My eight years 8

That was how I showed my determination to be with Everett.§  And, as I expected, my father didn’t stop us again.§  We naturally began dating, and eventually, we got married.”  In the beginning, our love story was the talk of the entire social circle.  Everyone said we were a living fairytale- couple who shattered the … Read more

My eight years 7

I looked at my exhausted, hollow–eyed father by my side–and I couldn’t hold it in any longer. Tears poured out as I broke down in sobs.  After a long while, I reached my trembling hand slowly toward my belly.  The moment my fingertips touched the flatness beneath the blanket, I completely collapsed.  “Dad… the baby…”  … Read more

My eight years 6

It was said that those who tried to investigate my father never returned.  In those early years, when others saw the Richardson family’s business crumbling, many tried to frame or sabotage him. But every single time–before they even made a move–their own businesses suffered a backlash a hundredfold.}  In just three short years, my father … Read more

My eight years 5

The blood drained from everyone’s face as they heard that voice.  They tried to turn around, but the cold press of gun barrels against their heads froze them in place.  Everett’s expression collapsed in an instant. He looked toward the cold storage room and shouted furiously, “Laura! What the hell are you up to?! Haven’t … Read more

My eight years 4

Seeing Everett explode with rage, the people behind him didn’t dare utter another word.”  They silently turned the freezer’s temperature down to negative 100 degrees.}  In an instant, a wave of bone–chilling wind blasted through the air vents, hitting me like knives made of frost.  The cold robbed me of speech–my teeth chattered uncontrollably, and … Read more

My eight years 3

“Everett, pouring water over ice will make it stick to skin like glue,” she said timidly. “If she moves even a little, her flesh will tear. She’s due any day now–something terrible could happen…”  His hand, mid–gesture, paused in the air.  He hesitated.§  But before the moment could shift, a soft, pitiful voice came from … Read more

My eight years 2

Fainted from the cold?    All I did was turn on the air conditioner for thirty minutes. When I left Everett’s office, Maeve was still smiling, making plans with her girlfriends to hit the bar that evening.§  I opened my mouth to explain–but Everett’s expression became indifferent in an instant. His voice dropped several degrees … Read more

My eight years 1

Eight months pregnant, I went to Everett’s office to deliver some documents.  The temperature inside was scorching 46°C. Just as I reached to turn on the air conditioner, his secretary stopped me.§  “Ma’am,” she said sweetly, “I’m on my period. I get cold easily–please don’t turn it on.“}  I glanced sideways at her. My baby … Read more

wolfless 25

Chapter 25  Aria’s POV  The marble floors echoed with each step of my heels as I followed Jack into his mansion, My torn silver dress cought the light from the crystal chandelien overhead, making the rips in the delicate fabric even more obvious,  c. make  yourself jack moved ahead with the fluid grace typical of … Read more

wolfless 24

Chapter 24  Aria’s POV  The grand ballroom doors closed behind me with a soft click as I finally extracted myself from Eth hands had gripped me, but I forced those dangerous thoughts away.  embrace. My skin still tingled where his  “I can manage from here,” I said firmly, avoiding his forest–green gaze. The warmth of … Read more