Daniel POV:Sitting in Nina's dad's office I try my best to remain calm and not get involved as they speak but the more they speak the more I see how he doesn't even hide his distaste for Nina. It was one thing for him to tell me he wanted a son and was disappointed to get a daughter but to show her to her face is starting to piss me off"But dad this is my wedding I want Mom to be here," Nina says pleading her case and he just stares at her while smoking his cigar. Noticing her squirming in his gaze I squeeze her thigh to remind her to stand her ground"Mr. Takahashi if my wife wants her mother at this shitshow of a wedding that we both can't even have a say in the least you could do is allow her one wish, "I say meeting his glare with one of my own. He stares for about 3 seconds and then chuckles"I heard my daughter Mr. Peters but considering we both know why her mother can't be here is rather funny isn't it," he says and then it clicks. Nina turns to me and I know she noticed me s
Nina POV:This is the part in the movie where the bride stands in front of a full-body mirror staring at herself in a dress that she likes, getting married to the love of her life. Happy tears brimmed in her eyes at the thought that she'd finally made it to the day her little herself always dreamed ofInstead, all I see is the dread of knowing this isn't the wedding of my dreams instead it's someone else's. A truce between mafias for my unborn child to take over one dayI don't think I'll ever get over the fact my father killed my mother because I wasn't a boy. I spent most of the night crying about it until the need for revenge roused upI'm still going to go through with this wedding and if the opportunity reveals itself I might just kill my fatherNone of this is how I dreamed my wedding to go but at least I have Daniel. At that, a smile makes it to my face.I guess I have one thing to thank my dad for even though I hate thinking about it but he's the reason Daniel and I's paths cr
Bella POV: "Xavier's here," called Amari's mom, Elizabeth, her voice tinged with a mix of excitement and apprehension, standing by the window. I hadn't seen Xavier in three months, and I suppose it's for the best. He wasn't exactly a fun person to be around when Amari died. It had only been six months since that day, and the weight of the loss still hung heavy on all of us. Sometimes, I felt like Elizabeth forced these little get-togethers so we could all talk freely about Amari. Today, though, it was an exception because it was Amari's 19th birthday. The door swung open, revealing Xavier wearing a leather jacket, a black top, and dark jeans. He was carrying a duffel bag, and in his left hand, he held a picture of him and Amari on their wedding day, a bittersweet smile on his lips. Just the thought of that day made me feel sick. I clutched tighter onto my martini glass, my fingers trembling, feeling like I might need something stronger to get through this day. The memories flooded
Bella POV: Sitting on my couch, high on Percocet, I stared at the bottle of gin and the three lines of coke next to it. I was too high right now to figure out which one was more appealing. I slumped into depression when I got home; I mean, how could I not? Xavier had been in and out of rehab, but he stayed in the one Amari and I were in, specifically, in the room she stayed in the longest because he wanted to be close to her. So when Xavier pulled up a picture the facility had of her, I automatically shut down. But they made it worse when they started bringing up good, happy, fun memories. So it wasn't quite my fault right now that I relapsed. I didn't know how long it had been since I stared at these substances in front of me. I wanted to do both, but frankly, after I almost overdosed a month ago, I never wanted to experience that again, so I was taking it easy. Hearing a knock at the door, I wasn't sure if my mind was making it up or if someone was actually knocking. I wasn't t
Bella POV: The bed dips when he climbs off to take off his pants and then dips again when he climbs back on. He stops when my pelvis meets up with his. He looks at me then takes some of my wetness to rub over his swollen cock. It mixes with his precum making his tip glisten. I ache to put my lips on it but I need him inside me way more "Please" I plead moving closer to him. He sighs looking at my clit as he continues to rub himself. His balls rub on my ass as he picks up his pace. Looking at him bring himself close to a release my chest falls and rises rapidly. He looks like a sinful Greek god right now. His muscles flexing, his tattoos making him look so desirable. He looks down to find me looking and he grins slowing down his movements "You like watching me, Bella" he rasps halting to a stop and I nod at him. He takes my hand and grabs my index finger and middle finger. He brings his tip to them coating my fingerprints with his wetness. He lets go of my hand and he watches me.
Bella's POV: "Grief. That's what my life has turned into," I said, my voice a soft tremor echoing my inner turmoil. "I went from being a depressed teenage dirtbag who experimented with every single drug she could find at 14. Then I got myself into a rehab where I met a little girl who became my best friend. I got better for her, so she would know she could leave and not die in there like others. She managed to get out, but then she passed away a year and a half ago. The girl I got better for, the reason I fought so hard, passed away. They say you should get better for yourself, but what good is it if you have no one to celebrate your progress with? I mean, I should be proud of myself, and I am, but life sucks, and drugs just numb the pain. I relapsed a lot after she died, but a friend who helped me get better before is helping me again. And thanks to you wonderful people, I feel like my life is getting better and easier. So, I can proudly say I'm six months sober," I declared, my voi
Bella POV: "Are you serious? How many times must I tell you to stop coming early?" I asked, frustration lacing my words, my hands instinctively reaching to strangle him with my scarf. But he swiftly snatched it from my grip, his eyes dancing with mischief. In one smooth motion, he tied the scarf around my wrists, leaving enough space to loop it over his head. My hands were now bound behind his neck, and a mischievous smile curled my lips. He had pulled a slick move, and I couldn't help but be impressed. "And how many times must I tell you to keep your scarf on?" he whispered, his voice a low, seductive murmur as he leaned in, his lips tantalizingly close to mine. "I actually can't remember," I retorted with a cheeky tone, fully aware of the effect I had on him. "Should I slap your ass red again for you to remember?" he growled, his grip tightening around my waist, pulling me closer. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, his proximity electrifying. "God, you're so foul," I teased,
Bella POV: Walking up the stairs, I smiled at the cute guard who opened the door for me. Stepping inside, I couldn't help but notice the emptiness of the house. I seemed to be the only one who brought color into it. Everywhere was dark navy, dark grey, and black. Everything was just so dark. But if you looked closely in the nooks and cracks, you'd find my colorful hairbands hanging on random hooks, my peach-colored slippers next to his Amadeo Testoni shoes, my sugary boxes of cereal next to his plain wheat cereals, my full cream milk next to his almond milk. We were like two peas in a pod. Yippee. Taking off my coat, shoes, gloves, and scarf, I placed them neatly on the hooks by the door. My shoes found their place next to his, and slipping into my slippers, I made my way to the freezer, grabbing a tub of birthday cake ice cream. With a spoon in hand, I suddenly realized how quiet it was. Walking back to the door, I opened it and poked my head out to check if the guard was still th