All Chapters of MY SECRET HUSBAND IS TEN YEARS YOUNGER: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

JAYDEN “Hey, man! What's up?” “I’m fucking good, you know that…” I sighed over the phone, pressing it to my ear as I listened to my best friend teasing and yapping like a bald clown, displayed in the circus. I could hear Massimo chuckling over the phone, doing his best to piss me the fuck off while I leaned against the chair in my office. It was a good thing I spent two days off at the hotel, enjoying some fresh air. The hospital felt it was the best time to disrupt my peace with a series of text messages and fourteen missed calls as if I was running away. For the next few weeks, I could tell that my schedule was going to get so occupied. I could sense it. “What’re you doing this evening, Jay?” he asked over the phone. I have always wondered how the hell he was my best friend, because he was definitely the stupidest kind I’ve ever come across. I sat still, catching my breath. Voice steady but shaken. “I'm not even sure man. I just stepped out of the operating room. T

NYRA »The Escape Before Sunset« “It was a good thing I didn't trust you. You low-life peasant.” A voice broke through the chaos. Fierce. Sharp. Loud. Even in my deep sleep, it was unmistakable enough to recognize the voice to be my father's. He was back? When? And for how long? I took a glance at Maya, who had any moment could pee in her undies from the way she shuddered at his voice. My dad wasn't going to be gentle with her. He hated her right from the time she crawled her way into his house. Using her as bait for his evil plan. Poor thing! It was all because of me. “I—I made a big mistake, Mr. Baron. P—please,” her voice cracked, deep sweat formed across her wrinkled forehead. “You think I’m a fool,” he thundered. “I couldn't trust you that easily, that's why I had you monitored. You were being tracked. Foolish you never knew.” So that's why everything felt too easy like a piece of cake on a board. I should have known. “Leave her alone, Maya hasn't done

[JAYDEN] I didn't expect to find Nyra here. Especially— outside at this time of the night. Vulnerable to the outside cold world. What was she doing there alone— again? Don't tell me she was attacked just like before. ««««« She stirred in her sleep. Her breast heaved up per second as the warm duvet wrapped around her pale skin like a pearl oyster in a seashell. “Marshmallow,” she muttered in her sleep. I chucked softly, checking her pulse. It was normal now. Even in her dilemma, it could never take away her enchanting beauty that shimmered in the darkness. Her oval face and ginger-red hair covered half of her pale skin. The stained red lipstick smudged at the corner of her lips. She was always in danger wherever I found her. I wasn’t supposed to be there. The café was a last-minute detour — a quiet corner to clear my head before heading back home. But fate doesn’t ask for permission. I stirred my coffee, watching the steam curl into the air, when I heard it.

{JAYDEN} “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! This is not good” I raked my hands through my short curly brown hair. The thoughts of Nyra fucking mad at me wasn't helping. At this point… I was going insane. She doesn't get it— does she? Fucking hell. If I could pull her close to me and stare deep into her almond eyes and ask if she fucking meant any of that. “I thought you were my friend. You’re just like Draven,” I remembered how it slipped out of her mouth. Like those words didn't just do anything to make me suffocate. Damnit! If only she knew how I just want to take her inside of me. How badly I want those rosy lips against mine. How the hell I wanna wake up every day trailing kisses over her gorgeous skin like it meant everything to me. Hell! She dared to compare me to Draven? A fucking rapist? A psycho? A spoilt god-forsaken— son of a bitch manipulator. I was compared to that loser? I smashed the pebbled vase that stood at a corner hiding from my wrath. I didn't intend to

{NYRA} My heart gave a loud thud when he said that word. Whatever he wanted to say— I already knew. Just that, I wasn't ready to receive it with an open heart. Earlier this morning, I was really pissed off by what he said to me. “I want us to get married.” Like seriously— He sounded really insane to have come up with that kind of lame excuse. Luckily— this food was too tempting not to eat. Such a delicious taste. It had successfully washed away every trace of rage and bitterness around me. Thank goodness I didn't say no when he asked if I was starving. I would have teared up trying to keep my face. “Nyra!” his voice sounded like he was fighting frustration. “Is there more?” I asked, doing my possible best to avoid whatever discussion he was trying to have with me. No matter what he says— it wasn't gonna work. I thought of Zarina. Thought of our friendship. The lies I had begun to tell her and the secrets that started as little as a mustard seed now began