Rayne “You’re limping,” Camila observes as I walk toward her side of the restaurant, taking a seat with a low grunt escaping my lips. “That’s none of your fucking business,” I snap, refusing to tell my sister that I married a maniacal bitch of my own free will. She’ll laugh and tease me about it until I reach my grave. I’m not taking that chance. “Why are you here, Cam?” I question her instantly, diverting her attention from my limping leg. Cam narrows her gaze at me, taking a slow sip from the wine sitting pretty on the table before her. “I should be asking you that same question, Rayne,” she replies, her expression hardening. “Why the hell are you in Paris without letting the family know?” “I’m here on my honeymoon,” I answer, attempting to sidetrack her, but Camila is too smart to be fooled. She can easily tell when I’m withholding information. “Cut the bullshit, Rayne, and tell me why the fuck you’re really here under this stupid honeymoon excuse,” she says calmly, even as v
LilithThere was no masking Rayne's anger, it was as evident as day, pulsing in his eyes and I could see his jaw working as we drove back to the hotel.The journey from the car back to our suite was quite a torturing short one because before I could blink, Rayne had heaved me into his arms once he killed the engine, and carried me into the hotel like I weighed nothing. I knew what to expect with my Father's anger, I knew what to do to block it all out, but for Rayne I know nothing. I do not know what to expect, and that scares me even more than the anger blazing in his eyes."You just like pulling at my legs, don't you sweet vixen?" His voice boomed as he slammed the door shut, pushing me against it. Nothing in his voice spoke of joke.I flinched but being the stubborn woman I was, I would still try to resist. "I don't know what you are talking about, Rayne," I muttered trying not to blink at the intensity of his gaze on mine."Oh my little sweet vixen," he seethed, his eyes shut for
Rayne "Boss, we've found him." I smirk. I have never claimed to be a good man. Never expected flowers from anyone. Everything I touch gets ruined and anyone who dares me gets destroyed. "Bring him in," I say to Lorenzo after taking a puff from my cigarette. Carlo is brought in and even before I see him, I can already smell the fear oozing from him. "Imagine running all the way from Italy to Paris? Sometimes I wonder why people do things without the balls to own it. Do you know why, Carlo?" Carlo's eyes are red when I finally turn around to face him as he is pushed to kneel before me. "Boss," he sputters, his eyes teary and his lips trembling. I am calm. "I asked a question Carlo, so answer me." "I... I'm sorry boss. It was not intentional... I... I swear." He is stuttering again, tears streaming down his face already and sweat trickling down his forehead, making a mess of my Persian rug. Fucking pussy. My anger is suddenly intensifying. I want to dart a bullet into
Lilith "My black card?" He asks. "Don't you have one? I was under the notion I was marrying a billionaire, was I wrong?" I am pulling his legs, yanking at his ego and I can already see the anger brewing in his gaze. "You were not wrong," he grits, dipping his hands into his pocket and bringing out the card. I reach to collect it but he snatched it up. "You should freshen up first," he says, raking his eyes down my body. I roll my eyes. "I can do that later, but right now I need to eat," I say in a whiny voice. I reach out for the card and take it with a wink. "Are you coming with me, or do you want me to enjoy the view of the city of light alone?" Thirty minutes later, I am dragging a brooding Rayne De Luca with me as I explore the city of Paris, smiling widely while buying every snack I came across. "Is this your idea of eating out, or are just being a nuisance?" I roll my eyes at Rayne's question, coming to a stop in front of an art shop, where series of painted a
LILITH Rayne De Luca has to be out of his god-damned mind. "Don't fucking come near me, you perv!" I snap, backing away from him. He smiles. The man freaking smiles at me like I am some kind of amusement show. "Are you not going overboard, Lilith? Do you want to deprive me of a basic need of a man and woman in a matrimonial union?" He shakes his head and then starts to walk towards his car. "Follow me." It is just one sentence, but my feet move in an instant, following him like a lost puppy. I grit my teeth, hating myself for succumbing to his authoritative stance. When we get back to the house, Betty is at the door, her face is drenched in tears and I feel sorry for putting her in trouble. But thankfully, Rayne does not give her a second glance because he is more focused on dragging slash pulling me into the room for whatever reason best known to him. I only hope it is not what I am thinking. Rayne does not take me to my room, it is the room opposite mine we enter, a
RAYNE Lilith trembles against me and I love it. I relish in the fact that even when her eyes glares at me with boldness, her body betrays her emotion. Chris is a fucking idiot to have given his daughter to me in place of an alliance. The Russo Don seemed to have forgotten that the hostility between us was more than just mere rivalry. He seemed to have forgotten what his family did to my brother fourteen years ago. If he forgot, I did not forget and now I will take out every rage churning in me, upon his daughter. "You little little feisty thing," I breathe against her ear. "I hate it when people do not listen to me, so now when I let you go, you fucking strip!" Her eyes blazes with a bravery I rarely see in the women in our world. "I will NOT strip for you, Rayne," she spits out amidst chokes, and with determination, rips my hold from her neck. I blink, rage seeping into my skin. "It is adorable that you think you have a say in this ma—" My statement is interrupted by the