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my mother-in-law said. Bella's POV I stared at all of them and wished the discussion would come to an end because it reminded me of the day I saw his corpse with a white substance in his mouth, thinking about it almost made me puke but I held myself back. "Is everything alright my love?" my husband asked He quickly took me out of the living room and we went to the bathroom together "Are you having any issues?, I can get a doctor to come check up on you right now, how about that?" he asked.

I explained. I felt hot liquid running down my cunt I instinctively put my hand there and took it out I saw blood, I looked at Vincenzo and he looked bewildered. He used his hand to rub his length and there was blood. “Why aren't you giving your virginity to your husband? Why are you giving it to me?” His tone was stern and I was becoming uncomfortable.

His blood. ‘Tell me, where is my husband? Where is he??’ I screamed but when I looked up there was no one there to answer me. I ran, searching. Looking. And finding nothing but just then a stretcher rushed past me and I saw him. I ran after him. My wet feet slipping on the tiled floor. He didn’t look good. His skin was ashen. Burnt. Bruised. His lips looked slightly blue, cracked. And when I reached him I noticed his chest wasn’t moving even though there was an oxygen mask strapped to his face. And there was more blood soaking through the bandage at his side. So much blood. Too much.

He is now breathing heavily and his sweats started dripping from his body. " Today's sex was more interesting," he said licking away my tears very nastily. A whimper left my mouth when he pulled out his manhood from my vagina which is continuously bleeding. I saw blood on his manhood as well and I felt like vomiting. But, now I'm in so much pain that I felt like my lower abdomen has paralysed. " I am going to take a shower," He told me and left for the washroom. I looked at the bed sheet and it's now covered with too much blood. Seeing so much blood, anyone will assume that someone was murdered here.

I followed the sound and reached a cage type room which was screaming danger. I knew I shouldn't enter the room but it was like my legs had minds of their own. As I entered the room I saw something which was enough to push me back to my darkest days. There was my husband standing in the middle, drenched in blood as he was taking the eye out of the man who was tied to the chair.

He had three tonics with him and disinfectant with ointment. Fin came out of the bathing chamber, not shocked to see Jax there. "It's all over her. She says it doesn't hurt... but I am starting to feel it through our matebond," Fin said, loosening his shirt. Then Jax noticed red bleeding through his shirt. "Fin... are you bleeding too?" His eyes moved from Fin's back to the bathroom door where Nova was. His jaw worked once. Fin looked down to see blood coming through his shirt. "What the..."

His attention was entirely fixed on a small, wooden box he was holding in his hands, his fingers shaking so badly that the wood rattled against itself. My gaze traveled down to his hands, and my breath caught in my throat. A dark, thick liquid was slowly seeping through the bottom seams of the box, dripping onto the clean stone floor with a soft, rhythmic patter. It was blood, fresh and unmistakable, staining Narek’s fingers a deep, horrific crimson. "What is that, Narek?" I asked, my voice dangerously low as I stepped out of bed, the cold stone floor shocking my bare feet, though I barely felt it. "Where did you get that?"

Emily's POV I was packing my husband's suitcase and found a box of used condoms in the pocket. I open the box and find only four condoms even though the box says it's a pack of six. A wave of nausea washes over me as I sink onto the floor in disbelief - I'm afraid of what this means. Ten years of good, solid marriage. We’d gotten comfortable, perhaps too comfortable, but still, I thought we had true love. Louis wouldn’t throw it all away on some random business trip, right?

I asked. “Thats none of your business. Don’t come to this floor ever again.” He said harshly. “Okay. You don’t have to be rude about it.” He didn’t say anything else. He walked up to the other door and it scanned his face and he went inside. I noticed that a trail of red liquid followed him while he was going inside. I bent down and touched the liquid with my fingers and smelt it. It was blood. His blood. He looked like he was in pain when speaking and he was limping too. What could have happened?

I reached for his belt buckle, my heart hammering against my ribs as I undid it, the metallic click echoing in the room. He helped me, pushing his trousers down until they pooled around his knees. As the fabric fell, I gasped. His boxers were already stained with a dark, wet patch of precum. The sight of it, the physical evidence of how much I had him affected sent a surge of power through me that was almost dizzying. Julian had never been like this. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down. They joined his trousers at his knees, and then he was there.