Semua Bab HIS TOY : Bab 71 - Bab 80

AMELIA XAVIER Three days passed and Owen was to be discharged today. The feeling of warmth overwhelmed me not just because Owen was coming home today, but we hadn't heard from Ash Winters since the fight at his party. I stood before the kitchen counter making a poor attempt at skinning an onion. This was more reason why I needed Owen home. Staring at the poor onion, I decided it was clean enough to cut. It felt strange how nobody heard from Ash Winters or knew his whereabouts— although it was better for us, curiosity took the best part of me. I needed to know. Subconsciously, the knife sliced off a piece of flesh from my finger. I winced, my senses returning to reality. “Shit,” I cursed, going to the sink to wash off the blood and knife. “I just wanted to make something for Owen,” I whimpered, turning on the tap. Just as I turned it off, a sharp crash came from the sitting room, followed by the scrape of something heavy dragging across the floor. My feet stuck to the fl

AMELIA XAVIER The room was white and smelled like disinfectant — it made me a little nauseous. I opened my eyes slowly just for it to hit direct light and immediately shut it back. Opening them one lid at a time, I looked around, barely a second before Owen stepped into the room. He looked stressed, and I felt guilty. “Owen…” I muttered, making him turn sharply to where I lay. “Pumpkin, you're awake,” he said, his expression changing from neutral to really excited. He sat beside me as his hands graced my cheeks — they were warm and scented like chocolate. “How many days have I been out?” I asked, curious to know. Owen shrugged before replying, “Just a day, the doctor said you'll be fine as long as you rest and…”“The baby?” I interrupted, already impatient. I had put a lot of pressure on myself that it was accurate to say the baby was in danger. “The baby's fine, Amelia. Let's relax after this. Ash is dead,” he reassured me, but an unsettling feeling stirred at the pit of my

AMELIA XAVIER The ride home was awkward especially when it was father who was seated at the driver's seat taking me to Owen's place. He wore a disappointed expression On his face while trying to focus on the road. I hissed irritated that my own father was giving me the silent treatment.“You look disappointed,” I started and that set our conversation going, but in a rather difficult direction.“ Do I? I'm more infuriated than disappointed, Amelia,” he answered curtly and the least I did was to shrink into my seat. “Why? Because I was in danger?” “No. I trusted you, Amelia Xavier and you go to Paris to get head over heels with this boy who doesn't know where he stands!” He scolded increasing the speed of the car. I gasped at how high he raised his voice at me as though he had truly failed as a parent. “Father…” I made to say, but he went on, “You go to Paris to die, Amelia and you call yourself a Xavier? I sent you here to do something, but from what I'm seeing, you've lost focus

AMELIA XAVIER The past two weeks had been nice; the weather, warm and Owen was the sweetest. Although he had to catch up with a lot of things after Ash Winters death and the trouble he caused, he still came home in time. I sat by the pool coping, my legs in the water while my laptop sat on my lap. I needed to get back to work — the main reason I came to Paris in the first place. A lot of things happened these few months and I was ever grateful it ended on a good note. “Kayla Xavier, you moron…” I cursed receiving the third rejection today. That lady was too proud of her achievements and frustrated me as though to insult me. “It's Rodriguez now, damn it.” Someone corrected, making me turn sharply at the direction the deep voice came from. Owen. My lips broke into a smile as I waited for him to come closer. Owen planted a kiss softly on my temple and kissed my hair with his fingers tucking a few strands behind my ear. “You're home earlier than usual,” I said and he shrugged offeri

OWEN WINTERS I walked into the basement where I normally killed people, my face, void of emotions, and my hands cold. I remembered father's instructions clearly, “Don't give the bastard a quick death.”I smirked wondering what ‘the bastard’ had committed. Although I was made heir to the Winters, father still ran the organization, and he wasn't planning to quit anytime soon. That didn't really bother me one bit because once I became don, a lot of things were going to change including my love life. It was better to enjoy the little things now. I pushed open the door to the room where the so-called bastard knelt, hands and legs tied. His skin shone in the light and his smooth face, thin lips, doe eyes and the way he styled his hair told me he was a foreigner. “What do we have here?” I asked rhetorically, as my men untied him. His clothes were clean, which meant father gave him to me without touching him — he must be growing old. “Please, have mercy. Please!” The young man pleaded