I was working on painting but my mind was somewhere else. I couldn’t shake his thoughts away. Last night!He accepted he was jealous! I never thought he would ever accept it. I just wanted him to feel the same way I had been feeling for him. But I had never expected he would let out everything. You’re mine! How possessively he spoke these words. When I got up in the morning, I couldn’t find him anywhere in the mansion. I really didn’t want to see his face, but I badly wanted to know if he felt guilty after taking me against my will. I was still feeling sore between my legs. He was always rough, but last night he was on a new level.He fucked me! He fucked me the entire night! And he fucked me until he knocked me out! “What are you doing?” I was startled when I heard a deep voice. I turned my head to the doorway and found Luther. He was leaning against the door, his arms crossed and his eyes fixed on my painting. Oh no! I immediately stood up in front of the painting, hiding i

“Where are we going?” I asked Luther. “Get inside, darling,” he ordered me while opening the truck’s door for me. Before climbing I glanced at Cassius, who was watching us from a distance. I didn’t trust my husband not after knowing that he was a mafia boss. God knows what’s in his mind and where’ll he take me. Cassius gave me a nod giving me the green light that it was safe to go with his brother. I gave him a small smile and climbed into the truck and settled on the seat before fastening the seatbelts. Luther climbed into the driving seat and narrowed his eyes at me. “You don’t need to ask my brother when you are with me. You are my wife, not his,” he spoke firmly.I frowned. “If you ever consider me your wife!” I taunted. “I don’t trust you, anyway.” He said nothing and started the engine.“Are you going to answer my question? Where are we going?” I asked again.“Trust me, you’ll like it,” Luther replied. I sighed and gazed out the window. He drove through the hillside and ste

“So how was your trip with your devil husband?” Cassius asked while feeding hay to the horse.I smiled when the thoughts and memories of Luther were refreshed in my mind. I never thought he would ever change. He was so gentle and protective throughout the journey. I had never seen this side of him. I just loved the way he made love to me every night, although we didn’t love each other. I liked his soft kisses and seductive voice, whispers in my ears. We even had a romantic dinner on the veranda with a view of the sunset. He even cooked food for the two of us several times. He had made me feel how important I was to him. I can not believe it because all these things were happening so fast. “What do you have in mind?” Cassius pulled me back to the present and gave me a questioning look. “I asked how your trip was?”I smiled and tucked my hair behind my ear. “It was fun.” “Fun?” He frowned.“Romantic, I guess.” He threw me a knowing smile before stepping inside the barn. After a momen

I walked downstairs and strolled straight to the dining room where Cassius was enjoying his breakfast all by himself. When he heard the click of my heels, he looked up at me.“Good morning,” he greeted and gave me his charming smile. “Did you sleep well?”An unwanted pain gripped my chest when last night’s images surged in my head. A few hours ago Luther and I were happy in each other’s arms but after Juliana…I sighed exasperatedly and pushed her thoughts away and plopped down into the chair next to Cassius.“I slept well,” I lied and forced a smile. “What about you?”“I slept well and dreamed of you.” He chuckled and gave me a wink. “Kidding!!” He explained when he caught my grim expression. He stabbed his fork into the roast and cut a small slice off, and took it into his mouth.I looked at delicious food; scrambled eggs with cheese, bacon, toast, and pancakes.“Why don’t you eat?” He grinned when he noticed my eyes. “You must be hungry. Help yourself, sweetheart.”I hesitated a mom

I paced back and forth in the room, growing restless with each passing hour. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t understand how to help my brother without betraying my husband. My brain and heart were in great conflict with these two people.My brain wants my brother back, but my heart doesn’t want to betray Luther again.I’d promised Ned that I would hand him Luther’s Mac within two days. But I wasn’t able to make the right decision. I was confused. I was very confused. Should I help my brother? He wanted my help. I still remembered his face. He looked so wounded and shattered and lost. He was broken and helpless. He and Winifred had lost their first child. It must have been painful. Did Luther torture them? Why didn’t he tell me he’d found my brother then? Huh, why would he even tell me? Who the hell am I to him? I sat down in the chair and put my head in my hands as my throat thickened with sobs. My mind wandered back to that day when I’d learned everything about Luther.‘Luther ma