Ryan stood rooted in the spot and tried to process the information. The girl he saved when he was eight was Stephanie? His father knew but still made a fool of him by making him carry out stupid assignment by using the Hill family to threaten him? He stared at his father. “You know what, dad? You're unbelievable.” He started toward the door. “Ryan…you are not the only one affected by your mother's death! You get it?” “Like hell, you were affected. Like hell, you missed her way more than I did. But what…?” Ryan laughed. “You made no attempt to find out who murdered her. What a way to miss someone.” “We have different ways of handling losses. This is just my way.” Ryan turned to look at his father. “You handled it in a very pathetic way.” “Thank you, but what would I have done? Left all the work and cried all day? Would that bring her back?” “Dad, stop, will you? Nothing will ever bring her back, yeah, but you are just making excuses. You allowed the fact that you thou
“I was coming to check on you, sir,” the butler said. “Are you the one waiting for me inside?” The butler nodded. “Yes, sir.” For some seconds, it didn't make sense for Ryan. The butler…did the butler cause him to lose his memory? The butler took out a gun from his pocket and handed it over to Ryan. “There are forty bullets in there, I'll be waiting in the party. I saw a guy who caught my attention.” He winked at Ryan before walking away. Ryan sighed in relief. It really wouldn't have been funny if it was the butler who caused his amnesia. Slowly, Ryan walked in. In the center of the empty room were two men on their knees. He couldn't recognize one of them but he knew fully well who the second man was. His mother's only brother. The same man who had been by his side and comforted him when his mother died. Ryan adjusted the gun and pointed at the other man's head. He shot him dead with two bullets. He held the gun against his mother's brother's temple.
At first, Ryan thought it was a wet dream. It couldn't be real that the action lady he had loved for the past six years and had been married to for three years was right on his bed. He was still trying to snap out of the imagination when he felt the warmth of her breasts pressed against his chest. For a moment, she rubbed her breasts over his chest. Those breasts he had only had the chance of seeing once in a blue moon while she changed her clothes. He tried to sit up in the bed, but she lay completely over him before he could. The smooth and slippery touch spread along his body through the warmth. "Steph…" he doubted she heard him before she pressed her lips on his. Her lips were soft and moist, carrying her scent. It's been three years. They've been married three years and Stephanie has never for once allowed him to hug her, not to talk of sleeping on the same bed with her. Ryan felt his dick erect. This is no dream. But… What came over Stephanie? Is she starting
Ryan's eyes wandered around the room to see if there was anyone else she was speaking to. No one. His eyes darted back to her. A rapist? Is she starting to run out of her mind?“What are you talking about?” Ryan forced himself to ask even though what he wanted to do right now was to throw anything he could possibly throw, turn the room upside down to show Stephanie that she isn't the only one capable of getting mad. She stared at him, anger visible on her face. "So it has now come to this, huh? Drugging me just so you can sleep with me?" She didn't shout this time. Drug? Ryan tried to stand up but his body felt numb again. The last thing Stephanie should ever think of if she had even the slightest bit feeling for him was that he would drug her. And to think she was the one who seduced him last night… his mouth opened slightly to say something, but no words came out. All the words in his head wanted to rush out at once. He couldn't even form a sentence to deny what she was accusing
"About what happened last night…" she took her lower lip between her teeth. "I'll give you a chance to explain yourself but you and I are not sleeping in the—" "I'm not asking for an option, Steph. I asked for a divorce and that's what I'm going to settle for," Ryan said. There are two reasons for which Stephanie has been keeping Ryan as her husband all these while. First one is obvious. Even with his lack of ambition, the guy knows how to cook, clean the house and make sure everything is in order. The second one… just thinking about it made her breath catch in her throat. Grandfather was the one who ordered that she marry Ryan. All those bitches and sons of bitches that were from her mother and father's family side only had to hear that she's divorced Ryan and they would cut her inheritance. She sighed and looked at Ryan. "Ryan, I can forgive you if—" "I already told you what I want," he said, an anger that Stephanie had never noticed before was on his face. "If you're thinkin
The car door opened and a tall man who looked like he was in his late forties walked toward Ryan, about two bodyguards escorted him. The man was no other person than the family butler. He bowed slightly before Ryan. "Sir, your three-year period agreement with the master has ended and since you couldn't keep Miss Stephanie with you all these while, you should return to New York and inherit the family business according to your promise." Ryan was fifteen years old when he was abducted by people he couldn't recognize, and he had lost his memory since then. When he was at the orphanage home, he accidentally saved a man sprawled on the floor. The man turned out to be the master of Hill's family. He took Ryan to the Hill family and three years ago, Stephanie's grandfather, to show his appreciation to Ryan, asked that Ryan get married to Stephanie. Ryan had been under the impression that the Master of the Hill's family might have arranged the marriage for an extra purpose, but he ne
"Master said you don't have to return home now if you don't want to, but you have to manage the subsidiary of the conglomerate here in Atlanta," the butler said as Ryan read through the contract. "What if I don't manage the subsidiary and at the same time don't return home?" "I am afraid, Sir, Master would have to retaliate against the Hill family." Ryan glanced sharply at the butler. "What?" He asked, more shocked than surprised. "Dad told you that?" "Yes, Sir." Ryan shifted his weight on one leg. His father had him cornered. Before Stephanie's grandfather died, the man had made Ryan promise that he would take good care of the Hill family business. Even after what had happened between him and Stephanie in the past few hours, he couldn't bring himself to watch her family business get destroyed because of him. But wait a minute… He glanced at the butler who was waiting for his response. "Dad told you he would retaliate against the Hill family if I don't manage the subsi
Mrs Hill raised her chin in a haughty manner. She dressed in expensive clothes and wore one of her heel shoes that often made Ryan wonder how she found it convenient to walk in them. She was accompanied by some women wearing expensive clothes too. Each of them were carrying shopping bags, making it obvious that they had just gone on another show-off shopping, displaying how much money they had. Ryan's eyes moved back to Mrs Hill who was looking at him in total disdain. "What is wrong?" He asked. Mrs Hill was slightly caught off guard by the cold manner in which Ryan responded to her. If it were some other time, he would have bowed immediately he saw her. Is he sick? "What are you doing here? You are supposed to be home getting the breakfast ready for the family, you ungrateful idiot," She said in disdain. "Ungrateful idiot?" Ryan asked coldly. "What more do I have to do so that you can be satisfied?" He moved closer to her and looked her straight in the eyes. "Ever since I go