Lahat ng Kabanata ng 'Wanted' By Mr. Storm: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

RIVER'S POV, LAS VEGAS, 7:54 PM. "River, drop that. Fuck it, I don't know how I ended up here...with her. I really don't know what got into me, I swear to God!" "Ms. River, you shouldn't be holding that." I couldn't stop the tears falling down my cheeks as I held the gun to my fiance in a hotel room. Two days from now was supposed to be our wedding, where we would promise ourselves forever. But here he was, with my best friend, Natasha. My fingers trembled on the trigger as Peter began inching forward, still kneeling on the bed, with Natasha hiding under the coverlet. The hotel room door was open, and there were judging gazes. Everyone urged me to put the gun down, but they would have done worse in this scenario. Right now, I felt numb; going to prison wasn't even one of my fears now. "River, he's not worth it...give that to me." Helen, who had just walked in, pulled the gun out of my hand with ease, hurling it hard against Peter's face. A sharp cry tore from his throat. She thr

RIVER’S POV My hands weren't steady on the keyboard; I knew I was going to get fired. I knew Gerald was typing my resignation letter now. He—the new boss—wouldn't let someone of low status, no morals like me, who had behaved shitty in a club, stay in his company; this I knew. This morning I hadn’t regretted what I had done, but now I could only imagine how smoothly today would have gone if I hadn’t gone to the club last night—or if Peter hadn’t cheated. “Seems you’re ready to lose this job…” Mark whispered beside me, and I looked back at the screen just to see the data I had entered was incorrect. I just can’t take all this shit anymore. The next minute, I was stumbling my way toward the ladies’ restroom, my guts tingling as I searched hastily for the toilet bowl before burying my head into it, puking my stomach empty. Tears of frustration rolled down my cheeks the more I vomited. If I made it out of here alive, I was going to a karaoke bar to cry my shits out. Men. Men… danger

RIVER’S POV VELLUTO CLUB Night I...i changed my mind, fear clawing at my lungs “I would sign the contract on one condition, Mr. Storm.” I placed the pen back on the table between us, leaning back into my seat—just like he had, in his seat that barely contained his huge frame. His eyes squinted a bit as the night wind tossed his hair slightly. We were somewhere inside Velluto Club, a VIP space he had secured on the rooftop after we left the hospital. This man moves fast; he seems to amuse me on every encounter. How did he get the contract papers printed out within such a period of time? “I would like it if you read through the contract first, Ms. Cortez.” “Even if I read through, nothing beats the main point, Mr. Storm”—that I would have his baby. “…I… I want… you to prove to me that what you said there was true…” Why was it so hard keeping it straight? Like a stone was stuck in my throat just to have him prove that he doesn’t get hard by other women but me—maybe a doctor’s

River's POV “I…I would like a bit of privacy.” They thought I would break the contract and run off? Marcel had asked me to get rid of Peter’s name on my body this morning through a text message, and I assumed he had gotten my contact from the company records. I was in a clinic now, and Marcel's men, who had come to take me to his residence, weren't ready to give me breathing space. The bulky one amidst the men bowed before nodding to the others as they left the room where I was supposed to get the laser tattoo removal. “Good morning, Ms. Cortez. I saw you booked an appointment with us; i can assure you it would go smoothly.” A middle-aged woman walked up to me, smiling warmly. Marcel didn't have to tell me twice before I got rid of this scumbag’s name. He was in my past now, and his trashy name didn't have to be on me. This morning I heard he had gotten married to Natasha on my supposed wedding day…they had this all planned, leaving me in the dark. In the next minute, I was bum nak

River's POV I have never felt so unwanted in a place until today. I could feel the air shift between Marcel and the beautiful blonde who looked like she had just walked out of a fashion magazine—tall, slender, and curvy. "It's been…years, Marcel." "Hi, Ember…" Who was she? Why did she have so much effect on Marcel? My hand began sliding slowly down Marcel’s chest, trying to give them space, but he had pulled me back closer… warning not to. Did he still want me to play along in this twisted act? A lady had just called him brother-in-law, and I could see the hate trapped in the polite smile she threw my way. I wasn’t even ready to play the fiancée act with this one. I was confused—different thoughts began running through the stream of my mind, and I became nauseous again, wondering if Marcel had a wife and was cheating on her because she also couldn’t get him h… hard. “Ember, you wouldn’t even greet your old man, honey…” She tore her gaze away from us, walking over to hug