AceThe clicking of Serena's heels agitates my senses as I sit in my office located within the underground club that I own in this city as she saunters inside the room and walking around to where I am sitting, she leans back until she is perched on top of my table, facing me with that sultry look on her face."You look particularly disheveled today, Mr. Harrington." She whispers, placing her hand on my chest and I have to clench my hands into fists because they are currently itching to reach for my gun holstered against my thigh. "Mind if I help you with something?" She asks suggestively as her hand starts to travel down my chest, following the length of my torso before finally stopping just above the waist band of my tailored dress pants. I immediately reach down and wrap my hand around her wrist, stopping her right at that moment as I take her hand in a vice grip. It doesn't seem to bother her one bit. If anything, she is more excited and enticed by the idea of me being forceful.
AceThe elevator dings open, catching my attention away from my phone as I straighten up, taking in a deep breath just as the doors part and my ears catch onto a frenzy of noises coming from inside my penthouse. CLANG!The sound of utensils falling to the floor catches my attention as my eyes widen and my feet are making their way to the expansive kitchen of my penthouse. I still in my tracks the moment my eyes take in what's in front of me and my veins flood with simmering rage.Jo, the brute that Serena has hired to keep an eye on me is standing near the kitchen counter with his hands around my Meera's neck, squeezing the life out of her body as she claws at his hands trying to get him to stop. "Stop it." The words come out in a ragged hiss as I glare at Jo, making it a mental promise to myself that I will give him the worst possible death once I have defeated the Van Dykes. Jo stops in his assault of my wife as I catch the sight of a tear glimmering down Meera's cheek that sen
MeeraSerena's taunting laughter echoes through the cold room where she has me trapped as she steps back after beating me endlessly once again. My entire body aches and bleeds in places I didn't think was possible while Serena's white pointed toe heels make her appear taller as she stands over me with her foot pressed against the back of my neck. "You are filth, Florence." She spits, her heel digging into the side of my neck as more tears escape my eyes. "You are good for nothing. Your entire family has been killed by the way, and soon enough, you will die too." My heart cracks in my chest as the faces of my loving family flash through my mind. The same family I hadn't seen in two years since getting married to Alejandro. The same family who had stood by my side as I had accepted the marriage proposal made by my father's biggest rivals, thinking that Alejandro would make a good husband. Tears streak down the bridge of my nose as I keep lying there on the cold ground, limp and hope
Meera’s POV The morning comes with a flurry of clanging utensils, screaming cooks, and scared and nimble waitstaff making their way in and out of the grand kitchen of Alejandro’s penthouse as the charity gala— for lord knows what— commences in full swing out on the expansive terrace and pool area attached to the living space of this outrageously luxurious home. “Girl! One of the waitresses twisted her ankle and spilled champagne on one of the guests! Go clean up after her!” Marta— the head chef of Alejandro’s kitchen pushes a wiping rag in my hands— the sheer quality of the cloth making me wince. Nodding my head, I take the cloth from her and the wiper that Jo, one of the cleaners hands me, and make my way outside. If Alejandro wants me to be his maid, his secretary, his cleaning lady, then that is what he will get. And for now, I just have to hold on until I can manage to escape again. Even though I know just how unlikely that is. I keep my head down as I enter the swarm of wel
Ace's POV My heart ached watching my wife being disrespected and mishandled by Serena but what shocked me the most was what she said about Cairn. Oh, the utter horror I saw in Meera's eyes and the way they had widened with nothing but pure, liquid fear, was something that made my blood boil in my veins. Cairn and Serena ought to have done something extremely wrong to Meera while I had left her in that hellhole, and I am going to find out what it was before I make her pay. I will do that by hook or by crook. And then that bitch had made the mistake of pushing my wife onto the ground— another thing added to her list of offences. Serena Van Dyke will die in the most brutal and dangerous manner possible and I will make it a spectacle for the world to watch. Meera left after cleaning the floor a while ago and I found myself making small talk with one of the guests who had come all the way from Korea for this gala. To the world, this gala was being held by my company to celebrat
Meera's POV I hurtle into the nearest powder room that I can find, bursting through the door I allow the contents of my tray to go crashing down onto the floor before slamming the door shut as my tears start streaming down my face as I rush towards the toilet, attempting to hurl up anything that might be in my stomach. Nothing comes out. That figures since the last meal I had was two days ago. I slide down to the ground, resting my head against the wall as I try to swallow the taste of sheer disgust and horrifying disdain that I can still feel from the phantom sensation of Ace's hands grabbing at my body right in front of that...that monster...that demon who was looking at me with such hungry eyes since the moment I stepped into that damn room. I cannot believe the level of utter disrespect and cruelty that Ace has stooped to and I wonder where I went so wrong in the three years that I was married to him. I mean...even in those initial days when he didn't know me well enough, he
|Ace’s POV|My heart is racing inside my chest, threatening to jump out of my own mouth as I search room after room for Meera. The gala wrapped up an hour ago and all the guests have left for their respective homes. The sun sets upon the horizon of New York city, drenching my entire penthouse in the golden hues of the evening but as the tangerine turns violet, my worries grow because I still haven’t had any success in finding my wife. I haven’t seen her since she left my study this morning after I practically assaulted her in front of a pervert just so I could keep his paws off of her. Serena enjoyed the shit out of that show and I was left with nothing but utter despair and disgust with myself for having treated my wife in such a lewd manner. But after that, Serena had left me with Viktor for about fifteen minutes— probably disappearing to raise hell somewhere else— and in those fifteen minutes, Viktor had the gall to enquire about my wife at least twice before I had subtly warne
|Ace’s POV|Her blood stains the front of my white shirt. My shivering hands clench and relax while my knee bounces sitting outside the operation theatre where Meera’s injuries are being looked over. I cannot believe I have brought her to this. Not two days have fully passes since I entered her life again, and she is already fighting for it because of me. Serena has gone too far this time and when I called her up after admitting Meera into the hospital, there was not a single tinge of remorse in Serena’s voice. |Flashback| “WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE, SERENA?” I growled into the phone, the nurses and the patients passing me by looked at me with concerned and fearful glances as I turned my face to the wall while keeping the phone against my ear, waiting for her response. “Awwh, sweetheart, did you finally find your little bird?” She asks before her voice drops into feigned pity, “I hope you weren’t too late, she was rather too injured when I left her, and if you managed to find h