My lips parted in shock.“W-what?”The shock I felt couldn't contain my voice. We did not one but a third round? And, what? I initiated it?No, this bastard could be lying. He was a murderer and a manipulator, what was lying that couldn't be added to his list of crimes?“I-I know you are lying! Don't think I’d be stupid to believe any lies you cook up!”“Oh baby, you have no idea what we cooked up last night.”Ace smirked, pinning his hot and needy gaze on mine.He is lying, he is fooling you, I kept reminding myself.“W-what do you mean?”Ace suddenly moved closer to him, dangerously barely sparing me breathing space as he regarded my gaze.“I won't share the details with you but, all I would tell you is that we were on this couch and you gave me the best ride of my life.”He brought his fingers to smoothly caress my face.“All along I thought you were 18 and inexperienced but, you did meet me with a great surprise. Let's do more of that in the future - surprise.”Ace leaned closer,
I took the antidote as suggested by Ace and soon enough, I laid back against the fluffiness of the king-sized bed and my weak eyes drifted off to sleep.The minute I woke up, the tired sun retiring into the depth of the sky in it’s orange hue, every memory from last night, in HDs, refreshed in my head.I did ask him to have sex with him. No, I begged. He didn't want it to happen since he suspected it was the incense doing the asking but, I begged him. I threw myself at him like a freaking whore.Damn me! And, damn him for making him throw myself at him the slightest opportunity I had. Tears rolled down my eyes. Fucking hell! All I wanted was to end this terror of a marriage because I couldn't stand the sight of him but somehow, I had sex with him, letting him take my virginity like it was nothing to me.Last night will surely replace my wedding with Ace as the worst day of my life.~ 20 HOURS AGO ~{Warning: Explicit sc
We didn't have sex. My virginity wasn't broken. Yet, I let a stream of tears roll down my face after I had revisited the memories.We didn't do anything but, I still threw myself at him. The only reason we did nothing was because Ace didn't want to. He probably wanted to use that fact to hunt and mock me.For my slutty act and for my desperation. He would mention, everytime he had the chance, that I had begged him to have sex with me. It was incense. I know it was the incense but I still did it anyway. The did had been done. Incense or no incense. I threw myself at the man that abducted my sister, his supposed bride, forced me into a loveless marriage and killed my boyfriend’s brother. It made me feel so filthy.Ace stepped out. And I stayed glued to the bed throughout the evening, staring into the ceiling and letting even more tears leave my eyes as I kept recalling my pathetic attempt at having Ace sleep with me last night.I also thought about how I was going to face him. How w
My world went crumbling at once. To confirm the news, I let my trembling fingers type it's way to the internet. I put his name in the search bar and thousands of articles presented themselves. The exact headline. Dad had truly passed away. The article said he was found dead a few minutes ago. Probably several minutes after we spoke. I still had time to save him. There was still time to save him but I did nothing. I folded my arms and allowed it to happen like a spineless fool. I couldn't cry. I didn't have the right to cry. It could have been avoided but I chose to avoid it. When Ace arrived, I was glued to the corner of the bedroom, trapping my head in between my legs, staring blankly at the floor. Ace said nothing. He already knew. Of course he does. Infact, he was at the crime scene. He was the one that did whatever happened to dad and rendered me fatherless. I should lurch at him. Fight and hit him. Confront him for his cruelty and wickedness. How can a human b
I pressed my ear closely into the door to pick up the conversation; however, a voice downstairs interrupted me. A familiar voice. I walked away from Isobel’s bedroom door and peeked downstairs, placing my hand gently on the railings. It was who I thought it was. Valerie. Valerie wore a beautiful, black mini gown and she had her jet-black hair up in a ponytail style. She looked gorgeous and I've missed her so fucking much. She was speaking to Aunt Quinn, smiling sweetly at something she said. Breaking the rules of never going downstairs till the funeral was over, I marched down the stairs, rushing over to Valerie and immediately wrapping my hands around her when I was within reach. She hugged me back, circling her hand around my waist. We've not seen each other for a week but it felt like years. “I’ve missed you so much.”
