I have tried making arrangements to see Kieran, but I heard he traveled on the very day he saved me. I tried calling him but could not reach him. I kept wondering what he was hiding from and why he didn't want anyone to know that he was present on the day that I was nearly attacked by those men. I wondered if he had traveled because of the school vacation or if he was scared of something.I wanted to get to the bottom of the whole drama, but the only hiccup I was facing was how to get a hold of Kieran."Shit, I don't even know much about him." The realization made me even more scared: could he be a spy or a hitman?After a few days, I came to the conclusion that he was either hiding or that he was also abducted. I was desperate for answers and didn't know what to do. I have never seen him with any friends or family members. I called Karen to see if she heard from Kieran, but she also didn't know his whereabouts.I decided to forget about him and focus on the wedding that is a few days
KIERIAN'S POVI was still cooped up in my room, mourning my defeat, when the housekeeper yanked open the curtain, causing light to flood into the room."Ouch!" I screamed, holding my hands up to block the light."I'm sorry, sir, but you have been in here for quite a while now; I'm beginning to get worried," she said, standing close to the bed. I wanted to skin her alive, but I just couldn't; she was more like family than a housekeeper. I tossed to the other side of the bed, away from the sunshine."Do you want something to eat, sir?" I was surprised she was still here; I thought she had left already."I'm fine, could you leave me already?" I yelled at her. I heard footsteps as they retreated, and before I knew it, the door creaked open.I sighed in relief, recoiling in bed. I had been heartbroken and unable to move an inch from the bed since I came back from dinner at Mace's mansion. It wasn't as if I was sick or something, but I was too heartbroken to say
The girls were already dressed in their dresses. We lodged in the Vienna Hotel, one of the Hunter's establishments. Even though we wanted a small wedding with only close friends and family in attendance, we wanted nothing less than luxury. I had already taken my bath and was ready for the makeup artist to doll me up.I silently prayed that my face wouldn't look puffy. I have been eating more than usual lately; it is as though I am possessed by a gluttony spirit.I slipped into my gown, and Grace helped me tie it up."It entered, that's perfect," I screamed happily. Honestly, I have been worried that the gown won't fit. It was a big relief to see how beautiful it looked on me."You're a perfect, girl," Grace said, hugging me.Grace did some finishing touches, and we were ready to step out for the ceremony.I was in the room talking with the girls and waiting to be called on when Karen walked in from the bathroom."Tilda, there is something I have been wanting to ask you," she said, lo
I woke up a little earlier than usual, next to the love of my life. I don't know how to describe the feeling, but it feels just as though life will finally allow me to have it all. It has been a week of peace, away from all the drama. It has been one week since the wedding, and it's been nothing but bliss these days. I sometimes wish we could spend the rest of our lives here in the Maldives, but I knew Mace wouldn't have it; he would practically remind me that New York is his kingdom, and as the king, he can't leave his kingdom unprotected. I would willingly abdicate the throne when it's becoming a threat to my life, but I guess Mace was wired differently.I tried as much as I could to leave the memories of what happened at the wedding in New York and have a blast here in the Maldives. But it sometimes has a way of creeping into my mind."We will sort it out when we get home," I reminded myself. Looking at how peaceful Mace looked as he slept, this was all I ever wanted—to know that h
ANASTASIA HUNTER'S POVI froze at the door. I stood transfixed at the spot for more than 5 minutes, mouth wide open and unable to scream. I couldn't believe my eyes. Francesco was pants down with one of our maids. That monster was raping one of the maids at gunpoint. He dared disrespect me on my turf and at our engagement party, with guests right outside jeering us on. I lost the last shred of hope I had that I might still turn him into a human after all. I was speechless, wondering about his temerity to rape our maid at gunpoint at our engagement party. He turned around to see me standing at the door, looking surprisedly at him, but he didn't budge. He had his fill with the maid, and he pulled his cursed dick out of her. He stood up and moved away from her, while the maid crawled to a corner, crying profusely.I was pained in my spirit, seeing how satisfied he felt. He pulled his trousers up, buttoned them, placed his gun back in his gun holster, and walked toward
ANASTASIA HUNTER POV"We had lost quite a lot of our men at the hands of Francesco Ricci," Ana turned pale and sad. "I am sorry you had to experience all this.""They were good soldiers with loving families, and Francesco killed them all.""Gilbert, my father, died a few years after my wedding. Francesco laid ambush on them, and after exchanging bullets with them, Dad escaped with some wounds, and it was actually what killed him." I grabbed a handkerchief and damped my eyes with it, cleaning off the moisture that had formed in it."Why not send him to hell, where he belongs?" Matilda blurted out angrily without thinking. I knew she was pained by the situation, and I, for one, am also pained. How do I start telling her the number of times we have tried killing that monster, but each time he has a sneaky way of cheating death?How do I explain to her that I nearly lost Sergio on one of his hunts for Francesco?"We believed that he made a deal with the devil to kill
"Yeah," he calmly replied."The first day at the school parking lot," I chipped in."No, it wasn't the first day we met; don't you remember me from somewhere?" he asked."No, I don't," confusion written all over me,"What game is he playing this time around?" I asked myself."We met for the first time on January 6th; don't you remember?" he said."6th of January," I repeated, wondering why the date sounded so familiar. I was about to ask him about the date when it hit me."That date, how do you know it?" I inquired."Why, do you remember me now?" he curiously asked."Not really," I replied. I could sense the disappointment in his voice when he let out a sigh."I know it was your mom's death anniversary the day we met," he said to me. I was wondering just how far he researched on me; I don't remember telling anyone about my mom's death anniversary. I find myself wanting to be all alone each time it's my mom's death anniversary."How on earth do you know that? Have you been watching me
I was tired of these secrets, and I think it was time I told him the truth. I can't continue to keep this a secret from him.Mace looked at me a bit puzzled and with a piercing look to ascertain what was wrong with my facial expressions. I wrapped my hands around his arm, and we went over to sit on a stone in the corner."Can't we do this at home, Amorino?" he queried me, still confused by my disposition."We should do it here," I quickly replied. I just wanted to get it off my chest already.I cleared my throat a little; I didn't know how to put it or where to begin my story. I just didn't want him to get angry, but from every indication, it was inevitable."Amorino, you're scaring me with this whole drama.""I thought you didn't get scared at all." I teased him"I don't get scared, Amorino, but when it gets to you, I'm scared as hell. You're my weakness, my undoing, Amorino." He caressed my cheeks gently.Tears began forming in my eyes when I heard him call me that. I didn't mean to