Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dear Stranger, Kiss Me at My Husband's Wedding. : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

DaelanThe rain battered against the glass walls of the penthouse like bullets from a fucking warzone, loud and violent, matching the storm clawing inside my chest.Callista’s face still lingered in my head.That stupid fucking look in her eyes earlier….mine.Every damn time I thought about another man touching her, kissing her, breathing near her, something ugly crawled under my skin. Something feral. I wanted to rip throats open with my bare hands and paint the streets red.So I called Elysia over because she always knew how to drown the noise.Usually the second she walked into a room, the air shifted. She’d smirk, strut over like she owned the fucking place, and climb onto my lap before I even said a word. She understood her role. She understood me.But tonight?The moment she appeared in front of me, I knew something was off.She looked irritated and tense. Not glowing with that hungry little energy she usually carried whenever I summoned her. Her blonde hair was damp from the ba

Daelan The first thing I saw when I buttoned my shirt was the mess I had made of her. Elysia lay sprawled across the black silk sheets completely naked, one leg tangled in the blanket, bruises blooming along her pale thighs like fingerprints from hell itself. Her makeup from last night had smeared beneath her eyes, giving her the appearance of a woman ruined beyond repair, and somehow that sight only amused me more. The room smelled of sex, expensive whiskey, and destruction. Exactly how I liked it. A slow grin spread across my face as I adjusted the cuff of my watch. Pathetic. Women always mistook attention for affection. Give them rough hands, filthy promises, and enough dominance to make their knees weak, and suddenly they thought they mattered. Elysia had spent the entire night moaning my name like a prayer while I fucked every ounce of dignity out of her, and now she slept peacefully like she belonged in my bed. She didn’t. Nobody belonged beside me. I walked out of the ro

CallistaLuca stared at me like a man already imagining ownership. The kind that wrapped chains around your throat so slowly you didn’t notice until breathing became impossible.The silence between us stretched painfully while his fingers continued moving through my damp hair with unsettling calmness. I hated the way he touched me like he had already decided I belonged to him. Hated the way my body stayed frozen beneath his attention because every instinct inside me screamed that one wrong word could make this man snap.Then he smiled, beautiful in the most terrifying way possible.“I’m Luca Moretti,” he said quietly, almost like his name alone should explain everything. “Men beg for my respect. Women beg for my attention. Entire fucking governments shake hands with me carefully because they know exactly what happens when they disappoint me.”His hand slid under my chin again, forcing my eyes toward his. “And for you to repay me,” he continued smoothly, “you’ll become one of my misses.

CallistaAfter sniffing the flowers, I noticed a folded letter buried between the ridiculous amount of roses “I’d take you on a date, Miss.”That was it? It has no name, no question mark, no fucking manners.I stared at the note for a long second before laughing bitterly. “Psycho,” I muttered under my breath.Who the hell asks a woman on a date like that? Especially a woman whose life was currently collapsing like a damn building on fire.I tossed the bouquet across the room with irritation. The flowers slammed against the wall and scattered petals all over the floor.But then my eyes drifted toward the mirror.I froze. Gosh….I looked beautiful.Even after crying for days. Even after stress had hollowed my chest out and drained the life from me. My messy hair framed my face perfectly, my lips still looked soft and full, and my oversized sweater hung off one shoulder in a way that made me look heartbreakingly fragile.I hated that I still looked pretty while my life was turning into ab

CallistaThe industrial machine groaned like a monster straight out of hell.Metal screamed against metal as the massive crusher rolled closer to the car, each turn of its gears vibrating through the concrete floor beneath me. The entire warehouse shook with the sound, dust raining from the ceiling while sparks burst somewhere in the darkness.And I was trapped right in front of it.“No…no, please!” I screamed, my voice breaking into something ugly and desperate. “Somebody fucking help me!”My wrists burned against the plastic ties digging into my skin. My ankles were bound so tightly I could barely feel my legs anymore. Sweat drenched my shirt, sticking to my back like a second skin while panic clawed through my chest so violently I thought my ribs would crack open.The crusher kept moving closer and closer.The sound alone was enough to drive someone insane.I thrashed against the seat, crying so hard my vision blurred. My shoulder slammed into the door repeatedly as I tried to forc