Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33718 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33718 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
UNBEKNOWNST TO TAHEY, Dmitry himself had his own private misgivings about the two of them. While he had no qualms claiming her as his girlfriend in public, his own thoughts and feelings were another matter. That she was important to him, he had only just learned to accept. But to acknowledge once and for all that they had an actual relationship?
A part of him violently rebelled against the idea, and it was the part that had yet to get over Paige's demise...and the role Tahey had unknowingly played in it. That part of him constantly mocked and jeered at him; it questioned his integrity and honor, demanding to know how Dmitry could face himself in the mirror, knowing that he was literally sleeping with the enemy.
When Tahey was around, this sick and angry part of him would be silenced, and the billionaire found himself experiencing the kind of life he had never known before. Tahey was pure joy. With the exception of her tears, there didn't seem anything else she held back on. She gave her smiles freely and never appeared to run out of things to feel happy about. And her love...she hadn't said the words again, but her doe eyes said them for her every time they were making love.
His Tahey was beautiful, inside and out, which was why it gutted him, knowing that a part of him would hate her...for the rest of his life.
THE DAY WHEN EVERYTHING changed didn't come unannounced. It never really did for anyone. It was that niggling feeling at the back of your head, that voice inside of you whispering about a storm coming.
Both Dmitry and Tahey had such moments, but because everything was still new and neither had wanted to rock the boat they were in, the two made a decision not to speak of such moments to each other.
I'm just being paranoid like always, Tahey would tell herself every time worry and dread crept up on her, and life seemed a little too perfect.
As for the billionaire, the fact that he had begun to dream more and more often about Paige was something he simply dismissed as a coincidence. He had such phases before, and they typically disappeared on their own. There was no reason, no fucking reason why they would be different this time.
Another week passed. Tahey and Dmitry had been living together for a month now, and the two could no longer remember what their days were like before they had come into each other's lives.
Tahey had gotten used to Dmitry waking her up and falling asleep in his arms, and in between those, he would have found a way to make her cum several times over. And in truth, it was the times when they were making love that were her favorite part of the day because those were also the only instances when the billionaire's defenses were all down. In those moments, there was always a chance that she'd catch his lips curve, and oh, what those rare-as-unicorn flashes of his dimples would do to her.
Those dimples of his killed her every darn time, but no matter what she said or did, she just couldn't make him smile or laugh when they weren't making love.
Just give it up, the billionaire had advised her. I'm simply not the type.
But surely you weren't always like this before?
It had taken him a while to answer, and when he finally did—-
I forgot how to smile when my sister died.
His words had broken her heart, and she had thrown herself in his arms after that, hugging him so tightly that she had managed to make the billionaire grunt in pain.
I'm sorry, Dmitry. I'm so sorry. I wish there's something I could do to take your pain away.
She had tried to make him talk about his sister once. Just once, but the way his handsome face had abruptly shuttered so terrified her that she never brought it up again. She had tried asking Sasha about it instead, but when the younger Adrianov also proved to be a closed book, Tahey realized with sadness how much their half-sister's death still haunted them.
And she wished, oh if only...if only there was a way she could help them with their grief, she would gladly do it.
Anything, God. I'd gladly do anything.
And she prayed this every day, never realizing until it was too late that what she was also praying for was her own ruin.
DMITRY HAD JUST RETURNED to the office from another meeting when he found Tahey pale-faced and frozen in her desk. He went to her right away and saw that she had in her hand her iPhone, its screen revealing her call log. And the last person to call her—-
Thomas.
And in that instant, the billionaire felt his own face pale as well.
This was it, he realized dully.