บททั้งหมดของ Their Wife: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

I jumped startled as the door to the room swung open. Killian stormed towards me and roughly grabbed my arm. “What the hell are you doing in here?!" He barked angrily as I looked startled at him. A surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins as the suddenness of his anger jolted me, leaving me wide-eyed and startled in his presence. My heart responded with a rapid and thunderous beat, making its presence known against my chest.“Hold your breath, Killian... your wife was keeping me company," Rachel smiled through her tears. His gaze softened when he saw Rachel wipe the tears from her face. "Are you alright?" "What would happen to me, huh?” Rachel smiled gently patting his hand tightly grasping my bicep as I felt the sting. "I like talking to your wife. She's a good listener." "She’s a good screamer too," Killian scoffed eyeing me up. I swallowed hard as his grip over my bicep losened, my eyes snapped at Rachel as she chuckled. A smal

I could feel Jude rubbing the back of my hand as she helped me out. The open garden and fresh air provided me with a false sense of security. Even though it was just for a second. The green garden was devoid of any flowers, just a small patio that seemed unused and cold. Just like my heart. My jaw clenched as I struggled to get familiarised with the harsh reality. Now it all made sense to me. From the moment I encountered them they knew who I was. Lawrence Williams. Geroge. My father. It was all a web. Web of betrayal and lies. Strangely the guilt I felt for Lawrence and Geroge subsided. The ache was gone. I admit their deaths were brutal, but what they did to Anya was more cruel. How much pain she must be in? My soul shuddered even thinking about that. Looking up at the cloudless sky, I tried to come to terms with my situation at hand. Even though I knew it was my father who was the real culprit, that did not justify what my tormentors were doing to me. This path could have been di

“Ralph…” I let out a sharp breath as Ralph pulled me up. Ralph’s eyes were dark, watching me with hunger and intrigue.“Let me feel you, topolìno. I’ve waited long for you, now that I have you, I am not going to let you go. You can fight if you want, but we both know it won’t do any good.” I swallowed hard processing his words. All the right left my body, focusing solely on his hands on my body. Whether it was guilt or my own desires, I felt strange sensations coursing through my being. It was both pleasant and terrifying. His lids lowered, his gaze growing intent as I gazed up at him. There was thick tension between us. Raw and pure guilt ate me. “I heard about Anya and Killian’s mother.” Ralph stiffened and flinched every so slightly that I might just have imagined it. “I’m sorry. I’m really, truly sorry. I know nothing can take away that kind of pain, and I’m so sorry about that. I—” I stopped and swallowed thickly. “I know what it’s like to lose the people closest to you. I kno

ALEXEI’S POVShe was different. When Rara joined us for Dinner, her demeanor changed so suddenly it was as if someone flipped a switch, turning on a different personality. In my twenty-nine years of life, I hadn’t imagine seeing her in the kitchen, let alone cooking.“What are you doing here?” I asked leaning against the wall, she must hadn’t noticed me descending the stairs cause as my voice fell upon her ears, she jumped startled like a jumpy mouse. The spatula slipped through her dainty fingers. My little angel looked flustered. My eyes slowly raked down her body taking in her seductive curves. She was wearing one of the dresses Killian got for her—light green and lacey. Something I imagine ripping off of her after dinner. An amused smirk teased the corner of my lips at the sight of hickeys all over her swan-like neck. Her hair flowing down her waist, resting just above the curve of her hips making my palms itch to wrap them around my fist as I pound into her from behind.She was i

As I woke up, I felt a rather unique blend of emotions that seemed to simultaneously bring both peace and unease, an intriguing concoction of solace and malaise. It was an entirely unexpected feeling that caught me off guard, leaving me pondering over its origins for a solid minute before the reason behind it finally clicked in my mind.Alexei.The bedside was cold as the coldness seeped through me while I tossed on my side glancing out the window. The weather was nice today, no more chilling breeze but there was a sweet intoxication in the breeze—tangerine and bittersweet.It felt surreal, like a dream I was waking up from. I couldn’t believe I came on to him like that, and then what followed... Groaning, I rolled over onto my side and swung my legs off the bed. I was surprised when I found myself in one of Alexei’s shirts with no soreness between my legs. It was like I subconsciously wanted Alexei to make love to me last night.No. I shoved away the horrifying thought. I did not wa