The Devil's Reluctant Bride
sia's
supposed t
f night where I could sit back and admire the life we'd built together–his success, and my quiet contentment. It
the mailbox." I suddenly said from across t
nd frowned. "That's strange. Who u
hought the same too. Maybe you'd c
ord and I could see the telltale signs of his
te and chair, showing him the sexy
atching as he began to eat with a sense of urgency. It was easy, this dance we had, the comfort of the
send you warnings
and our antique chandelier began to shake in the ceiling. My fork clatter
throat growing in mass at the terror in my husband's light bl
y boomed and the food in my stoma
e sight of men flooding into our home. They moved lik
ding up abruptly. "The security at the estate
ht Steven right in the jaw and I could swear I heard a brutal crack. It s
h to my husband but they soon surroun
s frozen in horror, I could hear myself screaming, and feel the tears leaking from my eyes but adrenaline triggered my flight or fight response and my body chose freeze. To
p beating my husband. Please you're gonna kill him! I beg you. I have diamonds you can take!" frantically, I let go of his han
e. Okay, okay. I can handle this. I wiped the tears from my face and choked out. "I will go upstairs now and bring every credit card we own and all my je
ng at me. Gathering what was left of my terror-fried brain, I turned to leave to m
nk around him as he approached. His leather jacket clung to his powerful frame and every inch of him exuded such power that almost made me turn on my heels and fucking bolt. Thr
g room. And I could bet my right arm that he wasn't a t
What was
y neck to the side in record time, seeing my husband tremble like a leaf
my heart breaking at the crumpled loo
o look up. "Hundred million dollars." The man's voice was heavily accented but smooth like water lapping over a rock. "One. Hundred. Mil
or a criminal but he was the CEO of a multimillion-dollar tech company, controlling two percent of the world's finances and a boss to a hundred thousa
nt over, hurling my food onto the carp
straightened, moving his thumb over a ligh
f between him and my husband. "Wait! Wait! You can't just
e in place. I couldn't even tremble under those
d here," he jutted his chin at my bloodied Steven. "Owes me
ced on me and grabbed my arms be
of them holding a knife. They grabbed Steven's hand, slammed it
y today." The man said in an ice-cold voice. "So, I will give you two
d kicking against their grip. "
began studying me. "Bella, you
illed. "No. I want you to. But you don't h
nt and his eyes grew like round plates. "Ambro
then a wicked smirk twisted his thin lips. "Anyth
ears went everywhe
rled into a slow sm
ainst the men holding him down. One of them drove a fist into his stomach and he doubled over
a blade pressed against my husband's
me and those black eyes gleamed. "If
mprehending. He snapped a finger and his men dragged my husband to the sitting room. He
to me."
floor before my br
en's voice cracked and distantl
feet planted apart. He crooked a finger and I began crawling slowly towards him. His hands moved to his belt and he unbuckled it, bottomle
hand cupped my face once I was kneeling right in front of