“A paper has no soul, Laura. That's why I never felt a damn thing!” His voice thundered, striking me harder than any slap. On the night of her wedding anniversary, Laura DeVille’s world shatters – giving rise to betrayal and the birth of cold revenge. She discovers she's still pregnant for the man who ruined her. Then comes Kaida Crawford: A charismatic business titan with a ruthless past, who gives her a second chance in life and love She signs a contract marriage with him, but fate has other plans. Just as she begins to mend the pieces of her life, her Ex-husband, Aaron Kai, reappears, his arms wrapped around her like a steel cage. “He’s mine, Laura… So are you,” he whispers, his breath burning her neck. Trapped between a possessive past and an obsessive future, Laura must choose : The man who broke her or the one who'd never let her go.
View MoreKaidaDeja Vu laps my tongue, the charred stench of cadaver smelling like vengeance, my nape prickles with the searing of maliceful eyes, my demons are whispering haunting secrets in my ears, and I could see the doom incoming like a merciless asteroid set to destroy me. Terror sank its claws into me, my knuckles whitened from how tightly I'm gripping Wifey’s bag.The police call it a working theory- stronger than a random guess, but weaker than a confirmed conclusion. To me? It’s trusting your gut, and for the umpteenth time in my life, Wifey’s right— someone was f**king with us. And that someone was Queen Bee. Could she be Ari?No! Black day sealed it all.The blood was sticky, gun powder choking the night air, as the heavens wept into the muddy soil, bearing witness with a lightning strike. Scrap that, Silver’s a f**ker shadowing as Queen Bee, and I think it’s high time we sealed old cracks, or let the wall kill us all. Either way, this has to end. “...ida… Kaida,” the voic
LauraIt's been three years since my last therapy session, because I find it wise-gibberish. Don’t misunderstand me, therapy is good, healthy, more so. But with the ink swirling in my subconscious combined with my defensive paranoia, I could walk into a therapy office, turning it into a corporate tomb. Dr. Meyers could attest to that after he had told me. ‘The ink is weighing on you, let it go. Forgive Aaron Kai and be free of these scars.’ I snickered lightly, remembering how the door slammed in my face after what I said to him.Since then, Kaida took up a psychology course, and now he is my therapist. Spoiler alert: It never ends well.Shame licked at my skin, seeing that I’ve made a fool of myself. How on earth did I think that was Seraphina? The idea was as stupid as it was unreal. Ugh!I tapped Kaida’s thigh, and he exhaled heavily. “If you can’t finish what you started at the office. Just leave me.”I remained silent, and he turned to me, frustrated. “What? You don’t ex
LauraDon’t insult the dead.Tell that to the douchebags who assaulted my dead, psychotic ex-husband, because as far as I was concerned, the Kai I knew would be busy plotting death prints in hell. This wasn't their regular ghost. This one was proud, unrelenting, and a mathematical reaper, and he’d haunt them for life. Unbridled rage and terror gripped me as the elevator’s door closed behind us with a loud ding. My sanity teeters on the edge, the words replaying in my head nonstop. ‘Burned. Squashed. With your fingerprints on it.” She wouldn't dare go this far, would she? I sucked in calming breaths, steepling my hands on my waist. No, she wouldn't. “So you’re saying that all the patients at the hospital could get burned, squashed, by a ghost, despite the round-the-clock security,” Kaida seethed, tapping away on his phone. “And the first victim’s my damn brother?”Kaida lifted his reddened face. “I’m firing all the security,” he shot me a pointed look. “It’d be best if you keep
LauraI let out a hysterical laugh because I was going to kill Leila for sure.Kaida’s blistering breath rained on my neck as he watched the videos from behind me. I scrolled through Lotustok, taking the allegations levelled against Kaida and me, the storm tightening in my chest like a knot. Kaida snatched the phone from my grip, his hand mid-hurl. “Goddammit, Kaida!” I jolted up from my seat. “You were going to smash my phone?”His hands dropped, the color draining from his face. “Violence is my muse. Thought you’re used to it by now?”“You’re from a bloodline of masochists, so you're doing well,” I drawled. “Wifey, you're not playing Sebastian stunt, are you?” he shook his head. “That means I’d be expecting more biting for my sorry kisses, because I’m treating their f**k ups, and you won't fuss about it this time.”I rubbed my temples, and Kaida huffed. “Did you see Proctor Jevon? Attesting to falsity, I thought the f**ker was a man of truth? Even that Silverpun of yesterday sp
UNKNOWN’S POV: The door mounted the wall like the gate of hell, pulling Ghost to the room like a black-hole. Except, it was a tomb with a man tethered between life and death. Medical titans and science fanatics prepared for his awakening. They said his chances were minimal, defying the bounds of biology, and almost impossible. But Ghost’s optimism was solid, like a bull’s eye Ghost’d hit with eyes closed, because if Ghost could survive. Then, he wouldn’t be any different.Ghost unhooked the band of the ponytail, letting the blood hair cascade down and dangle in the air. Ghost’s smirk dripped with malice, diamond-wrapped steps clicking on the pristine floor. The face scan was swift, the door sliding open, and the cold, sterile scent stung Ghost’s nostrils. Their heads dipped in a bow as Ghost trudged into the room, Ghost’s presence heating the room like a furnace. The machine beeped, IV drip-dropping, and fluorescent lights bathing the room in a blinding white. He was splayed half
Leila’s PovI don’t know if I was possessed by some sort of evil spirit? Then why the hell was I blushing at my husband’s dead body? My fingers curled around the pen as I scribbled my signature onto Kai’s death certificate, but a mischievous grin kept heating my cheeks like a clown.No, not a clown— an actress. Leila why aren’t you in the movie industry? Because what in the actual f**k was that?The widow stunt, the lash outs, even the fake call. Chef’s kiss. I deserve a toast. Still, the dullness bloomed in my chest. Aaron Kai wasn’t just smart, he knew his way around a woman’s body. The guy f**ks like a demon, even painkillers won’t save you from the aftershocks of his c**k. Now it made sense why Laura still felt for him, after all he did to her. Though Kaida also looked up-to-par, so I’m sure he wouldn’t be any different. Lucian, on the other hand, was incredible, but he wasn’t rich like Kai, so I had to dump him. But life’s a slut, f**king with my misfortune. Kai went ban
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