Epilogue: Gone

Jace's POV

You all must have heard it a million times, but it bears repeating: even the most essential relationships face challenges. There had been more than a single relationship crisis ever since the one we had on the event of our honeymoon.

"Brielle, come on, where are you going?" I had asked her as she had stuffed her luggage with more clothes. We had been married for not longer than twenty-one days, and she had already packed her bags to leave.

"I just need a little break," she had said, and I had closed in on her. Her in-laws were getting on her last nerve... especially my mother and my sister Hermione. Oh, that final piece of trouble that I had not anticipated coming along, Jasira Beachwood!

"Don't do this, Brielle," I had said with my voice breaking a little, touching her elbow lightly, but she had drawn back.

"Don't touch me! I'm sorry, but I need to take a break!" she had said firmly. "Just sort things out with them."

"Alright," l replied. I had turned to leave, but then I paused, had turned back to look at her one last time in a lingering gaze before I had taken my final leave.

I was sitting with a bottle of wine and my newfound addiction. I was under the shades of the front porch of my house, reflecting on the final moments that myself and Brielle had shared. You would think I looked deranged, but I was only bitter and lost without my Brielle.

Work had paused for me for about a month and a half or so. I had shut everyone out of my life... at least those that I could... Jasira Beachwood remained constant.

"That was only a snippet," I told myself. "That was only the prelude, Jace. She left for a far stronger reason!"

My mind fought to block out the overwhelming lousy memory, but I wanted to remember. It would help me heal faster. So I closed my eyes took a sip straight out from the bottle of wine.

My mother and sister had been troubling Brielle ever since we got back from our honeymoon. The following morning, when I had returned to the hotel in China, I had apologized to Brielle for my unseemly inexplicable lousy behavior.

I had returned with a handful of BDSM equipment and a camera. I shut out the memory of our make-up sex... I wasn't thinking about that now, so I focused on trailing my thoughts back to my mother...

We had spent only two nights in China, and the moment we had returned to Milan. My mother had informed us that she would be becoming. It took her two weeks of plotting, preparing, and perfecting her ingenious plan to throw out Brielle before she came. Imagine having to throw your mother out of the house or your wife, pick one of us, my mother had said.

She stood against our wedding and even went as far as calling Brielle a gold digger. Brielle had born my mother's behavior for a week or so before she had decided to leave.

However, what had sealed my fate entirely was that after she had left, I ended up drinking too much, and then one night, Jasira took advantage of my drunken state. I was forced to capitulate to her demand for sex. It was a rather unfortunate event that Brielle had to show up in the middle of the hot action. I had Jasira all hogtied and was fucking the hell out of her. I hate fucked her, but she loved it.

It was my mother that had informed Brielle to come. She had lied to her that she had been ready to settle the issue. That was how I had come to lose Brielle for good. The only thread of hope that our marriage hung onto was that she had not yet filed for a divorce. I was hoping that she certainly won't.

You thought it was over? Did you feel that was not a sufficient enough reason for Brielle to have left me? Perhaps you were right, perhaps not. Just last week, Jasira came with the small brown envelope and tossed it at me.

"Read it carefully, Jace," she had said with a burst of hysterical laughter. I had opened it like you would do if you had been given a letter bomb, slowly and unwillingly. I had unfolded the single white sheet of paper, and my eyes had run to and fro every line of writing.

"Pregnant?" I whispered.

"Oh yes, and I also took a copy to Brielle!" Jasira had replied, smirking wickedly.

"You did what?" I roared, exploding with anger, and leaped on her. She fell on the couch. My fist was ready to smash her face, but she gave a piercing shrieking sound.

"I'm pregnant!" she yelled, and my hand slumped to my side.

"Get out! Get out this minute before I murder you and that thing!" I said, lifting her and pushing her to her bedroom.

Jasira was now living in an apartment not so far off, on her own, but occasionally, she would come around to flaunt her swollen tummy in front of me.

"Jace, why are you punishing yourself?" she would say. "Brielle, the bitch doesn't even love you as I do. I bet she hasn't even stepped foot in this house since after that night.

