LOGINChapter 6: A Stranger, A Layer
~STELLA~ “You don't mean it , Stella!" My best friend's face lit up, her lips pulled apart as her jaws hung in the air. I'd called her last night, sobbing like a baby and this morning, she'd gotten to my house even before I awoke. “You've barely been married for two weeks," She examined my skin like a mother would do to her malnourished daughter before dropping the cup of coffee in her hand. She opened her arms, taking me in for a hug…it was what I needed most, especially at this point of my life. “Stop.. it's only been a couple of days, I believe he will change" I knew I didn't believe what I'd said as well. I only said it with hope that flickered like the light of a dying candle. My ribs clenched at that sentence. What if he didn't change? What if he continued being like this? “PRINCESS STELLA SCOTT GETS MARRIED TO AN UNKNOWN MAN. The press has something to say about you both" Valerie read, holding her phone like a wounded pigeon. Why was I not shocked? I'd seen more than all of those. The press didn't matter to me anymore. My life and my sister, Rebekah's had always been for the press since my parents made us live for their fake stories and articles just for fame. “Why is your husband's face blurred out?" She asked curiously, her eyes lingering on mine but I threw my gaze elsewhere while I muttered an “I don't know" I didn't know why but it was callous, stupid, wicked and suspicious to make it feel like I was getting married to myself while he had his own personality protected. Was he ashamed of me? Was he hiding something from me? Despite how cold he'd become, my skin craved his touch like oxygen. My tongue craved another warm, sweet-and-sour taste of his skin, his gentle caresses and thrust. God, I missed the Dylan I fell in love with…the Dylan who would come to every date,as perfect as anything…a bouquet in his hand, a handwritten love letter in the other. A.. “Stella, what are you thinking again?" Valerie's chin rested on my shoulder as she pulled me in for another tighter hug. My eyes closed slowly, consuming every strength left inside of me. “Let it out if it makes you feel better, you'll be okay" My chin rested on her shoulder as she patted my back softly, her other hand running through my hair. She knew me like the back of her hand. No one understood me like Valerie—not even my own family. "I don't deserve this, Val. Why is everyone so cruel?”I smiled as tears sprang up my eyes. I didn't want to be weak —crying was plainly my definition of being weak. “You can let it all out, Stel” One sentence form Val was enough to bring out all the tears I'd stored in. She could see through me like my skin was transparent. “But what if he's seeing someone else, Stel?" A voice from within questioned me. *** We'd eaten breakfast and brunch. Val was on her phone, while I'd carried myself upstairs. The house was big enough for us to move freely and she liked it even better. I got to my husband's room, trying to unlock his door with every pin I knew but none ever seemed correct. The more I cracked my brain for possible guesses, the more annoying it became till I finally left it. I was just a clueless young woman, looking for the tiniest hint I could get. Maybe a woman's lipstick on his shirt or something. Since we got married, I'd never entered that room. Maybe it wasn't a big deal when we had over 16 rooms in this mansion, and I'd only entered about 4 to 6 rooms in total. What if he really was seeing some other lady? What if he was married elsewhere? I brought my phone out of my pocket but placed it back, almost immediately. It was 4! 4 fucking days. Why was I even thinking of calling him when he obviously wouldn't pick? Why couldn't I just stick to myself and let go of all the assumptions and strong belief that he would become the better version of himself that he used to be?? I could hear Valerie shouting my name from downstairs but I ignored, my eyes still lingering on the door. If the door could talk, it'd have been suspecting me as a criminal. She texted me,”A big surprise is here. Hurry now" I didn't feel excited…her text didn't work a smile to my lips. I sluggishly walked downstairs, heading to the living that seemed to stretch and change position at every step I took. “What is it?" My eyes sparked, noticing the strange cologne that was seductively commanding. A stranger was in our house. She'd let a stranger into the house. "How many I help you, sir?” Heaven knows it took every ounce of strength and self-control to speak politely but the fucker’s head remained bent to the floor. I ignored Valerie’s smile, wondering why she had a smile as wide as that on her face. “I'm here to meet with Dylan Lindsey, let him know I'm h—” He raised his head till the point where our eyes met. At that instant, my blood became larva, destructively hot. My skin itched of frustration and irk. “How do you know my husband's name, gentleman?" I demanded like an officer who was interrogating a drug lord. Impatience ran in my veins like blood, I didn't wait for his response before I threw another question at him. “Are you this jobless that you have to go from door to door, pretending to be familiar with people?” I didn't shout, neither did I yell. But I made sure every part of me conveyed exactly how I felt from within. "First of all, hear me out.” His voice irked me terribly. "You have no right to say a word right now. Get out or I'm calling the cops, you stalker and liar!" Thankfully, I was in a bad mood today as well. “Take your butt off my precious couch" I pulled my phone out of my pocket. "Shut the door behind you and never return here, Mr. Player!” I shouted behind him as he exited the house. “And why did you let him in here?" I turned to Valerie who was indisputably astonished. “You didn't have to embarrass him like that." She defended herself but after few minutes of going back and forth on the same topic, I won. Not much later, we went from talking boy problems like the young girls we once were, to guessing the pin locks to my husband's room. Even though I didn't know what it was, I could feel danger lurking. I could sense it. Maybe this was just the beginning of it all…Chapyer 39: The PriceRHYSThe stock issue had died down. I'd settled it but I realized something—It was never meant to take control of my company…rather it was a warning.From no one but K. Alessio K. The bastard I'd shot thrice with my own hands, ten years ago. I had enemies. I've always had enemies—the ones who would give everything up for my head. Just like Alessio, Taylor, and other governors who belonged to brotherhood groups like I used to. I wasn't mad at Blaze. If there was anyone I'd believe without second thought, it was her. I trusted her but that night, I realized something: I couldn't be around her anymore. I'd only attract danger which would eventually take her from me. Since Alessio’s last interference with my company's major shareholders, my boys had been hell-bent on asking for a reunion. I didn't want to….I’d sworn I would never. I wasn't scared of Alessio… I was only trying to be a better person—and protect her from scumbags like him. Alessio had nothing
