Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
She doesn’t remember the wedding. In fact, she doesn’t remember much besides the fact her family tried to get rid of her when she was sick. Now that she has recovered, she's come to learn two all of her family is dead, and she was is married to one of the most feared men in the world.
Carver Turner relished his reputation for being The Beast. He doesn't care about the fear he instilled into others. He kills without mercy. It's what he’s been trained to do, and nothing could sway him from doing his job.
Until his wife comes into his life. She's different. Morgan is sweet, pure, kind, and she doesn't look away from him in disgust.
Morgan doesn’t know much about her husband, but she has come to see that while he is a beast to everyone else, to her, he is an angel. The sweetest husband a woman could ask for. And then, the danger comes...
Carver challenged the boss when he killed Morgan's family. He did it for her, because of what they'd done to her. Now, he has to make a choice, either give up his life, or finally kill his longtime enemy. He has never run away from a fight, and he's not going to start now.
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Chapter One
Morgan Rose looked at the resplendent house from where she’d been admiring the sprawling lawn. She couldn’t quite understand that this was her home now. It had to have been two weeks since it happened. Her family, desperate for money, had gone to the only man they knew, a man known as The Beast. For the longest time, she had heard about this Beast everyone was so afraid of. Some people were even terrified of uttering his name. Children shied away from saying it, especially after their parents would give them a good slap around the back of the head to stop them.
The name literally instilled fear in people, at least people she had come to know. What made it worse? The people she knew were bad. Unlike in the movies where good people had family gatherings and everyone was happy, most of the gatherings she had seen resulted in someone dying.
Life had not been easy.
She’d been witness to families being annihilated because of one member who did something wrong. Sometimes, the judgment was that everyone paid the price. It was designed to keep everyone in line, the ultimate control.
For many years, she had spent a great deal of time wondering what it would mean to be like the families she saw in the movies, or read about in books. The kind that were normal. Where get-togethers didn’t result in blood being spilled, or someone having to learn their place. A time she wouldn’t have to worry about her parents doing something that would put the death mark on their heads. They did not follow a family or cult, but a man she only knew as Romone. Everyone had to follow his rules, and those that decided they were above him didn’t survive.
Her family was in control of some of the women they transported. She lost count of the number of women she heard begging for their lives, pleading to be let go. Everyone under Romone’s rule had a part to play. She knew there were families that controlled the drugs, the guns; she’d even heard of organ donation being done. She figured it was the illegal black market. Throughout it all, there was one consistency. One man seemed to instill fear into everyone, and even Romone couldn’t control him.
That man was The Beast.
She didn’t know how he was able to get away with it. So many people were afraid of him. Now, that very man was her husband. The wedding and everything after was kind of a haze as when her family had been trying to appease him, they hadn’t considered how ill she’d been when they brought her to him.
They didn’t have a wedding night. In fact, in the two weeks they’d been married, she’d been out of it. Beast had taken care of her.
She didn’t know if he had any other name. Everyone always referred to him as The Beast. She did know he’d cared for her, gotten her well, and once she was over the worst, he had informed her that all of her family were dead. Morgan didn’t ask him why.
Growing up, she learned not to ask questions. It didn’t mean she didn’t have a ton of them, but there was no way she was going to ask this stranger why he’d killed her family. Not that she mourned them. Her family had been cruel.
She had a horrible memory of a young woman trying to escape the house, her brother beating her, as well as her father and uncles. They made an example of her, scarring her up, but made sure she was still alive. For many years, that woman worked at their home.