“The world indeed is a small place. I’m glad I attended this party.”“W-what are you doing here?”“Be glad it was me attending this event and not Azrael.”“Why are you so surprised? Afraid I might call your dear fiancée here?” The shock now turned into ice-cold hatred as she seethed with all the despise she felt for that man.“Your friend has already ruined my life, what makes you think your threats will terrorise me?” Her voice came out strong, a vile combination of hidden fear and courage. Though the tremble of her fingers hindered her, she kept her head high.Leon scoffed at her words as he stepped towards her, his hands in his pockets as she tried not to back away. She could see the tracing of a gun in his holster, and the handle of the knife sticking between his belt and pocket. She knew somehow it would be difficult to escape this situation, but how could she when he was standing between her and the door?“You don’t know what hell feels like, Grace. You’ve never been to one. Azr

Grace flinched as his cold fingers ran down her neck, a pissed expression on his handsome features. His jaw clenched tight and eyes flared with something unknown that she didn’t want to mistake as anger.“Who did this?” Bloodlust ran in his veins, darkness taking over his human side. She didn’t answer him instead eyes widened with raw panic before she immediately placed her hand on her neck, hiding the raging bluish-purple marks on her neck. She should be careful.Anger was just a word, Maverick was seething with rage. Did Arden happen to be that man who left his marks on her? On some other man tried to touch her? Many thoughts rang in his irrational head and every one of them made him more furious.Grace averted her gaze, not looking at him and Maverick knew she was hiding something. Grabbing her back the wrist, he dragged her to the lot where his car was parked. Grace knew she was done. She tripped behind him as he pulled her with him, making her match his long strides. Grace gasped

One heart. One life. And he was ready to sacrifice both for her only to see her smile. Strange how she was becoming his love, his affections, his senseless talks, his emotions. She was immersed in him, and there was nothing in him that belonged to him anymore. Maverick was a goner. Sucker for her. Every victory and defeat ended with her. He could see her in every phrase of the word in the documents he read for hours, in every ray of sun. He scoffed. How poetic for a man who did not believe in all this bullshit. Maverick took another puff of his cigar as he looked at the sky. The moonlight was not so captive before as it was tonight. And then he looked over his shoulder at her sleeping frame. It was as though the moon himself was stealing glances from her. And then little scene from a movie, the slow breeze hummed in his ears as if it carried her essence. What sort of intoxication was that? And then he realised. He had lost so much of himself in her that it was now too late for regret

Maverick flinched as she slammed the door of the bathroom with unnecessary force. He stretched his neck and tilted it side-to-side. So much for asking for forgiveness. He scoffed, shaking his head not believing the little kitten had started to grow nails. He did not find her words a bit offensive but charmingly adorable. The way she huffed with anger, the cute little red nose and a pout on her kissable lips. He didn’t think it was possible to love his little dove more, but as he was getting to know her more, his feelings for her were both intensifying and growing deeper. He realised there was still a hidden part of her that he hadn’t witnessed, except that she was the object of his obsession. Grace was never truly relaxed around him. Now, he had seen a different side of her, and he adored every new trait and quirk he uncovered.His little dove was not some fragile woman, but a feisty one.He chuckled to himself.Still amazed by Grace’s words, he walked into the kitchen. Assuming his

“What do you mean?” She asked raising her chin. She hated that her voice sounded shaky and her hands frantically clutching her sides. The solemn curve of Maverick’s lips deepened, darkness dancing in his eyes. “Should I pretend? For how long?” Her insides twisted in something unknown that couldn’t be described as relaxation but something solely disturbing. Maverick arched his brow. “You certainly do not remember me, little dove. You know how much it hurts?” Her insides once again twitched and unsettled emotions. Simultaneously, her breathing quickened and her skin prickled with his every word. “W-what are you saying all of sudden?” She asked as evenly as she could. She didn’t want to delve deeper but something about him suddenly seemed so strange. His eyes gleamed sardonically. “Raina Enterprises, two years ago.”“W-what?” She clenched her teeth as a distant memory flashed in her head. How could she forget that night? That night changed everything for her. “You remember it, don’t y