Jace, she's gone for good, and you're stuck with me. Together forever, for better or worse. This child will unify us. You can't deny us forever."

Too drunk to reply to her derogatory comments, I would watch her helplessly, hoping that she would finish the dramatic display and exit the stage. I questioned if Brielle was gone for good. I begged Hera and Ona to help me talk to her, and they assured me that they were doing all they could.

They said they had never seen her this angry before. I should still be grateful to them because they had been the one quelling down things, so Brielle did not file a divorce.

Enrique, on the other hand, I thought with an endless amount of sighs! I had never imagined that he would be a brother turned into a foe.

Ona had dumped his ass and settled for Javier. At least I felt compensated even though I didn't know how him getting dumped and Brielle leaving me correlated.

Still drunk, I took a look at the floor and saw a white envelope that I had earlier brought out. I picked it up and carried out the pictures in it. It was our wedding photos that Javier had taken us. I kissed Brielle, sobbing hysterically.

"Please don't leave me," I said to her ghost.

"Oh gosh, Jace," Hera said, taking away the bottle of alcoholic wine from my hand. I did not know when she arrived at the front porch, nor did I know when she came in.

"Hera?" I said, grimacing.

"You look defeated on all sides," she said.

"I do," I said. It was more of a rhetorical question than an affirmation.

"Come, let's get you cleaned up," she said, barely able to pull me up, and I slumped on the chair again. "Jace, come on, I need a little assistance here."

My drunk ass struggled to get up, and she placed my hands over her shoulders and held me by the waist, assisting me into the house. In my bedroom, she unbuttoned my dress, and I did not have the faintest idea why I was letting her do it. I struggled with the feeling of Deja Vu. I told myself that she was only a concerned friend trying to help me get better.

She led me into the shower and closed the door while I remained inside alone. I had always thought that Hera looked sexy. My dick grew at the thought of her joining me in the shower. She looked like she would be a freakier version of Brielle in bed. Brielle, as the thought of her, crossed my mind, I regained composure for a minute.

I tried to run the soap over my body, but it kept slipping off my hands. The bath was so uncoordinated, and at a time, I felt I had heard the bathroom door unlock. I felt another hand take away the soap from mine and rub sensually across my broad chest.

Hera! I struggled with moral warfare in my head. I sure as hell was not winning the war as I let her continue to bathe me. She massaged me too, and I felt myself enjoying it. So long have I lacked care, and I needed someone to care for me now, anyone apart from Jasira, the one who had caused me to be in this state in the first place.

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Brielle POV

I was in my studio apartment trying to move on with my life, but I simply could not. Hera and Ona had been pleading on behalf of Jace, and he, too, had been arguing with me to stay in the marriage. It was not even because of their pleas that I could not move on. My mind took a trip down memory lane as I replayed the last sex we had together.

I recall that day rained cat and dog, with everyone running to shield themselves. But I, on the other hand, relished the coldness to my skin as I walked home. I was drained and shattered inside. Nothing could calm me but the frigid water that pelted down on my body.

I reached home, flung off all my wear, and threw my phone that had been ringing for hours as the chauffeur kept badgering me with calls. I knew it was due to the way I had left without informing him.

Who needs a life of luxury and easy dorm when you go through trauma and fray on the inside?

I reached the house, went to the room, and discarded all my wet garbs, flinging them into the dirtbag and making my way to the bathroom.

I was still soaked in the shower, enjoying the soothing scent of lavender on my skin combined with the hot water, when the front door slammed close, the sound accompanying the uprise of my heartbeat... He is back.

I yearned for him. Yet, I couldn't wait to be away from him. He was like a venom soaking me in and still killing me.

The bathroom door snapped open, and there he stood, as usual, scowling down at me. I chose to ignore him, making sure every part of my body was concealed from his lust_prone dark eyes.

"Where the fuck have you been, and why have you not been picking your damned phone?!" He exclaimed his hands akimbo.

I didn't say anything. I have had a long day, and if he wouldn't speak to me in a respectful tone, then he should fucken kiss my ass... though I wouldn't mind that.

