Lahat ng Kabanata ng DEAR STRANGER, MARRY ME AGAIN: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

IANI watch as my wife grabs my aunt’s wrist midair, stopping the slap she thought she could land on me.Not that I was going to let it reach my cheek.But I can’t help the smile I’m fighting off when I see Sloane, in oversized scrubs and white sneakers, standing there like a goddamn queen threatening the most feared woman in my family.My aunt, Dr. Mei Quinn, who refused to take her husband's name when she got married since it apparently doesn't hold enough power, doesn’t scare easily.Hell, she doesn’t flinch. Not at bullets, blood, or billion-dollar lawsuits. She is a selfish greedy bitch who will do anything to have everything under her name. Except, I'm her hindrance and it makes her so angry.There’s a twitch in her jaw as she tries to yank her wrist from Sloane’s grip without looking weak.Sloane doesn’t budge.Her hand stays firm, steady and her expression doesn’t crack.And fuck, it’s so hot I almost forget what's happening so I can take her right against my wall.Sloane final

SLOANE I head toward room six, ignoring the burn of Lian’s glare on my back. The hallway is quieter on this end, the fluorescent lights buzzing faintly overhead. When I push the door open, I’m greeted by a nurse organizing supplies and a woman in a lab coat tapping something into a tablet. She has short black hair with silver strands showing her age. Her face is fixed in a concentrating gaze, and I hesitate stepping in.Attached to her lab coat is an ID with the name Dr. Grant Mariana.Dr. Grant doesn’t look up right away.“Hi Dr.Grant. I was told to-”“Take that cart,” she cuts me off, still typing. “We’re short on meds for the east unit. The kids in 6B need fresh IVs, pain meds, and saline. You’ll find the med room down that hall, past the red door.”“But I have no-”“Qualifications. Yes, I heard. But you're here to help, and since you're now working in the hospital, I trust you can pick up a few medications. No?”“Ahh..yes..I guess so.”It's not like I'm administering them.“Good

IANI watch as my phone goes off with card expenses.Pushing my glasses back, I pick up my phone and notice it's a purchase of a crazy amount of Cotton and other stuff.A smile stretches my lips as I lean back against my chair. It's been a month since I started bringing her to work so I can protect her. I could have left bodyguards for her and let her do what she wants but the fuckers have let her get Kidnapped twice. I changed my entire staff leaving only Mable and Anderson. I would have fired him too but she is too used to him. So I let him off with a final warning. She's been spending my money trying to find solutions to the tasks given to her. Though I must say, I'm pretty impressed with how quick she's gotten a hang of things. She's able to run errands and help without much trouble. Which is a thorn on my side because it means I won't get lapdances for being her Savior.The door opens and she walks in with Rocco and Kade following behind with a number of shopping bags.“You ca

SLOANE I fumble with my purse, my fingers trembling as I dig out the keycard. It takes me three tries to swipe it properly because the damn thing keeps beeping red like it's mocking me.“Come on, come on…” I hiss.Finally, the light turns green, and I shove the door open.A wall of smoke hits me so hard, I stumble back, coughing violently as my eyes immediately begin to burn.Tears roll down my face faster than I can blink them away, and a thick, acrid stench fills my nostrils.“Ian?” I call.Nothing. Just the relentless blare of the alarm and the suffocating swirl of smoke.“Ian!”I cover my mouth with my hand and push through, blinking rapidly. Talk about a wardrobe malfunction. I should have worn a long sleeved shirt.The whole suite is dark and hazy. I make it past a knocked-over chair, a shattered glass on the floor, when I stumble and fall.What the-Lying on the floor by the bed, with a pale face and a dark stain blooming across the front of his shirt, is my husband.“No,” I

IAN“I wasn’t in the mood,” Luca says, polishing his gun with a stupid smirk on his lips, “but this? I can’t say no to.”I roll my eyes. “You’re always in the mood for violence, Luca.”He chuckles. “Touché. I knew you were the smart one, Quinn.”Anderson finally traced the ones who took my wife the day after the wedding. Some lowlife bastard named Madoxx. Apparently, he's a gang leader and has some following. One I intend to burn to the fucking ground.“So,” Luca says, casually cocking the gun, “how far do you want us to go? I’m fine with killing the fuckers for you.”I take a long drag from my cigarette, the smoke coiling around my face. I'm trying to keep my emotions that are about to blow up in check, but ever since Sloane started treating this like a game, my patience has thinned to nothing.“Arresting them is useless,” I mutter. “They’ll bribe their way out and come back stronger. I want them dead. All of them. And when they’re gone burn every building they’ve ever breathed in. Bu