Chapter 38:STELLASike!I hate Dylan. I scribbled his name down on my draft paper but God, I didn't hold back. I craved his on the paper while I couldn't help but faintly imagine it was his heart. I didn't care if I damaged the fabric beneath it. I grabbed my phone and texted him.I knew it was the last thing to have done but no matter how hard I thought, it was the only option I had left—face the attacker. “Meet me there by seven. "I hit the ‘Send’ button on my phone, letting out a sharp breath as I headed outside the academy. I couldn't panic. He texted back, agreeing to be there, even though he was curious as to why. Rhys was here to pick me up at the academy and for a minute. Oddly, my chest tightened. “Rhys," I said his name awkwardly, settling in the car. “You shouldn't have come, Rhys. I'm sure you—" “Shh" he husked, pinning his index against his lips. “You know I wouldn't let someone else take you home. I'd do it all by myself” He smiled. God. My mind couldn't str
Chapter 37: A Side To Him.RHYSI was heading to the executive boardroom. I called for an impromptu meeting yesterday, after the news about the anonymous buyer broke on the internet. “Sir, please, you cannot act impulsively," Lewis, my secretary, pleaded softly as he managed to keep up with my pace. He'd just returned from the branch in Canada yesterday as well and since last night, he'd been hellbent on one thing: “It will affect the decision of the stakeholders" “This is not impulsive, Lewis" I said firmly as I slowed my pace, a few feet away from the door. “It's corrective." “But sir—" “Lewis" I called his name over my shoulder. That was enough warning. I was done, hearing this protective bullshit from both him and even Shawn himself. I could handle it. It was my company, and I would address issues however I wanted. That was final. I pushed the door open, walking in as if I'd just been nominated for an award. I didn't greet. There was no time and obviously, no need for g
Chapter 36: D’Ace ResurfacesRHYSOne thing I would never do was allowing a scumbag like Louis, move an inch around Blaze. God forbid. Before now, I'd warned him severally…even met him one on one. Just to make myself clear. Stay the fuck away from her. But not surprisingly, he was only perfect àt two thing: Crossing boundaries and disobeying orders. I was going to spare him. I swear it. But the moment his lips grazed her cheeks when he claimed he was bidding goodbye, I lost the reins. I had to teach him a little lesson—just enough to remind him I was way out of his league. I gave him just one injury. Just ONE little injury to remind him to never cross me.He'd remember me every time he tried to run. I'd only put a phone call to Ken, an old friend who was playing at the NFL in The States, and they a match against each other. Ring.
Chapter 35: His Doe STELLA Again, I fucked my ex-husband’s stepbrother, and there was nothing to be sorry for. I hated it too... but just as much as I wanted him. Rhys had helped me wash up in the bathroom, running warm water over my skin, scrubbing my thighs with care, and even—against my own self-control—sliding a finger inside me again. Seven orgasms in a row. Seven heart-stopping, mind-numbing, sweet explosions. I’d never felt anything as ecstatic as that. While the early sun rays penetrated the window, I rolled to the side of the bed but didn’t reach for him. His warmth lingered in the sheets, in the smell of him, in my own trembling skin—but he was gone. The bed felt emptier than it should. It was morning already. I yawned, stretching, feeling a curious surge of energy pulse through me. Was it just afterglow? Or the adrenali
Chapter 34: Six Rounds Of FireRHYS“Rhys" She breathed my name out of her lips as soon as our lips pulled apart. God. Her voice twined its way to my control system. I gently placed her on the bed, one hand on her waist and the other crawling under her sweatshirt. “I know we both want it so much. I won't hold back today”Fuck it. It was hard to free my mind from the urge to fuck her like a beast, and watch her take me inside her. All of me. I yanked her panties off and helped her pull her legs out of them. “Damn it, baby. Look how much she knows, Daddy," I leaned in to kiss her on her wet pussy. She bit back her moans, her fingers wrapped around my hair like she could predict my next move. I caressed her swollen clit slowly, letting the signal rush to every part of her. I wanted to explore her body fully, in ways no one had ever done. “What's the highest number of times you've orgas
Chapter 4: Tears, Sex, Departure I'd slept in tears on my wedding night—because I realized how easy it was for him to say hurtful words to my face. It hurt more than it did when my parents had forced the wedding. It hurt me more that I was foolishly losing my guard—I was beginning to see him as s
Chapter 3: Successfully Trapped.STELLA Trevor Lindsey seemed gentlemanly and I was getting more familiar with this side of him. Two weeks wasn't enough especially when we were only meeting for dinner and going on arranged dates. I’d spent the past weeks on convincing myself that Trevor wasn’t t
Chapter 2: A Green Flag Or A Camouflage?She'd arrived at the family hospital and left there surprised, but it turned out to be all false.Her Father was not in danger. He was totally fine and hearty—she confirmed with her own eyes.A proportionate mix of outrage and ease steadily pumped from her p
Chapter 1: Strangers and Fiancés.Stella’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of the man who had walked into the room in his khaki pants and black sports top. A high fashion sense as high as his never escaped her recognition. It was hot. But she didn't know which was hotter—the shot of whiskey s







