Page 30 of Forced Innocent Bride By the Bratva

There were medical records and therapist’s notes that documented Alina’s suicide attempt, including details of her emotional state and the events leading up to it.

Daniel’s story checked out, and although I didn’t want to believe him, the evidence left me with no choice. It made sense now why Liam looked so terrified back at the church the day the Russians invaded the building. I had thought, at the time, that he was just shocked and taken by surprise, but now, the dots were starting to connect.

Liam was terrified that day because he knew why the Russians had come. He was aware that they’d come for revenge.

My face contorted into a frown, my jaw tightening as a mix of anger and disappointment washed over me. I’d tried to delude myself into thinking that he was innocent of this crime, but the truth was impossible to ignore. Deep down in my heart, I was almost convinced that Liam wasn’t the man I thought he was. He’d been deceiving me this whole time, pretending to be a perfect gentleman, capable of hurting only those who deserved it.

I could imagine the amount of pain Alina must have felt to make her want to take her own life. I was a woman, so I understood her plight; I didn’t need to have been exploited to know much it sucked. And to think I almost spent the rest of my life with such a man.

A few weeks before the wedding day, blogs and social media platforms spread the rumor of what Liam had supposedly done to Alina. I thought that it was some random girl pointing accusing fingers at my fiancé. Liam had sworn to me that he had nothing to do with the girl and that he only needed my trust and support.

What a fool I was! So stupidly in love that I let my emotions cloud my ability to think for myself. Liam was guilty, and he lied to save his own skin. He was a pervert, a manipulative and lying scumbag who tricked people into thinking he was a good guy, a man of principles.

I clenched my fingers into fists, my expression darkening at the pang of hate swelling within me. What if Daniel hadn’t interrupted that wedding? I would’ve been married to a pervert, and what guarantee was there that he wouldn’t turn on me the moment I was his wife?

Did he even love me? Was it all just an act to get my love and attention?

Looking back now, I realized he’d been way too good to be true—perfect to a fault. Liam and I weren’t like the regular couples. We never fought for one day throughout our dating period. I used to think that it was because we were so compatible with one another. But that wasn’t true. No. It was just something I told myself so I’d feel like the luckiest woman in the world.

Liam was so sweet and adorable, always saying the right words and doing the right things—like he was sticking to a script.

I buried my face in my palms, exhaling sharply as more than a few dots started to connect. My heart was broken, my eyes opening to the extent of my nativity. How come I never saw it as a problem that Liam didn’t argue with me about anything? How come I didn’t question the fact that he never did anything wrong?

I wasn’t disputing the fact that good men existed, but Liam wasn’t just a good man; he was agreatman, perfect in every way. That right there should have rang a bell in my head that something was wrong. But I was so carried away by all the attention and love that I lost my senses.

There was a 99.9% chance that Daniel was right, and I hated that possibility. I hadn’t heard from Liam himself; I hadn’t looked him in the eyes and asked if this was true. But with everything I’d seen, every puzzle piece I’d put together, there really wasn’t much that he could say to defend himself.

Daniel was right; I’d been too naive to see what was happening right under my nose.

I leaned back on the bench, my hands smoothing my hair backward. In a jiffy, my thoughts moved from Liam to Daniel, and my breath ceased as images of his hands all over my body flooded my head.

Since the night we had sex, I hadn’t been able to think straight. I hated myself for allowing him to take advantage of my weakness, but at the same time, I couldn’t deny how much I actually enjoyed it. Daniel sure knew how to pleasure a woman; he knew the right places to touch, and each caress ignited something within me.

Even until now, that flame had yet to fizzle out. It still burned, threatening to consume me. I remembered the taste of his lips on mine, the feeling of his skin brushing against me. The way his possessive hands had touched me, gripped me, and pulled me to himself was both intimidating and super hot at the same time.

His broad torso, his chiseled abs, and his tough skin accentuated his allure, making him almost irresistible. Daniel was a skilled lover, an expert in giving pure, unbridled pleasure. The man was excellent at using not only his shaft but his fingers and tongue as well.

Thinking about the way he handled me that night caused my core to tremble with desire. A wave of passion spread across my body, and a shiver ran down my spine. I hated how much of an effect Daniel had on me, and no matter how hard I tried to push him out of my head, he just wouldn’t leave.

There was something about him that pulled me in like a moth to a flame, and that thing would be the end of me for sure. Sleeping with him was a bad idea, a really terrible one. Now, I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and even though I’d never admit it, I knew deep down that I wanted him again. So badly.

Daniel was familiar with the anatomy of a woman; that was the only logical explanation for why he knew the right places to kiss, touch, caress, and hit. He didn’t only know where to touch but alsohowto. He awakened something in me that night, something primal. And now, I wanted a taste of that long, hard, and veiny cock that catapulted me to another realm. I craved to have him inside me again despite my reservations.

I hated myself for feeling this way, for yearning for the man who kidnapped and essentially ruined my life. He was the reason I was stuck in this prison, and I should feel nothing but hate toward him. I should despise him, and the very thought of him should irritate me. But sadly, that wasn’t the case. In fact, the reverse was true. That was how I knew I was doomed.

Although I was lost in thought, my senses were active enough to pick up the scent of his cologne, and I felt another presence around me—his. He would always pop out of nowhere, and his sudden appearance would often scare the living daylights out of me. But not today.

Daniel had always teased me about fighting my fear. Maybe subconsciously, my body was starting to adapt, to be more aware of my surroundings so nothing would catch me off guard. Somehow, for some strange reason, I felt proud of myself, and my lips curled into a faint grin.

“You might as well come out now. I know you’re there,” I said without looking behind me.

His slow and quiet footsteps approached me, his voice calm and gentle. “Impressive. Someone’s finally learning.”

I turned in his direction, lips pursed to suppress my smile. My expression was blank—flat—so he wouldn’t get any reading of me. I couldn’t have him gloating over seeing me smile or welcoming. I wasn’t ready to face defeat just yet. There was still a little fight left in me, and I was going to use every last ounce of it.

He buried a hand in his pocket, eyes locked on mine, his white shirt clinging to his body and revealing his muscles and imposing frame. Daniel let out a sigh. “Lovely evening, isn’t it?” he asked smoothly.

My brows furrowed, a fleeting scowl flashing across my face. “It was…until you came along,” I said, attempting to act as dismissive as I could.

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