Semua Bab The Contracted Alliance; Accidental Marriage : Bab 1 - Bab 10

LEENA'S POVI struggled in his grip until I could not take it any longer. I had to scream."Let me go, Zack! Jeez!" I said aloud. I saw Kara's eyes glint with amusement. I looked into his eyes with a look of horror, and a smirk flashed across his lips. He was satisfied with the idea of making my life miserable."Are you ready darling?" He asked me coldly. I felt shivers run through my body as he spoke, yet, I was not going to let him have the last laugh. If he wanted to be less than a human being to me, I was going to show him how animals behaved.I straightened up and smoothened my hair back with my palm. My wrist hurt terribly where he had gripped me. I turned to find Kara smiling but when she discovered my eyes were on her, she immediately feigned innocence, and pretended she was not exhilarated by what was happening to me.Without a second glance at Zack, I picked up my purse and headed for the door. My Father and the rest had already gone ahead of us to the court venue.I was not

LEENA'S POVZack's words rang out in my ears through out the rest of the occasion. I had not expected anything less from him. I knew that this relationship was going to be my torture.Yet, I did not know exactly how far he was willing to go to make life miserable for me. I pretended as much as o could through out the reception dinner.I was the perfect bride, wearing fake smiles and being courteous towards everyone. All the while I walked about, my eyes twitched. I knew something was wrong somehow. It was obvious that I was either going to be embarrassed by Zack, or perhaps something a bit more intense was going to happen. But that was fine, I am Leena Davis, and standing strong in the face of difficulties is my greatest strength."Leena! Wow, finally, you and Zack got married. Isn't that nice? I mean from the way you used to leech all over him back in school, it was obvious to everyone that you just wanted him for yourself. I guess you can never be too wrong about a desperate woman.

The room became frigid.I gazed, astonished, at the man who had just intruded. His presence was captivating, featuring a tall, broad-shouldered man in a costly black suit, his hair swept back perfectly, his dark eyes igniting with intense rage.The defined contours of his jaw clenched as he marched angrily to the bed, disregarding Zack completely.My spouse! the outsider echoed, his voice booming like thunder, rattling the walls.Zack reacted instinctively, positioning himself between us like a guard dog, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.Who on earth are you? Zack yelped.The man merely grinned a perilous, deliberate grin that failed to fully reflect in his eyes.He took out a smooth black wallet and showed something to Zack too fast for me to see.Eric Winters. Lawyer... and spouse, he stated, stressing the final word as his gaze fixed on me.I closed and opened my eyes. Spouse? What was he discussing?I attempted to sit up, bewilderment overwhelming my already tired mind.You’re wro

Leena's POVThe subsequent days were a peculiar haze of recovery and discomfort.Eric allowed me more space than I anticipated.He didn’t push for conversations, didn’t intrude on my quietness.He just existed close by, a calm, consistent presence that never demanded more than I was prepared to offer.I appreciated that.I roamed his penthouse, getting to know its vast spaces and glass walls that offered a stunning vista of the city skyline.It seemed almost excessively lavish, too pristine, as if entering a realm where the disorder of my history could not touch me.Yet beneath the surface, I understood more.My history had not finished with me yet.Every night, as I nestled under the fresh sheets, I anticipated the nightmares to arrive, and they did.Zack's laughter lingered in my dreams, his voice curving into the shadowy areas of my mind, reminding me that liberty was delicate.That tranquility was a misconception.On the third night, I awakened with a scream.The covers twisted ar

Leena's POVThe city appeared distinct after dark. Chillier. More ruthless. The headlights pierced the fog while Eric's dark SUV raced along the empty road. I sat next to him in the backseat, holding onto the edge of the leather seat with one hand, while my other hand clutched my small duffel bag as if it were a lifeline.The atmosphere was filled with tension. Max was at the wheel, his gaze darting frequently between the road and the rearview mirror. Eric sat next to me, quiet, yet the tense line of his jaw expressed all that his words did not.We were jogging. Once more.Zack was narrowing the gap."Eric, he has submitted police reports," I murmured, gazing at the shadowy shapes of buildings beyond. "They believe you are a criminal." "What occurs if they trust him?"He faced me, speaking softly. "Then I will cease to play clean."His fingers grazed against mine, steady and comforting."However… what makes them trust him more than you?""Since Zack Cain is an expert at manipulation,"