บททั้งหมดของ Playboy's Secret Wife: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

71. Liam and Isha>“Nice to meet you,” I say, extending my hand.He smiles. “Nice to meet you too, Sophia. Miles has told me a lot about you.”I am a little shocked by this information. I thought I was a secret.“Oh, has he now? And what has he said?”Miles shakes his head and looks away in embarrassment.“Don’t listen to her, Liam. She’s just trying to get even with me.”Liam laughs and takes a seat next to me.“God, you have changed so much…” he says and I frown.“We have met before?”“We sure have. You might not realize, but I kept a better eye on you.”I cock my brow at him, and he raises his hands in defense. “It was part of the job… I was his assistant. And your husband told me to keep an eye on you.”I know that. But I go ahead with teasing, anyway.“Now is that true, dear husband.”“Oh fuck off, you two… Give me the file, Liam.”Liam hands some papers to Miles and while I ask him, ”So, Liam, do you have any embarrassing stories about Miles that you’d like to sha

73. Back to NYC>I unlock the door and step inside, taking in the familiar sight of my living room. It feels so odd. When I packed my bags almost 2 months ago, I thought I would be back in 3-4 days.Can so much change in a matter of 8 weeks?It certainly can. I am a live example. I breathe a sigh of relief, grateful to be back in my cozy little space after two long months away in California. Too bad. It’s my last few days in this apartment. I pick up my phone to call dad. I need to survey this Caleb situation. Joy and Nikkie must have been throwing tantrums at home.Dad picks up the call at the third ring and says, “Hello my girl!”“Hey Dad! How are you doing?”“Hold on a sec,” he tells me and talks to someone else. “No. I will come back by evening.”“Yea, Sophie… tell me.” I frown. “You seem busy. Should I call you later?”“No, that’s alright. I am going out…” Then he whispers. “It’s been such a shit storm lately. I cannot tell you.”I swallow hard. “Because of Nikk

75. Kidnapped.>—One day ago—I wake up to the sound of my own groans and some rummaging  around me. When I open my eyes first thing I notice is Caleb going through my stuff with his back towards me. He has searched through my entire room.What is he looking for?Panic rises, and I try to lift my head off the pillow. That’s when the tight rope tied around my wrists and ankles digging into the skin makes itself known.“What are you doing?” I ask, but my voice comes out as a low rasp. My back hurts and my muscles are sore. I want to move, but the ropes bite into my skin, holding me in place. My heart races as the reality of the situation sinks in. Caleb has lost his mind.“You’re a fucking millionaire,” he turns and says casually as he takes a seat on the bed’s corner.I stay quiet, unable to process. How he got the guts to kidnap me. He should know this will not end well.“You didn’t change your lifestyle. So it was impossible for anyone to make a guess...” He fixes his

77. Torture>.Call disconnects and Caleb pulls the pair of tweezer twisting the skin on my waist away. I sob and pain spreads across my body. My whole body is hurting with toe curling pain and he is enjoying torturing me.I am afraid. So God damn afraid. Afraid of what he will do while Miles takes his time to come here. I am also afraid of what he will do if Miles reaches here, unprepared. Will he attack him? Injure him? Take him hostage?I don’t remember being this afraid in my life before. I also feel guilty. My mind was foggy with pain and I could not process anything. To save myself, I invited Miles into a wolf’s den.“Such a good girl,” Caleb purrs as I lay on floor, crying. His words feel like hot lava in my ears. I don’t want to hear his voice. I want Miles to hold me and comfort me. Same words out of Miles’ mouth would have gotten a reaction out of me. With him, this wouldn’t hurt. Because I know I am safe and in control with Miles. But right now I have no cont

>Agony envelops my senses as searing pain makes itself known. The metallic scent of blood fills the air.Who’s blood is that?Mine?Oh fuck.I knew bullet-proof vests do little against assault rifles. My body goes limp in pain. A chaos is unfolding around me and I’m unable to comprehend what is happening. One would think it’s impossible to focus on something else in a situation like this.But all I can remember is… I never introduced Sophia to my mom. I cannot die before doing that. None of us can die.A soft palm grabs my hand, and I look up. My sight is blurred, but I know it’s her. I strain to focus on her face. Her eyes are full of fear. I want to make her smile.She shouldn't get hurt. That's when I realize I am on my stomach and she is far from safe. I push myself up to cover her with my body.The harsh crack of gunfire echoes through the air, followed by a sharp voice, “Target is down.”“Are you hurt?” She asks.I am not sure.I reach out to touch her cheek, my fin