บททั้งหมดของ DEAR STRANGER, MARRY ME AGAIN: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

SLOANE“I'm going to fucking kill him.” My cousin, who I now call my brother because his father, my uncle, adopted me to be his daughter. It's complicated and crazy. Ian is always talking about how crazy his family is. But now that I have my memories back, I now know mine is just as crazy.“Promise me you won't do anything to him. I love him and I've already hurt him enough.” I plead, more tears threatening to spill.“I won't kill him, I'll just break his legs. That's it, Slo, I'm not going to promise anything else. I'm also angry with you, how could you have hidden this from me? You mean to tell me my sister was kidnapped twice and I had no fucking idea?” Fraustration is filled in his voice and I can't help feel a painful stab of guilt to my chest.Why am I everyone's cause of misery?“I asked him to. He did it for me. You would have done the same for Athena, if not more. So please understand what I'm asking you and just send me a car.” Silence meets me for a beat and I almost belie

IAN “GET THE FUCK OFF ME! I NEED TO SEE FOR MYSELF!” I scream at Alex who holds me back and slams his fist into my face so hard my glasses break. But I feel so numb pain doesn't register in any way.“You motherfucker!” He growls. “You killed my sister and now you want to show up here? Get the fuck out!” He shouts in my face, his eyes blood shot red. “Alex-” I hear his father try to calm him but he's all furious and chaos but I'm worse.I'll be fucking damned if I'll let anyone stop me. “Get out of my way. It's the last time I'm asking before I get bloody.” I speak through gritted teeth. “Honey, please.” His wife, Athena touches his hand and it seems she's the only one he listens to because he gets the fuck out of my way and I step into the morgue. My heart is bleeding and my head feels like it will explode any moment as I open the doors with Anderson on my heel. Isabelle and Luca are standing over the body while she cries into Luca's chest. I walk past and before me, is a body b

IANONE WEEK LATER…“Are you sure about this, sir? If you get ink on your skin, you'll never be able to donate blood.” Anderson says as the tattoo artist Luca hooked me up with moves closer.“I've never been more sure of anything in my life.”“Why won't he be able to? After six months or a year, he can do it.” Joe says, but Anderson shakes his head.“Not for him it won't be possible. His doctor advised against it. The black ink, especially, can trigger an allergic reaction he had years ago. If it happens again, which it will, he'll be permanently barred from donating blood.” “Proceed, Joe. I’m not here to save lives,” I mutter. “I’m here to remember the one life I couldn’t save.”Anderson sighs before typing away on his tablet. “Very well then, I'm sure you'll be slightly relieved to know that I found the people who hit Mrs. Quinn’s car.”I drag on my cigarette and release the smoke, watching it form a small cloud. It's been a week since I buried my wife, and I can barely function. T

IAN My father and I have always been close. We always fight but still close all the same. He gave me everything and anything I wanted. I also knew he had a soft spot for me. One I abuse just like he does with me. But no matter how close we were, we always crashed, that's why I've always been biased towards mum. That woman was an angel. Kind and beautiful beyond doubt. When she died, dad and I crashed even more. I always thought it's because we were trying to cope, and we would eventually be fine. That is why I'm shaking with anger as I stand and look at the screen. Everything I've known is being questioned. I feel like a fool that has been played. I want to deny it. To reject what's in front of me because I can't for the life of me believe my own father killed my wife. The woman he knew I loved more than life itself. “What do we do?” Zane asks, “Shit just got complicated.”“We proceed with the plan.” Alex answers from the door. We didn't even hear him walk in. “I don't give a fu

ARIANAOne month later..“What is troubling my beautiful wife?” Eli asks as he walks over to me and places a kiss on my cheek. I'm standing by the window, watching my grandkids run around the field. “I'm worried about Ian. I can't reach him, Eli. I'm so afraid.” I turn to face him. Eli sighs, pulling me towards the living room couch, “Why can't you reach him? Is his phone off? He needs time, you know.”I shake my head.“He burned his father and brother to death, Eli. That's a line a child shouldn't be forced to cross. When I say I can't reach him, I don't mean his phone. I mean him as a person. He is so gone. I'm so afraid of who he will become. He has no drive, no will, and nothing to hold him back. His housekeeper wakes up to either a blood-stained shirt or an empty bottle of whiskey. Then there are these underground fights he has joined my God, he is so lost I have to help him. I just don't know how.” Tears swell my eyes with how much my heart is breaking. “Has Alex tried?” Eli