92. Meeting Lelah Zach's POV The tips of my fingers charred with searing warmth as I hesitantly extended my hands to touch the little bundle of curiosity grazing me with an inquisitorial look. She lowered her eyes at my hands, then came up to blink her thick long lashes at me. I was nervous around her. My body acting out of my reserved accords. As soon as I came to Denver and told Richard's mother about his death along with Gianna's, she swooned and wept over losing them. I was glad I avoided the kidnapping part or else the old lady would have taken the trauma to her brain and fell into fatal oblivion. Just like Lelah, she had nobody to call family. She was alone. Orphan as she called herself. It took a hug and a kiss to her sweaty and strained forehead to ensure her of the good that's to come. That I was not a bearer of bad tidings even though my visit only brought her terminal affliction. I had to hold her to my chest like I would have done to my mother in such a strung out cir

94. Ensnared Jade's POV Please, stop it! I beg you. Please. No, it hurts. Please don't do it. The words echoed in my head. I moved a hand and a wave of excruciating pain slid through my body. As my senses started to fall back in its place, I realized myself lying on my stomach. My eyes were heavy, feeling like two stones had been tied to my lashes, thus making my endeavor to force open my eyelids fail. Noo! Please, no. Ask them to stop it, Master. I beg you. The words reverberated again. The pain in the voice, the heart-stirring sobs, and the eerie edge to the sobs overwhelmed me. I wanted to see who it was and why they were weeping so helplessly. I hissed and attempted to get up but prostrated back on the ground harshly. A persistent ache gnawed at my head. Like a blacksmith was hammering nails in my head. My body was trapped in an unrelenting grip of discomfort, too, as I was forced to pull myself up again. There was no blindfold on my eyes yet I couldn't see an

(Warning: Violent scenes ahead) 96. Relief for lifetime Jade's POV I was pushed down. My hands were taken behind my back and held there. Still I shrieked, "Let her go, Archibald. I screwed you up and your business. Avenge me. Punish me. Rape me! But let her go. Please." No girl would bring it upon her. The rape. But I didn't know what else to say to get his attention. He ruthlessly carved her thighs. Making long and brutal openings that bled like overflowing rivers. "That I will do. I will fuck you until you are dead, bitch. Until all your holes are sore and red." He carved more, and turned around to take a look at me, "But first things first. Your mother needs to be taken care of." "Please. Not her. Don't hurt her. She's suffered enough." "She's suffered enough indeed. Which is why it's time to give her some relief." I froze watching him smile evilly at me. "A lifelong relief, isn't it?" Then he got up and snapped at the man around my mom. They began scattering around at

98. Inquiring about Jade Zach's POVI shook hands absent-mindedly with people when they approached to congratulate me for adopting a daughter. My mind was elsewhere. It was not in this room containing famous businessmen to legendary celebrities and philanthropists. I faked a smile to the group of people I was standing with and beat a retreat.Coming to a corner behind one of the poles, I heaved and ran a hand to my face. I tried to keep my frustration intact but it was reflecting in my body language and how I handled glasses of my drink. I've already broken three in my tight hold and blamed my happiness for feeling so energetic today.But the truth is, my girlfriend and her sudden disappearance was causing an avalanche of panic to rise within me.'It's all your fault!' my wolf muttered.I don't know how it was my fault when actually he deserves all the blame. He became a miserable Romeo over Gianna's death. And way before that he affected my emotions. He didn't let me think of anyone

100. I want my strength back Zach's POV I sat behind the steering wheel of my Mercedes and fired the engine aggressively. My gaze fell on the rear view at mom holding Lelah and a fierce longing seized hold of me. That should have been Jade holding our daughter. Lelah should have met her mamma first... Before her grandparents or uncles and aunts in the mansion. But I acted on a fucking impulse. No, it wasn't even an impulse. I don't know what it was but whatever it was, was commendable of utter revulsion. Only the heaven knows what the fuck had been going on in my mind. I fucking stayed away from Jade and waited for the right time to tell her about everything. I bloody ignored her don't know for what. Maybe I waited for the right time... Or the right situation. I don't know. I fucking don't know. There was no right time between two people that loved madly— or if I had even a sense of faithfulness in my relation and toward Jade— then I wouldn't have to leave in search of her like