“Me?” I asked, a smile playing on my lips. “You already have me.” His response was immediate, like he had been waiting forever to say the words. “Not the way I want. Not the way that matters.” ******** I sat in a bar, determined to drown out every single one of my sorrows after my marriage came to a painful crash, but he strolled in, all seductive smiles and an accent that rippled through me. Theon Murphy, a man made of dark chocolate, velvet kisses, and sin. That one night wasn’t supposed to happen, and I wasn’t supposed to walk into my first day of work to find my one-night lover seeking a care nurse for his grandfather. Me. Now we’re forced into a fake relationship that feels all too real, and every time he kisses me, the world stops and stills like a chaotic painting. When he makes a declaration, expressing his need to love me for real; would I be able to take the tattered fragments of my heart and piece them into something that deserves his love, or would the external forces creeping in on us arrive before I can make up my mind? My Billionaire Rebound is a book wrapped in layers of seduction, indecision and the crippling need to belong to someone trustworthy. Would Alina finally find her happily ever after? Or does fate have one more cruel twist up its sleeve?
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The sound of the doorbell forced me to move hastily. I wondered who was there. My ivory white tee was hurriedly dragged over my still wet hair, and I rushed down the stairs. One glance through the peephole and shock froze me to the spot. I forced a fake smile on my face and pulled the door open. "Hello, Mrs. Stewart," I offered a polite greeting to my mother-in-law, then faced her daughters. "Hi Beni, Hi Beth." All three pairs of eyes strolled with disdain over my casual outfit. "I see you still dress like the poor thing that you are," Beni commented, and Beth snorted. "You can't take the wretch out of her, can you?" They both giggled like they had just made incredible jokes. Mrs. Stewart pushed into the foyer, and her mean daughters followed suit. I was well aware that they didn't like me. They never had, and it especially made it worse that I once used to work in the hotel their brother and son threw his graduation party in before we fell in love and got married. I was poor, an orphan, and with no social or economic connections and benefits to offer them. To them, I was merely a piece of furniture that Zach would have to give up eventually. "Where is Zach?" Mrs. Stewart asked, glaring at me. "He's at work." I smiled, getting my bearings. "Come on, let me offer you something." "We're here to see Zach, not you," she rebutted. I nodded my head in understanding I didn't feel. "I know that. But you can at least get comfortable and let me offer you something to drink while I reach him." Mrs. Stewart's gaze traveled over me in slow appraisal. Her nose upturned in unhidden disgust as she fully took me in. I didn't think there was anything wrong with my outfit of jean skirt and a fitted tee, but she seemed to disagree. I couldn't blame her, though. She had on a navy blue dress and silver heels, complete with an assortment of expensive jewelry that screamed bloody wealthy. Both her daughters were in varying degrees of skirt suits, one midi and one mini, one in bright yellow, the other in pastel pink. Their feet also adorned in stilettos and their jewelry also in full steam. "What do you think you can offer me in my son's house?" I squared my shoulders. "This is also my house, Ma'am. It has been since Zach and I got married eight years ago." Her face pulled into a sneer. "This house belongs to my son and not to you. I don't know what you did to make him keep you here this long, but I'm letting you know it won't be long before his eyes are opened and you are out of here." Her words caused an ache in my chest that I forced down with a swallow. "You'd have to get used to the fact that this house, your son's affection, and the Stewart name is as much mine as it is yours. If your opinions had preceded his feelings, then the ten years that we have been together would not have existed." Without waiting for any of them to say more, I turned away from the living room and walked away. I was tired of being talked down to. If they wanted to make themselves comfortable, they could; if they wanted to leave, they should. "Where do you think you're going, Alina?" Mrs. Stewart called after me. "We're supposed to have dinner together tonight. Prepare it." I hurried up the stairs and into my bedroom, picking up my phone and dialing Zach. I listened to it ring for long moments. No answer. I dialed again. Still no answer. I pressed the call button one more time and waited patiently. Still nothing. Lord, help me. ********* "This meal doesn't taste half bad," Beth commented as she shoveled slices of steak into her mouth. Her sister joined her. "I guess the lowlifes can be useful in the kitchen." Zach laughed alongside his siblings and mother, causing my blood to boil. My fingers squeezed the napkin that sat beside my plate as I tried to rein in my temper. "Zach sweetie, there's something we need to address." Mrs. Stewart spoke up after their laughter had dialed down. "What's that?" My husband asked, his eyes trained on her as he shoveled more forkfuls of the food I cooked into his mouth. "Grandkids." My fork dropped down onto the table with a resounding click. "Mrs. Stewart, we both know that..." She cut me off with an angry click of her tongue. "I'm talking to my son, Alina. Show some respect." She turned to face Zach with an annoyed expression. "You're going to let her talk to me like that?" Zach cleared his throat and turned to face me. "Alina." "Our children are ours, Zach. Ours alone. We're the only ones who have the right to determine how that goes." "You ungrateful little wench!" His mother thundered. "You've been married to my son for how long? Is it so wrong that I want to have grandkids?" "No. But you can't force it down our throats. This is our decision to make." "Are you going to tell me you've been the one deciding to not get pregnant this whole time?" "No. That's not what I'm saying." I exhaled a weary breath. "Could you please just stay out of this? The family is Zach's and mine, not yours." Zach's voice cut through the air like a flash of lightning. "Enough, Alina! That's my mother you're talking to." Shock had me going quiet instantly, my gaze jumping to his. "What?" "You have no right to talk to my mother like