*Note* The contents of this chapter takes place after Devon discovers the crashed car on the highway, (between chapters 47-48 for more clarification) his internal thoughts and what happened afterwards. it is not meant to take away from the main story but to act as an eye-opener since some of you might be confused. With that being said, let's enjoy reading!Devon.Still standing in the rain, blurring my vision as I scour the streets for any sign of Jessica amidst the pouring rain. Nothing. She's no longer here; Zachary already has her. Kicking the wet ground in frustration, I run my hands through my hair, trying to figure out the next course of action. The cold rain is biting into my skin, but that is the least of my problems. Panic courses through my veins as minutes turn into eternity, the pounding in my heart getting louder, and the rain blinding me. Every second feels like a lifetime, and I can't shake off the feeling that I'm running out of time. Knowing there's nothing I can do he

The house is quiet since it's nighttime, the remnants of the road trip still echoing in the air. Emma is safely settled into her new life at Harvard, her laughter and chatter absent from the rooms she once filled with vibrant energy. I sit at the dining table, my laptop open before me, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. It's a simple click away, a mere press of the "Submit" button, and my application to the nearby university will be on its way. Yet, the weight of that action presses on my chest like a heavy stone. I swallow, the gulp resounding in my ears as I feel that single drop of sweat slide down my back.Ten years. It has been a decade since I walked away from my studies, leaving behind dreams of a career and a future that faded into the background of life's other demands. A decade of nurturing my sisters, of supporting Sophie, of being Emma's guardian and finally a wife to Devon. But now, in the quiet of the house, the silence echoes with the resounding question: Is it too

The group of women gently guide me to a plush chair, and I take a seat, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and nervousness. They huddle together, speaking in hushed tones as they assess me, making me feel like the subject of their scrutiny."She'll definitely need a full-body massage," one of them suggests, her finger pointing towards me as if marking areas of concern. "We have to revitalize that skin. Then, a fresh haircut, and of course, finding the perfect dress."The room buzzes with a sense of urgency, and one of them remarks about the time. "This is going to take hours, and the party is tonight."Olivia, the woman in charge, claps her hands with determination. "That's why we start now, ladies. We have work to do! Let's get to it."And so, my transformation begins. I spend the entire day at the beauty place, surrendering myself to the capable hands of these experts. First, they treat me to a luxurious full-body massage, kneading away any lingering tension and leaving me fee

The morning sun peeks through the sheer curtains of our Italian hotel room, casting a soft, golden glow over the ivory sheets that cradle my wife's slumbering form. The room is bathed in a tranquil silence, a stark contrast to the passionate symphony that played out here just hours ago. Rubbing my eyes open, I reach for my glasses and put them on, watching as my gaze clears up before turning back to the sleeping woman beside me.I can't help but smile as I lay there, propped up on my elbow, and watch her sleep. Jessica's chestnut hair spills across the pillow, framing her delicate face like a cascade of silk. Her lips, now gently parted in the peaceful surrender of sleep, still carry the rosy flush of our shared passion. My gaze trails down to her half-exposed breasts and waist, all bearing marks of my possession, adorn her skin like love notes written in the language of desire.A sense of possessiveness washes over me as I trace the path my fingers took last night, over the curve of

"Kiss me, Devon." I order, my voice low. A crooked smile hits his lips before he lowers himself, pulling me closer as my lips meets his for a searing kiss. I close my eyes, my body growing warm as I wrap my hands around his neck, tugging his head lower. As our lips mold together, a rush of warmth spreads through my body, igniting a fire within me. Devon's hands slide down my back, pulling me even closer, intensifying the connection between us. The world around us fades away, leaving only the electric energy that crackles between our bodies.His lips move with a tantalizing rhythm, matching the beat of my racing heart. I feel a surge of desire coursing through my veins, urging me to explore further. With a gentle tug, I guide Devon's head lower, deepening the kiss as our bodies press against each other.Lost in the moment, I become acutely aware of every sensation. The soft brush of his breath against my skin, the taste of his lips, and the way his fingers trace delicate patterns on m