He came back a few minutes later with a tab and switched it on, immediately moving to Skype. Then, he called a contact under the name “Dawn” and we waited as it rang. After three rings, someone picked up and a guy’s face came on. He was shirtless, his broad chest inked with tattoos. “Go put on a shirt, dick. My wife is here with me.” I retched at that title. I hope I never hear from him again. It would be like a call to reality that we were really married. He was my husband. I retched again. The guy at the other end of the camera abandoned his phone, ran off somewhere and returned with a shirt on, the first few buttons undone and the sleeve rolled up. He looked good. Maybe he was Ace’s brother. “We finally see the beautiful new bride you wouldn't stop rambling about.” He rambled about me? I wondered what he said. Did he talk about my b
I left Elijah in my almost-empty childhood room, following behind Ace Reynolds. Yes, I chose a loveless marriage with Ace. Elijah charged after me, tears in his eyes, attempting to convince me to stay and begging me not to leave him behind. But, I was deaf to his pleas. My mom asked Ace to take care of me and Valerie hugged me tightly asking for the last time if I was sure I didn't want to go with Elijah instead. I didn't answer the question, I just assured her that I would be okay. Truthfully, I didn't know the answer to that question. I didn't know if I wanted to go with Elijah or stay with Ace. Neither did I know why I chose Ace instead of Elijah. I just found myself choosing Ace. And it had nothing to do with his threat earlier. To be frank, if I really hated the idea of staying married to Ace, I would have done the one thing to put an end to it
Yeah, I would be doing it only because I was dying to experience it, not because I was in love with him. Perhaps, I should shut my eyes and imagine Elijah as the man when he does it? Ace had stepped out immediately; he settled me in and I had waited for him. Ace arrived past ten. I heard him speaking to someone on the phone. So, I immediately got off the queen-sized bed and followed his voice. His bedroom was on the first floor. He didn't shut his door, so I strolled in after him. His bedroom was twice as massive as my new one. But, I didn't have strength to adore its beauty as I had other important missions. I just want to experience sex once and for good and get it over with. Ace halted his conversation on the phone when he turned around to see me. He had change
The moment the door clicked shut behind Isobel, I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. I had spent the last hour staring at my sister, searching for any trace of the girl I once knew. She was here, she was alive, but something was off. I could feel it. And the worst part? No one else seemed to care. I paced the room, my fingers tightening into fists as I tried to make sense of it all. Ace was seated in the armchair by the fireplace, watching me with that infuriatingly calm expression. “You’re going to wear a hole in the floor,” he murmured. I shot him a glare. “And you’re just going to sit there like nothing happened?” Ace tilted his head. “What do you expect me to do, Brielle? Interrogate her the second she walks in the door?” “Yes!” I snapped. “That’s exactly what I expect! She was missing for months, Ace. And now she’s just back, no explanation?”
The moment the door clicked shut behind Isobel, I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding.I had spent the last hour staring at my sister, searching for any trace of the girl I once knew. She was here, she was alive, but something was off. I could feel it.And the worst part? No one else seemed to care.I paced the room, my fingers tightening into fists as I tried to make sense of it all. Ace was seated in the armchair by the fireplace, watching me with that infuriatingly calm expression.“You’re going to wear a hole in the floor,” he murmured.I shot him a glare. “And you’re just going to sit there like nothing happened?”Ace tilted his head. “What do you expect me to do, Brielle? Interrogate her the second she walks in the door?”“Yes!” I snapped. “That’s exactly what I expect! She was missing for months, Ace. And now she’s just back, no explanation?”He exhaled slowly, his fingers drumming against the armrest. “I told you. We’ll get answers. But not tonight.”I let out
The next morning, I woke up with a pounding headache and the weight of last night still pressing down on my chest. I barely remembered falling asleep, but I knew it wasn’t peaceful.When I finally dragged myself out of bed and made my way downstairs, the house was already buzzing with movement.In the kitchen, Valerie was sitting at the counter, scrolling through her phone. She looked up when I walked in, her brow furrowing."You look worse than yesterday," she said, pushing a cup of coffee toward me."Thanks," I muttered, taking it."Did you even sleep?""Not really."She sighed. "Ace again?"I gave her a pointed look. "When is it not Ace?"Before she could respond, footsteps echoed down the hall. Esther strolled in, her sharp eyes flicking between us."You look like shit," she said bluntly.I scowled. "Wow, thanks. That really helps."She smirked, leaning against the counter. "I hear Ace has you on lockdown."I groaned. "Of course you heard. He acts like I'm a damn prisoner.""You b
I barely slept.After last night’s conversation with Ace and Dawson, my mind refused to shut off. Every time I closed my eyes, Julia’s name echoed in my head. She was watching me. She was waiting for the right moment to strike.Ace hadn’t said it outright, but I knew what he meant. The second I slipped up, the second I gave her an opening—she’d take it.And yet, here I was, stuck in this house, unable to do anything about it.By morning, I was exhausted but restless. I needed to move. To do something. Anything to remind myself that I wasn’t just a pawn in Ace’s game.I pulled on a sweater and padded downstairs. The house was quiet, which wasn’t unusual. The staff usually kept to themselves, and Ace’s men were always lurking in the background, making their presence known without a word.As I reached the kitchen, I stopped short.Valerie sat at the island, picking at a plate of toast and fruit. She looked up when she saw me, her grey eyes lighting up.She had said she would be visiting
I stared at Ace, waiting. The silence between us stretched long enough to make my skin crawl.I crossed my arms. “You still haven’t answered my question.”Ace exhaled through his nose, rubbing his jaw. “Go back to bed, Brielle.”I scoffed. “Seriously? That’s your response?” I took a step forward. “I just overheard you talking about how I might be a pawn in Julia’s little game, how Vincent is a problem, and how you’ve been keeping secrets from me, and you think I’m just going to go back upstairs and sleep?”Ace’s expression darkened. “You shouldn’t have been listening.”“Oh, my bad.” I shot him a saccharine smile. “I should have waited until you decided to actually tell me the truth instead of playing mind games with me?”His jaw tensed. “It’s not that simple.”“It never is with you.”Ace let out a low breath, his fingers curling into fists at his sides. “I keep things from you for a reason, Brielle.”“Yeah? What reason is that?”“To keep you safe.”I let out a humorless laugh. “Safe?
