LOGINChapter 4
India's POV
Kelly was every inch the princess bride she has always dreamt to be since we were ten. The gown was a vintage white with beads decorating the entire length. It had a large parting at the back which flaired from her waist down.
Her makeup was flawless. Every stroke of brush added more to her beauty highlighting her brown mischievous eyes. Her hair was done in an up do style with bangs framing her face.
She was breathtaking to look at
Her mum was already at the verge of tears, hugging and muttering how fast Kelly had grown.
Her bouquet was a combination of her's and Chris’ favorite flowers; roses sprinkled with daises
Taking an excuse, Mrs Thomas took an excuse and walked out, leaving me with Kelly
She turned to face me with anxiety flashing on her features
“I'm probably gonna trip while walking down the aisle and everyone's gonna bark out a loud laugh at me”.
“You remember Shontelle's wedding where I laughed at her dresss, karma could get back at me and someone could do the same to me” she rambled on and on feeling the jitters of a bride to be.
I held her face firmly but being cautious not to smear her makeup. “Look Kelly, you're the strongest bitch I've ever known. You've gone through terrible circumstances that life put forward to you but you've never for a second backed down. Now is not the time to. And yes, everyone will be too engrossed with your beauty to think about any other thing.” I said
“Now you're gonna make me cry, I love you Soo much bitch. Never forget that” she replied choking back a sob and throwing her hands over me in a warm embrace while I stroked her back affectionately in a warm embrace.
“Enough of these tears, now let's go take Chris' breath away” I said confidently matching her smile
“You think I'm that…… beautiful?” Kelly asked and for the first time, my best friend wasn't confident.
I'm sorry Kelly but have you seen yourself? I exclaimed “Chris better get a bucket cause tears are gonna flow while you're walking down the aisle.
“You look elegant yourself, I'm sure you'll get involved in some kinky shit tonight.” She wiggled her eye brows with her all knowing look while I rolled my eyes in response
Typical Kelly
“Don't you ever take a break Kelly?” I huffed out feigning annoyance.
“All I do is to try add some color in your black and white life “ She innocently replied “You only live once, India, try to make a few bad decisions, it helps at times “ She commented mischievously
“What we should be concentrating on is how the rest of your day will go “ I say changing the subject
The last thing I wanna do right now is admit that my life lacks color
“I think I know how my day will end up “ Kelly replied looking thoughtful “ It will probably end with Chris' dick stuck in my…..” She slyly said and I cut her off immediately
“I didn't ask for that part “ I exclaimed as my face seeflushed from embarrassment
“You know” She began again “ Chris has some nice friends who are good-looking and probably huge down there, yuh nuh what I mean…” Kelly kept going
“Gaddamit Kelly,I ain't hooking up with nobody “ I replied
“Oh yuh never nuh “ She replied employing her Bajan accent and was about going on until we were interrupted by her father who had come to announce that it was time
I was so grateful for the interruption because I know that Kelly could go all day with no break
After exchanging pleasantries with her ever radiant father, I excused myself to give them a father- daughter moment.
Kelly has always been a daddy's girl right from birth and despite the fact that her parents are divorced, she still cherishes him.
Her parents took me like a second daughter especially when my mom abandoned me and my dad was always too high to care.
I reflected on my parents' separation.
It was a hard time for us all.
All the dreams and aspirations that we had as a family shattered because of just one reason.
From then, I knew that happy ever after romances can only be found in books which are carefully crafted by talented authors.
Mom fell in love with her new rich boss and she abandoned dad for him.
I witnessed how my dad was crushed by her decision. He loved her so much but she was hell bent on finding a rich man.
I watch my father go down, taking to drugs which only shortened his life, leading to his untimely death.
They said it was a natural death but I knew that depression ate him deep, dragging him to the cold hands of death.
Pushing all the depressing thoughts away, I wander around in search of the wedding planner.
Kelly was about to walk down the aisle and as her maid of honor, I had to make sure that nothing is amiss.
With a swift turn to the venue, I bumped into a solid body with such force that I expected my butt to land on the floor but his firm and strong hands gripped my waist tightly.
I looked up to see the owner of the solid body on whom half of my weight rested only to be met with those grey stormy eyes that had occupied my thoughts throughout the bachelorette party.
It was him!
The mystery guy who managed to puncture his way into my thoughts.
His eyes shone with some sort of mischief dancing in them
His jet black hair was styled away from his face and it shone like an invitation for me to put my hands on.
