All Chapters of The Don's blind bride.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

JuneBlood drips around me.I feel a bone crushing weight on my chest. I can't breathe.The ground was covered in blood and scattered limbs. All of my friends…dead.I swallow the metallic taste drowning in all the sight of blood and screams. I put my hand to my ear blocking the screams.My eyes snap open and clash with an old ceiling. No blood there, just a light bulb.What am I doing here? I'm supposed to be on a mission. I lunge forward, pain erupts through my right shoulder. Holy shit!And just when I think I'm about to die from the sizzling pain, the door opens. I back away to the headboard and my senses are on high alert. I reach for my ankle to get my knife there but…nothing.I look down…and…what…the actual fuck? I'm dressed in cotton night wear with spaghetti straps with a deep v neck that shows half of my breasts.“You're finally awake.”I jolted at the voice of a welcoming female. I quickly lift up the blanket to hide myself. She stepped in looking harmless. A kind face wit

JuneThe sound of howling wind reverberates around me but I don't feel cold. In fact, it's warm.So warm that I bury my face in the pillow and moan softly at the welcoming embrace. It feels like I'm back to happier times.Times when Mark would take me fishing and cook his favourite dish. Times when he would read stories to me and dance with me even while holding a stick.I had no family. He was all I ever had.I burrow in deeper into the warmth of the pillow but paused when I felt something hard against my head.Infact the form surface is glued to my entire body. A pillow shouldn't feel like steel.I opened my eyes and quickly understood the situation. I was cocooned in Rhys's arms.I tilt my chin up to catch a glimpse of his sleeping face. The hard lines of his jaw is shadowed by early morning light slipping through the window.His lashes are thick and so are his brows. I have an undeniable need to touch them just to know how they feel. As I lift my hand, he tightens his arm around

Rhys My instincts has never failed me. So when I made that decision to get the fuck out of here, it wasn't an option but a necessity.I felt eyes on me when I went with Nicholas to the market. It felt off. This was an emergency situation but June didn't want to listen, insisting she wants to go back.I fire a shot at one of masked men and got him right at the head. The other three fires at us and that's not even the worst part.They were wearing gas masks and was coming out of the house.At my shout, June dropped to the ground behind a tree. Her limbs are shaky and her hands unsteady on the rifle.She must be mulling over the thoughts I'm having right now, imagining the worst case scenario.The elderly couple has no chance of survival against terrorist with firearms and chemical weapons.“Lipovsky.” I shout, but that barely gets her attention.“June!!” She jerks, her big eyes sizing on me.I stop behind her taking note of her chaotic reaction. “Maria…and …and…” Tears flow down from

RhysThe concept of home has been unfamiliar with me since forever.It's not a place that I feel liked or valued. Just a battlefield where the strongest survive.My mother has only one goal, to get her favorite child to lead the family no matter how many strings she has to pull.That sense of internal wars and calculation has been with me since I was a child and has grown over the years.And here I am in front of the mansion at the outskirts of New York. It's huge, old and dark with a hundred demons lurking in it. Much hasn't changed since I left.It's exhausting to count the facilities Roman has installed in this mansion. It has everything even a golf course and spa.Roman has always thought himself to be some sort of royalty. He even turned his house into a castle.It's no surprise that only the staff come to greet me. My little sister, Yulia runs out with a squeal and I lift her into my arms.Unfortunately this little bundle of joy has leukemia and her hair is falling out faster th

JuneI don't think I like this place.Scratch that, I'm sure I don't.Ever since we got here, it's been one freak show or the other, everything that has been happening isn't normal. First was the old lady fawning over Rhys but regarded me as an outsider, as if I was suspicious. Then, we upgraded to a strange mother who flat out wanted to kick her son out the moment he arrived.I wasn't even done processing the emotions when Rhys an announces the death of his father with a demeanor so cold and emotionless.Now I'm sure he slashed himself with a knife just to get my attention and it's turning heated in here.I inspected the cut on his arm. Truly it's huge and cuts through some of his tattoos. “You need stitches. And this might be scar.”I pull him in and sit him down, taking the first aid box from the drawers. Apparently, there are first aid boxes everywhere.“You're really…weird.”“That makes two of us.” He said with a cocky smile. I really wanted to wipe that smile off his face.I da