Collide のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Finishing his wine, he placed the glass on the table. They would kill her If somehow they knew who she was. She wasn't concerned that she ran away from her wedding after the ceremony. She slid her hand over the pocket of her jeans. She could see the mounts of diamonds. Three diamonds together are a symbol of love. She felt a push from behind. She stumbled back. She glanced over her shoulder. Two men strode into the room. Her eyes were only on their guns. They were not bulky but muscular. Somehow, she reached the container that her family confiscated. They wanted to capture Arturo red-handed. She was thinking of disarming them. Orlando had trained her to disarm an opponent. She had gambled her life a lot. The girls pushed themselves away from the point of the gun. "F*** me, baby!" The second man nudged the barrel of his gun in her hair. She was struggling to get free from his hold. "Boss would kill you. Th

Anger coursed through him. His hand shot to the gun in his waistband. He put the gun on his forehead. His gaze remained on his wife as she fell back against the couch head. "Sleeping pill." Orlando picked her up, not bothered by the pointed gun at him. His gaze was hard on him. "Don't..." His mouth tightened. "I'll kill you if you... " Xander cut him off. "You'd be dead now if you weren't her brother." He seethed, running his hand through his hair, his knuckles turned white grasping the gun tight. "Sara will stay with her in the room." Alberto said, walking into the room. "You both. Are f***** crazy!" He snarled again. "She's my wife." "Listen up!" Alberto was on his face in a blink. "She has gone through depression before. This situation was close to that. Particularly, your barbarism, ruthlessness." His eyes narrowed on him wanting him to explain. "Nothing is for you to know." Orlando snapped,

She opened her eyes in confusion. After batting her lashes several times, she recalled what he did. Her lips tightened, and her gaze turned angry. She drifted her gaze to the other side of the seat. He was still sitting calmly, his one leg was resting over his thigh. His look was one of the lethal kings who was resting. "How dare you..." Her words were cut off when the driver pulled over the limousine. His hands shot forward and he grasped his hands around her upper arms. Her eyes widened, seeing him reacting agilely. She saw a glimpse of worry and it vanished when he evilly smiled. "See, it was easy. You didn't try to run." He said with a smug smile. "Stay in your limits…" She clamped her mouth shut before completing, she realized that she had crossed the line. He would never endure such s*** from anyone nor from his wife too. His cheerful features turned cold, his lips fattened as he glared at her. He drew his face an inch

She wasn't counting on him to arrange everything for the reception. She was expecting only a dress but not a hair stylist, makeup artist, and designer. These personalities were popular and could be seen on the screen of television. She wanted to wear a white dress. She knew he had put the golden one above all. He wanted her to choose this one. She did not want to upset him when he had challenged her to end up in his arms or at a splendid party. She was going to pretend to be a perfect happy wife. She began to pace in the room, waiting for him to come and escort her to the party. She was getting impatient to see her family. Her skin was crawling. She wanted to change into something more simple. Her feet halted when she saw a figure through the corners of her eyes walking in. She spun. Her heart skipped a beat. He was looking jaw-droppingly handsome, over six feet tall, and his coal-black suit was fitting him perfectly. His icy blue eyes darted

She was looking more tired than usual. Her smile was permanent on her face as she kept peering out. "Your family cares for you," She heard. A shiver ran down her spine. She was grateful that the door was wide open and she could run if she needed to. "Yes, that's why I'm here." She said, heaving. She felt a shadow falling over her. She looked up. His gaze was fixed down at her, "Carlo is like a family. He could be rude. Don't take anything personally." His gaze darted out of the window. She glanced up at him, hoping to find him in anger. But nothing, blank expression, the softness in his eyes pushed her to relax. His head snapped down at her. One side of his lips twitched up. The calmness puffed, she held the need to swallow, tightening her jaw. "Your wedding dress." His hand motioned at the bed. Her head swiped, staring at the big paper bag. She shot on her feet recalling his words in her mind. "Not happening. Keep dre