She was getting bored. She went into the study to search for a new fantasy book. Alberto, her brother, added a new collection after fifteen days. He knew his sister loved to read fantasy books instead of love stories. She was running her fingers over the queue of the book's titles. "Twilight, Dead Beautiful, The Kiss of Deception, Relentless." She whispered the names of the titles, "City Of Bones," She pulled it out from the queue. She hadn't read it. She turned on her pointed white heels. It was matching with her white floral dress touching her knees. Alberto was sitting on a chair in the library. His head was in both hands. His coat was on the next chair. Mostly, he put it on the back of the chair. His tie was loosened. He was undoubtedly depressed about something. It wasn't that he fought with his wife over something. Sara was a kind soul. She hadn't seen such a lovely pair. They were made for each other. She paced toward him. Her pointed heels ech
He rushed out of the interrogation hall in vexation. His jaw was clenched. His hands were balled in fists and blood was running in his eyes. "It's looking like you'll kill someone." Adam mocked, coming from behind him, " You both have one thing in common, anger. " He burst into a laugh. "Shut up, Adam." He snapped bitterly. "Alright! Alright! I got it, brother." Adam said, controlling his smile. He went to his office, seething in anger. He wanted to sort out the mystery. "Sir, we have detected where they have kept the girls captured," Justice said. He was his bodyguard and head of security in the house and office. "We are leaving now." He decided. He was still fighting with his anger. He couldn't get the picture. Why was this girl affecting him so much? He wanted to see her more, protect her. He shook his head. "Lucky! Send Margret." He told him. He began to discuss the plan with Justice and instructed his men
The clatter of unknown stuff broke her sleep. It irritated her like hell. She was feeling dead tired. She didn't want to open her eyes. She tried to sleep again. Something clattered again. "Avni, I'm trying to sleep." She got frustrated and randomly threw a pillow. Her eyes were still closed. "Come back to reality, princess." She heard someone chuckling. She forced her eyes to open when all memories came back. It made her jump. She immediately sat on the bed. "Good evening," Adam smirked. She ran her gaze around her. It wasn't a fully white room. The walls were painted blue and the roof was white. There was one more woman, the same as Maria in uniform. She was laying on a queen size bed and her body was covered with a white soft blanket. She removed it. She was in the same clothes. His coat was draped around her. She smiled and felt relieved at the same time. "Where am I? What are you doing here?" She snapped at hi
'I wanted to run my fingers through her long wet hair and wanted to feel them against my skin.' He thought. What was wrong with him? He didn't feel anything like this before. He had met more gorgeous women before. He had partied in strip clubs and many naked beauties dancing around him there, trying hard to get his attention. No one could affect him like her. He wanted to claw her. He knew it would be over when she would leave. He had to send her away to her family. He wasn't ready for it. He was ready to keep her here against her will. He was being rebellious to his own rules. "Fuck! What's happening to me?" He raked his hair. A big scowl was covering his forehead. "Boss! Alberto Reyes wants to talk to you. He's continuously calling and asking for his sister. He wanted to see her." He completed it. "Send him a little part of the CCTV footage and fix a meeting with him tomorrow morning." He said. "Yes, Sir." He bowed. "And listen
She was feeling goosebumps on her body. It was chilly. Her half-body was under a thick warm blanket. She groped for the hem of it to pull it over her chill body. She tugged it up, enclosing herself in it. It helped her to get rid of the rising hair on her body. After two hours, she opened her eyes which seemed like two minutes. Her gaze caught the sky blue color of the cloudless sky. She blinked and stared at it with her heavy eyelids. She widened her eyes to behold clearly. She put her feet on the soft carpet and paced toward the window. Her lips stretched in a cheerful smile. Sheer joy could be seen on her face. "Wao!" She exclaimed with happiness and excitement. "It is the excellent work of God." She muttered to herself. There was turquoise water running in a stream enclosed by tall trees. Water was kissing the feet of the mountains, decorated by pure white snow. Water was shining under the blistering sun. "Good morning, Miss," Margret said, ope
She stared at the plate. Her appetite was dead. 'Why couldn't I hit him?' It was nagging her. 'He is stronger than he looks. The security is tight. I should steal his phone. Dam*! Why didn't I think this before?' A hand forwarded and plucked her plate. She stared up at him with a crease over her forehead. He began to eat the pancakes with his hand, "Brother made them. I can tell from the smell," He gleefully said and grabbed the cup of her coffee. "What does he want from me?" She asked in irritation. Humor went away from his features and he shot his brows up, "Don't pretend you don't know," He returned to her coffee and took a long sip. It reminded her of him. It increased her irritation. "If he thinks he can sleep with me. We'll walk into a room together but only one will step out. And it would be me," She drew herself to her feet. His gaze turned hard but he smiled evilly, "Overconfidence! I like it. Brother would
Tension coiled tight in her stomach. He was a man of his word. She was feeling scared of his promising tone and confidence. 'What was he going to do?' Her thoughts were nagging her. The thought of him bedding her gave mixed feelings to her - frightened but her inner bliss was changing everything. She was angry with herself. She didn't let anyone touch her. But she couldn't stop herself from sensing her emotions and feelings when he came near her and he softly touched her making her feel that she was the most delicate thing in the universe. Her only hopes were her brothers – Orlando and Alberto. She was hoping they would rescue her as soon as possible but his confident tone was shattering her every hope. She felt like standing on the battlefront. 'What's he going to do in the evening?' She closed her eyes to feel peace within her. All she got was his thoughts hovering over her brain. She frowned in resentment. She slithered her fing
She started to feel the numbness as she stepped down on the familiar territory. Her father's manor. Her heart began to pound in her chest. She wanted to blindfold her eyes again. She was frightened. Anything could happen. She was relieved to be home. But also terrified for an unknown reason. Orlando's body looked stiffened and Roberto's gaze was intense as they were walking toward them. Expressions were missing from their faces. She squinted through the corners of her eyes. She wasn't expecting Xander to walk alone with her, "You're a fool. You should drop me at the door." She muttered, lowering her head. Abruptly, she was worried for him. She wanted to rush forward but his grip on her arm stopped her. "Look up," He said, in an expressionless way. Hesitantly, she looked up. Her brows furrowed when she saw drones hovering over them. "These are not just cameras. Drones are capable of shooting." He said. Orlando and Roberto n