All Chapters of IN HELL WITH YOU : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~Elowen PoV~ A few hours later. I stood in front of Haven's hotel, its tower pressing in on me. I acknowledged the environment as it eased a little of the chaos in my mind. It was a place free of swarming fans trying to get a picture of you or making you sign an autograph, and the darkness of the night did an awesome job of hiding my face from people who could easily spot me. The moment my presence was made known in the front office of the hotel came the admiration from those who quickly recognized me. It was a beautiful thing to know so many see me as their idol. One of the things I'd become blessed to experience was the love I had impacted on people as one of the city's A-list actresses. But do they know what a woman whom they respected so much was about to do behind closed doors? I felt relieved that they kept a safe distance as I walked to this particular receptionist who lowered her head on seeing me. "Good evening Ma'am, welcome back to Haven's hotel." She greeted me ple

My eyes snapped open. My head jerked to the side, breath catching as his sleeping face flashed before my eyes. Close. Devastatingly close. He lay beside me, utterly unguarded, lashes resting against his cheek, chest rising in a slow, steady rhythm that mocked the chaos pounding inside of me. My heartbeat did not slow, it pounded as if it wanted to flee before I did. I had to put up a strenuous fight to regain myself before my eyes glanced down, the duvet was the only thing covering me. Beneath it...nothing. Bare. Exposed. My first night is now gone. I had only planned to have a minute staged sex with him, something quick and forgettable, yet hours had slipped through my fingers drowned in his reverie. What madness had possessed me to let this man unravel me this thoroughly? To let him draw such pleasure from me. To give back without restraint. Stupid. So incredibly stupid of me. I needed to leave now. I have already gotten what I wanted. There was no need to linger arou

~Owen~ Once again, I savored the taste of the tea, letting it linger on my tongue, my thoughts drifting back to the events of the past few hours. She must be shocked and furious by now. Cautious of what my next move would be, wondering how everything slipped through her fingers. How only her father and I ended up with what she had tried so desperately to control. Elowen Walker. A quiet, dangerous chuckle left me as her phone twirled in my fingers. Little did she know it was me with her all along. Fragments of last night clung to me. It was hard to stop myself from rewatching the video over and over again. The thought alone ached in my gums. The way she had moaned. That voice— Soft. Unguarded. Breaking in ways she never allowed in daylight. Even now, at eight in the morning, it stubbornly re-echoes in my head. I had imagined for far too long how she would taste in my tongue again, wondered what it would be like to have her within reach, to feel her surrender for every second

~Owen POV~ I know she had not expected this to be the outcome after her fight to stop our marriage. Letting another day pass will give her time to think of more strategies to run away from me. And I was not going to give her that chance. Not a bit of it. She was mine. Bound with me forever. This was just a message to let her know that no one now messes with Owen Vitmoz and succeeds. No one outsmarts me. I watched her stare at the photograph on our just-signed marriage certificate, probably wondering what marriage had the groom had a horrifying scar on his face, not sparing at least a fake smile, obviously not bothered about it. She must be thinking a photo that should have depicted a joyous moment for a couple was more like a melancholy moment. She dropped the pen handing the certificate to the registrar who took no time to study all the provided information to make sure nothing was missing. After she was done with all proceeding, she turned to us. “Congratulations Mr