“You can't go in.”
“Why?” Bree asked, glaring at the security man in her way.“You have been prohibited by Madam Bennett from entering the Bennett’s mansion. Please leave, Miss Marsden.”“I'm here for Spencer. Can you please reach out to him?”“I'm sorry…”“I'm not go…going to leave until I see him, Mr.” She tried to sound stern.“Fine. I'll give him a call. You stay here and make sure you don't take a step in, okay?”Bree nodded. In less than five minutes, she saw Spencer running in her direction and closed the distance between them. His hands fell on her shoulders gently and looked her over from head down to her toes in concern.“What's wrong, baby? Why are you here all of a sudden? Come this way.” He held her tiny wrist and led her outside the mansion’s enormous gates.“I'd no idea you'd show up. Are you hurt? Did your mother hit you again?” He asked, his eyes scanning her body for any trace of injury.“Let's break up.”“What?”“Didn't you hear me? I said, "Let's break up.”He chuckled.“Come on, you know how cute you look when you're angry. I love that pout but put it down. I know you're angry that I didn't text before going to bed yesterday but you see, Mother had me occupied with her work. I'm sorry, okay? Give me a smile.” He stepped forward but she backed away.“I'm not angry because of that.”“Then why, hmm? I'm ready to drop to my knees and apologize a thousand times if that will make you smile.”“Stop saying those words. I just want to break up. I'm fed up with this relationship and I don't want to do this anymore. I've been holding back from saying this for the past weeks but I no longer can. We're incompatible. We..we should go our separate ways.”“What do you mean we're incompatible? We've been dating for years.”Seeing how serious she looked, Spencer frowned.“Wh…what are you saying? It's me, Bree. It's your Spence. What the hell are you talking about? Look at me, baby. Tell me, did your mother put you to this? Or my mother? Was it my mother?”She shook her head avoiding eye contact with him. Her eyes were fixated on his chest only.“Then why? If it's about my mum or our families, we can elope. We’ll go far away from this place and no one will be able to reach us. We made a plan already, Bree.” He grasped her arms tightly and continued, desperately. “We're going to elope and get married. We’ll get married and start a family. That sounds great, right? Just the both of us and our babies in our home.I told you I'll leave everything for you. Everything. This mansion, the company, my family, Everything. Just say yes and we’ll leave. We're in love, Bree.”She broke away from him abruptly, shoving him away so strongly that he staggered back and nearly toppled over. He looked at her as if she was taking his soul away with so much hurt in his heart. He heard his heart shattering into pieces at the words that followed.“Stop being stupid, Spencer. Stop acting like a child and grow up for once. No, I don't love you, I don't love you at all. I can never love someone like you.” She breathed heavily. “You're speaking about eloping to a faraway place, probably a small town, and starting a family. Have you thought of how we're going to survive when we don't even have a job or money?”“We…we.”“No right? You haven't thought of this.”“I'll do anything to make sure we survive. I’m good at programming. I'll find a small job and we’ll survive.”“This is what I'm talking about. I don't want to live in a small house and do menial jobs. I want a lavish lifestyle. I want lots of servants and cars, I want to party and of course, I want a bigger mansion than this. You're too little of a man to achieve these things on your own.Spencer turned to look at the mansion behind him.“I found a better man than you. Someone who can afford better things with his own money and not his mama’s money.”He shook his head in denial, refusing to believe that the girl before him was the love of his life. This wasn't the girl he knew like the back of his palm. The girl he has spent so many years with. The girl he couldn't imagine his life without. He hurried to her and hugged her tightly as little drizzles of rain fell on them.“This isn't you, Bree. You don't want these things. You don't want big houses, servants, or gold. You don't want them. Don't forget what we share, Bree. Our love. Please, tell me what's wrong,” he cried, little droplets of tears dropping from his eyes.Bree struggled to push him away and when she finally succeeded, her palm made contact with his cheek he swore it wasn't the slap that caused his tears to flow freely mixing with the rain, it was the thoughts behind the hit and the strange act of the girl that he has known and loved since elementary school.“Don't come close again. What we shared? You know nothing. There was nothing special about what we shared and the nights we spent together. I only used you for my pleasure. I wanted to see how it tastes. I was only curious, nothing else. You've amused me for a while but I'm bored with you.”“Bree… You love me.”“I was only playing a game with you. I've learned everything I can from you. I can now find a more wealthy man to settle with. I can't love someone like you, Spencer.” She took a deep breath. “You know, he’s far better than you. Your cousin, Eli. He's way better at everything. Schooling, business, everything.” She hit him in the spot she knew it would hurt the most and she knew she succeeded as his lips parted in shock. His eyes filled with tears.Wiping the tears and rain off her face, she continued.