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My naughty and vengeful husband didn’t sit idle while waiting for our merger to be complete. He decided that Ajax Pickering hadn’t received quite enough punishment for his actions. He took apart the Pickering family's holdings one section at a time, until there was nothing left. Buying it up piece by piece and then selling it for pennies on the dollar to make a point. I almost feel sorry for Ajax, but when I do, I remember what holding a pillow to Jaxon’s chest while he nearly bled to death felt like.
Things have been going so well between us that I am wondering why I ever resisted him, to begin with. We talk like equals, discussing business and our future. He warms my bed every night, providing me with earth-shattering orgasms, and surprises me at the office by bending me over his desk and fucking me raw or hiding under mine and eating my cunt while others are in the room. The man has no shame and gets off both torturing me and pushing my limits. I am discovering all these different factors about him and myself.
He is also obsessively protective and possessive of me. A fact that any man that has come within a two-foot radius has had to learn the hard way. The memory of the charity business luncheon we attended last week makes me grin. I had just stepped out of the private bathroom that Jaxon and I had a little quickie in, where he bent me over the vanity, fucked me hard and quick, and filled my pussy with cum when a male business acquaintance wrapped his fingers around my forearm in greeting.
My unstable and highly jealous husband just happened to come out of the bathroom door at that moment. The next thing I knew the man was in a headlock and being slammed into a wall. The spectacle it caused was embarrassing and dramatic. The police were called, and the event coordinator looked on in horror. Luckily, the man refused to press charges despite the giant goose egg on his forehead.
We made the gossip section of every paper, and the warning was clear to any man who would think to approach me. My husband is unstable and territorial, so it’s best to keep at a safe distance from my body. I could say I was enraged at his behavior, and despite raking him over the coals about making us tabloid fodder, I secretly enjoyed every minute of it. I am the happiest I have ever been, a knowledge that should scare me but that I can’t seem to dial back. Am I being reckless with my heart?Only time will tell.
“Mrs. Stratford…I am sorry to disturb you, but I think you should see this.” Tyson walks into my office unannounced, looking like he’s about to head to an electric chair. His face is pale, and sweat is beading on his forehead. He’s holding a tabloid magazine in his tight grip in front of him.
I watch him approach with a sense of dread pooling in the pit of my stomach. It takes a lot to rattle Tyson, as Jaxon has come to discover. My assistant fears no one but me and puts himself in my husband’s path of wrath more than any sensible human would. He hands me the magazine, and I watch him swallow harshly, his Adam’s apple moving up and down with the movement. “I have already contacted our lawyers to get it stopped, but I don’t know if we will be able to halt it completely before it’s released. A contact I have there snuck this copy to me.”
I stare down at the magazine cover in complete shock. My hand trembles as I place it on the desk in front of me, smoothing over the cover with my trembling fingers. On the surface of the gossip magazine is my husband dressed in a black tuxedo from last night’s gala that he attended solo and wrapped around his body with her hands in his hair and kissing his neck is none other than Kalista Cain in a daring silver gown that barely covers her sinful model body.
The urge to rip the cover apart fills me, and my hands clench, my sharp fingernails digging deeply into my flesh. The photographer caught them unawares. You can tell by their intimate posture and the way his eyes are at half-mast. The way his eyes are when he’s turned on and enjoying himself. The gala signage is clearly visible behind them, so it can’t be a photograph from the past. Instant rage and hurt fill me; the pain is so staggering that I have to brace myself on the edge of the desk.
They look enraptured with each other, both of them stunning in their finery, their sexual attraction and intimacy explosive. You can feel the heat coming off the page. Heat that I thought he reserved for me alone, but foolishly, I was mistaken. What a fucking imbecile I have been! I am the biggest fool walking around, with my emotions on display, just waiting for Jaxon to crush me. How easily I was convinced to let down my guard, to fall for him and his lies.
I raise my gaze to Tyson’s, and I see a moment of pity there before he wipes it away and schools his features. “Where is my husband now?” I question through gritted teeth.
“I believe he is with the corporate lawyers tying up loose ends.” Tyson’s gaze never leaves mine, and I feel the strength and anger simmering from him to me. Is he the only man I can trust and count on? Is this young man who took a chance on being my assistant, my general, the only male that will never let me down and disappoint me? I stare back down at the image of the man that just this morning made me scream in ecstasy and now makes me want to cry in pain.
