Darren Startan (35) just needed a baby mama to give him an heir so he could inherit his father's gold mine. He didn't care for a wife, just a woman to carry his seed. Paula Rain(18) She needs money desperately to save her mother, who is diagnosed with brain tumour. Paula and Darren's part will cross all in the quest for their selfish needs. But then, an unfortunate incident occurs, shattering Paula's life forever and also leaving Darren in regrets and torture. What will it take to fight their demons and heal their broken hearts? Let's find out
Lihat lebih banyakEmilia
I never imagined to be stood up in my own wedding.
Not just any wedding but the wedding I'd dreamt of having my entire life.
The hall was fully decorated with dandelions, my favourite flowers; Kystan Morgan and her band of musicians deliver a wonderful serenade that fill the air and my dress had never looked so perfect — a flowing white dress that clung to my bodice before it fell freely from my waist, the diamond-studded lacy material gleaming in the morning light.
I was perfect.
Except —
My hands were shaking and anxiety clawed at my empty stomach. I wished I had eaten something earlier but Mariah, my chief bridesmaid, had insisted I take nothing but a glass of water so I'd fit perfectly in my dress.
I inhaled softly to calm my rioting nerves but my blood didn't stop roaring in my veins.
I was panicking.
And so were they.
He wasn't here yet.
Lorenzo was running late.
Fifteen minutes turned into thirty.
Then an hour.
The music stopped now and the chatter from the congregation dulled into whispers. My bridesmaids all smirk and blush, now looked at each other with unease. Their gaze darted towards the entrance then to me then back again, as if the very sight of me standing here in my full bridal glory would make my husband-to-be show up.
“Where is he?” I muttered under my breath.
“Maybe, he's just delayed.” Mariah whispered, though her voice quivered. “Maybe his carriage broke down on the way here or he had to shift. That happened when my sister wanted to get married. It's normal.”
I nodded like I believed her. Like her words didn't sound desperate like an excuse. Like I hadn't memorized Lorenzo's need for punctuality. Like I hadn't spent every full moon wrapped in his arms and hearing him say “Nothing will ever keep me from you, Emilia.”
One hour turned to two hours.
The priestess cleared her throat awkwardly and stepped down from the altar. Guests were murmuring now, some even began to leave their seats, others began to pace. Someone, my step mother, gasped when the sky darkened slightly but still, I waited.
I didn't cry. I wouldn't give them that. I just stood there like a statue, clutching my bouquet that now felt heavier with every passing breath. My heart beat so loud I was sure they all heard it.
Then the whispers stopped.
Footsteps thundered up the stone path.
Gasps followed. A few screams. And then —
“Alpha Dominic…” someone called out.
I turned slowly, my movement stiff because of my aching feet.
There he stood, Lorenzo's father, the Alpha of the Moonclaw Pack. But this time, he didn't look like a leader. Instead, he looked like a man who had been to war.
His cape was soaked in blood. Not splattered, soaked. His hands were stained red. One sleeve of his breeches torn, his shoulder sagging like the weight of the world had broken his very bones.
Then his blue eyes found mine and everything inside me stopped.
“No,” I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper. “No. No, don't!”
“I'm sorry,” he rasped, trudging closer. “Emilia, he's … he's gone.”
“No…” The flower bouquet slipped from my hands and fell to the altar.
Mariah pressed a soft hand on my shoulders but I moved away.
“Emilia…” her eyes glistened and I heaved.
Air. I need air.
“I'm so sorry.” Alpha Dominic's voice trembled and his gaze dropped.
“No…” My knees gave way. The ground rushed up to meet me, but I didn't feel it. I didn't feel the arms that tried to catch me. I didn't hear the wails erupting around me or the panicked shouts from the guests. The only sound I heard was the shattering sound echoing inside my chest. The sound of something breaking.
Alpha Dominic fell to his knees before me, covered in blood, his voice breaking as he spoke. “It … was rogues. On his way here. They … they ripped him apart. I got there late. I … he fought to the end, Emilia,” he sobbed. “He was trying to get to you.”
I couldn't breathe.
I thrashed at the arms holding me, like I could find Lorenzo. Like he was a few steps away if I reached further.
“No … please …” I begged no one in particular. “No, he promised me. Lorenzo … promised me he'd come back. He said he would “
As I struggled, my veil fell off and my hair tumbled free.
Everything felt so wrong.
It was my wedding day but people were crying. Mothers were holding their children, covering their mouths in shock. My own father stepped forward but stopped when he saw the dreadful look in my eyes. His hands curled into fists like he didn't know what to do. Like he didn't know how to comfort a girl who had just become a widow before ever becoming a wife.
Through the blur, I heard her. My stepmother.