“Besides, I know you have someone else aside from me. You love someone else and you have been lying all this while too.”“That's not true. You know that I love only you, Bree. I love you with all my heart.“Doesn't matter anymore. We’re adults and I now know what I want.”Spencer shook his head, not believing this was really happening. That the love of his life was going to leave him.“No, Bree. You can't do this to me. To us. I can't live without you, you know that. Please don't end us this way, love. I love you.” He hugged her again, this time tighter than the last time. He patted her hair as she sobbed on his chest.Breaking away from the hug, he held her face in both his hands.“We are going to sort this out, okay? I know we can. We are going to find a solution. I can't imagine my life without you. Please, Bree.”Shaking her head, she stepped away from him. She took off the necklace and the promise ring he'd given her on her birthday. Bree let it drop on the floor right before his feet.“Goodbye, Spencer.”He sank to his knees, clutching his chest as it twisted in pain. It was unbearable. His hot tears were washed away with the rain that had managed to make them wet.They say in life, there are moments you'll always remember. Like the first time he met her at the school’s relaxation center. Or the first time they had their first kiss in the rain. And then there was this moment, he would always remember.As she turned her back to him, he saw his life flash before him. He saw his soul taken away from him and his heart shattering into a million pieces. His pain turned Into anger, her words piercing into his soul. Making sure that she would be able to hear him, he spoke.“We shouldn't cross paths after this. If we do, you're going to regret it.”*****A/NJust a little snippet of what to expect in this book.This book incorporates several romance tropes. Second chance, Enemies to lovers, Revenge, Dark Romance, Self-discovery, Baby wingman, runaway, Billionaire, Manipulative/psychopath, Underworld, forbidden love, Redemption, and a lot more.This is a story of two people who are brought together by fate, and who must fight to find their way back to each other. Follow Bree and Spencer’s journey through heartbreak and betrayal, love and redemption, Self-discovery and revenge. Along the way, get ready to cry, laugh, and fall in love with the relatable characters all over again. If you're looking for a powerful, unforgettable, and of course steamy read, then this book is for you.If you’ve stayed to read till this end, please do not leave. I hope you'll consider reading the book and fall in love with it as much as I have. I’m putting my all into presenting you with a great book.Bree shifted uncomfortably on the car’s seat, trying to put as much distance as possible between herself and her mother, Nary Marsden, the classically beautiful cold woman sitting next to her in the expensive car that they rode. She sat down with her back arched and her legs crossed not minding her daughter who was obviously uncomfortable. The black gown and hat that she wore matched perfectly with her personality. There was definitely no wrinkle and to everyone, she looked too young for her age. Bree was figuratively hugging the door at the moment. Sharing the same space as the extremely cold woman next to her wasn't something that she does frequently. It has been years since she last rode with her mother in the same car. Normally, they would go separately. The car has been moving for the past hour thirty minutes thirty seconds without stopping. Yes, Bree has been counting. She couldn't help but wonder where on earth they were heading. “Mo…mother, can we stop for a while, I feel
“Mommy will come pick you up when your nut is in the right position,” saying that, Nary turned her back to her and started making her way toward the exit. “No…no, Mother,” Bree got up to chase after her mother but before she could, she felt four hands hold her in place, restrained her arms behind her, and tied her wrists so that she would be unable to make any further movement. “Mother, you can't do this. Father and brother would be mad if they found out.”That seemed to work as Nary turned head first before making her way back to her. “I do not care about the both of them. They left right? I do not give a damn about them.” Her tone softened. “I only care about you, my dear. Only you. Because we are so much alike. You are just like me.”“No, I'm not. I'm not a crazy manipu…”*Pa*Her words were cut off with a slap from her mother causing her long ginger-colored hair to fall on her face. She quickly clamped her mouth shut as she gritted her teeth in pain from the hit. This woman had
“W…what?”“Who is the father of your baby, Bree? Does your mother know about him?”“I'm pregnant? I'm going to have a baby?”“You are, dear.”Bree shook her head in denial. She can't have a baby. This can't be happening right now. Why on earth does God always punish her with things he knows that she doesn't want? She doesn't want a baby ever. She doesn't want to become a mother or even hear the cries of a baby in her home. Why was life so unfair to her? First, her day started with the servants at home waking her up and then her mother dragged her to this place only to leave her there as a punishment and now, she just found out that she was pregnant. An unwanted pregnancy. Her whole life was totally ruined. Bree’s eyes welled up in tears at the thought of becoming a mother to a child that she didn't want. She can't mother a child having never received motherly love from her mother. How would she give her child what she never had herself?She doesn't want to become like her mother. Sh
