บททั้งหมดของ A Bride For Killian Bandini: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 18

**Killian** “Your wife really messed her up," Caleb said as he tied the maid who attacked Evelyn to the chair. She was bloodied and I'd asked the guards to stitch her wound up as painfully as they could. I was sure she had an infection already. “What else would you expect from the Evelyn Karamazov?" I replied feeling a tiny twinge of pride. Most men in the mafia wanted trophy wives. I did too. But it was always nice to have the assurance that your wife could take care of herself without depending on you everytime. “She's beginning to wake up," Caleb informed, stepping back. I nodded as I picked up a bucket of ice cold water and poured it all over her. Immediately, she screamed and shivered awake. “Where am I?" She asked, trying to open her eyes. They were a bit swollen and looked very painful. Good. “At the border. We're angels and we'll be asking a few questions then finally torture you to where you really belong," I said, giving her a wide smile. I turned around and picked up a

**Evelyn**Just like Killian said, some maids had come into the room with a rack of clothes and a makeup artist accompanying them. I glared at them as they set up their things and began racking through dresses for me. I wasn't one that liked being controlled. And I sure as fuck did not like compromising. Killian was stepping on all ten of my toes and he knew it. I released a deep breath as my phone vibrated in my pocket and I picked it up to see another email from the anonymous person.'Go to the party. There is a package waiting for you there. From now on, we work together. I want to take Killian down too and we can succeed but only if we work together.’ I read it hurriedly as my fingers tightened around the phone screen. I raised my head up to ensure none of them had seen the email and then I cleared my throat.“Let me see my options," I said, turning to the maids standing beside the clothing rack. They both looked at each other with wide eyes. I chuckled, knowing they expected a f

**Evelyn** Killian barged into the bathroom just as Luca jumped through the window. His eyes scanned the entire bathroom before turning to me and I could see the anger he barely managed to contain. His guards were still checking the bathroom stalls while Killian and I were engaged in a staring contest. A bead of sweat travelled down on my face and onto my chest before finally disappearing into my bra. I was nervous. If Killian found out about Luca and the phone or that I knew he had killed my mother— "Who was in here?” He asked finally, cutting me off from my thoughts. "What? Nobody was in here,” I replied. One thing I'd learned at a very early age was how to tell lies without giving anything away or having any telltale signs that I was lying. Killian's eyes narrowed as he stalked closer to me. He stopped just in front of me and let his eyes roam over me before stopping at my eyes. “Are you lying?" He asked again. Scoffing, I answer, “what reason do I have to lie?" Killian nodde

**Evelyn** It grated my nerves. Killian, I mean. And his overbearing and commanding ways. Silly of him to think he could boss me around and I would listen. Even the Bratva couldn't put a leash on me, what makes him think he'd be any different? I sipped my coffee gently as my mind went over his words last night. The fire in his eyes, the poison in his words, I hated him. I heard the sound of shoes hitting the ground and turned around and was instantly met with the sight of Killian. He was shirtless and was wearing gray sweatpants. He looked visibly tired, almost as though he hadn't gotten any sleep last night. Good. I hope id haunted his dreams the way he did mine. Looking him over, I gulped and felt my cheeks burn when my eyes landed on his crotch. I remember how it felt against me last night, I remembered the feel of his hands on me, God, I remembered his touch, his body— I wanted it. I quickly turned away from his and focused back on the food in front of me. Killian was my enemy,