Dear Readers ❤️ I need to inform you that the next chapter will come with a trigger warning, involving a description of physical and sexual abuse. If you find aspects of abuse uncomfortable to read about, feel free to skip the following chapter.
*TRIGGER WARNING* The third scene in this chapter contains a description of sexual and physical abuse."You need to be fucking kidding me!" Emily growled, striding back and forth through the length of my room.I sat on the bed with my legs curled up and my arms folded around my knees. I couldn't stop my body from trembling. I had taken an emergency sedative pill, one I had sworn not to use unless necessary. It was necessary now. Something that had been my personal trauma had a chance to become a publicly known fact. But worst of all, my rapist was now a victim… and I was a possible murder suspect."This is insanity!" Emily threw her hands in the air and walked another round of steps across the room. "Fortunately, your boyfriend can confirm your alibi and stop this madness."I shook my head. "I can't involve Aiden in all this."Emily stopped walking. Her head snapped in my direction. "Are you crazy?! Why the hell not?! He already knows everything, so what's the problem?!"I glared at h
I woke up screaming. It took me more than two or three minutes to fully acknowledge that I was in my bed and my apartment, not inside my horror scene from four years ago. I dreamed about that night many times, but this time my dream was different. The gaps in my memory finally filled, presenting one detail that my brain had erased before, a detail that now caused my whole body to rattle. There was someone else in that room, someone I had forgotten. It was a man, possibly in his thirties, with short black hair and a scar…My scream brought Emily to her feet. I felt guilty for waking her up, but when I told her that I was all right and that she should go back to sleep, she replied, "Bullshit! I will wait until you calm down!"She lay down beside me on the bed, grabbed my hand, and tangled our fingers. Minutes passed, and my breathing rate finally slowed down. My pulse became less frantic, and my mind put my thoughts in order. I told Emily about my nightmare and about the new fragment I
I blinked a few times, processing Aiden's words. "Are you serious?"He chuckled. "Of course, I am. I thought that I made it clear before. I want us to be together. You don't want to?""I do, but—""Then is there anything wrong with what I said?" His brows rose, causing his blue eyes to become even bigger and more dangerously alluring. "People in a relationship are supposed to look after each other. I want to protect you. Besides, if the police decide to question you, I think I'm your alibi, am I not?" He smirked.I sighed. "You are right. People in a relationship should look after each other—""Glad that you agree.""—and that is why I don't think you should be near me... for now," I said and watched him frown. I pushed my hands against his chest, freeing myself from his embrace. "It's not that I don't want you close; believe me, I do. But for now, I am nobody, and you are Aiden Hart. The press in Philadelphia will be interested in this story because the one who died was the son of a
Aiden's head snapped toward his mother. "What the hell is she doing here?!" he snarled, causing the raven-haired woman to flinch. I wasn't sure what this "fiancé" thing was about, but judging by Aiden's reaction, any kind of relationship with the brunette wasn't his choice.Vivienne Hart frowned. "That was extremely rude of you, Son. Pearla has just flown from Nice, and she wanted to see you. I thought that you'd be happy to see your future wife. She's grown even more beautiful since last summer, is she not?"I could feel Aiden's blood boiling. His chest rose sharply as he sucked in a breath. His hand slid through my back. His fingers curled in my waist before possessively pulling me closer to his side. "Mother, Pearla, this is Charlotte Madison, my girlfriend. I would appreciate it if you stepped aside from the door and let us in." His cold tone froze everything around us, causing both women to stiffen.I wanted to stretch my hand to greet both women, but none seemed eager to acknowl
I wasn't sure I was breathing. I flipped the picture, locking my eyes on the details. Julienne's eyes were so bright and vivid, her smile so genuine. Aiden's smile… God… Were they lovers? Were they in a relationship? Had Julienne… loved him? My head started to spin, and I didn't even know how I found myself on the sofa next to Christopher. I knew that he was observing me, but I couldn't take my eyes off Aiden and Julienne. Drawing another breath, I flipped the photo to the back side and read the note again. I wasn't sure why I did it. Perhaps I wanted to make sure that I had read it correctly the first time, or I was secretly hoping it disappeared. Of course, the note was still there… "Yours, whenever you want me," I murmured, and I heard Christopher chuckle. My eyes finally shifted to him. He was rubbing his leg and looking at me. As our eyes met, he gave me a wry smile. "My brother…" He sucked in a breath. "You must have known that Aiden had a lot of women. She probably was one of
"He said fucking what?!" Emily shrieked as I told her about everything that happened during the dinner and after."You heard me." I sighed and gulped from my wine glass, deciding that only alcohol could help me put my thoughts in order.She sat beside me on the sofa and turned to face me. "Did he confess to a murder?"I rolled my eyes. "Seriously, Emily?"She shrugged. "Well, you're in a relationship. He trusts you."I drew a deep breath. "He told me he met Julienne at a party organized by Hart Global. They exchanged numbers, but nothing happened between them.""Or so he says," Emily interjected, and I frowned at her."He told me that Julienne had a crush on him, and I believed him. He also said that he used that fact and asked her to check on one of Hart Global's clients for him, knowing that she'd agree. He was working for a Japanese company then, so he didn't have access to Hart Global's files, and he didn't want to ask Caesar or Christopher to avoid a conflict. Julienne violated c
Michelle's eyes grew wide. Her mouth opened, and she stared at me like that for a moment until her mouth stretched and curved into a grin. "Does the CEO know?"I shook my head, a little surprised that she simply acknowledged that I was working undercover. "No one knows... and it is crucial that it stays this way." I studied her as my heart thundered.She finally nodded. "I won't tell anyone," she promised, raising two fingers. "I swear, I will keep your secret safe."I exhaled, relaxing my stiff shoulders and back. I took a huge risk telling her, but, at least, I no longer had to lie to one person I worked with."So, what's the plan?" She smirked, leaning forward on the table. "Have you gathered any evidence?"I took a deep breath. I had already told her the most sensitive part. There was no sense in hiding the rest of the facts. "My friend is an FBI agent. Julienne contacted him before she died. She said that Hart Global is involved in illegal activity. She was going to get the proof
I stepped back and stood before him, wearing nothing but lace panties and heels. All my embarrassment was drowned in the intoxicating sense of need. My fingers curled around the lapels of his jacket as I tried to break through the thick cloud of my arousal and comprehend what he said. "Live with you?" My voice came out thick and hoarse.He turned silent. The intense blue of his eyes pierced through me, sending a wicked wave of anticipation. He took my hands away from his jacket and shrugged it off his shoulders. Then he lowered himself, kneeling before me. His arms wrapped around my hips the exact moment his mouth found my hardened nipple. I couldn't stop the whimper that built in my throat, and his low growl told me just how much he loved the sound I made. He flickered his tongue over my sensitive skin while his hand slid to my other breast. His touch quickly formed waves of shivers that came and crashed against my aching sex.His mouth moved to the other breast while his hands moved