All Chapters of To Be Married To a Sinner : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Winter I waited for this day like my life awfully depended on it. Giving a small smile at the nurse who let me inside the ward, I turned to see my mother's pale face on the bed. "Oh baby," she called raising one hand slowly to reach and squeeze my bands. "I thought I lost you too.""Never Mom. You are never losing me and I'm never losing you too." She gave that small chuckle where you could see that she was hoping despite being unsure of the possibilities. I have never been this away from my mother—since I remember. These last few days of my life had me staying away because I had no idea how to explain things to her. It was already too much that the last time I was here was the day my nightmares began and I got dragged into my father's mess. "Look," I said calmly. "I got some fruits."She didn't respond to me but I just dropped them on the table while trying to figure out how to act like nothing happened. "Tell me you're okay, baby." I gave a nod. "Of course Mom, I am." Mom h

Winter Despite the peaceful aura at the bank, I found my thoughts racing to different places. How the hell was Bella thinking that? I know everyone has a bad standpoint of who Morgan really is and I can't even tell you I know him very much but he's definitely not the sex freak they've painted him to be.Or maybe he's a sex freak, the playboy who fucks anything that walks around but he has never made me feel like he was about to sexualize me.I do not even have an idea what it feels like to be attractive because not only did he make me a fool the other day, but he also gave me a list of rules which means he never has plans to fuck me. "Quit being stupid," I muttered to myself. I shouldn't even be harboring thoughts like this but if Bella could think of it, then I can.I wonder if I have ever thought of his body, not hidden behind his usual T-shirts, flexing his muscles while his V-line displays effortlessly.I can imagine the mouth-watering scenarios of what could play out but what

WinterI blew out a wearisome breath when he let go of me. “We should go home, baby.”“You must be Winter,” the cop said and I looked at him. He wasn’t Officer Tom or the rest guys who cuffed me but when he learned I was Morgan’s wife, he came to my rescue.“His wife,” he finished.I was in mid panic mode when he said that but I kind of liked the way he called my name and then looked at Morgan when he said his wife.“That’s right,” I answered. “Thanks for uh—for helping me call my husband.”The man looked back at Morgan and whatever he saw had him grinning. The next sound was a quick clearing of the throat and it came from Liam—the suit guy.“We should get the couple home,” he said. “Thanks, Harry.”The moment Harry walked away after a final bye, Liam turned to me like he was about to dash my head against a stone. “And what the hell do you think this is?” He prowled closer like a pissed-off lion at the zoo. “You can never get into trouble,” he warned. “You can’t keep risking Morgan’s

WinterThe only time I can do this is now. Looking at my wristwatch, I confirmed it was 5:45 am and the exact time my father woke up for his cup of morning coffee. Not just that, it is the same time Morgan gets the best sleep so I still had about an hour to confront my stepmom and get back home without any damn problems. I checked my watch again as I approached the building and pushed through the doors. It was a lot warmer and I sighed in relief as I took off my jacket. “I didn’t think we’d be having you around anytime soon.”As soon as he spoke, I recognized the voice of the man who was almost yelling across the room. “What does your father owe this visit?” he asked looking me over appraisingly. “Hi, Kyle. I need to speak to my father and most importantly—Rosalie.”He chuckled. “They’re not expecting you.”“What??”“I’m not telling you again, Winter. You know how things work over here.” Kyle is my father’s right-hand man and the one who makes sure everything goes accordingly but

Morgan“So how are things going with your wife?” Charles asked as he stretched beside me. I turned to look at Liam who was gulping the water in his hands and just ignored that question.“Are the newly-weds having a fight already?” Charles asked.“We’re in the middle of drills man and I expect you to allow me concentrate.”“Don’t tell me you’re still pissed,” he blurted and then sat beside me on the bench. Charles is a slimmer and taller version. His body is toned; due to the work outs he has been committed to and his achievements as a hockey player. “Of course not. Calling your friends name to the cops doesn’t sound like something to be pissed about.” I stood up from the bench and with the sweat dripping down my face, I reached for a face towel. “Dude you’re getting it all wrong,” Charles defended. “I could have been arrested if I didn’t think of a smart way out of t.”“And lying that you were with me while you were somewhere getting knocked out on drugs and women sounds like the sm