(DWAYNE'S POV) I hurried out of the conference room, my footsteps harsh and hasty on the floor. The press conference had run longer than I'd anticipated, and now I was running behind schedule. I mumbled a few swear words under my breath, annoyed that the media had kept me longer than necessary. Now
(DWAYNE'S POV) I hurried out of the conference room, my footsteps harsh and hasty on the floor. The press conference had run longer than I'd anticipated, and now I was running behind schedule. I mumbled a few swear words under my breath, annoyed that the media had kept me longer than necessary. Now
(DWAYNE'S POV) I hurried out of the conference room, my footsteps harsh and hasty on the floor. The press conference had run longer than I'd anticipated, and now I was running behind schedule. I mumbled a few swear words under my breath, annoyed that the media had kept me longer than necessary. Now
I knelt down, bringing myself to his level, my heart hurting with so much love it felt like a physical pain. This was it, the moment I had been dreading, yet can't avoid. My four year old’s first encounter with the concept of loss and mortality. “Remember how we talked about Nana Jean being old and
(ARIELLE'S POV) Days had passed since Nana Jean's passing, and I'd managed to pull myself out of the initial shock. The pain still lingered, but I'd come to terms with the fact that she was truly gone and never coming back. The hardest part was accepting that there had been no warning signs, no ill
“Jared,” I breathed his name, my voice barely above a whisper. But he heard me. And he turned around sharply, startled by my intrusion. When he looked at me, I could tell immediately that something was amiss. His brows were furrowed in confusion and his eyes looked cold —strangely distant. I could
(ARIELLE’S POV) Dwayne’s men worked at the speed of a heartbeat to get rid of Sofia. Once, I heard the muffled sound of a police siren—a like patrol car. Dwayne figured we didn’t have much to lock her away for long and opted to get a restraining order instead. We had all the guests present out in t
(ARIELLE'S POV) Her eyes were dark and sunken, like those of a malevolent spirit in a gory ghost story. She pulled the scarf she’d been tying around her head to reveal scattered hair. All in all, she looked wild, feral even, and ready to do some serious damage. She stormed forward towards the aisl
(ARIELLE’S POV) I woke up with a start, as the door to my room gently creaked open. Ashley walked in, a deep frown prominent on her face. She was followed by two other women I figured were the makeup artist and stylist,. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten your wedding is today,” Ashley said, her voi