[Juliette’s POV] I spotted Agatha near the closed doors of the main entrance. She had been staring at me until I met her gaze, and then those kind eyes fell into an apologetic look. Shit. It has happened. That son of a bitch managed to turn the tables around to his favour. But, how did he find out? Only Agatha knew about the invitation cards, and I told no one about my entire move! Agatha couldn’t have betrayed me. I moved to a vacant spot to search the entire area for Ralph—he was chatting with a group of giggling middle-aged widows. Great! The stage! I need to get up there and make the speech now. Fuck the programme! I need to salvage whatever is left of my plan. Picking up the front of my dress, I hurried over to the front of the massive ocean of crowd. Ben stopped me at the steps. “Juliette, what are you doing?” “My speech! It’s seven ten, isn’t it?” “There’s been a change of programme,” a deep voice sounded above me. Damn it! I refused to move, my mind working ha
[Juliette's POV] The limousine shot past under the overhead sign that pointed towards 'the United Republic of Theria (U.R.T) International Airport'. I jolted upright and stared at the broad, strong back. "Damn it, Ralph! You're into human trafficking too?" "I'm not in the mood for questions." Was his curt reply. "Miss Jules, please don't be mad at Mr. Ralph!" Thomas blared through the intercom. "He planned all this with us for your honeymoon." What! Apprehension stretched my gaze. Honeymoon, my ass! He's selling me overseas! And I'm not in the mood for a honeymoon! I need to stay calm and find a way to escape. A dry chuckle left my lips. Then, I murmured, "You're not in the mood for questions, but you're in the mood for holiday." He swung around with a smug grin. "Victory must be celebrated with bang, shouldn't it?" Asshole. He's rubbing my defeat in my face. I shouldn't provoke him—that would keep him alert. But I couldn't help it. Narrowing my gaze into a seething gla
[Juliette’s POV} “I hate you too,” he growled and tugged my hair, pulling my head back to plunge deeper into my mouth, stroking the full length of my tongue, rubbing it urgently. He ripped my gown apart, and his hands started fondling my breasts, teasing their weight as his fingers played with their sensitive buds until they cried with need. I gasped in pleasure and my hands found his abs and started kneading his fine muscles. He broke away and muttered, “Fuck, I miss these.” His mouth closed over a rosy peak, releasing another gasp from me. My fingers dug into his mane, caressing and tugging at his soft curls, and he sucked harder to reward my response. “Mmm, shit!” I hissed fiercely as another electrifying streak streamed up from my curled toes. I arched my back to have more of his lips. All of a sudden, I was hoisted up. Fearing he would slip off me, I locked my ankles around him to secure his lips on me, and hugged his head tight as he continued kissing downwards to my
[Ralph’s POV} I watched my fingers caress her cheek, the silkiness of her skin sliding past the grooves of my finger pads. I pushed the fallen curls behind her ear, noting its shade. Do all women look this peaceful and angelic when they sleep? Or just her? I felt a smile on my lips and chuckled. I kissed the side of her forehead and observed her, my thumb admiring the soft skin where my lips were. I need to get you away, Juliette, to a place where the son of a bitch couldn’t reach you, so I can make you trust me again. This time, I won’t fail. I will get your trust. And once I get it, this time, I will hold it tightly in my hands. I will not let it slip through my fingers. A strategist never makes the same mistake twice. I will use any means to keep you, so the Lux business empire will be mine, and I can get out of this mafia hellhole. The plane would land soon. I better get some sleep before that. ***** [Juliette’s POV] A salty breeze filled my nose. The gentle swis
*WARNING: THIS CHAPTER HAS HINTS OF VIOLENCE* [Juliette’s POV] He kissed me passionately. When we broke apart, he pulled me into his arms and we laid down once more. This time, we did nothing more than cuddle, enjoying the simple pleasure of each other’s presence and the tranquillity of the moment. As I listened to his peaceful heartbeat, I drifted back to sleep. ***** Morning light opened my eyes to the glorious sight of a handsome giant sleeping like a child beside me. I scrutinised his features until those exhausted eyelids opened and shut again. A genuine smile touched his lips and he whispered huskily, “Good morning, kitten.” I shifted forward and pressed my lips against his, and they broadened into a grin as his hand slid up my right thigh—. GROWL….. He snickered and commented something about my empty stomach roaring like a battle tank, then jumped off bed to avoid a flying pillow aimed for his head, and made a call to room service. Forty minutes later, a fe
[Juliette’s POV]Ralph said, “I did. I told my brothers that I’m out. I don’t want any of that shit title and position. And that’s why they ganged up against me. That’s why they tried to poison me that night.” I now pictured Ralph as a little boy about to eat a chip laced with poison. Cold shiver ran up my arms, spreading goosebumps. “Why would they do that?” I jumped to a bewildered stand. “You forfeited! They should leave you alone, shouldn’t they?!” Heat was burning my eyes. Ralph stared at me, speechless, as though I was a shooting star in the dark night, and he had accidentally caught sight of me.He reached across the table, took my hand and gently pulled me over. I moved across the wooden platform and into his embrace and hugged him back. Tears streamed down my face. “Why are you crying, kitten?" He rubbed my back in a comforting way. "It’s in the past, isn’t it?” "But the pain is in the present." I sobbed.I pulled from him and grabbed each end of his jaw to force his at
[Ralph's POV] Ben's voice came through as urgent as one of those Wall Street slickers. "Those son of bitches screwed us over!" "Shit," I growled. “They pulled the plug," I stated as though it was the most plausible conclusion about the WhizTech buyers. Those bunch of wolves, the business suit was just a sheep skin. "They say we’re shitting them, the price is too high!" Ben complained. I jerked the phone away and knocked the back of my hand on my forehead. Fucking bloodsuckers!! Argh! “Ralph, are you selling WhizTech?” A sweet voice asked. Shit. My eyes flew open. I stared at my fist, unable to move. I’d forgotten all about Juliette. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I should’ve taken the call when she wasn’t around. “Ralph?” she pressed on. “You’re selling WhizTech, aren’t you?” I’ll see where this goes. With my mind made up, I lifted my gaze at her and said, “Why do you think it’s WhizTech?” “Cause it’s been one of Papa’s plans for the near future,” she replied innocently.
[Juliette’s POV] I folded my arms, pretending to appear vexed. “What makes you think so?” Ralph blinked in confusion. “You’re so into clothes and grooming. And you seemed very enthusiastic discussing fashion with Monsieur Kugefield, so I thought—.” I grabbed my hips like a runway model showing off my white dress, its skirt dancing in the sea breeze. “Clothes maketh a man, don’t you think?” His laughter rang over the crashing waves. “Why do you laugh?” I wriggled my nose and snorted. “If business suits did the same as an A shirt, would you still wear them?" He scoffed. "You mean 'brand maketh a man'. Don't look at me like that, Juliette. That Miracle Dress is ten times the cost of one McLaren!" The remark appalled me. "So what? I can afford it." He rolled his eyes. "You mean 'me'–I paid for that." "With MY money," I retorted with a hard glare. With both hands tucked into his pockets, he chuckled and nodded in a knowing defeat. "You made your point." Then, he strolled ca