“She's cursed,” she said, not even trying to whisper. “First, her mother, now, her mate? Death follows that girl around like a shadow! I'm certain of it!”
My head whipped towards her, eyes blazing with rage. But before I could speak, before I could scream, another voice tore through the hall like a storm.
“Who would want my son dead?!” Alpha Dominic's voice cracked like thunder.
Silence spilled into the hall like water, drenching out the voices and whispers.
Then he turned to me, his gaze bloodshot and wild that it made even my soul flinch.
“Do you know who would do this, Emilia?” He asked. “Do you know anyone who would want Lorenzo dead?”
He looked at me not as the girl his son loved but as a suspect. A curse.
When I didn't answer, he barked. “Emilia!”
He stepped forward but I didn't flinch but I wanted to.
“Do you know anyone who would want Lorenzo dead?” He repeated.
I searched his eyes for a shred of reason, for mercy, for something humane but all I could see was rage and sorrow.
And I — Goddess help me — I don't have an answer.
Because maybe someone did want him dead.
Maybe that someone wanted me to suffer.
And maybe that someone was in this room.
PAULAPaula was on her way home, still contemplating on how she was to meet the man at the club, when she suddenly discovered a blue colored SUV, packed at the entrance of her gate.Strange, Paula certainly wasn't expecting a visitor in her apartment. She became slightly nervous about the car that was packed at the entrance.The moment she arrived at the gate, she was surprised to see a quite familiar guy from the club. Yes, she remembered him as the guy who accompanied the man she hit at the club.Suddenly, the realization hit her that the man might have come looking for her for revenge.Oh, no! She should have known that thole rich people never forgives, and they will look for you to the ends of the earth if they have to. She's so done for.Paula began walking slowly towards the entrance, where the guy stood aside his car, probably waiting for her.She tightened her grip on her bag while approaching the guy.H
Paula! Explain to me why you did that back there?”At this point, she knew she was in big trouble. She had been biting at her hand for raising it at the guy in the club. It wasn't her fault though, if he hadn't disrespected her by making a whore out of her, she wouldn't have hit him.Yes, she was in desperate need of money, but that doesn't automatically make her a whore.Katrina and Bianca paced the floor of her apartment. Its obvious they are very much annoyed at her for hitting the guy. If only they knew what he said to her.“Listen, I know I shouldn't have hit him, but he deserved it!”They both stared at her as though she said something ominous.Katrina walked up to her with so much anger in her eyes.“Do you know the guy you hit is the most powerful and influential Mafia billionaire in the whole of Southampton?”At that moment, Paula panicked. She missed her step and staggered
He was so taken aback by the boldness of the little woman in front of him. To be honest, when he first saw her sitting next to his brother, he was knocked out of his feet.Such a beautiful girl with dark long hair and hazel green eyes. Her lips so full and pink, the exact type that begged to be kissed.He watched her critically, and from his observation, she didn't seem like a regular at the club. He knew a naive and clueless virgin when he sees one.The fact that she's drinking alcohol with his brother made him grit his teeth angrily.He didn't understand why Eric only go for the virgins, it's not like he will keep them close after he deflowered them.This young lady is about becoming his brother's victim, but he won't allow it.He wondered why virgins are now turning wild and are willing to have sex with just anyone.For some it's the money, while for others, it's just sex."It's time to go home, Eric." At this point, he knew
She stood at the entrance of the club, shivering nervously. Looking to her right, was Bianca and left Katrina. The girls are used to being at the club, but for Paula, this was her first.Paula took a deep breath still very nervous at what she was about doing."Don't be nervous, trust me it's going to be fine, Paula,” Bianca said, chewing her gum like some slut.God help her, if it weren't for the sake of her mom, she wouldn't have been here.Paula couldn't graduate from highschool since there was no money for it and her mom is laying sick at the hospital.The club became her only choice in other to save her mom.After their I.D's were checked, they were allowed to go in.Paula followed behind them, nervously.When they got into the club, the first welcomed she got was the smell of alcohol and sin, not to mention the loud music that was playing on the background.Paula stood dead on her tracks, this wasn't
Standing close to his window, he watched the coolness of the sea breeze, he breathed fresh air.This was his favourite spot and place to bed.Three years ago, he bought his four-story duplex which was built close to the ocean.He stayed with no one, just him. Whenever he was done with the day's work, he went to his private house to cool his nerves.After spending a few more hours at the window, he decided to head back to bed.He laid on his king-sized bed, picked up the TV remote and tuned to a football channel and watched the players play.While watching, he was waiting for a call to come in on his phone.After waiting for more minutes, the number called, which was named Fox."Boss, I've found a few whom i think will match your taste."Darren smiled cockily, now his plan had been activated. Without wasting much time, he left his bed for
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