Todos los capítulos de SORRY, NOT YOURS ANYMORE : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Melissa"Dean, you've gotten the promo_" my words died in my throat at the sight before me. I blinked in confusion, wondering whether I was hallucinating, but the vision remained the same. The horrifying vision of my sister and my husband tangled up together in my marital bed. "What the hell is going on here!" I screamed. They didn't even bother jumping apart and showing shock. Instead they took their time pulling away from the kiss, and finally faced me with irritated glares. "What are you doing here?" Dean asked, eyebrows pulled low in annoyance. "W-what am I doing here?" I echoed, feeling like there wasn't enough oxygen in the room, "This is my house." My sister Ellen snorted, "last time I checked, your name isn't on the deed." "Shut up!" I roared at her. "Don't you dare speak to her like that." My husband spat, anger rolling off him. "I don't understand, what's going on?" There was no way it was really what i thought, no way that my husband and my cruel sister were actua

Melissa. "Mrs. Melissa Fitzpatrick." I muttered under my breath. I stared at the ring on my finger, still in shock from everything that had happened in the past few hours. I couldn't believe I'd gone from married to divorced to married again in the span of a day. My life was really one big mess. "We're here," my new husband said from my side. I glanced up, only just realizing that the car had pulled to a stop. I'd barely had time to sign the five year marriage contract and redo my mascara before Logan had dragged me to his car and informed me that we had somewhere to be. "Oh wow," I exclaimed as I stepped down from the car and stared at the magnificent building before me. "Come on," he said impatiently, heading for the stairs leading up to the large front doors. Inside the building was just as perfect as the outside, with glittering chandeliers, dark green curtains, and thick rugs, expensive paintings and pottery. I trailed after Logan, too distracted to take note of the voices

Melissa I opened my mouth to protest but the cocky son of a bitch didn't wait, he walked out on me.I turned to Grace and she looked at me apologetically, guilty for listening to my conversation.“Let's go!” I barked at her and stalked away towards the parking lot. She followed me and we got into car, leaving the scene behind us. My whole body was still shaking from anger and my nerves felt like they were about to break. My fists clenched tightly against my dress and from time to time I could feel Grace’s eyes on me.Once I had gotten home, I hurried down hoping to make it to my room but instead I came face to face with him.Richard Bentley, my grandfather. His aura reeked of old money, a mixture of power and entitlement. He stood tall and straight in front of the glass door that led to my balcony, his dark grey two piece perfectly fitted and looking sharp even when he didn’t put effort into it. “Melissa” His voice cut through the silence like a whip crack. His aura flickered arou

Melissa“He is not breathing, he is not moving!” I screamed at Logan in the middle of my panic attack. “Get yourself together. He was going to hurt you” his voice held no remorse, as usual, it always sounded as if that were the only thing he cared about. “What do we do?” This wasn't what I expected! The last thing I wanted was to be caught in a scandal. Not now, Richard was going to kill me.Logan brought out his phone and I could tell he was dialing a number “You should go. I will handle it” Logan said and before I could even protest he shoved my keys into my hands.“Go” He repeated. His tone held finality and without any protest, I opened the door, slammed it shut, got into my car, and drove home without looking back. My hands were shaking as I held onto the wheels. My whole body shook and my eyes were glued to the road in front of me “Don’t look back. You can’t afford it” I reminded myself repeatedly over and over again while praying that this wouldn’t be the end of me. And if eve

Melissa“What are you doing? Why are you following me, you said one week and it has barely been 24 hours since I left your office” I growled at the man in front of me.“One week for you to decide. I can go do the rest” he replied. “But I don't think you'll be having much fun on your own. Besides, l am only here to see my father in law” He added with a smirk. “The rest is all up to you. You have my number if you change your mind” Fear. I was terrified. Not just because he knew so much about me that even my family didn’t know. But also because I didn't have a say in this.“Please, Logan…” I whispered as I looked around for someplace safe and away from him. “Act neutral and lead the way” he replied. I could feel his eyes burning into me as I moved forward trying not to think about what would happen if Richard came out of nowhere. The thought of having to explain myself made my stomach churn. So instead, I tried to focus my attention on anything else. He followed me closely as I led