Love Unbreakable
Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine
The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Comeback
Comeback Of The Adored Heiress
Bound By Love: Marrying My Disabled Husband
Reborn And Remade: Pursued By The Billionaire
Best Friend Divorced Me When I Carried His Baby
Moonlit Desires: The CEO's Daring Proposal
Who Dares Claim The Heart Of My Wonderful Queen?
Married To An Exquisite Queen: My Ex-wife's Spectacular Comeback
~Kiva
Someone screams, glass shatters and a thud loud enough to be attributed to the house fracturing rouses me.
My body lurches upward, throat tightening as I look through the darkness.
Sheets wind around my legs as I scramble across the mattress, toppling over the edge and to the floor.
Another scream, except this time it's cut short, coming from downstairs. My blood turns ice cold, chills rattling through me.
With my feet finally under me, I wander toward my door, resting my ear against it.
“Andri…what’s going on out there?” I call out.
My personal guard doesn't answer. The commotion from downstairs seems to be nearing, the sound travelling up to the second story. Whoever has broken in, is getting close.
“Andri? Can I come out?” I'm begging.
My fingers brush against the door handle, tempting me. Father would demand I stay in my room, wait for help, but I fear someone is coming to kill me, and if Andri is not posted at my door, there will be nothing between them and I.
Throwing the door open, I peer out. Through the darkness, I can see the shadow of a body slumped against the door.
Stepping out, I wince, the carpet wet beneath my bare feet.
My stomach twists. Blood.
Stooping down, I run my hands along the body, feeling up to their face. There's no doubting this is Andri, his blood pooling out across the floor.
“Oh…oh no, please tell me you aren’t dead," I plead, shaking his shoulders. I can feel his head roll limply around, nausea rearing up inside me to the point I have to back away, nearly slipping in the blood.
The nearing footsteps have me retreating back through the threshold of my bedroom. There is no where for me to run.
As soon as I stand, someone emerges from the shadows, grabbing me.
My scream is immediately muffled as a gloved hand is shoved over my mouth, their other arm winding around my stomach, yanking me back into the room.
Clawing at their clothing, I continue to scream, kicking and thrashing about frantically as they drag me into the room, throwing me down onto the bed.
I'm going to die. They are going to murder me.