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I was already standing when he started. Not sitting. Not invited to sit. Standing in front of his desk like I was being judged. My father sat back in his chair, calm in a way that made my skin itch. His phone lay on the desk between us, screen facing up. I did not have to look closely to know what was on it. I had watched that video enough times already. “Nova Coldwell.” My full name. He only used it when he was angry.

I input my fingerprint, the door opened with a soft click, and I rushed into it, making sure to use all the locks so I'd feel at least a little bit safe. Cold dread settles in my bones as my eyes refuse to even close for a blink….the walls felt like they were closing in on me. It seemed like someone would suddenly crash into the walls and pull me away. I couldn’t understand why anyone would do this…and that too in the house of a man like Kirill. Does my husband have enemies I don’t know about? Hell, I don’t even know anything anymore….I don’t know my husband or the life he lives. Who would want this to happen…..?

I walked away from her and into my office to begin my activities for the day. BERNICE POV Words cannot do justice to how hurt I am feeling right now. All this while hoping he would have his fill very soon and then settle down with me, not even minding his reckless and lustful lifestyle. He just got married? Who stole his heart? Because Jason is not the type to fall in love, he is a cold-hearted bastard. A very possessive dominant who only wanted submissives. I have a very busy day. I know he is waiting for me, and I couldn't afford to lose this job now. I will put my shit together and move on.

I had no option but to do what she said. We slept in the same bed, on the extreme sides of the bed. Then I smiled wickedly and started the air conditioner and hid the remote. Now comes my favourite part... The room was getting very cold and Antra was supposed to cuddle me to get some heat from my body. I was waiting for it but she was hesitant in touching me. " Cut!! " " Antra... Hold him... He is your husband. Don't hesitate. " " Oh, God!! Now he is also hell-bent to make me believe that I am your wife. I am not. " She whispered and I ignored it.

He humbly respected my opinion and offered me this heavy duvet to cover myself from the cold while he slept there with nothing to cover himself. I am blushing so hard right now, for his kind gesture. Mr. Cold my Husband you are such a Darling. The only thing that gives me the wrong impression about you in the first place is your muscular build with your intense green eyes that seem to impose a cold demeanor on you and also seem to be scaring people around you.

My warm smile was still on my face and he nodded before his eyes landed on Malcolm. “Who's he?” He pointed at Malcolm. “He's my fri-” “I'm her husband.” Malcolm interrupted as I suddenly coughed out loud while Hayden looked at me in astonishment. “You're marr-ied?” He stammered, disbelief written all over his face. I bit my lips hard, feeling the need to squeeze life out of Malcolm. “I'm sure you weren't deaf when I said I was her husband,” Malcolm replied instead and I sighed in frustration. How did he even know I was in New York? He just came ruining things for me, he successfully messed up my emotions and mind yet again, and now this. I didn't want anyone to start viewing me as a married

"I hate people like you, born with everything handed to them. Let's see if you can feel pain—if you'll scream like an animal!" Her round, doll-like face twisted into a mask of rage, eyes glinting darkly. The throbbing pain at the back of my head made my vision blur, and I was on the verge of blacking out. Yet, clinging to the last shreds of consciousness, I managed to stammer, "W-Who are you? Why do you say my husband wants me dead?" She scoffed as if she had heard something hilariously absurd. "Husband? You stole my Harry, and now you have the nerve to call him that? Don't think that being married makes you anything but the other woman! My name is Giselle Tanner, and I was with him first,"

I don't know why, but I sank back and hid from her gaze my chest thumping loudly. I didn't imagine it but she smiled at me, as if she knew I was there the whole time and smiled a bloody red smile that almost made my blood cold. She was icy cold. She would really fit Nik, they will make beautiful I've cold babies. Even I could acknowledge the truth in that. I bent there in shame, waiting for them to leave and when they finally did, I sighed. it was a mixture of shame, and a reminder that it was someone just like that woman that my husband had being hiding from me all these while

She drew in a deep breath, her finger digging into her Tangled locks "And one faithful day, my husband returned, and on that same day, there was news all over the place that Mr Black Donovan passed away due to an illness. I knew my husband was a personal doctor to him but that was not my problem at the moment as my priority was my kidnapped daughter. And that very day by midnight, my daughter was dropped right in front of our house, untouched," She said making my brows crease deeply

When Zachary caught my lower lip between his own, a tingling numbness spread through half my body. “Mmph… release me…” Though my words were meant as a refusal, they emerged in a voice so soft and breathless that I barely recognized it as my own. “Zachary, stop kissing me… I feel terribly warm. What is happening to me?” Zachary gave no reply. Without warning, he lifted me into his arms. Startled, I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck as his voice, low and almost hypnotic, brushed against my ear. “Let us not sleep in separate beds tonight. Harriet, judging by the strength of the highly potent perfume, my father seems rather eager for us to consummate the marriage. How could we possib