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The woman walking toward me at the altar was not my Bella

RONIn the middle of us hitting him, Raymond's security team rushed into the office. Two big men pulled Sarah and me away from him. I fought against the man holding me, my whole focus locked on Raymond, the man who was using my daughter. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sarah struggling just as hard. Raymond was getting himself together, catching his breath.I guess all our shouting had drawn a crowd, and someone had called for backup. I sank my teeth into the guard's hand, and he let me go with a curse. Sarah kicked her leg back hard, nailing her guard right in the balls. We both charged at Raymond again. I grabbed a pillow from the couch as I went, and when I swung it at him, feathers exploded into the air, falling all around us. That was when the blonde woman walked into the office."You piece of trash," I shouted when I saw her.I went straight for her. My fist connected with her heavily made-up face before the guard grabbed me from behind and yanked me back."Ouch! Raymond? Wha

There is no running from this

BellaSarah and Ron came back with the news that Raymond was not cheating, but they refused to tell me anything more. They were being unclear, keeping things from me, and starting to avoid me entirely. Ron insisted I did not need to worry, and that everything Raymond had said was true. He was just working late, and probably worn out by the time he came home.I still did not feel any better. If he was not cheating, then why was he pulling away from me? Why were Sarah and Ron starting to do the same thing? Maybe he was cheating, and they just did not know how to tell me. I felt completely lost. The wedding was tomorrow. Should I believe Ron and Sarah, or should I listen to my own gut?******“You look so beautiful,” Ron said as she adjusted my veil.Did I? If I did, why did I not feel beautiful? I gave her a smile, but it was empty, not reaching my eyes.Every bride is supposed to be happy on her wedding day, yet I had no idea what I was feeling. You are probably wondering why the hell

nd you will be completely wrong when you discover I am not even wet.

BellaRaymond leans close, his mouth just above mine. His gaze travels from my eyes down to my lips and stays there, heavy and waiting. My own foolish body is waiting, too, aching for his next move, longing for the moment his lips finally meet mine. I should not be doing this. My God, I should never have said yes. But I did, and now I want this more than anything. I want him. I ache for his touch, for his hands on my body.For his mouth on every place that brings me pleasure. I want to feel the heat of his lips around my nipples, against my most private skin, the hard length of him pressing right where I am soft and wet and aching. Raymond lowered his head a little more and a deep pull of need coiled inside me. My entire body was listening, tense and ready.“Just how wet are you?”His voice was a low murmur. I pressed my lips together and kept my eyes closed.“That is not your concern.”I said. He placed his palm on my knee, tracing slow circles over the satin of my wedding dress.“Ar

Too late for what?

BellaMy heart had been a mess these last few days. But all that confusion and hurt dissolved the second I heard Raymond speak.“Today, I married my best friend. The woman I have loved for so long. I think most of you know how our story started. I could talk forever about a young boy who fell, completely helplessly, in love with a little girl. I lost her. But fate, or God, brought her back to me. There are no words for how happy I am to stand here, looking at her, knowing she is my wife… Bella, I love you. I always have, and I always will.”That was all I needed. Proof, right there in his voice, that he still loved me. That he still cared, even after his strange distance lately. I smiled up at him, tears running down my cheeks, using the tissue he handed me to wipe them away.I never wrote any vows for him. There was a time I was convinced this wedding would not happen. But I did not need anything written down. I knew, by heart, every single thing I wanted to say to him. He

If that's what my wife wants, that's what she gets

BellaI looked at the children standing in front of me one more time. They were the kids from the home where we’d found Thomas and Jemson. How had Raymond brought them here? And why were they here at all?“Raymond, I don’t understand,” I said.“I thought maybe we could have them on weekends. At least then they wouldn’t have to be stuck in that place all the time.”My words got tangled somewhere between my head and my mouth. “How… we… Raymond.”“I’ll get them back in the car,” Blair offered, gently guiding the children toward the limousine.“Wait,” I said, turning back to Raymond. “You did this… for me?”“I believed it was what you wanted. You’ve always talked about doing something like this.”He gave a small shrug. He was right. I’d always imagined fostering or adopting one day. I wanted to give children a reason to feel they mattered, but the real question was, was I ready for it now? Of course, part of me wanted this. It was a dream of mine. Only I wasn’t prepared. To start with

