All Chapters of Unintended Bride : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Anya's POV The new apartment was in a building that I had never entered. Doorman. Elevator with a mirror. Hallways that smelled of fresh paint and wealth. The flat itself was on the fifteenth floor, with windows that offered a view of the skyline of the whole city. Hardwood flooring. A kitchen with an island. A bedroom with a walk-in wardrobe bigger than my entire previous apartment.I stood in the center of the living room and made one turn. "Is this mine?""Yes, ma'am." Clara put her bag on the counter and pulled out a bottle of champagne. "Mr. X sent this to you as a welcoming present."We drank directly from the bottle. No glasses. No pretenses. Just two girls who had risen from the gutter and weren't planning to go back to where we came from anymore.Clara leaned back on the leather sofa and put her legs on the coffee table. "So. What is the next step?""What do you mean?""You have enough money. You have the apartment. You have the most powerful man in the country supporting yo

Eliza/Nina's POV Alexander had hidden my left shoe in the morning while Lily declared that her stuffed rabbit needed a proper burial. While searching under the couch next to the fossilized piece of toast and explaining that Mr. Whiskers was simply asleep and not dead, I was already late. Frida pushed a pastry into my hand as I dashed to the door. "You've forgotten breakfast again." "I'll have it on the way." I kissed her cheek and the twins' foreheads and got to the bus in the nick of time. The museum was alive with activity when I arrived there. Tourists with their cameras. Schoolchildren in similar T-shirts. Older couples holding hands and reading the inscriptions to each other out loud. I sneaked past all these people and moved to the east gallery where my paintings were put up for exhibition. It took me three months to complete these paintings. I created eight canvases, and every brushstroke seemed to be a confession which I wasn't ready to make. However, the museum director

Eliza/Nina's POV "Ma'am." The security guard stepped between us. "Do you know this gentleman?""No," I said it straight out."I do," said Liam.The security guard shifted his gaze from me to Liam and then back to me. The look on his face showed that he had dealt with cases like this before and was not interested in intervening with yet another one."Ma'am, would you like me to escort him out?""Yes," I couldn't look at Liam. "Please. He's confused. He's confusing me with somebody else.""Nina," he gasped out my name. "Please listen to me. I just need to have a word with you for five minutes. It won't take more than that.""Sir, you can leave." The security guard placed his hand on Liam's shoulder.Liam shook him off and continued to stare at me. "You can change your hair. You can change your name. You can even pretend that you don't know me. But I know you, Nina. I knew you the moment we met in front of that club. I know you from the day you made me stew and delivered it to my office

Chapter 79Anya’s POV“Good morning, Miss.”Maria, the maid, came into my room carrying my food. She placed it on the table and waited. I waved her with my hand and she left. Everything was perfect. I drank my coffee, and stared into the empty space beside me in the bed. Mr. X hadn't been there in three nights. He came and went without warning. It pained me that I couldn’t find him. I couldn’t stand wanting him to notice me.By noon I fired one of the kitchen staff for cooking my eggs wrong and made the other one cry by looking at her. This helped neither way; the boredom was driving me crazy.The house was simply too big. Too much space and silence. I used to wander the east wing for no other reason than feeling the hard surface under my heels, passing paintings which were more expensive than my entire life put together, opening doors I had never bothered before, until one day I saw something I should have left alone.In the middle of one hallway where the lights became dimmer, th

Amanda/Frida's POV The door slammed behind Frida with such force that the framed photo of twins rattled on the wall. Her back to the wood, her chest was heaving and her eyes rimmed red but dry. At some point between the office and here, she had stopped crying. Now she just looked hollow.I had taken the suitcases out from underneath my bed before she completed her thought. I threw open drawers, my arms moving of their own volition to hurl clothes into the ravenous maws of bags untouched. Alexander's dinosaur pj bottoms came to rest on the collar of Lily's Sunday dress. I didn't care. We could sort it out later. We would sort it out later when we were somewhere he could never reach us."How long do we have?" I was trembling, but my voice came out steadier than I felt.Frida shook her head slowly. "I don't know. He let me leave. He just... let me walk out." She pushed on the door and walked across to the window, parted one finger from her stick figure hand — pulled it back in front of