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Jax
“Shit,” I muttered as I stared at the pregnancy test in Nora's hand. It’s positive. She’s pregnant.
My sister's hands flew to her mouth to stop herself from screaming. How the hell is she going to face our father?
"Oh my God... this is a disaster."
Disaster? That would be such a nice thing to say at this point, but this is far more than a disaster.
Nora's wedding to Charles Wade is in just a few days, and she’s pregnant.
With another man’s baby.
"What am I going to do?" she asked, pacing around the room like she was about to pass out. "God, I'm so scared!'
Nora stood up from the bed, racing her fingers through her hair. I could see the fear in her eyes, on her face, and on her body.
The goosebumps, the red skin, the teary eyes… they weren’t doing justice to how she truly was feeling.
If Father doesn’t kill her, Charles Wade will.
He’s known as the devil incarnate. According to words on the street, he’s the symbol of ultimate evil, and what’s worse? Nobody really knows this man.
With everything we’ve been told, I understand why Nora is scared. She has every right to be scared. She's going to lose everything if she doesn't carry out her duty to the family by marrying Charles.
Father owes Charles Wade.. so much that he has to give him his daughter, Nora. After all, she's the one who has a proper job and doesn't stay out late.
I watched as the tears slipped out of her eyes, followed by another. Her heartbreak is so clear, so devastating, that I feel an echo of it inside my own chest.
“You don’t understand, Jax. He'll kill me if he finds out. He doesn’t forgive lies and you know what they say about him.”
I do. I know.
Nora doesn’t deserve to suffer like this. She's being forced to marry an old man she doesn't love and—
"Oh my God," I cussed and without thinking things through, I placed my hand on her shoulder in a bid to calm her down. "I'll marry Charles."
"What? Jax?"
I'm the sibling who no one gives a fuck about but Nora has always protected me. Her whole life, she’s been molded by our parents to be the perfect daughter; obedient and self-sacrificial.
"Yes," I answered. "I'll take your place, marry the guy just so you don't have to pull the baby or leave Lewis. I know you love him, and I know how much you love him."
"He's not a guy, Jax... he's like forty years older than you."
That makes him sixty-four years old? Damn.
"You can't just—" she paused, turning to face the wall and then back at me. "You're not going to ruin your life because of me."
"I'm not the one who's pregnant," I casually said. "I mean.. I don't see how I have anything left to lose."
That was supposed to be a joke, being that my relationship with my boyfriend ended two weeks ago. The universe has a way of making you the sacrifice for your family, right?
I brushed my hair off my neck, feeling a nervous heat creep up my skin. I know she's right, I can't just do it but I want to.
It's like a challenge I want to get off the road, just so Nora does not have to do anything stupid.
"Don't you worry about me, Nora. As long as one of us saves the family from this deal, it doesn’t matter who wears the dress.”
Her phone buzzed on the table and just as she reached for it, Charles' name popped up on the screen.
I watched as she swallowed the lump in her throat before reading the text.
"What?" I queried.
"It's tonight.."
Her breathing became frantic and her eyes got teary again. “It’s tonight… I am in so much trouble… It’s tonight, Jax.”
Thrown into a state of confusion, my brows arched together and I looked at her.
"What is tonight?"
Last I checked, the wedding is meant to be in three days. Three days from today so what could be tonight?
"He's supposed to have sex with me tonight... to confirm that I'm what he wants," Nora explained.
I choked on my saliva. "What???"
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I remained in the bathroom for almost twenty minutes. I've gargled water, spat out saliva, and even poured water on my hair but none of it was working...
I can't seem to get a grip on myself. Yes, I made the decision myself but I didn't think having sex with a man old enough to be my father was on the list.
“Damn it, Jax… you need to get your shit together. This isn’t you.”
I've never met Charles Wade, well Nora has never met him either but she knew she'd have been doing this and I'm just finding out!
It makes all the difference and explains why I’m feeling this way.
I'm going to meet Charles Wade and I'm going to have my father tell him I'm taking Nora's place. It should have been that simple but things just got a bit complicated now.
"You have this under control, Jax." I swallowed hard and applied the red lipstick to my full lips.
The door to the room creaked open and my hand stopped, mascara wand poised. "Oh my God."
"What's taking you so long?" my father asked. "We don't have all the time, Jax. Wade doesn't like to be kept waiting."
I nodded, not wanting to show how scared I was. It's all thick skin— the makeup, the dress, and even the smile.
I smoothed my gown and forced a smile to my face. “I’m ready, Father.”
"I've never been sure you'd make a beautiful bride but I guess I can be allowed to be wrong sometimes. hm?"
Without waiting for my response, he turned away, letting the door slam behind him.
Damn it.
I shut my eyes, taking one deep breath. What if I decide to run away?
I know I promised to take Nora's place but…what if it isn’t worth it?
