ログインMirabella. Keith Anderson? Keith. Keith… My body reacted before my eyes saw the Keith that just introduced himself. There was no mistaking his voice. Scratchy and laid back in the most corky way possible. My body went still, my blood clogged rigid, into clumps of red blocks. My airways developed spines and fought the very air I struggled to take in. My grip tightened on Theo's hold. From my side I could see him turn towards me, then at the said Keith. I should turn and run from here. I should disappear but I wanted to see for myself. It couldn't be. It was impossible. Was it? It wasn't like I defeated him or ruined him. So it was still very much possible. He had just offered me his hand for a handshake and I caught a glimpse of the scar at the back of his hand where the sleeve of his inner shirt rested. That scar. I gave him that scar on one of the many alterations. I gasped and the sudden intake of air pushed me backwards. Theo's steady hand at my lower back was all tha
Theo I waited downstairs, leaning against the car for Mirabella. Sergei was already warming up the car. He'd been driving us to the event and back.The team hired to take care of Bella's wardrobe and styling had left earlier and I was curious about what kept my wife busy still.I was checking my wrist watch for the umpteenth time, certain I had been waiting over thirty minutes.It wasn't. Only a couple of minutes, seven at most.I wanted to see Bella walk out of my house and then crawled too slow for my liking.“I'm here now, stop glaring at your wrist watch.” She said and I looked up to behold her.Bella was beautiful with zero effort and I relished it but each time she was out of her regular sweaters and day dresses and into something much more sophisticated like the wine dress that wrapped around her body, custom crafted for her, any person would be as thirsty as I was at the moment.Her heels clacked against the floor as she approached me. She was smiling as she did.The dress st
Mira.It was my turn to take him up to bed, with Sergei's help of course.I had never seen Theo anything but composed and on top of his game but tonight had been pivotal, something I had no business seeing and I went ahead and did something I had no business doing. Wife duties.“I'll handle it from here.” I informed Sergei after we jointly put him on the bed.Clearly I was the one who broke a sweat and I found it annoying that Sergei was unaffected.“Are you sure?” He said looking past me and to Theodore laying limp on the bed.I cleared my throat. “I'll be alright.” I said and Sergei nodded, about to leave the room.“Could you…” he turned to me and I folded my hands across my chest. “Could you not tell him I called myself his wife or him my husband?”Sergei smiled, the first one all day. “Roger that.” He said and left.I turned to my husband lying on the bed. It was my turn to undress him and goodness! Was he so heavy?I rolled him over and peeled off his suit and shirt then his pan
Mira “Is he going to be there all night?” Cassie asked after swishing the curtain closed. I rolled my eyes.“Between him and my husband, I don't know who's more persistent.”“Ouuuu…” Cassie did a little shake with her shoulders before plunking beside me on her bed. “husband.” I grabbed one of her many plushies, the turtle, her favorite one and tossed it at her.“Don't do that to him…” She caught it with a wince, smoothening out the soft turtle. Cassie suddenly looked up from her turtle, causing me to close the book in my hand. “What?” “Remind me again why he has been following you everywhere?” Great, she was over it the same way I was.“Apparently my husband thinks I need protection.” I rolled my eyes again.Again with the my husband thing and Cassie just wouldn't let it go.She hurried to sit with me, knocking my legs off her bed.“Are you in danger? Is he in the mafia?”She was spiraling.“He's just a crazy billionaire.” I shrugged then went towards the window. Sergei was no lo
Theo Everything seemed so quiet but I knew the silence all too well. It's always dead silent before an explosion happens.People doing what they routinely do, couples having dates at a restaurant, people at the grocery shop, just walking down the street. It's always dead silent until it blows.This was the way my world was. Trouble brews, swells, simmers and then all of a sudden it blows up in your face. I'd learned this the hard way and secured the scar on my jaw and I swore never to be unprepared for the worst.Still, I felt it. I was being targeted and I had no idea what game the person was playing. It isn't Zoya because she only cared about art pieces and siphoning funds using them and Nic wasn't that reckless. I had no idea who was doing this and why. That was the most unsettling part of it all. I didn't know. I, an information monger, had no clue on who was behind this or why but with Mirabella in the picture, everything was at stake.Mirabella is everything.I checked my w
Theo “You can't take that project Mirabella.” I said pacing around my study. I may have condoned it if it were not for the stunt Zoya pulled on the art minister. Bella's arms were folded, her jaw set. “You will not tell me what to do?” I rubbed my chin. “I'm trying to protect you. For goodness sake!” “Protect me from what, Theo?” She dug her hands into her pocket and pulled them out again. “Exactly.” She said when I didn't respond. “You will stay quiet to the end.” “Bella—” “If you won't say anything to me then maybe the real danger here is you.” Her words tore right through me, I winced visibly. She was right but it was the only way. I watched her for a second then approached her, we were a few feets apart and it took a lot from me not to touch her. “Zoya isn't someone you want to keep around.” She looked up at me, stern and unyielding. “And why is that?” How was I to tell my wife that the woman she was dealing with was a cold murderer and notorious thief. I imagi
TheoI must have lost my mind to have let her out of my sight after almost losing control with her in that dressing room.Couples usually stuck together during their wedding reception but she fluttered like the most vibrant butterfly in the room. I loved to see her in her element, though she barely
Mirabella I needed air but even though I was breathing it wasn't enough. My throat had stretched so thin that air just couldn't pass through. The air pricked my throat, it couldn't pass through and the ones that did constricted my chest.The ache was dull at first but the pain began to pull, to te
I got down first and fastened my suit jacket. The entirety of this wedding would be a success only if I got the expression I wanted from my wife.My wife.I was watching her from the moment she stepped out of the car, she was distracted from the view, adjusting her train and eventually pulling off
Everyone was playing with me.They always did, not once has there ever been a time anyone took me seriously or cared for what I had to say. It was always I'm sure Mira wouldn't mind.All this was fishy, how was everyone fine with me marrying my sister's fiance.I wanted to flee from this sham and d







