Lahat ng Kabanata ng illegal Wife by Accident: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

"Where are we going?" I asked Dax, as he drove like a maniac down the road in a sports car that I had no idea where it had come from. I watched in the rearview mirror, looking to see if anyone was following us or any sign that would tell me why his behavior. The hard face he had, the pressure of his hands on the steering wheel and the tense atmosphere, worried me.I was afraid we were going to hit a car at this speed, starting when we had fled from the hospital, having seen him fight hand-to-hand with other men. He was right; he possessed impressive and very disconcerting strength, as he left the men unconscious and full of blood. He had to carry me out, as the blood was making me weak and if it wasn't for the woman who worked for them, we wouldn't have made it out without a bullet wound. I panicked as I felt the vibration of a cell phone in my pocket and realized it was the cell phone Maddox had sent me; it was just him calling. "It's Maddox," I announced to Dax and he took the c

[ Later in the future ] - Omniscient Narrator - The screams of pain and agony echoed through the room, like an echo in an empty room, repetitive and sharp; a non-musical melody that could satisfy the most perverse and hallucinated ears; a mixture of pleasure and ecstasy, like a harmful drug. The dance that the four-walled space perceived, was being adorned by the dark color and pungent odor of living blood, flowing like water fountain from the jugular. How damaged could a human being be to lose sensitivity to another human being? What level of dementia was needed to work as a serial killer? What punishments did he have to receive to lose his sanity? Was there a choice? Was there such power, in a world full of leaders and slaves? How many lives did it take to get his hands on to stop, or was there no return from that abyss? Her slender fingers wrapped around Dax's neck, her gaze furtive and charged with emotions that could not be recognized by the mind; she seemed into

My heart began to beat wildly, as I watched in terror as Dax changed without a care in the world and Draven was already on his way up the stairs. In a few short seconds, I fixed myself and cleaned up where the sample of what I shouldn't have done on the couch was left; they were moments of great terror, which a man like Dax did not perceive, since in his mind there was no remorse and he was not afraid to face anyone who crossed him. He hid behind the front door as if that was the solution and he signaled me to be quiet, breathe and sit down, as if nothing had happened. His look was calm, as if he was prepared for any action and I feared I was endangering Draven. The door opened cutting my breath for a second and the small lamp next to the door lit up, it was a minimal presence, but it was enough to let my presence be noticed and he was surprised for a second. "God, Amy, you scared me," he said, setting things down on the couch, "Honey, are you okay, you look strange. After wha

I felt like I was on a roller coaster, dizzy before the emotions that hit my abdomen with force and how lost my conscience was, before the turmoil of my life and the eyes of different color that accompanied me that same night; the cause of my hormonal desperation, as if the law of male pheromones had been injected into my skin as soon as he his hands surrounded my existence.Learning to reason clearly probably had to be some of my worst flaws in the view of my captors, yet I had not had to be forced to pretend to live ever and that was what I had to do to keep my heart beating.What was wrong with my mind to hide my suffering and replace it with the burning fire that melted me from within?His hands squeezed the black leather steering wheel, swelling the veins and exposing the tension of his muscles, like an image no woman would want to miss. While his bushy, dark eyebrows pressed against his eyelids, invading the small space with a clear sign that he was not in the mood and that a sim

The constant sound of the jet's engine became a distant hum as the plane ascended into the darkness of the night. I didn’t care about the noise or the movement of the air. Everything seemed irrelevant, as if time had stopped existing. I was caught between fear and curiosity, between the decisions I had made and the ones I still couldn’t understand.I looked out the window, watching the lights of Rome fade quickly into the distance. Everything I knew, everything that had once been familiar, was disappearing as we flew higher. What was I really doing? Where were they taking me? The question hammered in my mind over and over, but the answer was always the same: I had no idea.Beside me, Maddox sat motionless in his seat, staring out at the horizon. It wasn’t a look of love or concern. It was a cold, calculating look that always made me feel small and insignificant. He didn’t look at me like a woman; he looked at me like another piece on his chessboard. And I was well aware of that. Someho