Semua Bab The Forgotten Bride: Bab 1 - Bab 10

I couldn't sleep. I didn't know how to close my eyes when there was a wounded stranger in my house. So I just curled up in my threadbare armchair and extended my hoodie to reach my legs. With a warm cup of tea in my hand, I watched as the storm peeled away and it looked like it had finally given up. I stole a glance at the man that laid on my futon, he didn't seem to move much. Only his chest seemed to heave with a slow and steady rhythm. At least he was still alive, that was a good thing. Though, his face did not look like one carrying a man full of life. He had bruises all over them, his hands were scraped raw and he looked like a man who had been dragged through hell and then dumped on my doorstep. I had tried to find a way of contacting his people but there was no ID on this man. Just blood, smoke and a beautiful face. When dawn came, I made coffee and unknowingly burned the toast. Looking at the burnt toast, it screamed at me that I was definitely a failure. I cursed under my

After the fake FBI agents left, my eyes were wide open even in the dead of the night when others fell into a deep sleep, I couldn't close my eyes for a split second and neither could Jace. We sat in my dining room, both of us enjoying the deep silence as our backs were against the wall and we could almost feel the adrenaline humming in the space between us. The sound of the firm knock and professional voices still resonated deeply in my ears. Even when Jace had said that they were not FBI agents, my gut chose to believe otherwise but I couldn't do anything about it so I sat with him, frozen, barely breathing till we heard their footsteps fading away. "I am telling you, these people are not agents," Jace whispered to me. "Real agents do not look like that. These ones were sent to kill me, or worse kill us." Yeah, their note made it very obvious and now, all we could do was to hide in plain sight. When morning came, the tension in the room had soften a bit but still, none of us

The harsh drops of rain on my face were nothing compared to the pain I felt in my heart. I almost did not think that I would make it to my house. The pain spread through my entire body, weakening my bones and leaving me with nothing but torture. I tried to get off the ground but the voice of Liam still kept ringing, reminding me of just how useless he thought I was. To him, I had no importance, to him, I was gone, never existed. I forced myself not to cry but somehow the tears still came rushing down, hot, painful and more heartbreaking. It reminded me of just how pathetic I was. I allowed a man come into my life, bring down my defence, get me pregnant and then leave me on the floor in the rain, crying. I was ashamed of how stupid I was. The pain was enough to get me on the feet and just when I thought I was getting stronger, I felt a hand push me back to the ground."Ah!" I groaned in pain as I used my arms to brace the impact of my fall. Immediately, I looked up to see the blonde

Heartbreak, they say, does not kill but in that moment, I felt broken beyond repair and I knew that heartbreak could come close to being a lethal weapon. Tasha did not bother to try again, maybe because she already knew the kind of person I was or maybe because she could sense that I had a lot of misfortune whenever it came to being helped that it would make me come crawling back to her. I tried my best to keep a composed nature but most often than not, it didn't matter to a lot of people. I knew I needed assistance but I had been so embarrassed by the only man I have ever truly loved that it broke me without repair. I waited for a few more minutes, hoping that maybe Tasha would come back and offer another assistance. But she could only be so good once and after I had pushed her away, she didnt bother to wait around and confirm if I had gotten off the ground. It stung but I also knew that I deserved it. I hated self pity, so I wasnt planning on staying in the rain and crying for lo

LIAMFor as long as I can remember, I have always heard people say that the mind will chose to forget what the heart cant handle. That hasnt been the case with me because recently, I have been waking up in cold sweats and every night, my heart keeps racing as if I am running from something or maybe its someone. I touched my head that was banging as I got up from my bed to get a glass of water. Few seconds after waking up, I always remember a few scenes in the dream. I could see fire and I could hear screams. I had no idea where the fire was coming from or from where the screams erupted but it moved like a tsunami in my head and I could not deny its existence. In the middle of all that, I could hear a woman crying and then whispering words that sounded like my name, over and over again. It sounded like a desperate plea, like she was trying to drag me back from hell. I could not place the voice to anyone that I knew but over and over again, it sounded like my soul recongized her. T