༺RAYNE༻ I watch the silent exchange between Liam and Daniel, observing how they glare at each other with intense hatred. These two must detest each other so much. And what did Liam mean by Daniel tried to kill him? Did he mean that figuratively or...? Daniel doesn't bother denying the allegation. His lips curl into a bitter smirk and adjusts his suit before fixing his gaze on me. The space between his eyebrows crinkle on seeing me. “Who's this?” His voice is tinged with something. I can't really tell but it makes my skin crawl. I don't know why I feel the need to jump in and respond, “Hi, I'm Rayne. I'm Liam's—” But Daniel cuts me off before I can finish. “If I had known we were bringing Liam’s dirty tramp of the week to dinner, I would've brought a dumpster,” he hisses, shoving his hands in pockets while giving me a once-over. I stiffen at the insult, my face flushed off its colour. Liam may have told me to expect hostility from this asshole but I didn't think it would be this
༺RAYNE༻ “There's my lovely fiancée.” Liam smirks and pulls me in his arms. He snakes his hands around my back and holds the scruff of my neck before pulling me in for a deep, sultry kiss. His fingers tickle my bare skin with light caresses. My body flares hot and tingles swim under my skin. I don't know when I moan against his lips. Liam breaks the kiss and whispers in my ear, “Did you just moan?” “What am I supposed to do when you kiss me like that?” I try to hide my flushed face and just smile like an idiot at the sea of people. Yup, that's what we've been doing all week, faking it till everyone believes it. We're at Lucas' estate again tonight, precisely in his garden this time. Lucas decided to throw a huge party in honour of me and Liam. He plans on officially announcing our engagement and showing us off to the world. There's no one happier than Lucas for our engagement. No one even comes close. “Might I remind you that all of this is just an act?” Liam hugs me from behin
༺RAYNE༻ I glance back at Liam, who's still staring at the woman, his hand tightening around mine almost painfully. The two of them are looking at each other like they're the only ones in the garden. “Liam? Liam,” I murmur and wriggle my hand in his grip to catch his attention. “Is everything okay?” He finally peels his eyes from her and turns to me before letting go of my wrist. He apologizes to the old man for getting distracted and excuses himself to answer a phone call. My mouth just falls open as I watch him leave. He didn't even care to give me as little as a simple answer. Hmph! What a jerk! It's my turn to stare at the woman. I observe as Daniel leaves her and joins Leo to speak to Lucas. The woman is left standing all alone, smiling at whoever walks past her. Her stunning pink dress is fluttering in the soft breeze as she looks around. She's really pretty. I understand why Liam or any man would find her very attractive but then... Why do I get the feeling that there's mo
༺RAYNE༻ "We are gathered here today to witness the union of Henry Campbell and Rayne Sullivan in holy matrimony," the priest booms throughout the church hall, a small smile planted on his lips. This is it! I clutch my bouquet, my eyes locked on Henry's eyes as he gently reaches for my hand. I'm finally getting married to the man of my dreams! What could possibly go wrong? "And now, before we proceed, I must ask, is there anyone here who thinks these two should not be wed? Speak now or forever hold your peace," the priest continues, looking around the room. Oh, the formalities! I want to laugh. Like anyone would actually burst in through those doors right now and object to our wedding. Stuff like that only happens in— "Whoa, hold up, people!" A loud voice cuts through my train of thoughts and I turn back, along with every single person in the church to see a dark-skinned woman stomping in. "This whole damn wedding ain't happening on my watch!" She yells again, coming over t
༺RAYNE༻ I freeze on my seat, my entire body goes stiff. But my heart lurches and a wave of heat washes through me. I find myself leaning further into the kiss and breathing in the delicious scent of the stranger. He smells so good, so tasteful and so perfect. His lips, my God, his lips are heavenly, warm and delightful. This is so wrong. Why do I feel good about being kissed by a strange man? He pulls away from me and I want to whimper from disappointment. The man locks gazes with me as if he's searching for something in my eyes. His mouth parts slightly open, letting a ragged gasp escape and caress my face. I shudder at the touch of his hot breath and feel my legs weaken. He's gorgeous—I want to say out loud. Dreamy grey eyes, beautiful, soft yet masculine features and lips that call my name without uttering a word. His powerful scent, his aura, everything about him is drawing me in. It's either that or the cocktail is taking a toll on me. "I've missed you, my little vixen,
༺RAYNE༻ The dark, fierce look in his eyes becomes more intense and my body trembles. I've never been naked in front of any man other than Henry. And oddly, I've never felt this good at the thought of getting fucked before. He lowers his head to the centre of my thighs and roughly spreads them apart. When his hot breath grazes my sleek folds, I want to melt. I part my legs wider, giving him all the access he needs to do his dirty work on me. Henry rarely ever went down on me. He claimed it's too disgusting yet he pressured me to suck him off a lot. My hot British jerk starts caressing my mound, running his fingers over my fleshy smoothness. I had shaved thoroughly for my wedding night and even went as far as waxing my bikini line, hoping to impress Henry. I never thought I'd be letting another man have it let alone a total stranger. This is thrilling and I'm so turned on right now. I forget for a while that I'm doing this for revenge. How can I not when he's touching me like he
༺RAYNE༻ It’s been a week since my life came crashing down. I’m broke, homeless and devastated. But at least I’ve got a roof over my head. Even if it’s a cheap dirty motel that could definitely pass off as a brothel. Thanks to the money that man had given me, I was able to pay for accommodation, get a few clothes and food. And now, I’m at the brink of being kicked out of the motel. I’ve also run out of my medication. I never would’ve thought my life would ever come down to this. I’ll never forgive you, Henry! The only fortunate thing about my miserable life right now is that I still have a job. I started working as an assistant secretary at Everhart Investments a few months before my wedding. It’s among the largest investment banks in the world. And like a fool, I deposited all the money I made into my and Henry’s joint account for our wedding. I trusted him blindly. Now look where it has gotten me. I’m back at work. I have to get my life together although, I’m not sure how
༺RAYNE༻ My eyes open groggily to find a man in a white coat standing next to me. I take in my surroundings. I inhale a deep breath when it dawns on me that I'm in a hospital. How did I get here? “Hello, Miss Sullivan,” the doctor speaks, observing me. “How long have I been out?” I mumble. “Just a few hours,” he responds. “It appears you have severe diabetes, type 1 diabetes to be exact. Your blood sugar levels were critically low but we got it under control. It seems you've been neglecting your treatment and it took a toll on your body.” I've been expecting this to happen but I dreaded it. I've got no money for my insulin injections and other medications. “How did I get here?” “A man brought you in this morning. He goes by the name Liam Everhart. He covered all of your expenses and paid for your follow-up treatment and medications. He's quite concerned about your health.” The mention of Liam's name takes me by surprise. He really paid for all of this? Why would he? H