CHAPTER 168HEATHER’S POVRichard tried to make me feel better but I wasn’t fully giving in to it. I will feel a lot better, and be the happiest woman on the planet when he throws his garbage wife away from this penthouse apartment and our lives forever.“I’m sorry Hay,” he apologized, his voice very gentle and soothing to my hearing. “Please forgive B. She doesn’t know what she’s doing.”“She knows what she’s doing!” I blurted out, sobbing heavily. “She hates me and is out to destroy me. She's dangerous and the earlier you realize that, the better and safer it is for us. Who knows what she might do next and accuse me of?.... perhaps she could stab herself next and say that I did it. Maybe she could come back with bruises and cuts and broken bones and accuse me of hiring hitmen that did it to her…and you might just have to believe her…”I broke down in another outburst of tears, burying my face in my hands. I could tell Richard was extremely worried and cared for me a lot because he
CHAPTER 169HEATHER’S POVBy the time I was done adjusting myself, getting everything together and reaching downstairs, Richard was already seated on the sofa of the living room watching a movie.Thank goodness he hasn’t brought the drinks. I sighed in relief. That would have ruined the whole plan.While Richard and I were in my room, I heard the entrance door squeak open and slam shut. That meant the bitch has gone out. That makes everything a lot better. I hope she never comes back. I hope she gets hit by a bus or truck or falls off a cliff and her body is never found. As it stands now, that will make things a lot better now.“Hey,” I smiled at Richard as I took a seat very close beside him. “What are you watching?”He looked at me with a smile before looking back at the TV.“I just turned on the TV and found the movie interesting,” he said. He grabbed the remote and pressed the information button to check the title and description. “It says ‘The Idea of You.’”“Ok,” I beamed a smi
Chapter 1 BIANCA’S POV I wasn't that type of person that liked going to clubs or attending parties for numerous reasons - the loud music and noise that pounded violently in my heart and brain, the lust-filled gazes that gets thrown at you every second by both hungry men and women alike, the clashing mix of alcohol, sweat and colognes both cheap and expensive alike. But today, I had to overlook all that and more and just drag my butt to this place for reasons that threatened to drive me insane.I was seated near the bar with my best friend, Nina, further away from the crowd of overjoyed party guests in the dancefloor. She was enjoying her drink while I complained to her about how my parents were planning on arranging for me to be married to the son of the Alpha of our pack city.“I just can’t believe my parents will want me to marry someone I don’t even know!” I took a quick drink and furiously kept my glass cup back on the counter as if to smash it. “Isn’t marriage meant to be built
Chapter 2 BIANCA’S POV When I turned to glance at the person who was holding me and lying that I was with him, my breath caught in my throat as I thought an angel was sent from above to save me – He stood tall and straight like a towering spruce with manly locks of pitch-black hair curled against the V of his open silk vintage shirt and striking grey eyes like silver lightning that framed his handsome square face. “You don’t get to keep all the chicks in the world you know,” the drunkard whose name was Ben snarled at him in frustration. “I don’t,” the handsome stranger holding me replied smugly, sneering at him. “Only the pretty ones who want nothing to do with you. She’s with me so, stay-the fuck-away-from-her,” he spelled out in his face. Ben, the drunk guy, snarled the more and glared at him, creating a tense atmosphere. They looked ready to attack each other, and being caught in the middle made me a bit scared. It appeared they had a long-standing grudge like they were sworn e
Chapter 3BIANCA'S POVTwenty minutes later, we were already at a motel. He didn’t spend more than a minute on the receptionist desk which made me think he already had a room reserved. Perhaps, he was a visitor in the city and was living here. He did look like one who could afford to live in a hotel his entire life.We rode the elevator to another floor, but I couldn’t keep track because I was laughing uncontrollably, feeling like I was on a rollercoaster. It suddenly dinged, and we stumbled out like drunk teenagers about to go on a joyride. Well, mostly me; he was more concerned with keeping me from falling. He was my ride, and I planned to enjoy every moment with him tonight.People passing by glanced at us, mostly me, likely assuming I was acting crazy with my hysterical behaviour. But I couldn’t care less.Inserting his keys into a door labelled Room 152, he opened it and led me inside. Taking me to the bed, he had me sit on the edge, then knelt to take off my shoes.“You should
Chapter 4 BIANCA’S POV The handsome stranger left a wad of cash for me at the motel along with a small note on it saying, “TAKE THIS AND BOARD TAXI HOME.” Initially, I thought it was crazy because I had more than enough money for a taxi to any part of the city, and the amount was way too much. Surprisingly, it came in handy as I used it to buy a long faux fur coat to hide the love bites from my parents. After a speedy shower at the motel, I hurried home. Thea, our housemaid, who was a bit younger but more endowed than me, assisted with my hair, makeup, and outfit. We settled on a teal sequin gown, ankle-length with long sleeves and a turtleneck. Since my parents and my supposed future husband’s family were coming, I needed to appear decent and responsible like the ideal bride they expected. Plus, it helped hide the love bites on my body. Each time I see the love bites, I remember him and the magical sex we had, and I couldn’t help but smile like a teenage girl in love for the first
Chapter 5 RICHARD’S POV Bianca Sinclair, that was her name – her long golden hair flowed like strands of glossy glass on her shoulders, her eyes changed colours like a chameleon to match her surroundings, and her chic outfits complemented her lovely, dainty figure, reminiscent of a model or ballerina. I won’t deny she’s beautiful—a complete package. She’s a nice girl, and a bit naughty from last night’s experience. She appeared tough at her place, but once we’re married, I’ll gradually soften that tough exterior and make her fall for me. Every girl I meet always falls for me, and she won’t be an exception. It wasn’t her fault she got rejected. But who rejects a beauty like her? It’s like being given sugar and then spitting it out. What kind of idiot spits out sugar?! I couldn’t help but scoff as I parked at the bar and turned off my car. After the visit to her place, I needed a few drinks to unwind and take my mind off this marriage thing. The marriage wasn’t exactly what I wanted
Chapter 6BIANCA’S POV“Told ya he wasn’t bad,” Mum said as she wiped the dining table clean. She swayed her shoulders playfully, making funny faces that I found a bit awkward and embarrassing for someone called a mom. “If I were you right now, I’d be the happiest girl alive.”“You’ve got to be kidding me, Mom?” I frowned, eyebrows slanting in disbelief.Can they not like say something nice about him, even for a moment? Since he and his father left, I can’t be in the house for a minute without them mentioning his name. They made it seem like he was my only chance for a happy married life and that not agreeing to marry him was an offence. A punishable offence. Even Thea, to my surprise, joined them in praising him.Mum shrugged, still wearing that funny look on her face. I let out a heavy sigh, as if the weight of the entire world rested on me, and continued helping her clear the tables and do the dishes. If only they knew what he truly was, then they would forget how to even say his na