that. Apologise." I scoffed in disbelief. "But you say nothing when she talks down to me?" "Apologise to her, Alina!" Tears prickled my eyes, pain a dangerous stab in my heart. "Zach." "She's not wrong to want us to have kids, Alina. That's what every mother wants for their child. Apologise to her. Or else..." "Or else what?" The first tear fell, trailing down my cheek in a warm stroll. He dumped his napkin down on the table, pushing his chair back so hard it toppled over and then he walked away from the dining room.THEONEverything in me told me something was wrong. I dialed Ava's phone a third time, and just like the other two times that I had, it rolled straight to voicemail. I gripped the steering wheel, regretting every single thing I had teased Alina with that made her restrict my accompanying them to waiting in the car.My fingers found a spot in my hair, and I tugged at the strands, feeling frustration start to trickle its way into my bloodstream.I tried to calm myself down, to talk me into believing that nothing could go wrong given the knowledge of how well Alina could defend herself - I mean, I had personally seen her do it, and...A sound popped in the air, too easy to identify that I couldn't mistake it for anything else.What the fuck was anyone doing shooting in such a public area of the city?I was out of the car before the sound even fully rang out, long strides leading me straight to the door of the boutique."Sir," the man at the door started as I pushed my way in. "You shoul
THEON Everything in me told me something was wrong. I dialed Ava's phone a third time, and just like the other two times that I had, it rolled straight to voicemail. I gripped the steering wheel, regretting every single thing I had teased Alina with that made her restrict my accompanying them to waiting in the car. My fingers found a spot in my hair, and I tugged at the strands, feeling frustration start to trickle its way into my bloodstream. I tried to calm myself down, to talk me into believing that nothing could go wrong given the knowledge of how well Alina could defend herself - I mean, I had personally seen her do it, and... A sound popped in the air, too easy to identify that I couldn't mistake it for anything else. What the fuck was anyone doing shooting in such a public area of the city? I was out of the car before the sound even fully rang out, long strides leading me straight to the door of the boutique. "Sir," the man at the door started as I pushed my way in. "Y
THEONEverything in me told me something was wrong. I dialed Ava's phone a third time, and just like the other two times that I had, it rolled straight to voicemail. I gripped the steering wheel, regretting every single thing I had teased Alina with that made her restrict my accompanying them to waiting in the car.My fingers found a spot in my hair, and I tugged at the strands, feeling frustration start to trickle its way into my bloodstream.I tried to calm myself down, to talk me into believing that nothing could go wrong given the knowledge of how well Alina could defend herself - I mean, I had personally seen her do it, and...A sound popped in the air, too easy to identify that I couldn't mistake it for anything else.What the fuck was anyone doing shooting in such a public area of the city?I was out of the car before the sound even fully rang out, long strides leading me straight to the door of the boutique."Sir," the man at the door started as I pushed my way in. "You shoul
ALINAMy heart wasn't in my throat, no. It had dropped down to shatter between my parted feet like a wrongly placed glass vase from an extremely high shelf.I couldn't draw in a single breath, and it had more to do with the fear that was throwing a carnival inside of me than it did with the hand that gripped my throat. Although, that was a very helpful bonus.The tears that were camping behind my lashes started to make a descent, one salty stroll after another. "You don't have to do this," I whispered, my voice cracking on more than just a sob as I tried to make the osycho behind me see reason. "Just like your boyfriend didn't have to get involved and steal you away from me that night. Just like you didn't have to butt in and stop a family alliance from happening." He dragged his tongue over my right cheek, the act making me shiver with disgust that couldn't be hidden. "Do you see how many things didn't have to be done?"I wanted to tell him all about how he spiked my drink and how
ALINASleep still had its hands wrapped around me in a very cozy cuddle, pulling me under and away from anything that seemed like reality. A smile kissed my lips as I sighed, burrowing further into the pillows with a sigh of contentment.“I wonder who you’re dreaming about that’s leaving you so damn giddy,” a very warm, very familiar, very sexy, very welcome, deep voice spoke from a distance I would assume was the doorway - given that I still refused to open my eyes – a smile in the voice.Refusing to say anything at all, I wiggled my body and pushed myself even further under the covers.This time he laughed. “Tease.”I smiled, my eyes opening slightly to meet his from the distance that sat between us, bare chest staring at me in invitation, black curls sprinkled over the hard planes and downward in a trail that was leading to... My eyes raised off the smooth expanse of tempting skin to find his piercing blues twinkling with more than just warmth, and all of a sudden, my insides melte
THEONA million and one emotions danced around my insides like some hula type performance was going on. I couldn't grab hold of anyone in particular, and the tears that had clung to Alina's lashes had done nothing to help.I felt like absolute crap. Why the hell had I just taken the time off for myself without talking with her first? She had also been there when my godforsaken mother had thrown stupid threats and insults around. My fingers ran through the waves of my hair, pulling harder than necessary as I waited on both girls to finish getting ready.The sound of my phone's ringing sliced through the emotional storm that I was under, stilling the space instantly.I accepted the call and brought the phone to my ear. "What's going on?"Ava sighed on the other end of the phone. "Well, hello to you too, friend." Her voice rang with sarcasm.I swallowed and closed my eyes for a second, like that was going to regulate the mess of emotions that I was. When I opened my eyes, I found the be
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