"Brielle, I swear to God, you will not like my come back if you keep mute and not reply when I speak to you!" he forged on, his voice picking up.

"Can you close the door after you, please?" I asked casually to rile him, my eyes meeting his emotionless, cold ones.

It all happened very fast. I didn't see him storming across the room until his forehands had plunged into the water to grab me around the waist, hefting me out of the water as I failed my hands and legs.

He didn't care as he strolled across the room to the bedroom and flung my wet body on the bed.

"You are insane, Jace!" I clamored and made to slide off, but the next instant, he was on the bed gathering my two hands and yanking it above me to the bedpost.

No! No! No. I whipped my body upwards, still thrashing my lower body, hoping to hit him somewhere delicate so he would set me free.

"Now, let's see who is in charge here, Kittie," he whispered in my ears huskily, as my hands suspended in a cuff.

I huffed out in embarrassment and tugged at the strain until my arm hurt. "Jace, uncuff me this minute, you perverted cad!" He chuckled lightly, the act sending bouts of unwanted hormones running through my veins. Wanton! Concentrate.

He began untying his necktie, which he threw to the ground, followed by his suit. It didn't take him a minute to round off all the clothes he was wearing as though in a competition of 'dress off.'

"I know what you want, Brielle; I will give it to you just fine" he leaned in further to meet my watery eyes. "Though I would have enjoyed having this smart mouth of yours wrapped around my cock, for now, I will let it go."

He was right. Call me passionate or wanton, but this made me feel good. Curse him and how good he made me think whenever he resulted in this. It was plain animalistic. Still, I had to show resistance, so he doesn't take me for a fool or think I was weak

"Fuck off, coward! Develop some balls!" I added, weakly, my dreamy eyes trailing through his taut torso and down his ripping muscled legs. It ended in the considerable member hanging down his leg that won't stop to amaze me. Lord, how can one man be so devilish and yet so alluring?

He climbed back to the bed and began making his seductive descent to me. He stopped on my legs tugged it furiously until it was wide apart, my dripping cunt displayed for his attention. I knew I was all wet by now, judging from how clammy my thighs had become.

He traced his finger to my inner thigh, eliciting a gasp from me. I jerked to meet his hand as he rudely plunged a finger into my entrance and twisted it to the side to begin pounding unto me without an iota of mercy.

"Jace!" I moaned out lightly and wished my hands were free to tug at those recalcitrant hairs falling in his face.

He was smirking, knowing the emotional wreckage he was causing me. "Moan, my name, baby," he whispered in my ear as he added an extra finger. He hefted my hips up not so kindly and pushed my front backward, with my ass shoved to his face.

His mouth joined his finger at my hole, and then before I could adjust to the pain and pleasure of his ministry, I felt his coarse palm crash hard against my butt cheek.

"Are!" I cried and buckled to the front, tears threatening at the back of my eyes.

"Would you be a bad girl next time?" he requested hoarsely. I didn't respond. Smack!

I cried out at the enormous pain I felt from the spank, but still, I didn't want him to stop.

Smack!

"No!" I reeled in tears and slacked as he pushed his tongue into my entrance and faced fucked me.

"That my girl, you will be meek and low to me, you hear?"

I was nodding vigorously, not wanting to provoke him further.

"What did you say?"

"No... No, Sir," I quickly added in subservience.

I was shivering very hard as he continued pumping unto me, until suddenly, he pulled away from his hand and, without giving me notice, thrust his huge cock into my slippery hole. The loud groan that erupted from him as his mouth found my ear lobe was worth documentation.

I felt excited that he was equally stridden from our sadistic, sensual affair.

"That's it, baby, almost there, move your hip to meet my thrust baby," he rambled on while I grounded my hip against his, the movement causing additional friction to my perked-up clit.

As he continued pounding into me, not long, I felt close to the brink. And just as I had imagined, my walls constricted as he hit my g_spot. I closed my eyes and let myself explode with the volcanic eruption that set off within me.

The last I could relate to was him groaning aloud and crumbling on top of me before we both fell to the bed, panting like we just ran the marathon... Only that, this was more than a physical contest.

THE END

( The Sequel will be available next year)