It's been two years since he has gone to study abroad.

I still remember the day I came to live in this house after my parent's death.

I still remember the day when he suddenly came into my room. 

I was looking at him with shocked eyes because of his actions. He locked the door and started coming in my direction. I knew that I was in danger but I can't move my body.

Bloody hell, my body was held by the cold gaze of his blue sea-colored eyes. 

With long steps, he was coming towards me, and in a flash of seconds, he was in front of me. He grabbed my hair making me look into his eyes, my eyes were close afraid of meeting his cold star but the next word from his mouth made my eyes short open.

"Who was that man Jane with whom you were laughing and talking answer me. Who was he," he shouted in anger. I took in his appearance his jaw was clenched and his eyes were burning in anger.  

H-e-he saw me with him. 

I knew I was in danger. Now, what should I do was the big questions for me. 

Warm tears filled my eyes ready to slip out from the corner of my eyes by remembering that day. The memor memory of that day still you heard it right.

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Against His Will

He was wearing a blue suit with perfectly gelled hair. He was looking more dashing with his angry face. Why this person has only one emotion I wonder. 


His eyes moved to Gray's hand which was still on my waist. He was looking at him like he wanted to throw punches at his face. Gray sensed the tension in the air and removed his hands from my waist. 


Now he shifted his gaze from him to me. His gaze was boring holes in my body, warning me to move away from Gray's presence. But you all know that I don't take his orders. 


“Gray, meet Aunt Jennifer's son, Zanvil Adams," I said while intertwining my hands with Gray's forearm. 


Gray smiled at Zanvil and extended his hand “Hi Grayson Williams”. 


Zanvil didn't utter a word and moved his gaze from our intertwined hands to Gray's extended hand. Again he shifted his gaze to my face, took Gray’s hand, and said "Zanvil Adams”. While shaking it, his gaze was still on our intertwined hands. 


Chapter 21