He was in a smoldering suit that made him look like a model ready to be the face of GQ magazine.
“You should really stop cornering me like this” I hiss in annoyance trying hard not to show how my body was reacting to his hot movie star looks
My whole body was literally on fire at the sight of the Greek god before me
“Is it really my fault that you are always playing the damsel in distress anytime we meet?” His deep throaty voice rasped and I was already clenching my thighs in response
My sane mind took over and I immediately pushed him with a bit of force, standing on my own.
He let out a chuckle that I could have mistook was from an angel
I stood squarely, eyeing his tall statue
Damn!
He was really tall
But at least I wasn't short
Standing by his shoulder was a good start
It was time I put on my big girl britches and get this over with.
I'm done with him messing with my head
Mustering all the courage I had, I looked him in the eye
“Oh really! Then how about you learn to walk away from this damsel in distress “ I quoted his words earlier using my hands to draw inverted commas in the air
“My Mama taught me to help those in need” He retorted without missing a beat
“Then go to where your flimsy excuse of help is needed” I sassed with equal fervor
I can't believe I lasted this long in a conversation
without becoming a stuttering mess.
I guess it's time to embrace this new found confidence that I just seem to develop
“You know, I could show you just how dangerous it is to tempt me with that mouth of yours,” he said lowly, his voice dripping with heat as his gaze flickered briefly to my lips.
My breath hitched, but I forced myself to keep my cool. “Dangerous?” I raised a brow, stepping an inch closer. “Or exciting?”
His smirk deepened, eyes never leaving mine. “Maybe both. The way you look at me,it’s like you’re daring me to ruin you.”
I scoffed softly, trying not to betray the shiver running down my spine. “You don’t strike me as the type who asks permission.”
“I’m not,” he admitted, leaning down so close his breath fanned across my ear. “But I enjoy the chase. And right now, you’re running, even though I can already tell you’re dying to know how hard I’d kiss you against that wall.”
My lips parted, but no sound came out. I hated how my body betrayed me, heat pooling low in my stomach.
“You’re so full of yourself,” I managed, though my voice came out softer than intended.
He chuckled, deep and rough. “Sweetheart, that’s not confidence. That’s certainty. You feel this tooso there's absolutely no need to deny it” His fingers brushed the inside of my wrist, featherlight, making sparks race through my veins.
I swallowed hard. “And if I told you to back off?”
His jaw tightened, but the wicked gleam in his eyes only darkened. “Then I’d step back but trust me, it wouldn’t take long before you came looking for me. Because the way you’re biting that lip?” His voice dropped to a husky whisper. “That’s you begging me to tell you all the filthy things I could do to you.”
My cheeks burned crimson, but I couldn’t look away. He was intoxicating, dangerous in every sense, and damn it I wanted more.
“Cocky bastard,” I breathed, forcing a smirk.
“Only because I can already imagine you moaning it against my skin,” he fired back without missing a beat and walked away.
I was so caught up in our little conversation that I didn't realize that I was supposed to check up on the wedding planner to make sure everything was perfect.
This mystery guy was really bringing out a new part of me that I'm not sure if I'm willing to explore it
“Yet” My ever active mind reminded me
And then it hit me
Kelly had raved on and on about Chris' handsome grey eyed best friend who will be the best man
Could it be him???
If he is the best man, then it seems we are bound to meet again
Then… will that be it?
For the first time in my life, I couldn't determine the events that would happen between us
Writing always gave me that power to detect who my characters love and hate but….
I guess I'll just have to wait and see what life has in stock for us
Not that I was expecting anything but…. you know what they say?
