His Scarred Bodyguard
To her, he was her beacon of hope, her light in the darkness, the only joy amidst her sorrow. Yes, she loved him. And he loved her. At least that was what she believed. Until he chose another woman to be his equal, his partner, his wife. Her sister.She left. She left her hope, her joy, her light, her 'him'.Their shared past now a distant memory. He panicked for the first time.Years later, he saw her.A new identity. Face scarred and body covered with tattoos. A bodyguard of the handsome billionaire CEO, the most desired bachelor. However, the passionate eyes of the most desired man was always trained on his ugly little bodyguard, his little flame, his little blade.Fierce jealousy and unwillingness engulfed his being as he watched the two coldly, his burning rage and pain smothering him.She appeared more sharper, more colder, more distant. Her gaze no longer seeks for him, no longer beheld him, no longer noticed him. She was no longer his 'her'. A sharp pain tinged his chest as his heart mourned the loss of its owner.Three hearts, two beating, one frozen.