AMIYA'S POV I entered through the hall behind Lana and Martino. They stood in front of me. I ran my eyes on the interior. The wall was painted cream white and bright blue. There were sheer gold curtains covering large windows. It resembled me of Rubina' house back then. I did not get the time to admire the house in my grief. I was waiting for them to move on, I wanted to explore the house before meeting another family member. " Hey! Make your feet move. " I tapped on Lana's shoulder. I frowned when she didn't stir. I passed through them and it startled me, making my feet froze on the spot. My heart began to pound behind my ribcage, ready to hop out. " We are dead. " Lana said. " I told you Gorky and Tim are not trustworthy. You don't wanna hear me. We are dead. " I told her in a slow whisper, ' I don't wanna create any scenes. They are reckless and ruthless. ' " We are in f*****g hell now. " Lana yelled slowly so only we could hear h
She moved out of the room, rubbing her eyes, without knowing where her steps were leading her. She slowly slipped under his touch. His mood was scaring her the most. She did not want to begin her day with his scolds. She blinked the laziness out of her eyes as her mind fully woke up. She remembered last night. She was feeling dread with every step. Ethan didn't allow her to meet Jenna properly. Abruptly she stopped and sighted. She could see Lana hovering near the kitchen, " Lana, " She exclaimed loudly and rushed at her, " Are you alright? Did Michail hurt you? " She asked. ' I didn't know how much I was worried about her until I saw her. With Ethan I forget almost everything and yesterday under the effect of my dread.' " Hey, I'm perfectly fine. He didn't hurt me. " Lana said, turning at her. " Thank God. " She inhaled in relief. Suddenly, her expressions changed, " I'll see you later. " She said and took her steps fastly out of the k
AMIYA'S POV I got out of the house. It was getting hard to breathe. I needed fresh air. ' Lana likes him, Ethan, my husband.' How could she do this to me? Did she take me to show her wealth, power yesterday? It had nothing to do with friendship. Tears were making her eyes misty, giving a burning sensation. Tears were rolling down like a stream. Ethan wasn't happy with me either. At night when he hugged me, I thought everything would be all right. But I was wrong, he continued shouting in the morning. I didn't force him to marry me, it was he. He gave me this life, this title. She tried to distract her mind, glancing around the garden, lemon green grass, red roses at the one side of it. Nothing could help her. Her brain refused her to give up on Ethan. Her eyes were burning, her nose was running. She looked down at her. She was in the same dress. She rubbed her fingers on the cheeks. It made her fingers wet but couldn't stop the water running down h
She slowly opened her eyes, sighting an unknown environment. She blinked several times, confusion still clouded her features. There was pain in her head. She closed her eyes for a few seconds and then flung open, she hardened her gaze on the ceiling. She touched the left side of her forehead and found something rude on it. Fraught memories covered her thoughts, she straightened up with a jerk. She wandered her eyes around and an unfamiliar sight, silver and blue interior welcomed her. She quickly stood up on the floor from it. She glanced at her clothes. It was changed. She was in black gown. It frightened her. Someone else's touch on her body made her hate herself, " No! No! No! " She squealed. Tears made its way out without warning. The door slammed open, showing Kattie. There was a deep frown on her forehead, " I changed it. Relax. " But her voice was calm. She blinked, making tears fall down. Questions were hovering over her brain. Why did they
The maid put the tray on the small table. She did not gaze at it. She wasn't hungry at all. She wanted to be with her husband. Her throat choked with tears. She closed her eyes and breathed in and out deeply. It couldn't help her. Tears streamed down her face. She brushed them away with both hands. He'll find me. Please God, send him. " Why the f**k are you crying? " A loud voice came from behind. She did not turn to look at him. She never considered, she would cry for her kidnapper who compelled her to marry him and forced himself on her. " I'm talking to you. " He rudely told her and contorted her to face him by holding her upper arm. " Don't you dare to touch me. " She jerked his hand away and backed away from him, " Let me go, please. I'm requesting you. " She said to him with pleading eyes. " You are mine. " He wickedly told her. " I. Belong. To. My. Husband. " She glared at him, " He'll find me. " She said. She wanted to pr
Exasperatedly, he raked his hands in his hair, " M***erf**ker, " He cursed as he breathed in deeply exhaled in aggression. He glared out at the inky sky. His brows pulled together, his fisted hands were resting on the glass wall. The sun was about to set down. It was increasing his frustration making him more aggressive. The phone rang on the desk. His full attention was on the plan. How to kill his enemies, how barbaric their death should be. His phone chimed in his pocket. He drew his clenched hand to his pocket and fished it out. He hoisted it up. " Secret meeting, Ethan. You're not here." A heavy mocking voice came from the other side. He disconnected the call. He strode out of the office. He took the private elevator and hit the top floor' button. His jaw was clenched all the time. He was feeling helpless. It was the most hateful feeling. He breathed in and out calmly, mulling over the situation. The night was going to fall soon. H
Her heart was beating frantically. She could feel every loud thud against her ribcage. She shifted on her arse, terrified to make any noise that could attract her kidnapper to hurt her. She wasn't supposed to be here. It terrified her more while her eyes were blindfolded. She swallowed in her fright. The unknown, unseen threat was surrounding her, it was making her body shiver in dread. She struggled against her bound wrists. She was putting pressure on her mind, to recall the things to avoid the unwanted dreadful feelings. ' If it would be Robbie, he must have shown his face. It has been hours. I'm sitting here, my hands and feet are tied to the chair. It can't be Robbie. He won't hurt me, not after what happened a month ago. ' Her heart beated louder and the rustle of her movement was audible in the darkroom. She could feel the coolness of the darkroom. ' Ethan will find me. ' Tears welled in her eyes. The black silk soaked it, quickly.
(A Few Days Ago) Her eyes were finding him. He was nowhere to be seen. She listened to noises out on the backyard lawn. She stepped onto the lawn and got all sitting around a round table, some sipping coffee and some tea. She moved her eyes on all faces but didn't get him among them. All heads swiveled at her side. She managed a smile and turned on her heels. She came out hoping to see him. She wasn't interested in being the center of his exes' stares. Although they were good friends now. When she found them gazing at him. She felt a pang of jealousy. The night was closing in. She pushed away her feet from the lawn to back in the house. She could feel sadness growing. " Mia, " She froze on her feet and numbed in fear. She was grateful that he protected her from goons. But his intentions were good. He wanted to keep her as his slave. Her heart began to thud. She pivoted as her fearful eyes rested on him. Gradually, he took steps at her. Her bod