“Shame? When have I ever brought shame to this family?”I ask him in annoyance. I feel triggered by what my dad just said. I am pissed, and I am also hurt.“I have done everything that you people have wanted me to do, I have been the most perfect child. Why else do you people want from me?!” I raise my voice.“You don’t have to keep talking to them, you could end the call right now,” Ben whispers to me, but I ignore him.“You? Done everything that we told you? Did you do medicine in college as we advised you to?” My dad laughs as he asks.“You know what? I am done with you people trying to control my life, I am sick of it. You two call yourselves parents, but is that true? Do you know the amount of time I felt like I was a stranger in my own family?” I reply to him, we are literally having a full-blown argument.“I don’t like that you’re painting us to be bad parents,” My mom joins the conversation again.“Where’s Ben? Is he hearing all the crap that his sister is saying?” She adds as
I stare at the text for a full minute before the sound of the elevator brings me back to reality. It was like time stopped, and all there was me and the possibility of getting my wife back. But the sad and messed up thing is that this is a scam.I received messages like this in the past when my wife and child had just died. I pursued them before but in the end, I realized that all those f*ckers wanted was to get a piece of the billionaire’s money.I take a deep breath and I place the phone back into my pocket as I continue my walk toward the conference room. Once I reach the room, I push open the glass door, and the eyes of everyone in the room land on me.“So let’s get this meeting started, shall we?” I say in an authoritative and confident voice that immediately places me in control of the entire room.***Linda Wells’ POV***I can not believe that my parents are making me marry a man that broke my heart and shamed me. A man that did not even have the guts to tell me to my face tha
His lips crash gently into mine and I allow him to claim me as his. I was right, his lips are softer than cotton. The intimacy we are sharing right now makes me feel so lightheaded. My heart is beating so fast against my rib cage.We finally break the kiss and the both of us stare into each other’s eyes. His eyes are full of desire and passion, causing me to bite my bottom lip softly by instinct.“That was perfect,” He whispers, and I giggle.He then relaxes on the couch by retiring from his upright sitting position and laying back.“I don’t want you to go back to America,” His words swirl in my mind, and for a second, I contemplate on not going. But I know all that is just a fantasy, I could never be brave enough to disobey my parents, though I wish I was.“That’s not your decision, and apparently not mine,” I say in a breathy way while sighing.We sit in silence for a few minutes as the horror film plays on the TV; it actually feels calming and not awkward.Just sitting here with Ch
“That’s impossible,” I laugh, but the lady’s face remains serious.“You dragged me from my own initiation for this? You can not be serious,” I say as I try to walk past her so I can get back to the event which has already begun but she stops me.“She told me everything,” Her voice is full of disgust for me, and that shakes my nerves a bit. Does she know what I did?“I highly doubt that, dear,” I fold my arms on my chest.“How do you even sleep at night?” Now she sounds close to angry.“With a bed, a pillow, and a duvet,” I reply to her cockily.“She was the freaking grandmaster, and you were her favorite disciple!” The lady raises her voice, and I sigh shakily.“Violet Kingston was a slut, and in no way worthy to be a grandmaster, and you damn right know it,” I say to her in an icy tone.“That still did not give you the right to have her killed…and her child,” She chokes on her words, almost as if she is about to cry.I roll my eyes in response.“Your desperation for power led you to
“Hello?” Comes the voice through the phone. It is a guy and he sounds vaguely familiar.All the words disappear from my mind and I don’t know what to say in response. I just didn’t think someone would answer, let alone a real person, and not a machine with a message asking for money in exchange for information.“Hello?” The guy says again, and I clear my throat, preparing to reply as confident as I can.“This is Chris Kingston, may I know whom I am speaking with?” My voice manages to sound strong and confident.“Oh,” The guy replies as he chuckles.“It’s Jason Pace from the company, I am the one that wants to buy in as a senior partner,” He says in a totally normal tone; as if he did not send me a message about my wife being alive.“Is this about the meeting that your secretary set up for us? It’s three days from now,” He informs me, while I try to understand what the hell is happening.Does this guy think he can disrespect my wife and expect a pat on the back? “Jason Pace, right?” I
“Ms. Wells, the moment you took our miracle drug, you became a property of The Witnesses,” Victoria says as she reaches for the glass of champagne on the table.She takes a long sip, releases a satisfied sigh, and places the glass back on the table.“Property, my a**,” Chris says, and I stop him from saying more. I want to hear all that she has to say. I want to know what I got myself into when I took that drug.“I can’t just sit here and let her call you property,” He defends himself.“Chris…” I beg him to stop.“Thank you, but I would like to hear what Victoria has to say,” I tell him, and he stares at me for a brief second before finally giving in.“Okay,” He says in a breathy way as he reaches for his own glass of champagne on the table. He downs the whole thing in a few seconds before placing the glass back on the table.“There were over twenty people that took that drug, and none of them survived. I was not too surprised considering that it is a newly developed drug,” Victoria b
As I squeeze my purse, I can feel my pistol tucked in it, but I make no attempt to take it out. I don’t have the luxury of time, if I try to make any sudden moves, Violet will by no means hesitate to shoot me dead.Especially considering that I am not on her good side.“You wanted to talk, drop the weapon down, and let’s do just that,” I say boldly to her, and she smirks as she lowers her gun. I then sit on one of the three couches.If only she can see how my legs are shaking right now under this dress. When that gun was held at me, my throat went dry as the sand on a very hot and sunny day.She walks up to me and sits right next to me on the couch.“You’re looking very good for someone who just came from the dead,” I joke to try to lighten the mood, but even I know that jokes are not going to get me out of this.“You tried to have me killed, why?” She asks me. She still has her gun in her hand, but now she is holding it loosely as if it is a toy.“She wanted to take your place, to be
***Linda Wells’ POV***I am in the car with Chris as we drive home. It is obvious that he is still upset about what happened at the restaurant with Victoria, and I can’t blame him. She had no right to bring up his passed wife.“I’m sorry that you had to see me like that back there,” He speaks for the first time since we entered the car. I love that he is apologizing even though he does not really have to. It shows maturity and humility, which I am a sucker for.“I was just so angry and I couldn’t control my emotions,” He confesses, and I give him a reassuring smile.“I am not going to see you as any different, Chris. Victoria knew what she was doing, she triggered you and knew that you would react. Don’t be sorry for being a human,” I say to him in response, and he smiles.I like it when he smiles.“Thank you,” He says softly.We spend the rest of the ride in comfortable silence and soon we reach the mansion. Chris drives us into the compound and parks right in front of the huge hou