Her new bodyguard opened the door for her. She hopped in the back seat without a word. She kept her gaze out of the window. She couldn't take last night out. She was still determined to do it without letting him know.
"Ma'am," She snapped her head after hearing him. It pulled her out her consideration, "We're here," He said.
She couldn't remember because of her thoughts when he pulled out of the building garage and reached Emlyn's place.
He kept the engine running. She stepped out of the car. She strode toward the elevator. Her gaze rested on the guards. It didn't look like the building she used to stay in. There were guards all around her.
The elevator opened. She stepped in. Her heart thudded when two guards walked in with her. She pushed
Eric opened the door to his side. He ignored it. He unbuckled her and slid his hand under her thighs and back. He took her in his lap and drifted his eyes over her face, "Are you scared of me?" He asked in a whisper. She stared out of the open door. Eric and his men stood far away from them, giving them privacy. She didn't want to witness his wrath one more time. She nodded her head biting down on her lip. His lips pressed softly over her forehead, "I'll do anything to keep you safe, even from myself too." He said with a sigh. She turned her gaze on him. He wasn't giving a menacing look anymore. She nodded after a pause, staring at him. Carrying her in his arms, he stepped out of the car, "I'll walk, " She said, looking around. But no one was glancing their way.
Her pulses began to pound. She didn't want to see her again. She couldn't even force a fake smile on her face. Elizabeth smiled at her as she walked in like a queen. Her silky gown was expensive and diamond jewellery around her old neck. 'She doesn't even like me, what's she doing here?' She wasn't intended to face her ever after her wedding. This old but reeking regal woman didn't try to hide her hatred for a second at her wedding. "Barbie, " Elizabeth smiled as she strode the floor. This woman looked nothing less than a queen. She was wearing an emerald green gown with emerald and diamond jewellery. Her attitude was nothing less than a queen. "Ma'am," Nico bowed his head. She strongly
She couldn't believe it. She was waiting for him at the dining table. She glanced at the door again and then lit the screen of her phone. Before looking at the small clock over the screen, her eyes rested on the wallpaper. It was one from her wedding day. She put it back, 'When will he come? I can't sleep with the thought that I'm going to see Elizabeth again. She's the only person in my life who doesn't like me. I didn't do anything wrong to her. I can't tell if I have. Why is that woman so tough on me? ' Her head snapped at the door as she heard a click, then his soft footsteps which were hard to catch or needed a lot of concentration. His dark gaze swept over her. She wanted to run back to the room. She didn't want to go to bed before taking words
'His Cologne is addictive, dragging me closer to him. Despite this, I know how dangerous he is. Less than a businessman, he acted like a leader of a dangerous organization. He scared me last night. He wants me to be frightened of him. I was. I am. But I also find him calm when he lays next to me. Is he demanding more than just laying together? He threatened me to be in this wedding. He shouldn't expect all this. I remember Emlyn's words. She always mocked me saying after her breakup, ' Thank god you're a virgin. You don't know the craving. ' If it leads to bed with a stranger. I'm grateful for it. I've avoided men almost my entire life. I didn't imagine such a strong personality to be my life partner. I like the brush of his skin on mine. it's not a good thing to demand. I like the kiss we shared last ni
She didn't realize the side of her waist was paining as his grip turned deadly tight, "Ales, you're hurting me," She murmured under her breath as she touched the back of his hand. She shuddered in fear as he lifted his eyes, his shoulders were stiffened, she saw the blaze of rage in his blue eyes. He was looking quite disturbing. She felt something else too, not merely anger. Her heart plummeted. She curled her arm around him, "What happened?" She pressed her finger as it was brushing on his back under his dark coat. He glanced at her, deep in her eyes. His grip loosened. Without a word, he pulled her to the dining table. He pulled the chair out for her. Her eyes were still resting on him to answer her but he was quiet and his blue eyes were daggering at Giovanni. She sat down contemplating. " Oh, they are here," Eli
'I should be hopping with joy. I got what I wanted. I don't want our wedding to be part of my life. But it's hurting so much. My heart is hurting. I never felt it before.' She touched her cheeks. Her fingertips were soaked with her tears. In less than a week, she had started to accept him as her husband, she started to wait for him before sleeping, she loved to cuddle with him, she was anticipating her life with him. He became an essential part of her life. ' Putting a ring on her finger, he has proved where my importance stands in his life. I do not need people's respect when my husband doesn't respect our wedding vows.' Her stomach twisted at the memory. She stopped walking. Her feet were aching. She drifted her gaze around and it stopped at the club
The maid came into the room to retrieve the tray. She stopped as she glanced at the full plate. She couldn't go out of the room until he wanted her to. 'I would find a way to make my path.' His staff never talked to her. They did their chores and stayed under the shadows. "I can cook something else, Mistress." The maid stood straight, hands clasped in front of her, head bowed. "I'm not hungry," She said flatly. "Boss won't be happy with this," Her head was still bowed. "That's what I want," She grabbed the plate and extended her hand with it. The maid hesitated as she looked fearful. She took the
'That wasn't compulsory.' She thought looking at her hands. He advanced his hand. She took it without delay. She was still contemplating it as a prank. He accelerated the car. It was maddening her. He tried to kill her. Now he was going to pretend he didn't do this. "Sadness doesn't suit you," he said with a quirk of his lips. Exasperatedly she shifted on her seat, "Seriously! You ordered your men to shoot him. This could have killed him. You are forcing things on me against my desire. You got engaged to a second woman. You're going to marry her soon. What do you expect, Ales?" She yelled at him. "Not at least this," She swallowed a lump in her throat before speaking, "I'm not hard-a** like you," She blinked and tears sprinkled through her eyes, falling in her lap.&nbs