Semua Bab The Preacher’s Daughter: Stolen By The Enemy: Bab 41 - Bab 47

{Ace}Faith and Jerry turn in my direction at the same time. Their eyes follow me as I leave the railing to the top of the stairs.Jerry speaks first. “You can't be serious?” “But…but they are here to cause trouble,” Faith follows.Fear is written all over her face. She trembles slightly, wrapping her duvet tighter. Today is supposed to be perfect. I want it to be perfect. But I can't do that without getting rid of her stepmother and Matthew.Even if I order my men to throw them far away from my territory, they will just come right back. Or even ambush her in school again. I can't be with her 24/7, so I might as well confront them now. For starters, that is.“Don’t worry, Princess…” I walk down the stairs. “They will not lay a finger on you. I am here.”She stares at me. “Don’t you trust me?” I stand next to her.She finally blinks. “I do.”The scared expression on her face dissolves. My heart sings at the sight of her beautiful trusting smile.Turning to Jerry, “You heard the lady

{Faith}The phone knocks off the lamp on the nightstand before clattering to the floor. The screen cracks immediately.“Hey!” I pick up the phone.Kourtney slowly turns. “Oops!”Something snaps in my head when I see her nonchalant smile. This is a brand new iPhone 16. I haven't even used it for up to three months, now it’s ruined.“Look at what you did!”“Oops!”The urge to give her annoying face a web-like scratch—similar to the one on my phone screen—charges me. “Oops? That’s all you can say?”“What else do you expect me to say? Sorry?”“You had no business snooping through my phone! Hell, you had no business being here!”“Oh, please. It’s not snooping.”“What is it then? This room and this phone are mine! You had no right coming in here!”“Shut it!” she snarls. “I am not the cause of your misfortune so don’t take it out on me, okay?”My lashes flutter like crazy.“What in the world are you talking about?”She kicks the lamp on the floor. Circling me, she twirls a loc of her hair.

{Faith}A new week arrives and I still feel very shitty. That moment keeps repeating in my head and my dreams. In each dream, Kourtney has different minions. Odette. Matthew. And even Ace.No matter what I say, the outcome is the same. I am the guilty one.“Stop thinking about it, Faith. You have a test to ace this morning.”I stand in front of the dressing mirror. Putting my hair in a ponytail, I half-wish the hair band would grip my wandering thoughts too.I wrap a scarf over the collar on my neck and head out just before 7:15. Susan hands me a bag of sandwich at the door.“Thanks, Suz.”Her eyes lit up at her new nickname. She signs. [I like it.]“I knew you would.” I head through the door. “Catch you later.”Her eyes follow me as I make my way to Jerry’s car.“Here.”The moment I get in, he tosses a box on my lap.“What’s this?”Jerry giggles. “A box of cocaine.”I roll my eyes. There he goes again with the sarcasm. Of course, I know what this is. What I don't understand is why.I

{Faith}My jaw goes slack. I blink, shaking my head. “W-what did you just say?”Barrister Thomas points at Ace. “You can marry him.”“No, I can not!” Ace sits relaxed on the couch. A smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he looks at the lawyer.Why isn't he saying anything? This isn't remotely funny, so why is he smiling!Ace shrugs. “I guess we can do that.”“Are you crazy? We can't get married.”“Why, Princess?”“Because…because…”As the tabs in my head begin to close at a rapid pace, I remember what Allison said when I first announced my engagement and upcoming wedding to Matthew.“I am never getting married. Marriage is a cage. And that beautiful ring you have on is a shackle.”At the time, I blew it off. But now, I am beginning to see reasons with her. I barely escaped marrying the wrong guy. The dust hasn't even settled on my annulment certificate.How can I marry someone else so soon? And not just any man. Ace—the man who made me his sex slave.“Because it is barbaric! Unacc