Chapter 36JaxThe mansion was too quiet.It always was.But tonight the silence felt heavier than usual, like the walls themselves were holding their breath.I sat alone in the living room, curled into the corner of the large couch with one leg tucked beneath me. The lamps cast soft golden light across the room, reflecting off the polished floors and the massive windows that overlooked the dark grounds outside.I had tried reading.That lasted about ten minutes.Then I tried watching television.That lasted five because I could barely pay attention to what was being shown.Not when my thoughts were filled with worries, fear and the growing trepidation of what was to come.Now I was just sitting there, staring at nothing and wondering how someone could feel both restless and exhausted at the same time.My mind kept drifting back to the party Martha mentioned.Three days.Three days until I had to stand beside Charles in front of a room full of people who probably killed for a living.
JaxI woke up slowly.Not the peaceful kind of waking up where sunlight poured in through the window and everything felt calm. This was the heavy kind, the kind where my body felt like it had been dragged through mud and my head refused to clear.For a moment, I just lay there staring at the ceiling.It took a few seconds for my brain to catch up and remember where I was.The Wade mansion.My room, no… that wasn't the right way to describe it.My cage.A quiet sound near the window made me turn my head and I almost jumped, startled.Martha was sitting in the chair across the room, her posture relaxed but alert in that way she always had. A book rested on her lap, though she wasn’t reading it.She was watching me, her eyes were unreadable so I couldn't tell if it was in a good way or not.I pushed myself up slightly, rubbing a hand over my face.“How long have you been there?” My voice came out rough from sleep.Martha gave a small shrug.“Just a few minutes.”I squinted at her, the su
CharlesThe study smelled faintly of cigar smoke and expensive whiskey.Neither of which I had touched.The room was so tense filled with male testosterones that were high on anger.Nikolai sat behind the massive oak desk like he owned the world, which, in many ways, he did. The dim lighting cast sharp shadows across his face, making his already severe expression look even darker.Viktor stood near the window, arms folded behind his back, staring out at the city lights below like they personally offended him.And I stood in the middle of the room like a man on trial, which, in a way, I was.I made a mistake and they were about to have my head for it and I fear this time it might be in a literal sense.Neither of them had spoken for the last thirty seconds.That silence was worse than shouting.When Nikolai finally lifted his gaze to me, the temperature in the room seemed to drop.“What,” he asked slowly, “were you thinking?”There it was.The storm breaking.I held his gaze.“I handle
JaxThe gates opened slowly.They always did.Like the house itself enjoyed reminding everyone that nothing here moved without permission.But then again… nothing did.Not under Charles' watchful eyes.I leaned back against the leather seat as Harren’s car rolled through the iron gates, the familiar sight of the Wade mansion coming into view. Five days away from it should have made returning easier.It didn’t.If anything, it felt worse.Maybe because Charles hadn’t told me where he was going this time.He usually did. Not details, not the full truth, but something. A careless comment, a vague explanation, a smug look that told me he was leaving and that I would simply have to deal with it.This time there had been nothing.Just silence.And that alone told me something was wrong, combined with the almost stiff like attitude he was giving me before I left, and then Harren’s quiet face all through the ride home.I tried to raise the question all through the ride home but his face alone
CharlesMy phone buzzed in my hand, a notification that my newly acquired private jet arrives in Mexico tonight. I let out a small exhale and turned off the phone. I have one last important detour to make before we go home. It is necessary because aside my brothers, I think Titan is a man I should see about Azimat’s death. He’s an outcast and a sinner who hates the Azimat as much as I do so this shouldn’t take long. As I got there, there was a car waiting for me on the tarmac. “Let’s go,” I told Jaxen. She followed without a word and I’m more than glad that she’s finally getting a hang of things. “You’ll stay right here,” I ordered as we pulled into an abandoned swimming pool complex on the edge of the town.“Why?” She questioned me. “You’re scared someone’s going to touch my ass again?”“I could give them orders to fuck you,” I told her. “Just shut up and sit here.”I got out of the car, noticing how the car park was empty. The whole place is quiet but I can’t miss out on how cl
JaxI have a plan. It’s stupid and shouldn’t work on a man like Charles but I don’t give a shit. I’ve taken too many psychology classes to not know when a person is surviving on a restraint. I know he wants to fuck me, but I don’t know when. Reaching a low level climax just made me realize how much I’ve been sex starved. After therapy, I threw away all my toys… the dildos, the vibrators and even the rose that could get my toes curling. My therapist said I was turning into a nymphomaniac and it wasn’t going to help me. I agreed, but now I wish I didn’t throw all of them away. Being locked here makes me have no room to be creative or shit. I can’t think of anything else and not think of Charles’ cock.He’s responsible for this. He made me watch him fuck his sub… tied me to the chair and made sure I was wet and completely turned on and yet, he only teased my opening and left me. And then he brought me all the way to this place and— my thoughts trailed off with the gates buzzing. H







