— one week ago she'd put on a beautiful white dress that made her feel like a princess. one week ago she'd walked down to that ring with her father at her side. one week ago she should have become mrs. stephanie martin. and instead, one week ago her entire life came C R A S H I N G down. her future was no longer as mrs. stephanie martin -- but that wasn't the part that truly sent a shiver down her spine: she was now mrs. stephanie helmsley. the thought alone was enough to make her SICK. and to make matters worse her new husband wouldn't dare let her out of his sight. for the past week stephanie had been stuck in his house with his sleezy friends and their lingering eyes constantly wandering around. for lack of a more apt description, she was a PRISONER -- and he loved it.
even now she could see the glint in his eyes when he walked in, amused to find her still sat there on his couch like she was a dog performing some trick. doe-eyes narrowed at him and her arms crossed over her chest. it was childish to pout, she knew, but she wasn't a FOOL either. hunter easily had at least a hundred pounds on her and a wrong move wouldn't be taken lightly...she'd learned that from test.
❝ come to gloat more--? ❞ she scowled, turning away from him as though her cold shoulder would offend. to be honest stephanie was just pleased it was him and not one of his goons. they made her skin crawl when they looked at her. ❝ I'd take the chance while you can since my father will no doubt be sending divorce papers over IMMEDIATELY. ❞
@kiingsofgold // plotted starter