Come alone if you want them

BellaThe Woods house was pure chaos. I could not catch my breath, I was not sleeping, and forgot about having a single private moment.“Emma, you are going to get your fingers stuck!”I called out from behind the bathroom door. Our youngest was sliding her little fingers under the gap, trying to reach me. Did I mention I could not even use the toilet in peace anymore? It was not that we lacked bathrooms. They just seemed to believe I was not permitted a moment alone.Giggling came from the other side, her fingers still dancing on the tile. I shook my head. She would not give up until I either opened the door or came out. Emma was two, and she was every bit the handful people say two-year-olds can be. She had lovely olive skin, huge brown eyes with long lashes, a little button nose, and a wild cloud of curly, frizzy brown hair.“Stalking Mommy again, are we?”I heard Raymond’s voice ask her. She giggled once more, and soon a second, larger set of fingers joined hers under the door.“A

Do not dare turn back.

RaymondIs Bella home with you, Mom?I had to know if Rex was lying. So I called my mother.“Hmm, I have not seen her. She went upstairs to your room a while ago. She said she was going to wait for you there.”Could you please go check?“All right… Have you heard anything from Rex yet?”No. Nothing. Can you please hurry?“I am at your door now. Just hold on.”I heard her knock, then the sound of the door opening. Her heels made a hard sound on the tile floor as she walked in. But I already knew. I felt it in my gut, cold and certain, before she even spoke.She was not there.“Raymond? Um… Bella is not here.”Okay. Thank you, Mom. I will call if I have any news.*******Bella“Who wants to play a game?”Rex asked the boys.“Me! I do!”Thomas said, completely unaware that I was trembling inside my shoes. Nothing good would come from this. I knew it. I felt it in the heavy, painful beat of my own heart.“Rex, please,” I said, my voice low.“All right,” Rex said. “I will tie Jemson’s hand

It meant the bastard was still alive.

BellaI had thought we were safe. I was wrong. Everything happened too fast. Before Jemson could even stand up, Rex’s arms were around me, trapping me. I did not give up. I fought like a wild thing. I bit down on his hand until my mouth filled with the taste of metal and salt, but he only cursed and twisted me around. My body bent over the cold railing, the air knocked from my lungs. All I could see was the night sky.I looked into his eyes, searching for the man I once knew. He was not there. Something empty and cold had taken his place.“Stop! Let her go!” Jemson cried out, pulling at his father’s clothes. He was just a boy. Rex did not even turn his head. He just kicked out, a hard and brutal movement. I heard the awful sound of Jemson hitting the floor, then a weak cry. I looked up, desperate, and saw the stars. They were so bright and peaceful. It was a fucking beautiful night.I tried to look down, to see how far the ground was, but he had me pinned. I could only see that endles

He’s safe. You’re safe. Jemson’s safe

RaymondPounding on his door was useless. I could have kicked the damn thing in and charged in like some fucking action hero, but I stopped myself. What if Rex hurt Bella or the boys? I had to be smart. You see it in movies all the time, startle a crazy person and they do something insane. So I made him think I’d gone. When he asked, I’d already knocked on the neighbors’ doors, but nobody answered.I ran downstairs to the apartment right under Rex’s. An older woman in a nightgown answered, her eyes wide. I didn’t wait, I stepped inside, telling her why I was there as I moved straight for her balcony. I was looking for a way up, a pipe, anything to climb… but what I saw were two small shoes, swinging in the air.“Is that… what I think it is?” she asked, her voice thin with fear.“Call the police. Tell them what you see and tell them to move.” My words were fast. She nodded, backing into her living room with her hand pressed to her mouth.I stretched up, trying to reach Thomas’s feet. I

Can you get her to come talk to me?

BellaThey checked me three times because Raymond insisted. The result was a lot of fuss over not much. Some bruises on my neck, a parting gift from Rex, I guess, a real hands-on kind of souvenir. A dark blue circle wrapped my wrist where Raymond had held on, and I did not mind that one bit. My shoulder got popped out and then back in, and that hurt like a motherfucker. I had marks on my ribs and back from the rope, and some glass bits they picked out of my skin. But I was okay. The baby was okay.I could not say the same for the boys. Thomas looked fine on the outside, but his mind was in a bad place. Jemson had a broken head, a real concussion, and his heart was just as broken. They had to stay. The doctors said they would be dealing with this for a long time, maybe forever, with all the fear stuck inside them now. Raymond was talking in a low, serious voice about getting them the best of everything.I was free to go home. But we would not be going. We would stay the night. Raymond

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