~Five Years Later~“Aunt.”Bree whirled around at the call of the tiny sweet familiar voice from behind. A frown creased her brow as she saw Ariel holding the hands of the man beside her. “Ariel? What are you doing?”“Aunt, this uncle agreed to pay for our ice cream.”Bree’s eyes fell on the man beside her daughter. “Hello, I'm Jack.”They shook hands. “Bree.” She smiled. “Don't mind this silly girl. I already paid for the ice cream. She’s just silly. Come here, Ariel.”Pouting her lips, Ariel hesitantly dragged her foot to Bree until she was standing next to her. Bree took the ice cream box from the salesperson and handed it to Ariel. “You do know that sweets aren't good for health, right?” She asked her four-year-old daughter who was clutching a box of different flavors of ice cream to her chest as they walked out of the ice cream shop. “I'm healthy, Mommy.”“Doesn't matter. You'll get health issues if you eat too much sweets.”“Mommy promised to buy me lots of ice cream if I a
After hearing all her boss had to say about the situation at hand, Bree slipped her phone into her trouser pocket and turned to the cab driver. “Please head to the Boston mansion instead”“Yes ma'am.”“Mommy, why are we going there? Won't you spend time with me again?” “I'm sorry, Baby. Something came up at work. I'll drop you off and go attend to it. I'll be back before you know it, okay? You won't miss me.”“Hmm. I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself.”“You're really not going to miss me?”The child rolled her eyes. “No. Only kids miss people when they leave for the meantime.”“What? But you are a kid.”“No, I'm not. I'm four already.” She sounded offended.“So what? You're four. You're still a baby.” A frown creased her brows. “You should whine sometimes and stop acting like you're an adult. You're only four. Kids your age whine all the time but you, you don't even do that. If you want something, you order me.”This topic, they have treated it times and times again and it see
Bree looked up at the man pressing the barrel of the gun against her forehead, with no trace of humanity in those familiar eyes. Her heart sank and her heartbeat thundered as she recognized him. Her very own Spencer. There was no way on earth she wouldn't recognize him. Those familiar eyes and scent had tortured her day and night for the past five years. No way she could forget them. Their gaze locked for a long while. Did he recognize her? Was he happy to see her? Those questions raced through Bree’s mind as their gaze intensified. She couldn't tell what he was thinking as the man in front of her was Spencer but not her Spencer. He was not the Spencer that she used to know. The man standing in front of her was like a god of death with cold and empty eyes, ready to wipe any obstacle in his way. The cold metal on her head proved her right. He was no longer the Spencer that she loved. The man who would never hold a gun talked more of placing it on her forehead. He was familiar yet di
“I warned you, Bree. I’ll have to show you what being a monster means. I'll break you, I'll make you pay for your sins, and trust me, there is no running away this time.“At the sound of her name on his lips, Bree’s hands curled into a fist, her nails digging into her palms. Her name sounded so well coming from him just like it always did. It sounded so right. “This isn't you, Spencer. You are way better than this.”“Do not act like you know me. We see nothing more than enemies, trust me. We are enemies and you are going to find out just how I treat my enemies.”“H…how?” Bree stuttered. “Wouldn't be fun if I mentioned, right? You'll just have to find out on your own, won't you?” His smile widened. “I thought as much.”Just then a loud sound reverberated in the lonely hallway that they were in. They had forgotten that they weren't in a safe place. They were so occupied with each other that they forgot that they had to leave the dangerous building. “I…I think this side of the buildin
“Officer. I…I think you shouldn't go that way.“What?”“I…I mean you should go the other way. I already checked this side and there's no one there. You should check that way Instead.”The officer looked at her as if suspecting something but he still nodded and ran hurried in the opposite direction. Bree released a breath she had not realized she had been holding. Her eyes fell on the floor where she was standing previously. If it wasn't for her missing gun which she knew Spencer had taken along with him, she would have doubted her mental health. She would have called him a fragment of her imagination because he disappeared like he wasn't there in the first place. Picking up her ID card she made her way out of the building. “Boss.” She saw her assistant rush to her immediately as she emerged from the building. “Giana.”“Boss, where have you been? I was worried that something happened to you.”“Nothing happens. I was alright.”“You look grim. Are you sure you're alright? Are you hurt?