After tucking Caleb into bed, Elena stepped out of his room and closed the door gently behind her. However, she paused, frowning when she tried to open her own room’s door and couldn’t.Strange, she remembered not locking it from the outside. In fact, she never locked it from the outside, considering she never really had the keys.What the hell was going on? Was the door stuck?She groaned. It was already past dinner, and after spending the entire evening at the beach, chasing Caleb and trying to ignore Simon and his advances, she was tired as hell. She just wanted to drop onto the bed and sleep for at least a century.But no. Luck wouldn’t have it that way, would it?She scrunched up her face in annoyance and went downstairs to find the caretaker—the only person who might know what to do with the door that refused to let her in. She found Sato, the old lady, in the kitchen as usual, wrapping up everything before heading to her quarters. When Sato noticed Elena, she turned her full at
Betty Adams sat in the waiting room on the hospital’s top floor, juggling business calls as best she could while her boss remained elusive.But that wasn’t her only concern at the moment.Ever since the big boss—Mr. Josh Matthews—had shown signs of consciousness, doctors had been parading in and out of his room as if carrying secrets in their pockets. They wouldn’t talk to anyone but the butler, avoiding eye contact with anyone else in the room.Betty hadn’t realized just how much power the family’s butler held until this very moment. None of the doctors or nurses entered or left Mr. Matthews’ room without first consulting with the butler.But that wasn’t all. There were guards outside the hospital, around the hospital, and inside the hospital—even in the elevators—keeping an eye on everything that moved or occupied space. There was so much security in the entire building that Betty wondered if she would ever be able to go home without raising suspicion.Not that she had anything to hi
Elena woke up with something heavy on her waist.She tried to shift, to turn, to glance over her shoulder, but Simon was so tightly wrapped around her back, she couldn’t move.She sighed. This was exactly what she was afraid of: that she would agree to move into his room, and he would leave no chance to make her life miserable.And why the hell was he suddenly so heavy? Did he sleep with weights in his pockets?God, she knew she was making no sense. But what more could she do?“Simon!” She tried to push him with her elbow, hoping he would get the memo and give her some space.But no. Of course not. Instead of moving away, he snuggled even closer, so much so that he was almost on the edge of cutting off her oxygen supply.“Simon!” She grunted again. “God, wake the hell up. I can’t breathe.”“Don’t you think it’s too early to be dramatic?” he rasped from behind, the words almost a rough whisper against her nape. So hot, so steamy, she almost felt a shiver run up her spine. Not just that.
Elena could have sworn she saw red.How ruthless could this man be? And even at the innocent age of ten? And what the hell was wrong with his father? How could he take a child for a hunt? How careless could he be?There was so much she wanted to say, so much she wanted to let out, but before she could get another word out, Simon rendered her speechless by shoving the door wide open and making her stumble backwards a little.Her eyes widened when she realized what the hell he had done.“You—” but she couldn’t even call him out on his stupid, smug face when he pressed her against the cold-tiled wall and locked her hands over her head.“You lied,” she finally gritted out, hating him for making a fool out of her. She was stupid to think he was telling her the truth, stupid to believe literally anything that came out of his mouth. Why couldn’t she just imprint in her brain that Simon Walsh couldn’t be trusted? That this man—this terribly handsome man with eyes so beautiful he could easily
Josh stood among the tombstones and stared at his wife’s name engraved on a white, shiny plaque.Shelly Matthews.The dates of her birth and death were printed below her name.Such a short life she had lived. She was only 27 when…He swallowed, unable to finish the thought and looked away, as if to distract himself, as if to collect himself, as if to force the weakness out of his system and do what he was there to do.When he felt his eyes wouldn’t betray him and he wouldn’t choke on the sorrow tightening around his chest, he shifted his gaze back to her, making a point to take a deep breath.He opened his mouth to say something, but only air came out.Why? He wasn’t sure. Maybe he had nothing important to say. Or maybe words would never be enough to tell her what he really wanted her to know.But what difference would it make even if he poured his heart out?Nothing. Nothing at all.For a moment, he imagined himself lying next to her, holding her hands, and tracing the lines of her p
Hey there, fabulous readers!Exciting news – I'm penning my inaugural "Author's Note" for this book. Why now? Well, because I just stumbled upon this sneaky little button in the corner, inviting me to add more notes. I swear, I've been as blind as a bat!But can you really blame me? I'm more like a copy-paste person.But enough about my technological misadventures, let's talk about you guys.Firstly, I owe you a big, bold APOLOGY (yes, all caps!) for my lack of replies to your comments. Blame it on my trashy phone and its trashier touch. Typing on that thing is like wrestling an octopus. But fear not, I do catch glimpses of your lovely comments whenever I can, and they make me grin like a Cheshire cat.Thank you, thank you, thank you for diving into my work with such gusto. Your presence here means the world to me. I've got mad respect for each and every one of you.Secondly, I would like to mention that, yes, I know I have messed up a few details in the book. For example, the color of
“Caleb, be careful!” Elena warned, her heart in her throat as she watched the little boy run ahead. The sea of other shoppers conveniently parted as he made his way to the toy store.Caleb slowed down just enough to glance back at Elena, a mischievous grin on his face. “Auntie Elena, you’re so slow. Are you getting old?”Elena chuckled, trying to keep up with his boundless energy, doing her best not to think about how Simon had done a thorough job of making a mess out of her, making her ache in places she didn’t even know it was possible to feel pain.Her back hurt from being pushed against the hard shower wall, and her legs still shook from the intensity of her multiple orgasms. But, it was the delicious, satisfying feeling of him being inside of her, and the warmth of him spilling himself into her that made everything worth it.A huge part of her knew she wasn’t being rational, that she was doing exactly what she had vowed not to do—fall for his charm. But dear God, how could someone
Betty Adams sat in the front seat of the car and tried her best to keep her gaze on the road. She couldn’t believe her heart was still beating so fast and loud underneath her chest. Why? Because every second spent in the company of Josh Matthews was like standing in front of the burning sun.A part of her was terrified of getting burned, while the other part remained in shock, unable to believe this was actually happening. It wasn’t exactly her fault, though.For almost two long years, she had seen the man play hide and seek with death. If not for the steady beat of his heart, a passerby could easily have declared him dead. The man hardly moved over the span of several months and gave hardly any signs of waking up soon. And now, seeing him not only awake but also walking and talking and brooding in silence, she felt mad anxiety pool deep in her stomach.Even now, as the three of them (including the driver) sat in silence, her shoulders remained stiff and her eyes sharper than ever. It