A girl can hope……
Chapter 110India’s POVIt was officially a week since I walked out on Roman in his office.I didn’t know what Kelly was plotting.In hindsight, that should have been my first clue that something was wrong or right.Kelly plotting was different from Kelly spiraling. There was a sharpness to her eyes again, a focus that had nothing to do with survival and everything to do with intention. She moved through my apartment with purpose, phone constantly buzzing, scribbling notes, whispering to herself like she was directing an invisible orchestra.“You’re smiling,” I told her one afternoon, watching her pace the living room.She stopped mid-step. “Am I?”“Yes,” I said flatly. “Which is suspicious.”She smiled wider. “Maybe I’m just happy.”“Kelly.”She waved me off. “Don’t interrogate a pregnant woman. It’s bad karma.”I narrowed my eyes. “You’re scheming.”“I’m organizing,” she corrected. “There’s a difference.”I should have pushed harder.But life had been calmer. Quiet in a way that f
Chapter 109India’s POVThe first thing I noticed wasn’t dramatic.It wasn’t vomiting or tears or some movie-perfect moment of realization.It was the way Kelly flinched when she took off her bra.We were getting ready for bed, if you could call collapsing onto opposite sides of my apartment “getting ready.” The living room light was dim, the city outside reduced to a low hum, and Kelly stood near the bathroom door, wincing as she unclasped.“Everything okay?” I asked, absently scrolling through my phone.She nodded too quickly. “Yeah. Just sore.”I looked up.“Sore how?”She shrugged, avoiding my eyes. “Just… sensitive. Probably stress.”Stress.The universal excuse for everything that didn’t want to be examined too closely.I didn’t push. Not then.But my brain filed it away.The second thing was the nausea.Kelly had always been iron-stomached. She was the woman who could down espresso on an empty stomach and still argue coherently about tax policy. The woman who once ate street
Chapter 108Roman’s POVRussia greeted me with steel skies and colder silences.I came here to do business.After surviving, I had to get my head back into the game.Moscow always did that, welcoming you like a challenge instead of a city. Grey stretched endlessly above the skyline, concrete and glass rising with unapologetic authority. Power lived here. Not the loud, flashy kind, but the kind that sat quietly in rooms and decided who survived the next decade.I should’ve felt grounded.Instead, everything felt… hollow.The car rolled through the gates of Kristov Volkov’s compound just outside the city, tires crunching over gravel, armed guards nodding us through with familiar precision. This was old ground for me. Familiar territory. Deals made here reshaped markets, rerouted billions, and buried ghosts.Normally, I thrived on it.Today, my mind kept drifting, unwanted, persistent.India’s eyes.The way they’d gone cold instead of loud.The way she’d flinched when I said I loved he
Chapter 107India’s POVI don’t remember how I left Roman’s building.I remember the elevator doors closing.I remember the mirror, my face pale, eyes too bright, lips pressed together like they were the only thing holding me upright.I remember breathing like it was something I had to relearn.In.Out.Don’t fall apart here.By the time the car pulled away from the curb, the city blurred into color and motion, and my chest finally caved in on itself.I pressed my forehead to the cool glass and let the tears come, silent, furious, relentless. The kind that didn’t ask permission. The kind that felt like grief tearing its way out through my ribs.I hadn’t screamed.I hadn’t thrown anything.I hadn’t even said the things burning my tongue.I’d just… left.And somehow that felt worse.The office lights were already on when I arrived, the familiar hum of productivity buzzing around me like a cruel joke. My world had just imploded, and everyone else was still replying to emails, still arg
Chapter 106Roman’s POVThe moment the door opened, my life split into before and after.India.Her name thundered through me like a prayer I was too late to say.I shoved Harper away so hard she stumbled back a step, my hands burning as if her skin had scalded me. The space between us felt poisoned now contaminated by the exact second India walked in and saw the worst possible version of the truth.“India, wait…” I took a step toward her, panic clawing up my throat. “This is not what it looks like.”God, I hated those words the instant they left my mouth. They sounded weak. Clichéd. Like every lie ever told by men who deserved to lose the women they loved.But I wasn’t lying.Not about this.Harper laughed softly behind me.That sound snapped something feral loose in my chest.I turned on her, voice lethal. “Get out.”She blinked, feigning innocence. “Roman, relax…”“Now.”India’s hand rose between us like a blade.“Don’t,” she said quietly.One word. Final. Devastating.I froz
Chapter 105India’s POVMorning didn’t feel fragile anymore.It felt… possible.Guillermo’s small hand was warm in mine as we walked up the steps of his school, his backpack bouncing against his spine with every reluctant step. His lower lip trembled, eyes glossy, still shaken from everything that had happened to his mother.Roman told him last night and as a kid, he was worried sick.“I don’t want to go,” he said softly.“I know, Guille.” I crouched in front of him, smoothing his hair back. “But you’re very brave. And brave boys get rewards.”His eyes narrowed suspiciously. “What kind?”“An irresponsible amount of candy,” I whispered. “The kind your mom would pretend not to notice.”That earned me a smile. A small one but real.“And no tantrums?” I added.He nodded solemnly. “Promise.”I kissed his forehead and watched him disappear into the building, my chest tightening and loosening all at once.Alive.Rory was alive. Guillermo was safe. Roman had finally told me the truth.And