The moment Ace shut the door behind him, I exhaled sharply, my fingers gripping the robe around me. My heart still pounded from Vincent’s parting words, from the way Ace had looked at me before leaving.She’s none of your concern.It should have been reassuring. It wasn’t.I paced the length of the bedroom, frustration bubbling beneath my skin. Ace had been keeping things from me—things about Julia, about Nightwind, about this entire damn world I’d been thrown into. And now, Vincent Green was involved, a man whose name alone sent a shiver down my spine.I needed answers.I walked toward the door, hesitated for half a second, then pulled it open. The hallway was dim, the soft glow from the chandelier downstairs barely reaching this far. I crept forward, my bare feet silent against the cool marble floor.I had no idea what I was expecting to find.I just knew I couldn’t stay in that room, waiting.Halfway down the staircase, I heard them.“…not your call, Ace.” Esther’s voice, sharp and
I wasn’t sure how long I stood there after Ace’s words settled in the air. I won’t let anything happen to you. The weight of that promise pressed against my chest, leaving behind an unease I didn’t know how to shake.Because if there was one thing I had learned about Ace Reynolds, it was that he never promised anything unless he meant it.And that scared me more than anything else.I forced myself to move, climbing the stairs to our bedroom. The moment I shut the door behind me, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. My fingers trembled as I unbuttoned my blouse, my mind replaying everything from earlier—the way Ace had spoken about Nightwind, the way his entire body had tensed when he mentioned Julia.There was more to this. I knew there was.And the worst part? I had a feeling I wouldn’t like the answers.I showered quickly, letting the warm water wash away the grime of the day, but no matter how much I scrubbed, I
The drive back was silent. Ace sat beside me, fingers drumming idly against his knee, while Fred focused on the road ahead. The tension from earlier still lingered in the air, thick and suffocating. I wanted to ask questions—so many questions—but I wasn’t sure if I wanted the answers.Ace had just threatened a man with a gun. Not surprising, given who he was. What unsettled me was how unaffected he had been, how natural it all seemed.I took a breath, forcing myself to speak. “So… Nightwind.”Ace didn’t look at me. “Yeah.”“Are you going to tell me what that means?”His fingers stilled, but he didn’t respond.I sighed. “Right. I forgot. You don’t do explanations.”Ace glanced at me then, his expression unreadable. “Nightwind is one of the five families under my rule. Or, at least, it used to be.”That got my attention. “Used to be?”“There was a shift in power a few years ago. I allowed Julia’s husband
Ace’s presence beside me was oddly comforting, despite the usual tension between us. His hand rested lightly on my thigh, a silent claim that I wasn’t sure I liked. But right now, I was too focused on the fact that someone had followed us.I stiffened. Ace noticed immediately.“What?” His voice was calm, but his grip on my thigh tightened.I swallowed and kept my gaze trained on the shadow disappearing behind the wall. “Someone’s watching us.”Ace followed my line of sight, then glanced at Fred. “Secure the entrance. Nobody gets in or out without my permission.”Fred nodded and walked off, issuing silent commands to the other guards. Ace pulled me close, his lips brushing my ear. “Who did you see?”I hesitated. “I—I’m not sure. Just a figure. It could be nothing.”Ace scoffed. “It’s never nothing.”He guided me into the hospital room where Martin lay, bandaged and asleep. Relief flooded me at the sight of his ch