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Now, Bailey’s death has been avenged and she can finally rest—be free from the hellhole she was in.

Sometimes being alive is hell and death is heaven.

Snow included me on the plan to get revenge on his father, making me trust him. He’s proved to me that he’s serious about our marriage. He apologized, but will he go back to his old ways? If I live a life without Snow, then I’m going to be miserable—so miserable. I close my eyes and try to picture my life without him, and I draw a blank, and an empty feeling hits me like tidal waves but when I imagine our lives together, I’m filled with happiness and joy. I picture him coming home from a long day, and he’s telling me about what he has to do at the Billionaire Club and we have dinner, then he does whatever he wants to my body. That is what I always envisioned how our lives would be—in complete happiness. There isn’t any doubt in my mind that he loves me. I can’t live without him, and I know he can’t live without me. The fact that he’s actually giving me a choice says a lot, because theold Snow didn’t give me choices. He’s not perfect, but he’s trying and that’s what truly matters.

I want him in my life, and I never stopped loving him.

I scrub my skin raw and watch the blood swirl on the tiles. Once I step out of the shower, I dry myself off with a cotton towel, then I put on a robe, tie the sash, and I head to the living room. My father is looking out of the window as he and Snow speak about him becoming the CEO of the Billionaire Club next month.

I lean in the archway, clearing my throat.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” I say to Snow.

My father looks between us and goes into the kitchen.

I stare at Snow as he walks up to me, placing a strand of hair behind my ear.

“What is it, Blue?”

“Thank you for rescuing me from Carter and Revi and including me in your plan for revenge. It means a lot to me.”

He cups my face, and my cheeks flush, butterflies dancing in my stomach.

“I’m sorry. I fucked up. And you shouldn’t come second to anything in my life. I chose revenge over you, but now I’m choosing to put you first. Always. You have my word, Blue. I promise to inform you of everything and to never keep secrets from you. I’m sorry I chose to exact revenge on you, and I’m sorry I chose my revenge on my father over you. You didn’t deserve my wrath from the beginning. I should have believed you when you told me you didn’t do any drugs.”

I slip my fingers into his pocket and grab my wedding and engagement rings, sliding them on my finger. “I want to stay married to you, Snow. I want to work this out.”

“I wasn’t going to let you get a divorce. I wasn’t going to sign any papers. We would have to just live separate lives until you decided to take me back.”

I shake my head because that part hasn’t changed about him, and I never would want him to give up on us. I love my obsessive, stalker husband.

“I know your intention wasn’t to hurt me, Snow.”

He grabs me by the nape of my neck and kisses me deeply, and I kiss him back. His kiss is filled with so much love and passion, my heart melts.

“I love you, Snow.”

“I fucking inhale you. Every fiber of your being. I’m obsessed with you. What I feel for you is far deeper than love.” He grabs my hand, leads me upstairs to our bedroom, and removes my robe. Grabbing some zip ties, he slaps them around my wrists, then he secures a gag around my face.

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t handle it anymore, my wife.”

Yes!

Yes!

Yes!

I nod my head, tasting the rubber ball in my mouth.

He lays me on my back and slides inside of me, keeping his promise by fucking me until we’re both out of breath.

Last Day of the First Semester

Snow

Istand in the foyer of the mansion on campus. Lyrical and I slept over because we had a Christmas party the night before and we didn’t want to drive all the way home. So we stayed in my old room, where I tied her to the bedposts and fucked her brains out. We’re going to her parents’ for winter break, then we’re flying out to San Francisco to spend New Year’s with my mother. I’m so fucking glad that this semester is over with, and maybe next semester will be better.

I started working as the CEO of the American Billionaire Club, and next semester, I’ll be attending night classes to complete my master’s degree.

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