LOGINBeing the daughter of an alcoholic, isn't a great thing. But what is worse is losing my mother at the age of seven. My father, Oliver Kruiz has hated me ever since, thinks I took his wife away from him. When in reality, it was his failure to show up that caused her death. As though hating me wasn't enough to keep me depressed, he tried to get me married to a man twenty years older than I was. I don't think twice before running away, the night before my wedding. I was meant to be careful but got careless, and nearly ended up being molested by thugs. That is before I'm saved by my dark hero: Hayden Wren. Things didn't exactly start smoothly, but that didn't mean they ended well either. I had phobia for thugs because my mother was killed by them; while trying to protect me. Everything suddenly goes south, when I find out the man who had saved me was no different. Which leaves me thinking: is he a friend or foe? --- River Kruiz, the daughter of a drunkard, Oliver Kruiz. She has phobia for thugs, and even eloped the night before her wedding. Nearly for this same reason. But what happens when she finds herself growing attached to a mafia?
View MoreHe looks so scary today, who made him angry this morning? I fidget as I stare down at my bare feet. "I was in a hurry." I answer, voice so small I barely heard it. But he did, "to where?" he asks voice gravel. I inhale sharply, praying my legs do not give way, trying to steady my voice. "I was on my way to meet you..." I start, his eyes narrow further and I inhale. I babble out before I can hold it in. "I'm sorry for breaking your vase." I ramble out, eyes shut tight. Mentally bracing for a scolding, yelling... anything. The silence that followed was so thick and deafening, that even the guards shifted uncomfortably in their spots. Then it happened, it was so fast I didn't even register it. He threw me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing. A gasp escapes my lips. "what are you..." the words die in my throat as he leads me back to the guest room. He doesn't throw me unto the bed like I feared. To my surprise he sets me down carefully like I was made of glass. His gaze
I had stumbled out the room I was in, only to realize it was a spare guest room. I was so disoriented when I woke. I had gotten up too fast. Limping out of bed, I had nearly fallen the moment I was on my feet again. I felt so weak and drained. My vision was barely clear as I half-stumbled and half-limped down the stairs. I accidentally knocked down a vase which probably cost more than my monthly salary on the way down. I silently cursed as I clung unto the railing for dear life. Breaking my fall and doing my best to avoid the shards on the ground. Everywhere was now eerily quiet. Too quiet that it caused my heart to skip and my breath hitch. I could have sworn there were voices coming from downstairs... or was it my hallucination? I side step the shards as best as I can, retreating backwards. Then I miss my step and as my heart leaps into my chest, I remember I'm on the stairs. I gasp, losing my grip on the railing as I fall backwards. My vision blurs further as I brace fo
‘What is this…’My thoughts are cut short when I catch movement from the corner of my eye. I gasp, turning fully to the direction of the movement.But didn't see anyone. “who's there?” I call out. No answer. But I hear the sound of footsteps at the other end of the hall way. The sound following the other, meaning the person was running.Soft giggles bounce off the walls as I walked in the direction the person had taken. I call out again, breathing faster as I make my way around by muscle memory.I pause cold, heart racing as my eyes widen. Scanning the entire place. This place looked familiar. A bit too familiar. I should have realized it earlier. The reason I knew my way around by muscle memory, was because this… this is my house. But… how?I was just in the car with Hayden…A soft giggle reaches my ears from the side and I turn towards it. Effectively dismissing my thoughts. Then I see a child about seven years old. Smiling wide, and giggling as she played with her toys.How did I
Third Person's Pov: Hayden can't help but worry that the entire incident of today has possibly pushed River beyond return.Wordlessly with a solemn face, he carries her in his arms. Up the stairs and into a spare guest room.He was well aware of the mess Arnold Knot's men had made in his mansion. And he wasn't at all pleased with it. But he wanted to take care of River first.He gently lays her down on the neatly dressed King sized bed, and quietly but tenderly covers her with a thick blanket.She had fallen asleep on his shoulders, on the drive home. Her breathing was steady but a bit heavy.And right now the sight of her at gun point kept replaying in his mind.Only now did he realize, as he stared at her sleeping figure. Just how much she truly mattered to him. He clenches his fists at his side, his rage rising with each memory that resurfaces. He had successfully pulled her into his dark life, but it was too late to stop now. He won't let her go, he refuses to. He couldn't imagi
Third Person Pov: Hayden couldn't help but feel tense. Thoughts about a worried River filled his mind. This was a well thought out plan. To rescue her friend: Eva and her family. As he drives, the cars of his men following close behind. He realizes, he needs to wrap things up quickly. He nee
I was pacing round my room now, unable to shake off the restless feeling I had. I don't want to admit this, but I'm scared. Scared for Eva and her family, scared for Hayden even though I barely know him. Since when did he become so important to me? To be honest, I don't know. I guess, it just sor
Hayden's pov: I don't think as I get into my car and drive to the market. Some guards get into the car parked behind mine, and drive, following my car. The speed I use to get there, is dangerous if not terrifying. Cars depart barely missing my car by a whisker. I drive through without even an ou
Everything felt heavy.The thought of Eva being tormented to death had been weighing me down more than I thought it would. I couldn't eat, felt weak... still do. Plus anxiety is so bad, I can't even sleep. Mira and Mr. Ron have been worried sick about me. The moment I woke up, I couldn't find Hay
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