"Before I touch you, I need to know where we stand, Bella. I won't touch someone I have no right over." Silas said when he put me down on the bed, placing his hands beside me, leaning down. His gaze was serious, but when he cupped my face, gently rubbed my cheeks, his touch was as gentle as the feather. Sometimes Silas spoke so much without even speaking. When his hold was was firm, something about his hold was comforting, and not controlling. Even when his eyes held storm enough to destroy someone, his touch when he held me, his touch when he kissed me, was so gentle, so soft that it always left me in daze. "You know, Silas, when I moved states, I wanted to date someone. I wanted to forget you. But I couldn't. I couldn't let anyone near me. Even when we were not together, looking at other men left like betrayal to me." I said, laughing at how absurd I was. So madly in love with Silas. "But I am scared, Silas. I don't want to go through that phase again. I know your profession incl

I woke up in Silas' arms. I don't know when I slept last night. I remember him washing me, and then bringing me back to his room. And after that everything is blur. I remember him pulling me in his arms, gently stroking my back. I remember his lips kissing my forehead, cheeks many times until sleep overcame me. I was in a silk robe. Red silk robe. But he was naked. Naked and asleep. My eyes couldn't stop themselves from appreciating how beautiful he was. Even while sleeping he looked so beautiful. He looked so serene. His eyelashes were touching the skin under his eyes. His body was spooning me, his arms were around my waist. The strands of his dark locks were falling on his forehead. I moved forward to stroke his cheeks. They were soft, tender to touch. And a smile formed on my face when his skin made my fingertips tingle. My eyes fell on the red marks on his chest. His shoulders were bearing the marks of assault my fingers and fingernails bestowed on him. They looked painful to t

"My sweet Bella, I missed you so much." I froze when I saw Ethan in front of me, smiling sweetly at me. The scars on his face were now faint, but still visible on his face. I felt my gut twisting seeing the sickening sweet smile on his face. "What are you doing here, Ethan?" I asked him, trying my best to keep my voice strong. His eyes twinkled as he scanned me, from head to toe, making me feel disgusted under his gaze. He took a step forward, and I immediately pushed the table between us. It fell down, making him stop on his steps."Are you scared, Bella? You shouldn't be scared of your future husband, sweetheart. Even though I am angry about you running away from me, and then kissing another man in front of me, I am ready to forget it all. Just for you. I promise, I will forgive you for everything." Ethan said, kicking the table away, making me swallow harshly. I turned my attention towards my father who was standing there, witnessing everything. Anger surged inside me, and my eye

Silas gently wiped my cut clean. The silence between us didn't made me feel good. Not good at all. I could see anger in his eyes. His taut muscles was screaming of the rage he was trying to keep at bay. The coat he draped around me while I fell asleep on him was still snuggling to my shivering frame. I bit my lips when he pressed the band-aid firmly before pulling himself back. "Are you hurt anywhere else?" He asked me gently, and I shook my head. My back was aching. Ethan had slammed me against the hall pretty harshly. "I am fine. How did you find me?" I asked him softly, and he let out a sigh, grabbing me by my arm and turned me around. I opened my mouth to tell him I was really fine but he silenced me by removing the coat from my body and rolling up my shirt, making me flush. I saw his eyes darkening when they fell on my back. I knew he slammed me pretty harshly, I know his man dragged me around and pushed me on the floor cruelly, but I had no idea Silas' eyes would flash so dan

Silas povEven after I was done with him, Ethan had no ounce of regret or fear in his eyes. If anything, he was looking at me with a smile. A smile that was mocking me, telling me how I failed to induce fear inside him. I wanted to beat him more, I wanted to beat him until his body couldn't take it, but I wouldn't have seen fear in his eyes. He was about to pass out from the pain. Martin pulled me back when I was about to lose my control. "Control yourself, Silas. You'll kill him." Martin hissed at me, and I closed my eyes to calm myself down. True, I needed to control myself. I can't kill him now. I won't kill him until he regrets everything he did to my Bella. I won't kill him until he begs on his knees for mercy. "Call the doctor. Make sure they treat them. I need them fine to deal with them again. I will make sure they regret everything. Every fucking thing, Martin." I said, and Martin nodded his head, looking at Ethan and Peter. "Don't worry, they will recover beautifully to b