She was shocked to hear it from him. Violence wasn't his thing after Sara being part of his life. She knew what was bugging him. She placed her hand on his arm. "He didn't force anything on me, instead of smiling." She told him. His feet halted. Slowly, he turned to face her. His brows were puckered together, confusion could be seen easily, "You can't lie to me. I can ask Sara to check on you." He said. 'He was talking about Sara to check on me for any bruise and mark of hurt.' "You can set it after bath then." She sighed. "He could have done anything when he kidnapped me." She gulped. The world She was born into wasn't good. "I was scared when he told me about the tradition of un… His family." She hesitated. It was always Janette when it was about s*x education. "I wasn't scared of getting... you know..." Trailing off, she shrugged her shoulders. "I didn't want him to find out about my scars, brother." Her gaze cast down, She fidgeted on her fee

Taking couples of deep breaths, she tried to pacify her anger. The wind was cool against her wet cheeks. She was sitting on the plush couch. 'Why did you do this father? I wanted to stay like a free bird. The cage you have sent me into took away my freedom. I was happy. I don't want to be a married woman.' She clenched the knife between her fingers. She wanted to stab him multiple times until he stopped breathing. "Planning to kill me, wife?" His chuckle reached her ears, making her anger worse. Turning, she chucked it at him. He moves aside. It hit the floor. He kicked it, a smile still playing on his lips. "Your mother and sister-in-law want to talk to you." He held out his phone for her. She didn't make any move and averted her gaze out of the window. 'Acting irrationally won’t help me. I have to calm myself. I need to find a way out of here. Father decided it. it's not Mom and Sara's fault.' She cou

Entering, she headed to the gym, "Don't follow me now." She said, glancing over her shoulders. She sighed when they didn't trail behind her. She found herself alone and pulled the hem of her top over her head. She was thankful for the sporty underneath it. She chucked it on the table. She wanted to take out her anger. She began to kick and punch the hanging bag. It was bigger and heavier than the gym in her father's house. Her knuckles were hurting. She could see blood every time she slammed her fist against it. Her legs' muscles were in pain. The sound of her breath was loud to her ears. The sweat was tickling down the sides of her back, neck to spine. Her mind was racing still mulling over his words. She couldn't get her thoughts straight. "Someone is so furious." Adam said, chuckling, leaning against the wall. There was no door attached to the gym. "You can be the punching bag." She thinned her lips, not stopping. "Enough now, Ell

Her feelings were pleasant as she couldn't peel her eyes off his picture. There was no one to notice her so she was careless. 'Are these feelings love? Did brother guess it right? I care about him... but love.... if it's from my side. Xander would never give me anything except his body. He doesn't know what love is. But he loves his brother and cares about his people. The thought of going physical with him sends shivers and warmth inside me.' "Ma'am," Lucky said after rapping his knuckles on the door. "What do you want?" She asked in irritation. She hadn't forgotten a single thing. "Boss is waiting for you." He said. Her brows drew together in confusion. She glanced at the wall. The sun was setting down and it wasn't fully dark. She marched over to the door and pulled it open, keeping a frown on her forehead. "I'm shocked. You have the guts to come in front of me." She paced over to the door, with a neutral expression on

She swallowed thickly against the emotions she felt for her husband. She didn't want to accept that she felt for him. She was determined to stab him before planning consummation. She wanted to give him a scar that would be remembered by him till the happiness and the sorrows of his life. Her emotions grasped her brain and she let herself flow and seeped into the touch of him. She could feel his hands running over her, his kisses leaving a hot trail on her body. She glimpsed over her shoulder. The sound of running water reached her ears. Returning her gaze to the pillow, she bent over it. Her heart was beating loud in her chest. She knew she wasn't doing anything wrong but she knew it was wrong to hurt him in the name of getting intimate, after consummation when he was deep in sleep. She couldn't do it. She wanted to hide it before he saw it. She was worrying about his reaction. She picked it up, her eyes rounded in shock. Her grip tightened on the sheet around