Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 30540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
"There is one thing I'd like to ask," Sheena whispered.
"If it's within my power—-"
"It is," she said quickly.
"Then it's yours."
And those turned out to be his famous last words, with Sasha finding himself trapped in a living nightmare of his own doing a few months later.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Sasha couldn't remember feeling so fucking terrified his entire life, and the looks on the other guys' faces told him that all of them shared his fears.
"You can do it," Tahey was yelling while Bailey was already up on her feet and anxiously biting her nails.
Sheena's half-Russian, half-Thai opponent finally made her move, and because Sheena failed to step back in time—-
Fuck!
Sasha and all the others winced simultaneously as the opponent landed a solid kick to Sheena's side.
C'mon, baby, c'mon...
His jaw clenched as he watched Sheena get back to her feet, but instead of preparing for her opponent's next move—-
Ah, fuck.
Sheena quickly turned to his direction—-
Sasha almost groaned. No, baby, don't look at me.
—-and mouthed, 'I'm okay.'
Sasha could feel himself turning white.
No, baby, you're not.
And she sure as hell wasn't, since the moment Sheena turned back to her opponent, the other woman was all too ready, and her next kick had Sasha's fiancée flying to the cage.
SHEENA RUSHED TO SASHA and their friends as soon as the award-giving ceremony was over. Everyone was quick to tell her that she had done a great job, and they were all obviously just too nice to tell her she was crap. But it was when she was finally face to face with Sasha, and she was about to apologize for losing a match for the tenth straight time—-
Oh no.
She was the one who had lost the match...so why was it the billionaire who looked as if had just gone through hell?
"Are you okay?" she asked uncertainly.
"Fuck no," Sasha growled down at her. "That's your last match—-"
"But—-"
"You suck at beating people up, Sheena."
Well...she did hate having to physically assault people, but the day after their engagement, she had promised Sasha that she was going to make sure she would never become a liability to the Devil—-and no way was she going to break her word.
"MMA might not be for me," Sheena allowed, "but there are other ways I can learn to defend myself. Maybe, I can...I dunno, learn to shoot—-"
"No!"
All five men of Strakh had answered Sheena simultaneously, and Tahey could only fight back a smile when the younger woman blinked at them in confusion. It was just so adorable how clueless her future sister-in-law was!
Stelios glanced at his wife, and the Greek billionaire's handsome face softened at how much she was struggling not to laugh.
Bailey felt self-conscious when she realized Stelios was staring at her. "What?"
Her husband lifted a brow. "Am I not allowed to stare at my wife?"
Of course he was allowed, but the question here was why...since both of them knew their marriage was hardly a love match.
Stelios could tell something was wrong by the way his wife was suddenly gnawing on her lip.
Bailey's heart was beating hard against her chest. She knew this was not the best time at all to ask, but...
"Stelios?"
"Mm?" Her lowered voice had Stelios thinking that she was about to say something she wished to keep private between them, and he bent his head to hear what she had to say. It was likely something delightfully mundane, something that he would only care to hear from his wife and never from other women.
But in this case he was dead wrong, and it was like being sucker-punched when Stelios heard his wife clear her throat before saying—-
"I want a divorce."
The End