Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

"Nicholas, you jerk!"

As I uttered these words, my breath trembled and my teeth chattered. Nicholas walked toward me, grabbing my collar with his left hand and pulling me up from the ground. He yanked me close to him. His breath was as icy as frost, brushing against my neck. Even his long, narrow black eyes seemed to be veiled with a thin layer of mist. Despite hearing my insults, he simply smiled at me with indifference. But that smile carried a deep, threatening meaning no matter how one looked at it. Nicholas reached out and tucked a few stray strands of hair behind my ear. He adjusted my clothes, which he had messed up, as if he were fixing a beloved toy doll. I wanted to pull away, but his arm around my waist held me tightly. Any slight movement would have made it seem like I was inviting his advances.

Even at this moment, with his bare skin and our intimate movements, I felt nothing but fear between us.

Noticing my resistance, Nicholas furrowed his brow in confusion and asked, "What are you hiding from?"

He seemed to realize something and said, "You don't actually think I want to kiss you, do you?"

He then added, "Don't worry. I would never share a woman with another man."

I could bear it no longer and raised my hand to slap his face, but he caught my wrist.

"Ariana, whether it's feelings or anything else, don't even think about laying a hand on me until you've repaid your debt.

some gray areas when I helped you reclaim Jones Corporation, but I

you some time. Think about whether you want

this means we can't even

relationship could never return to what it once was.

the case, why couldn't he keep me by his side? His intention wasn't to harm me

himself

safeguard that brought him joy and made him feel alive! He never wanted to go

days of desperately living

feeling worse than dead.

than to treat him like a stranger and dismiss him. This was all he could hold onto. Nicholas didn't directly answer my question. In fact, he didn't care about my thoughts or our relationship, even though our child, Tabitha, was still

who could boldly advertise Jay Caldwell & Co. even if my photos got leaked online. I had a weakness now. I couldn't let Tabitha see that her mother was anything less than

eyes, trying several times to focus but failed.

now. What do you want me to do? I can pay you back for the amount

pay me back. You helped Pete swallow his wife's company. Nearly a third of its market value