One side of his mouth lifted as he kept talking to Uncle. His wry smile added more charm to him. His gaze averted on me. I always felt he could see deep into my soul. Sometimes, I tried to hide things from him, but his eyes would be on me. In less than a second, he would know it. My phone beeped. I stared at it expecting a new message from Mini or Rose. My smile faded when I looked down at the screen. I could feel He was watching me with his intense eyes. I exited the room and dragged myself toward our room. I swiped my fingers on it while drifting toward the room. I clicked on it. 'Why aren't you wearing a golden dress today?' My heart pounded against my chest in fear. My phone began to shiver in my hand. Ricky's ghost frightened me in my nightmares. Duante never left me alone, particularly at night. I was his obsession, he had killed many people just for reaching me. I trembled when his hand caught the phone and his second arm wrapped aro
I woke up in bed instead of on the couch. I pushed myself up, fixing my palms on the mattress. I gazed around but there was no sign of him. I sighed as I let all those thoughts hit me again. "How could I sleep so long?" I muttered to myself in a sleepy voice. I could feel sadness rising inside me. I stepped out of the bed. I walked toward the door. Reluctantly, I reached for the door handle. I twisted it. A smile crawled on my lips when it opened. I pulled it. Freedom! Assassin was already on his feet on the other side of the door. I ignored him as I walked out toward the front door of the mansion. I wanted to go out and feel the fresh air. I didn't have my phone. There was only my gun with me. His threat was running over my mind. The morning was chilled as I paced in the garden. I could hear the chirping of words. The atmosphere was peaceful away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Though I could hear the slight noise of horns, ch
I plopped onto the couch and rested my head on the arm of it. Why was he bothered now? My brows rose a bit at the sight of him standing in the room. The door closed with a thud. I turned my back to him. His hand curled around her upper arm pulling me up. I didn't pluck my gaze from the wall. He tugged me in his lap as he sat on the couch, "Does it hurt?" He asked the same question. I didn't want to answer him. His calloused fingers slipped in my hair, his fingers brushed my scalp. He found the bump on it. He looked shocked for a second. Then he set his jaw stone. He looked in my eyes, "You should fight back," He crooned. 'And infuriate you more!' I called in my brain. I blinked. I tried to study his face. He was repenting over it. I stayed calm in his arms. The silence fell. I didn't know what he was expecting. I was sure he wouldn't hurt me but I couldn't swallow it without feeling pain. I wanted to change my option. It was the third time he
I needed to get out for some time. It had been a week. I ran my hands through my hair and tucked them in a tight bun. I put my feet on the soft carpet and yawned. I could only hope he wouldn't stop me from going out. I shuffled to the washroom for the shower. I grabbed my purse and headed out of the room. I glanced at myself in the mirror before walking out. My lavender gown was going with my curves, I put my wavy hair down and light makeup. He hadn't spoken one word to me. I reached in front of Thomas and Mini's room. I was about to knock when I heard them laughing. "No, let me get out of bed now. It's morning," I heard her. Her voice was full of happiness. I turned away from their door without knocking. Mini liked to be alone in her married life. It was her life she could spend it the way she wanted to. She didn't need to come with me. I paced toward the car. I hadn't seen Assassin since yesterday. I reached for the door of the car. A stro
I was still feeling shocked. More traitor! We didn't know. I took a deep sigh as I pulled the comforter more tightly around my body. It was the only warm thing around me. The sea was calm. The breeze was cool and sent shivers down my body. All I could see was the dark sea, dark gleaming with stars. I glided forward barefoot and smiled as a cool breeze brushed my hair. I could smell salt and freshness in the air. He hugged me from behind. I whirled in the ring of his arms and snuggled closer to his warm body. I was feeling cold. He was just in his slacks still, I couldn't see any sign of a cold. "Ain't you feeling cold?" I whispered as I wrapped one arm around his middle. It slid from my shoulder and showed my bare skin beneath it. "No," He kissed my shoulder and pulled me tighter, "Your hands are cold," He said as I pressed it against his hot skin. "I'm not used to cold weather." I closed my eyes, enjoying him, his touch, the beauti
DUANTE'S POV Without breaking stride, I took her into our room. The dead body was already removed. I could smell her favorite floral scent in the room. Her face was pressed tight on the crook of my neck. Her heart was beating louder against my chest. She was scared. I couldn't turn it down when she curled her arms around me. I was still seething from inside hearing them. No one could dare to look at what was mine. I brushed my lips against her forehead. I could feel her trembling. Tears were leaking from her closed eyes. This pushed me to the edge. I settled back on the bed. I pressed my lips against her forehead again, "Look at me," I softened my voice. Slowly, she opened her eyes and glanced in my eyes. She lowered it to my chest, "Please, don't go." Her voice was cracking. "There's no danger." She stayed quiet and fastened her arms. Things were tense enough. It wasn't the attack. We had faced it before, "What's it?" I
EVELEEN'S POV A nervous feeling trickled through me. He wasn't around me when I rubbed my eyes after sleeping. "He's out for some business," I looked to my left after hearing her soft voice. Mini was looking at me. I stared at her and rubbed my hand over my forehead. "I was scared. So so scared. Tom locked me in the washroom and asked me to make no noise." Her dilated eyes were explaining how scared she would be. The hair on my neck rose when I recollected the sight of the dark. I took a deep breath. "Then Zhang came and freed me. I was so worried about Tom. He was clasping a gun." I felt her hand on my shoulder. "I'm hearing you," I said, ignoring her questioning look. Was he a traitor? Or there could be more? It was driving me insane. I told him not to go, not to leave me alone. "When did he go?" I fired. "After you slept. You're looking pretty annoyed with it." She said, wiping her cheek
He looked over and threw a withering glare at me. He opened the door for me. I sat in, quietly. Just a pinch and he would explode like a volcano. He strode around. I could still see his white knuckles. He hadn't spoken a word. I was frightened. But I had to start if he didn't want to talk or he wouldn't answer. He got in the car and slammed the door shut. I gulped. That wasn't expected. He never expressed his anger. Was it a warning for me to keep my mouth shut? It would be something essential. Otherwise, I didn't see him reacting this way. "Duante," I whispered. He looked at me and shook his head. I straightened my gaze and stared at the dark. I wanted to touch him, comfort him, whatever he was feeling I wanted to be with him. My mind and body weren't agreeing on anything at the moment. I wanted to reach and hug him. My mind was shouting at me to keep quiet and didn't utter a word. A single word could get him riled up. I kept looking at hi