Reckless Marriage Unyielding Love

1.Chapter 1 Exposed

January in Xosa had a bite to it, a chill that could cut through layers. Mikayla Salvatore breezed out of the mall, her white woolen coat bundled tight, leaving only her radiant face on display. She clutched her latest finds and slid into a private car. Settling into the warmth, her gaze fell on the shopping bags beside her, a joyful smile spreading across her face.

"Ms. Salvatore, Mr. Lindstrom is truly lucky to marry you!" Alfred, the driver, remarked with a warm smile.

"Oh, knock it off, Alfred," Mikayla chided, her face blushing slightly.

Her slender fingers lightly traced the texture of the black sweater in one of the bags, and an indescribable happiness filled her heart. The big day was almost upon them; in just three days, she and Jaxon Lindstrom would be exchanging vows.

With the countdown on, shopping had become her second occupation, always with her bestie in tow. Yet, she hadn't grabbed a thing for herself-it was all about what he would like.

Lost in thought, Mikayla barely noticed that Alfred pulled up in front of a small mansion and swung open her door. Carrying her purchases, Mikayla walked forward briskly. As she reached the door of the room, she blew on her hands for warmth and pushed the door open without a second thought.

She walked in on a shocking scene that stopped her dead in her tracks-two figures entangled on the bed, their passionate moans filling the room.

Suddenly aware of the door swinging open, their fervent activity came to a halt. Jaxon, the adoring and flawless fiancé in Mikayla's, looked up at her, his face flushed with desire, as if he couldn't quite grasp what was happening.

closer with soft whimpers. When she spotted Mikayla, she grabbed a blanket in a panic to cover herself.

lower body. He stepped toward her and reached out, but

good upbringing kicked in, and Mikayla fought to steady the storm inside her-no outbursts, no tears. She held on to the shopping bag, as if seeking some kind of anchor, backing up

room.

the once-bare couple sat fully dressed, squirming across

declared Winona Salvatore,

right past Winona, her eyes drilling into Jaxon, who hung his head in silence,

abdomen miserably. "I won't keep the baby. It won't hold up your wedding, I swear! Please, don't blame Jaxon!" she sobbed. At that, Jaxon's head shot up,

actually hear the sound of his promises crashing into pieces. She couldn't believe it-this was the same man who'd treated her like gold and proposed to her in front of everyone, saying, "Mikayla, in this life, I only want to marry you, love only you, cherish only you!" And yet, here he was, caught with her own cousin, and they were expecting

low and edged with sarcasm. But

her in disbelief, his mind struggling to reconcile the bitter words with the poised and elegant

to me in love. You've broken that, so we're

wedding's just three days away." Jaxon

sneaks around as the other woman?" Mikayla's words hung heavy in the air as she locked

eyes, and looked back at Jaxon who stood there, silent as a statue. The good times they had shared flashed through her mind, stark