Irina ran into the forest, grinning in satisfaction. She glanced back to see a wrecked Alena and Edmund's body, lying on the ground."I finally did it," she said happy with herself. "I killed that asshole. Now let's see who will keep me away from my baby.” She chuckled, happy that everything went as planned."You're even more crazy than I've heard,” A male voice chimed in, and she quickly turned around looking at the blond man in front of her."W-Who are you?" she asked looking around."Mikael Galton,” he answered looking at her hardly. Her eyes widened a little at the last name.He smirked at her reaction. "Yes, Galton. Two years ago, you kidnapped a pregnant woman. You tried to take her baby and you killed the both of them.”"I didn't kill anyone!" Irina snapped. He chuckled humorlessly. "You did. Because she was bleeding and you left her in that shithole until the baby died and she died too while giving birth. Just know that the woman was my sister.”"I said I didn't kill anyone!

"You bitch,” was the first thing I heard when I entered Penelope's condo.I chuckled as I saw her walking out of the kitchen glaring at me. I smiled brightly and kissed her cheek. She just glared at me. "You said you were coming to take him when you're done with whatever you were doing.""I'm sorry. Things happened." I smiled at her.She shook her head. "Whatever. What happened anyways? Rio doesn't want to tell me," she asked as she walked to the kitchen, and I followed her."My baby. . ." I smiled putting my purse in the counter and taking Iñigo in my arms. "I missed you sweetheart.” I kissed his cheek."He was crying every time we wanted to sleep, and he stops crying when we keep our eyes open,” Penelope said, and I chuckled. "He is sadistic,” she complained."He is an angel, isn't he?" I said and she shook her head smiling."What happened last night?" she asked again."Edmund and I went on a date. You know, husband and wife thing?"Her eyes widened and burst out laughing. "Are we e

ALENA'S POV "Hmm. . ." Edmund moan suddenly brings my attention back to reality. I raised my hips off the bed, only to have them pushed back down by Edmund. He begins to peel back the remainder of the material on my body using his teeth, and the way his nose grazes my skin has me whimpering. Finally removing my knickers, Edmund takes hold of both my legs, pushing them up in the process. Positioning his head in between them, he blows cool air against me. Once again, I find myself throwing my head back while I wait impatiently for his tongue to make contact. "Please," I beg breathlessly, hoping he gives in to my demands. A mere two seconds later, he presses his lips against my clit, causing me to scream out. His hold on my legs tightens as he keeps them in place, all while he licks and sucks, bringing me closer to coming completely undone. I weave my fingers through his thick, chocolate locks, tugging and pulling at it as I begin to religiously chant his name. I can feel my orgasm g

"Your new personal assistant is here." I looked up to see my secretary standing in the doorway of my office with a smile on her face. The only reason she was here was because she was something decent to look at and she was pretty decent fuck after a few drinks."Personal assistant?" I asked my right hand. There had been no mention that I would be gaining a personal assistant and I certainly didn't employ one for myself. I much preferred to work alone and I didn't need some woman coming in here with the intention of changing that.I had left that life behind me for a reason. I don't deal well with being told what to do and when to do it."Yes. Your parents thought you could use some help, so they employed one for you," Tharina replied still with that damn smile on her face. She didn't even flinch when I stood up from my desk and walked over to where she was standing.Her being five foot one and me being a little over six foot five did have its advantages. Even with her heels on she bar

Sitting alone in a cold, empty room with nothing but the grey walls to distract me; I'm forced to listen as the doctor on the other side of the door explains to my family that I've suffered a miscarriage at six weeks of pregnancy.Hearing those fatal words has my stomach churning and an overwhelming feeling of guilt shooting through my entire being. The dull pain lingering in the pit of my stomach is nagging at me and acts as a constant reminder of what my body has done, what I have done.I lost our baby.I close my eyes in a desperate attempt to block out my surroundings and much to my annoyance, it doesn't work. I can still hear as Alena demands to know more information, I can still smell the overpowering, domestic scent that all hospitals seem to hold and I can still feel my sadness as it consumes me from the inside out.How can I have been so stupid? If I just got myself here sooner, maybe things would be different.My erratic thoughts are interrupted when I hear the door creak an