Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Now, she was his wife, and she had to follow his rules.
Elias knew he should have killed Winnie. She had been a witness to murder, but there was no way he was going to allow those fucking animals free. After growing up in the system, he knew she'd had a hard life. There was something about her he just couldn’t let her go. So he kept her.
Now, as his wife, she could have anything she wanted. What did she want? She had fallen for her husband. Winnie knew there was no chance of him loving her. She was just a girl that he saved. However, she was no longer just a girl, but a woman. A woman intent on showing her husband that she could give him everything he needed.
When Winnie is targeted, there is no telling what he will do. He was a monster before, but now, he is unstoppable. Anyone who hurts his wife, will die. No questions asked
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Chapter One
Four years ago, Winnie Moore knew she should have been killed by the man sitting next to her. Instead, she twirled the ring on her finger like it was any normal Saturday night.
The nightmare of four years ago was long in the past. It almost felt like it had happened to someone else. She didn’t even want to think about it. In fact, she rarely thought about that night, which was a mixture of horror and peace at the same time.
Elias Moore, her husband, slapped his hand on the table and presented the cards. Even though they had been married four years, and he regularly came to the casino, she never paid attention to how the game actually worked. She had no idea what he was playing, just that he often won, and not because he cheated. Her husband was many things, but a cheater was not one of them. At least, not when it came to cards.
When it came to sex, she didn’t know if he strayed. She imagined he did. They’d been married four years, and Elias was not ugly. He was very handsome, dangerous, scary, and she had seen all of that in action. Only, he had never harmed her. Never even squeezed her hand too tightly. He had been the perfect gentleman. She wasn’t afraid of him. There was no reason to be.
He never forgot her birthday, or their anniversary, or Christmas. When it came to the holidays, he was there. She wanted for nothing, which, considering she had nothing when they met, never failed to surprise her.
Elias taught her how to drive. He made sure she could go to college. She had a full wardrobe, even a room to herself. There were times she even made outlandish requests, like installing a beauty room in his country home, as well as his apartments where they sometimes stayed. She thought he would deny her request, yet every place they went, there was always a beauty room for her. It had been an off-the-cuff request. Something she had always dreamed of having. It was a stupid dream, but one she still loved.
Growing up in foster care, bouncing from place to place, she never had anything to call her own. There was never anything for her other than a bed, and she was always told to be grateful for it. She got used to never asking for anything. If she got fed, that was a good thing, but not necessarily expected.
“It’s time to go,” Elias said, and that was the end of their presence.
Like always, he would take hold of her hand, and she stayed silent by his side as they made their way out of the casino. He had a couple of guards ahead of him, and this was standard, as her husband was not a very nice man.
Actually, that wasn’t quite accurate. To her, he was the most amazing, kind, caring, and sweetest person she had ever known. That didn’t change the fact that the first time she ever met him, he killed all the other people in the room. Yes, she witnessed him murder. But she was so glad he did.
On the night she first met her husband, there had been a party she didn’t want to go to. However, her friend Eve claimed it was going to be one hell of a party to celebrate turning eighteen. She had known Eve for six months. During her last six months in “the system,” she’d been sent to a small family on a farm in the middle of nowhere. For a little fun, Eve wanted to go to one of the parties in town, and seeing as she was her friend, she went.
What actually happened that night was that Eve had been playing her. For six months, she had been acting the part of friend, because it turned out Eve was a party supplier. It didn’t mean she supplied alcohol. No, she supplied entertainment.
Winnie didn’t know how many other foster kids had been used for Eve and her friends’ entertainment. Just that Winnie herself was the last.
They had gone to an abandoned warehouse, and according to Eve that was where all the cool parties were. Eve didn’t know that Winnie never drank the cocktail Eve had given her. When Winnie first arrived at Eve’s family house, she found a small diary, and within it were warnings. The first, to never trust Eve. Not to take any food or drink from her, no matter what. Never to leave her bedroom after dark, because the father liked to take payment. The only person who was not badly written about was the mother. Winnie tried to stay close to the mother, or keep her own space. There was also a note stating that when asked if she had plans, to always state that she planned to leave at eighteen. So, when it came to the party, she was more than prepared.