Jessica C. Dolan

The kiss grew more passionate as he felt her warm supple body pressing against his chest.
He couldn’t believe how soft she was.
He was gentler this time, making love to her with a slow, languorous pace, pausing now and then to check the expression on her face.
Kira was… transported.
She no longer felt the fabric of the sheets underneath her.
One moment, she was floating in the air, cuddled by cotton candy clouds.
The next, she’d become one with a dinghy, bobbing up and down with the undulating waves.
His scent enveloped her.
He was on top of her, using his arms to support his weight and avoid crushing her.
She snuggled up closer to him, safe and snug, cocooned in his warmth.
Kira had always marvelled at Austyn’s stamina, but he outdid himself tonight.
In the midst of overwhelming rapture, Kira still had the presence of mind to broach the subject she’d been meaning to bring up. ‘My dad’s medical bills…’
Austyn paused.
He frowned as he looked into those beseeching eyes.
‘It’ll be taken care of by the end of business day tomorrow,’ he said with a bit of an edge in his voice.
Kira breathed out.
******
She is a 21-year-old college student who dreams of becoming a journalist.
He is the heir of the McCarthy family and president of a business empire.
She is bright-eyed and vivacious, a glass-half-full kind of gal.
When life throws her a curveball, she knocks it out of the park.
He is the archetypal alpha male, aggressive and domineering.
Endowed with both brains and brawn, he steamrolls over his enemies and rules his company with an iron fist.
The two would never have crossed paths if not for a cruel twist of fate.
Kira’s world was turned upside down when her father was hospitalised after a car accident.
The medical bills were astronomical.
Austyn McCarthy offered her a way out.
The price: becoming his contract wife.
At night, he consummated their marriage but called out another woman’s name.
Who was she?
Why did Austyn marry Kira if he was in love with someone else?
Kira was his lawful wife, but she had no right to ask these questions.
Then one day, the woman showed up in front of her…

Bedmates? Soulmates!

Charlotte had to pause after every sentence to catch her breath.


‘I have hated you. Oh, how much I have hated you. More than once, I wanted…I wanted to kill you.’


He remained standing and fastened his gaze on Charlotte’s bloodless and gaunt face.


‘But now, I don’t have much time left. I will soon be released from your clutches.’


A glimmer of something akin to joy came into her eyes.


‘I will soon be free of you, forever. I asked Austyn to leave…leave the room because I have…I have something to say to you.’


‘Henry McCarthy, I will never…I will never ever forgive you. I hope you rot…rot in hell for eternity.’


Charlotte was seized by a violent coughing fit.


The monitor next to the bed started beeping urgently.


He showed no reaction to his wife’s curse.


Fifteen seconds later, a doctor and two nurses rushed inside.


‘Call Timothy Lowe. Tell him Henry McCarthy’s here.’


Chapter 472 I Hope You Rot In Hell In Eternity