He was scared shitless by what he had heard. Jordan was restless since his encounter with Ysabelle and Andrew, he had only followed Ysabelle because of the suspicious way she left the room after she thought he was asleep. He had found her meeting with the thugs, the previous night suspicious, thinking she was taking laws into her own hands to defend him. But what a fool he was. He was just a job, a fucking mission she was on. It hurt to think about it. She was the first woman he loved genuinely and the stinge of betrayal tasted bitter on his lips. He had thought her presence in Bells Agency a surprise and had not thought much of it. But knowing she was on an assassinating mission was enough to make his blood cold. She had deceived him. He didn’t even know what was real between them anymore. He was so lost in thought that he did not notice when Mark tapped him on the shoulder. “Your presence is required in the meeting room,” he said whispering, he looked uncomfortable. Mark was terr

“I hate hospitals” came the croaked groan of Jordan Bells as his celebrity mood kicked in. His head was bandaged and his shoulder was in a cast beside him. He roused his head up, gasping at the drip that was connected to his body. “I will suggest you don’t move at all,” Mark said hurriedly, seeing he was awake. Jordan groaned “What happened?” Mark looked at him suspiciously, his gaze forlorn. “ Are you saying you don’t remember anything? That is strange. It is not like you were shot in the head or anything. Perhaps your head had suffered a major hit when you were inside that boot” Jordan eyed him badly which shut him up promptly. He tried to sit up but abandoned the effort, mumbling in pain again. “Ahhh was pain reliever not administered?” Mark shook his head “How would I know that? I am not a medical practitioner you know. I will call the doctor to check on you” He said and made to leave the room. “Forget that for now. Come closer” Jordan commanded, Mark did not think much of t

Avidly monitoring Andrew’s movement with his phone as he sat in the makeup room. It has been three months since his father had given up the ghost. It had felt like a harsh nightmare. No one to call and nag at him, no one to bicker with him. No matter how much they fought, he loved his father so much. His only solace was the fact that Luke Morgan was also dead. Which was comforting. Getting the shares back was not an easy task, as some of the investors refused to sell. And the seating CEO was not friendly. Jonas Brick was frustrating every chance of Jordan becoming a major shareholder once again. But he didn’t relent. He worked relentlessly, gaining more fame and money to be able to buy them all off. He didn’t have the time to rule the company but he wanted the company registered back in his father’s name. Bells Agency should be in memory of him. It had not been easy but it was accomplished. First of all, Jonas was displaced as the CEO and a friend of his father assumed the position m

With the approaching Holidays, Ysabelle had asked for her well-deserved two days' leave. She needed a break from the looks and whispers. Otherwise, she might be tempted to break her good-girl act. If there was anything she hated the most about the whole thing. It was being in the same station as her brother, James. He controlled her schedule like she had no mind of her own. How her brothers expected her to marry Andrew was beyond her. Though she and Andrew had a working frenemy relationship. They would kill each other if they as much as sat to have dinner. But she could play along, if they all thought she was docile to that level then she would shake the foundation of their beliefs when she disappeared from the wedding altar. They were all so impossible. Her being quiet does not mean she was docile and agrees to their every wish. She would give them a mad awakening soon. Jordan rejecting her hurt like hell but she was a strong woman and would not break down so easily. She would climb

The sound of running water was what woke Ysabelle from her sleep. She was so exhausted and her body ached a tone. Her legs had not ached so much not even during all of her endurance training. Jordan had not allowed her to rest at all. He made love to her over and over. She had matched his stamina the first time but had soon allowed him to take the lead the other times. He was insatiable. She lay quietly as he came out with a towel tied around him. He came to her straight, “Come on, you have to shower. I have a few places to take you” “Where is that?” Ysabelle asked lazily “My family home is here. It is where my father was buried.” Ysabelle sat up at that but the pain made her hit Jordan “gosh, you caused this. You would not stop” “I didn’t particularly hear you stop me. You even encouraged me more, I remember you asking for more” “My boyfriend is so shameless” “Do you need help getting to the bathroom I can assure you that I can be of help” He teased her. He carried her anyway