How could he do this to me? To us? Were Ajax and Kalista both right? Will he never be faithful to me? Will he keep going back to her? With this merger, he got what he wanted; his empire expanded to unprecedented lengths. Was fucking me and playing me a way to get what he wanted? Was I too naive and stupid to see that I was being manipulated? He used me; he used my attraction for him and my willingness to grow our empire to control me, to make me lax in my vigilance.
He went back to her, despite having me. Despite all the passion that we share. Does the bastard think he can have his cake and eat it too? I fucking warned him what I would do if he strayed if he tried to play with me. He obviously took my threats as ineffectual nonsense spewed by a weak woman. He’s about to learn that nothing about me is weak. I will have my vengeance, my pound of flesh, and he will pay it in blood. He constantly reminds me that a Stratford always gets his revenge and pays his due. Did he forget that I was one now? That he himself forced me to become one. I will have my vengeance until the only thing left of him is my new name, and even then, I may bury that too.
“Ensure that this doesn’t ever see the light of day. Buy the fucking magazine company if you have to.” I stand there with the proof of my husband’s treachery in my tightly clenched hand, moving from behind my desk and heading towards my office door, with fire racing up my spine and the need for retribution filling all my pores. War is calling my name, asking me to avenge the hurt that Jaxon has just caused with his deceit. I plan to answer it with all of the might I have before me. Jaxon thinks I have given him power over me; I can’t wait to show him how fucking destructively wrong he is. He will regret the day he even breathed in my direction when I am done with him.
I will take what he seems to value more than me, more than the empire we were stupidly building together. I will bury that bitch in a shallow grave, where he can never find her, and then I’ll take his legacy and ensure his name dies with him. .
In my experience, only three types of fucking people ever really tell the truth: children with their innocence, the drunk with their incapacitated minds, and the angry through their fury. Jaxon and the world are about to learn my truth, that I am destructive and entirely without mercy when I am angry and betrayed.
“Where are you going?” Tyson questions with trepidation, fear across his features.
I stop in my tracks, an evil grin crossing my face. “To start a war and teach my husband a painful lesson.”
30
Jaxon
“Bitter people are not interested in what you say, but what you hide.” Shannon L. Alder
Whatintheholyfucking hell!My fucking car is on fire; flames are erupting from all of the shattered windows. I can’t believe the sight before me in the parking lot of my corporate lawyer's offices. Bystanders are standing around and gawking at the sight. I can hear the shrill noise of loud sirens heading in this direction. A loud groaning sound leaves the vehicle, and then I’m thrown back from the explosion that rocks the parking lot. My back hits the asphalt hard, and my breath leaves me in a loud whoosh!
Holy shit, did someone just blow up my car? Is someone trying to kill me? Fuck, where is Stella right now?Maybe it’s the same person trying to hurt her. I need to get my ass up and to my wife to ensure she is safe. I sit myself up slowly, feeling shards of glass embedded in my skin just as the fire department races into the parking lot, and I watch them in horror as they hook up their hoses and try to control the blaze.
“Jaxon, are you alright?” My new assistant, Jake, helps me to my feet. The man is a grizzly bear and hefts me with such force that I bounce a bit when I regain my balance. I stare at him with dumbfounded shock. Is he stupid or something? How can I be alright? Someone just tried to blow me up!
“Where is Stella right now?” I demand, already moving away from the emergency service personnel and back towards the entrance of the building. I need to get into contact with her or that fuckhead assistant of hers, Tyson, to ensure she is safe. Panic is clawing at my throat, and I’m struggling to take a deep breath. Shit, she has to be alright! God, please let them have come for me and not for her.I need her! I need her alive and well. My heart races as my mind supplies vicious images of Stella hurt and bleeding. I clutch at my chest, air suffocating me and causing it to tighten painfully.
“She had scheduled meetings with the marketing team this afternoon outside of the office.” Jake replies with abundant fear. He’s finally coming to the same realization as I am, she may not be safe right now.
“Get me there now!” I bellow.
After the tensest and most frightening forty minutes of my life, and yes, this beats the time my formerbest friendhad a shooter put a bullet through my fucking chest. I finally make it to the marketing company's offices and burst into their meeting room with my chest painfully heaving. I can’t seem to get enough air into my lungs. I’m starting to feel light-headed, nauseous, and sweat is trickling down my back, causing my dress shirt to stick to me like a second skin.
“Sir! Sir, please wait! You can’t go in there!” A secretary yells at me as I storm past her and slam open the door, completely disregarding her objections. As I walk into the room, my eye makes quick work of going over each of the inhabitants that are sitting there with shocked expressions on their faces. Where the hell is Stella? She’s not here! “Where is my wife?” I demand with agitation and impatience.
