Christina’s POVI stood still, watching her strut away as my heart shattered to pieces. It felt like a cold bucket of water had just been dumped on me.She was Scott’s fiancee and I’d been sleeping with him but how could he do that to her? Why drag me into this mess? Was he that shameless?Asides from the reality that Scott had deceived me to get me in his bed, my heart hurt for a different reason that was entirely foreign to me. The truth that he wasn’t a bachelor and I was just his plaything crashed into me making my heart constrict painfully. Maybe I’d allowed myself to read too much meaning into Adams’ words that they got into my head.Memories of our evening before we arrived at the banquet flashed before my eyes. So his reaction to my appearance was all a facade? He didn’t mean any of the words he said because surely, he wouldn’t think twice about me when he had such a beautiful woman as his fiancée. Just as she said, I was merely his arm candy. Anger surged through me, burning
Christina’s POV It was almost ten minutes later when Scott finally descended from the stage and headed toward me with purposeful strides. All eyes were glued on us and I forced myself to smile bitterly while nursing my anger on the inside. Getting to me, he pulled out the empty chair beside me and took his seat, before gently taking my arm and placing it on his legs with his fingers laced to mine. Rage flooded my bloodstream as I remained quiet, faking a smile while wondering what the monster was up to. He’d successfully pushed me farther into a brighter and bigger spotlight than the one Jenny had started with. What was his aim in lying to a room full of people? To keep me from escaping? I was still seething with a clenched jaw when the woman beside me suddenly nudged my shoulder with hers and when I turned to acknowledge her, she had a polite smile on her face. “You’re a lucky woman, Christina,” her smile widened and I forced myself to return it, with my cheeks hurting from how wi
Scott’s POVAfter scolding her in the car on our way home from the banquet, I was sure Christina knew her place and wouldn’t question my actions and decision regarding her henceforth. That evening, I cleaned up, and went to her bedroom, dressed in my bathrobe as I’d just gotten of the shower.Between being the host of the banquet, and striking up business deals with possible investors, I was tired and craved the comfort of my bed. Yet, the thought of checking on the woman kept assailing my mind. As much as I wanted to put her in her place, I think I may have gone too far. I’d been tired and frustrated and the moment she began yelling at me and stepping out of line, I heaped my frustrations on her.I walked towards her room with the sole intention of checking on her but on opening the door, I saw she was seated on the bed, still dressed in the dinner dress that accentuates her curvy figure, hugging her like a second skin and leaving nothing to the imagination. I drew in a deep breath,
Christina’s POVThe pain of the gashing wound in my neck ricocheted through me and I clenched my teeth to hold off the cry that was threatening to slip free as my unwavering gaze remained on my captor. His hardened gaze was locked on mine and I could feel the rage emanating from him but I managed to keep my act together. He needed to understand that I wasn’t just a puppet he could toy with. I was a human with emotions and he’d have to treat me with respect. But then, the more I stared into his darkened eyes, the more I wondered if my act was even getting through his thick walls.What if he didn’t care about my life? I mean, I was nothing more than a plaything to him with the extra bonus of bearing him an heir. What if he let me kill myself and move on with another victim? He could even dispose of me and no one would be aware. After all, my father has sold me to him.These thoughts swarmed my mind and the hand that was holding onto the scissors began quivering. Yes, I wanted to end my
Christina’s POV Instant anger surged through me the moment I heard the butler’s words. ‘Who the hell does he think he is to assume I’d bow to his will and stroke his silly ego?’ Scott Reid has all but shown me different versions of his personality disorder which has only helped in strengthening my hatred for him. He was the kind of man that would do anything to hurt people all because he can’t get them to lick his feet and worship him on his high horse and truly, I’d rather die than be one of his worshippers. “You can tell him to suck up his inflated ego and shove it up his ass for all I care,” I gritted through clenched teeth, ignoring the little discomfort I felt in my chest from when I’d hastily swallowed the remnants of the snacks I’d been eating just to hide them from the butler. “If he thinks I’d fall to his feet all because he’s stopped you from feeding me then he must be a sore loser.” I stared Adams hard in the eyes, not caring to hide my disgust that he was actively taking
Scott’s POVI tapped my fingers endlessly on the surface of the glass desk as I waited for Adams' report. I’d sent him to Christina to know if she’d decided to have a change of mind. Surely, she wouldn’t hesitate to come begging for forgiveness after her silly actions and the little show she’d put on, in hopes of getting me to fall under her whims. By now, I was sure hunger must have dealt her an ugly hand, and coupled with the pain of the wound on her neck, she’d have no choice but to be docile and obedient. She was a smart woman and I knew she’d make the right decision. It was just very sad to know that she’d let herself go through so much pain and agony, all for nothing.I was still tapping my fingers against the desk when a soft knock sounded on the door and I called out to him to get in, as I knew it was none other than the butler, Adams. There was a weary expression etched on his face, as he walked towards me, his eyes staring at everything else except me.“So?” I inquired, not
Scott’s POVThe next morning, I stepped out of my bedroom with my briefcase in hand, all dressed and ready to leave for work. I hadn’t heard anything about Christina after last evening and as I walked past her door, I stopped to listen if I’d hear any sound from her but nothing came. I stepped closer to the door and pressed my ear to it but there was nothing. A slight frown marred my face and I wrapped my fingers around the doorknob, ready to pull it open just to see what she was up to but then I stopped myself.Why do I care so much about her? She could go to hell for all I know, until she’s ready to be well-behaved. These thoughts came to me and I left the door alone. It was still very early in the morning and I wouldn’t give the little minx a chance to rile my nerves. I have a meeting to attend this morning at the company, and I needed to be in my best mood, to handle the investors that were coming.I released a deep breath and continued down the hallway, to the stairs that led t
Christina’s POVMy eyes popped open to meet with the pristine white ceilings, coupled with the bright white light of the bulb illuminating the room. The light flooded my eyes and I instantly shut them from its assault but I must have done it so fast because a migraine attacked me and my head began aching. Again, I opened my eyes, and I groaned as my head continued pounding, as though it was about to fall off.I didn’t know how long I’d been sleeping but it must have been well into the day. The last thing I could recall was that my bedroom door opened a while ago when I was about to get out of bed but I decided to keep still and pretend to still be asleep as I wasn’t ready to deal with anyone that morning. I must have slept back after whoever it was left and I hadn’t woken up since then. Coupled with the head-splitting headache that was threatening to take me out, hunger pangs hit me and I tried to rub my stomach with my palm but it was then I realized I couldn’t move it and it felt