All Chapters of Wrapped in rosary (Book 1 of Holy trinity series) : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

POV - Stella Grace."What are you doing in my room?!" I shrieked, fumbling with the buttons of my gown, my heart hammering against my ribs. I practically tore through my clothes, yanking my hair into a messy bun and covering it with a scarf, my movements jerky with a mix of fear and fury. Once I was somewhat presentable, I glared at him, my voice a low, dangerous growl. "Every single day with you is a test of my sanity! Just leave!"But of course, he didn't budge. He just sauntered past me, the audacity of him, and flopped onto my bed as if he owned the place. "Rough day, sweetheart," he mumbled, already pulling the covers up. "Let me just get some sleep.""I don't care if you wrestled a dragon!" I roared, my patience officially in tatters. "Get out, now, or I swear to God, I'm calling the police! I don't care what they think – my Lord knows I'm innocent!" I gestured wildly towards the door, my hand trembling, silently daring him to challenge me.Instead of moving, he whimpered, a trul

We broke the news of Loraine's passing to her husband, a mere formality, really. We'd clung to a fragile hope that even in death, he might show a shred of care for her. But that hope crumbled to dust the moment he coldly snorted, "I don't have time to collect the body. You're free to dispose of it wherever." The callousness of his words sent a shiver down our spines.We simply couldn't bear to leave Loraine in stranger's hand to hold her funeral. So, that very day, we held a quiet, heartfelt funeral, bidding her a sorrowful goodbye and praying for her peace. The days that followed were shrouded in a heavy, grief-stricken silence. Loraine's unfair death hung over us like a perpetual stormy cloud. The only flicker of light in our sorrow was Hope. She didn't misbehave once, not a single tantrum. Instead, she just went quiet, a heartbreaking stillness as if she instinctively knew her mother was gone. Watching her silently grieve, letting go in her own profound way, was truly painful.It w

"How are you feeling today?" I asked Ryker, stepping into the medical room. It had been a couple of days since the attack, and to my surprise, he'd been behaving. I'd almost started to believe the ordeal had knocked some sense into him. Or so I thought…"I feel like I'm dying," he groaned, his voice hoarse from sleep, adding a dramatic flair to his complaint. "Wet dreams at 28. Just great." He mumbled under his breath, sounding utterly put out."Are you alright?" I asked, concern lacing my voice. I reached out, gently touching his chest over the bandage to check if he was bleeding or in any additional pain. At my touch, Ryker sucked in a sharp breath. "If you move your hand a little lower," he rasped, "you'll find the source of my pain."My brow furrowed in worry, and I focused intensely on his supposed injury. I slowly pressed around his body, trying to locate any new bruises or hidden wounds from the attack. My hands moved carefully over his torso, and when he didn't flinch, I moved

Ryker was back to being Ryker – an infuriating, obnoxious, and utterly hateful presence. Did I mention annoying? Because if I didn’t, I should have. The hardest part, the absolutely soul-crushing hardest part, was that he was still technically my patient. That meant I had to perform mental gymnastics of Olympic proportions to rein in every single ounce of annoyance and white-hot anger bubbling inside me. It was a constant battle, a silent war waged behind a forced façade of professional composure, and frankly, I was exhausted.“So, are you free this evening?” Ryker’s voice, a smooth, infuriating drawl laced with that ever-present smirk, cut through my focused concentration. My hands, which had been carefully unwrapping a fresh roll of gauze, paused. He tapped my arm – just a light tap, nothing more – but I instinctively flinched away as if his touch carried a debilitating electric current. A wave of goosebumps prickled my skin, not from attraction, but from pure, unadulterated revulsio

"Let's go, guys, we're bringing back your future Donna," I barked at my men, a grin spreading across my face. A chorus of howls and cheers erupted as they sprang into action, their loyalty and excitement a palpable force. "Travis!" I snapped, beckoning him over. He practically bounced to my side, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Yes, sir! What do you want me to do?""Go to the Clerk's house, drag that motherfucker out of his bed, and get him ready to register my marriage," I commanded. Travis nodded eagerly. I tossed him the keys to my bike, a hefty payment for the job, and he roared off into the night, the sound of the engine fading into the distance."The rest of you will do what you do best," I said, a smirk playing on my lips. My thoughts drifted to the little bird I was about to capture, my beautiful sparrow. Just then, the car I'd chosen for the kidnapping pulled up, a sleek black beast ready for its new passenger."Get a fucking bow on this thing. My little sparrow would lo