Semua Bab Beyond The Veil : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Chapter 1 — Sister-zilla“What does she mean by she cannot do this anymore?” Benedict Jones growled, sweat on his brow as he faced his wife Dorothea Hudges Jones who looked even more nervous than him.“I don't know! How was I to know she would run away on the day of her wedding?” She exclaimed.A guard rushed in dressed in a secret service type of way and gave a slight nod to Benedict.“Mr Jones, we found footage from the cameras in the garage. Ms Jones left in her vehicle and on her own accord. Seems she was prepared to.”Dorothea blanched, gripping her fancy dress a little tighter as she asked, “What do you mean?”“Miss Jones escaped the premises with two duffel bags in tow, ma'am.”Benedict found a chair and sat on it leaning back and clutching his chest. “Penny. Penny. How could you do this to me?” He muttered. Dorothea rushed to his side patting his back gently before nodding at the guard.Silence reigned in the room for a few minutes after the door shut behind him. Dorothea watc

Chapter 3— Back To Her Past Just like Kallista hated her life now. The acrid stench of smoke clung to Kallista’s clothes as she stood in front of the Jones’ family home. It hadn’t changed much in the years since she’d last been here. The blue shutters still framed the windows perfectly, the flower boxes still had the vibrant red and white flowers, and the house itself still seemed to radiate the warmth she had once craved but never felt.She stared at the door for a moment, her throat tightening. She hadn’t lived at her mother’s house in years—not since she turned eighteen. But with her life in shambles and nowhere else to go, what choice did she have?Her fingers trembled as she knocked. No turning back now.The door opened faster than expected, and there stood Dorothea Hudges Jones, her mother. Her dark hair was swept into a low bun, and her apron was dusted with flour. The perfect mother. The perfect housewife. At first glance, Kallista almost felt like a child again, coming home

Chapter 5— Family, Oh Family.Dinner was already far gone when Kallista descended the staircase again. The hum of conversation and clinking cutlery reached her ears, making her stomach churn with reluctance. She’d spent the last hour trying to will herself to face the people in the dining room—and the man who had put her on her ass, literally.As she stepped into the room, her mother’s gaze immediately landed on her. Dorothea’s smile was full of warning, almost like she wanted to telepathically send Kallista a message as if she knew she was going to bring trouble. Penelope, on the other hand, was all sunshine and cheer, her perfect teeth flashing as she gestured for her to sit in the empty chair across from Jaxon.“Finally,” Penelope said brightly, raising her glass of wine. “We were starting to think you were going to hide upstairs all night.”Kallista forced a tight smile as she slid into the chair. Her eyes flickered to Jaxon, who was seated beside the head of the table, on Benedic

Chapter 7 — To A Cold HusbandKallista swallowed hard as Jaxon’s eyes narrowed in on her.“You,” he growled.The venom in his voice made her stomach churn. She nearly stepped off the altar from the sheer force of it, but the grip her shoes had on the carpet that covered the altar kept her rooted. For the first time in what felt like hours, she remembered to breathe, though it came out in shaky waves.The guests were still clapping, oblivious to the storm brewing between the them. Kallista’s cheeks flushed as she became painfully aware of Jaxon’s hand gripping hers, his fingers digging into her flesh.“You—” He cut himself off, straightening as if reining in whatever anger threatened to spill over. His jaw ticked, and the look in his eyes promised that this wasn’t over.She tried to speak, her lips trembling as the words refused to form, but the officiant stepped in before she could manage even a whisper.“Now, as tradition calls for, the groom may kiss the bride.”Kallista froze.Her h

Chapter 9— From A Groom's Point Of View Jaxon sat in the back seat of the sleek black car, his hands resting on his knees as the driver sped through the city streets. His jaw was clenched so tightly it ached, but the burn of anger in his chest drowned out any discomfort.They really thought they could fool him.His mind replayed the scene at the altar—the way Kallista’s face had gone pale when their eyes met, the flicker of sadness in her wide eyes. She had known exactly what was going on and she played along. Her silence only added fuel to the fire already blazing inside him.Penelope’s family had been bold, he’d give them that. Their desperation to save face was almost impressive. Almost. But they’d miscalculated.He should’ve walked away right then and there. Called off the farce, humiliated them all in front of their glittering audience. But something about Kallista’s expression had stopped him—her trembling lips, the faint glimmer of defiance in her eyes even as she stood frozen