Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
No, she had thought she had married Graham. A sweet, hard-working, business-owning man, who yes, had been older than her by fifteen years. He’d been a man who made her heart flutter and have butterflies dancing in the pit of her stomach. She loved the feel of his hands all over her body, as well as his tongue.
She loved everything about him, and she’d been a little afraid of how quickly she had fallen for him. It was just insane. He’d worked his way into her life, and she’d fallen into him like he was a lifeline. Grim had made her laugh. She always looked forward to seeing him. After work, she would look for him, because he’d be waiting for her. Their dates had been magical. When she was in his company, she had forgotten about everything else, and all that mattered was being with him.
Grim—no, Graham—had become her whole world.
And it was all a lie.
She didn’t even know what titles he had. He was a monster, cruel, and a bully. From the moment she saw him handling that home invader, it was like everything else had slipped into place.
A few times over the past year, she heard the guards talking, and she assumed it had been about the enemy or someone else. It had been about Grim.
“He’s twisted.”
“I wouldn’t want to get on his bad side.”
“No one ever lives to tell the tale.”
“He’s a monster and a bully.”
And the rumors had gone on. Again, she had been so high on her love for this man and how quickly her feelings had developed. Her mother had always told her she would find someone who would make her forget the world was round. She hadn’t been wrong.
Eve knew she had found someone who morphed the lines between good and evil, and was known to be cruel.
In the few days she had made her escape, she had no choice but to take to the streets, which hadn’t been fun. In doing so, she had come to learn the truth of the man she had married.
Grim was exactly what his name suggested. A bringer of death. A darkness. A man to be feared. Cruel beyond words. There was nothing good to be said about him. No one liked him.
From the sound of it, she was the only woman to like him. To love him, to fall for his tricks. And she felt like the world’s biggest fool. He had known what he was doing, and yet she still fell for it.
She turned her head at the sound of the door opening, and there he stood, her lying husband.
Eve didn’t know what was worse in that moments—the fact that he had lied to her, or the fact she had wished it had been something far worse. Did she even wish, just a little, that he might have cheated on her?
The thought of him with another woman filled her with hatred. No, she didn’t want to imagine him with anyone else. Grim was hers.
Tears filled her eyes. She didn’t feel relief because of that.
“You kidnapped me,” Eve said.
“I don’t believe it’s called kidnapping when I’m trying to take care of my wife,” he said.
“So, what do you call it when you spend every single moment since we met lying to me?” Eve asked.
She turned her head and forced herself to look at him, with his dark-brown eyes that she had stared into more times than she could count. She loved the way they looked into her and saw her.
This was cruel.
Grim possessed everything she loved. She loved him so damn much, and he looked exactly like the man she had fallen in love with. There was no evil that surrounded him, but she knew it was there.
“I have never lied to you,” he said.
“Never? You’re not Graham.”
Grim smiled. “Technically, Graham is my real name, but I changed it to Grim when I wanted to set an example.”
She shook her head. No. He was going to have an answer for everything, and she didn’t know if she would be able to stand it.
“I don’t want to do this,” she said, getting to her feet. She didn’t want to face him while he towered over her. Although he’d entered their bedroom, he closed the door and still kept a good distance from her.
The moment Grim had been dealing with whatever trouble had come looking for them, Eve had made her escape.
“You’re going to try and manipulate your way out of the truth, aren’t you?” she asked. “You lied. You never told me the truth.”
“You never asked.”
She gasped. “What?”
“You never asked. You didn’t ask what business I was in. You didn’t ask what I did.”
“Because you always avoided the line of questioning, like a pro. You only asked the questions you cared to ask.” She shook her head. “You know what, I can’t do this. I don’t know what game you’re playing but I want no part of it. I want a divorce.”