MARRIED ACCIDENTALLY

Los AngelesAnn’s POVHelpThis is pure deceit, but I couldn't care less. I watch the message tick sent before grabbing the bottle of vodka and gulping it all down, hoping it will help drown out all my thoughts.HelpI send again, this time with desperation and frustration tugging at my heart.When I watch the message go, my heart crashes against my chest at the realization.He wouldn't reply to me. He would never reply.He is probably somewhere with his bride-to-be, having the time of his life, while I am here, in nothing but a bathrobe, drowning myself in alcohol in a cheap hotel close to his apartment.We were here once, when he claimed he had friends over at his apartment, three months ago. I was suspicious, but his sweet words overruled my suspicions.When a hot tear slips through my cheek, I wipe it away quickly, remembering the vow I made.I won't cry for him anymore. I won't beg him anymore. And I won't fight for us anymore.He isn't worth it anyway.But why do I keep feelin

Ann’s POVI'm struggling to keep my tears at bay until consciousness hits me just as the car comes to a slow stop.Wiping my tears, I turn to see the man in a black T-shirt staring right back at me with a look of worry etched on his face.It makes me question why I felt compelled to allow a complete stranger to take me out of there. Maybe it's because I'd prefer to be somewhere else than the place where Carter nearly raped me, like he almost did years ago.Carter is my step-brother. I was just 16 when Dad and Mom got separated. A year later, she married Carter’s dad. He was always flirty with me but I choosed to ignore it until he tried to rape me when I was taking a nap. I woke up with a jolt to see a smirk on his face as he pinned me down. I struggled with him but he was stronger, until he was out of his trousers.Escaping being raped by him that night was a narrow escape.I kicked his groins, and ran out.When his dad arrived from work, I explained everything to him but he didn't

Ann’s POVThe sudden streaming of sunlight makes me toss until a deep, reverberating voice follows, making me snap my eyes open to see the handsome man I keep dreaming about ever since the night he took me away from that hotel where I was almost raped.I practically called him my knight in shining armor.It felt silly, but I figured dreams are always like that.Silly and lame.“It's high time you got up. "You have had enough sleep," he murmurs, gazing at me with his jaws clenched.Quietly, I sit up in bed, glancing around the room and looking down to find myself properly dressed.I blink.What the hell happened? Did I sleep in these clothes? “Do you even remember?” He demands in a loud voice, making nervous energy rush through my veins.“Remember what?” I can't help but ask. I can't bring myself to recall whatever it is that happened after I got drunk, but I am sure it is nothing serious.I am a lightweight, but I know I wouldn't do anything stupid, especially not when I am still hea

Vince’s POVAndre opens the door to the basement, and I stroll in, anger surging through me at the thought of this fucker raping her.Though accidental, Ann is mine now.In silence, we walk to the first door, and he pulls it open to reveal the chained jerk who has fear written all over his expression.I take long strides towards him as he looks up to stare at me. “Why am I here? Who are you?”Slyvester and Damon are standing behind him. I told them to get him and bring him here. Having him dealt with behind my back was one straightforward thing, but I wanted to do that myself.“Do you know Annnete Vasquez?” I ask in a gentle tone, anticipating his denial.Instead, the corner of his lips curves up in a smile, and he begins to laugh. “Ann paid you to do this?”He continues to laugh while I try so hard to control my anger.Ann doesn't know I am doing this. She doesn't even know yet what I do for a living, and I intend to keep that hidden for as long as I can.But having him still out the

Ann’s POVMy stomach churned with the thought of Vince being a bad man. This is what everyone seems to be portraying him as.Not everyone, though.Just that woman.Maybe she is doing this to get me worked up over nothing and start having doubts about this thing between Vince and me so she could have her way with him.I have no reason to doubt him.So far, he has been only good to me. Too busy to do anything suspicious.Despite the assurance, I can't ignore the inner turmoil and curiosity. It directs my mind back to the first time we met. He unexpectedly showed up to save me, accompanied by numerous men.The tattoos all over his body speak volumes of words. The men were all dressed in black, like some sort of cult member loyal to their boss.I didn't see any weapons, but I was sure they came with one. I was in a vulnerable state to notice every single thing about them.Suddenly, I jolt upright as a knock comes to the door, interrupting my thoughts and reminding me of how I have been u