FAZER LOGINWhen I came out of the bathroom, I saw trays of food placed over the table. Even though, I was hungry, I knew better than to pounce on them. They could be drugged for all I knew. I even took a bath with my clothes on. One should be careful around snakes. I searched around and found a papercutter in a drawer. That can come handy. With that thought, I tucked it into my waist. Sometime later, the same woman came. She surveyed the untouched food first before looking at me. “Boss wants to see you,” she said.Been waiting for this moment. I stood up and fell in steps behind her.I surveyed my surroundings and frowned. As far as I knew, Kelly didn’t own a house like this. Elliot must have gifted her this house. Jealousy pricked me. The lamps washed the corridor walls in elegant light. The air carried the scent of fresh blooms. If a mere corridor was this classy, I couldn't help but wonder, just how breathtaking the whole mansion must be. We stopped before a large oak door. The woma
I lifted my chin and bit out, “Get rabies shots before it’s too late. I have heard bitches catch it quickly.” Her face burned even redder with humiliation.With that said, I flung her hand away.“For someone who got thrown out by her husband, you carry too much pride,” she hissed. I raised my brows. “I’ll make sure you lose every ounce of that pride.”I met the spite in her eyes. "For someone who steals other women's husband you've got lots of nerve. The best you can do is steal, Kelly. Because you don't have the talent to build something of your own," My each word deliberate and firm. Hostility crackled between us but I didn't step down. I had stepped down too many times in past but not this time. "I'll see to you," she murmured in warning. After that, they turned on their heels and traced their steps back to the car.With clenched fists, I headed towards the abandoned construction site to spend the night away.“Excuse me,” someone said. I looked up and found a man standing a short
I stopped in my tracks, taken aback by the revelation. Damon has a girl? I turned to face him. “He has a child?” I asked in disbelief. Why wasn't it known to the world?Oscar’s face brightened up before he spoke. “She is very cute. Her name is Izzy. Only nine-months. You’ll love her.”“Her mother? Where is she?” I inquired."She left,&rd
"Bon apettit," I sighed and scattered peanuts across the ground for squirrels.In my tragic story, Damon Kensington's arrival was totally unexpected. In just one night, he unraveled me in ways I never imagined possible. But I still didn’t trust him. He belonged to the same vicious bloodline, and I had no desire to entangle myself with another one of them. I knew for a fact he didn’t propose to me because “I need protection or we have compatibility.” He got to have an ulterior motive.“Ms. Azalea,” someone called. I turned to find a stranger approaching me.“Here,” he held out a small, square, velvety box towards me. I glanced at it, puzzled.“Who are you?’ I asked, still not taking the box.“These will help with your business,” the man said and shoved the box into my hand. Before I could question more, he had already left. Suspicious, I opened the box and scowled. The box was stuffed with tiny nails. There was also a small note tucked inside. MY SMALL INVESTMENT IN YOUR PRESTIGI
“You are a loser, Azalea. A fucking loser. You should just kill yourself at this point.”“You are a disgrace. You killed my wife. Even then, I married you off to a billionaire, and you couldn’t even keep him. What a loser."“I’ll fucking rip you apart and no motherfucker will be able to piece you back together. Kelly, slap her back in her face.”My eyes flew open, and I stared blankly at the embellished ceiling, waiting for the wave of heartache to pass. The sun spilled across the red curtains, turning them orange, but the light couldn’t penetrate the room. It was still drowned in shadow.It was already morning, and I had tires to burst. With that thought in mind, I turned my head and almost got a heart attack. His face inches from mine.The infamous Damon Kensington was in bed with me. Hell, we had sex last night. No, we had a sex marathon. I blushed at the realization. My inner thighs were still wet with his cum.The man who rejected his dad’s family name, chose his mother’s inste
Did he just call me…..I should have been offended, but no. If anything, I liked it. I liked it a little too much.“What did you just say?” I asked, feeling a strange sensation stirring my insides.His eyes lifted to mine. “Did I touch a raw nerve?” he sneered, making no move to release me. I caught something dark flicker in his eyes as he continued, "Does my brother call you that when he fucks you?”I stayed mum, floored by his sudden interest in our sex life. I was drunk, but I knew this guy was bad news. Very bad news.“Let me go,” I said, straightening up. But he didn’t let go. If anything, his grip tightened around me, demanding my submission.“How many times have you fucked?” he demanded, a bit too keen for an answer.“What is it to you?” I asked, unable to comprehend his intention.In response, his long, thick fingers curled around my throat, not to hurt but to assert his dominance. He brought his face dangerously close to mine and rasped, "Don't test me, princess. Just answer







