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Bared To You Chapter Thirty Six
EdwinaThe hallway to the ICU felt longer than any road I’d ever walked. Every step echoed off the tiled floor like it was measuring my guilt, my fear, and the weight of the unknown that lay behind the door ahead.I paused just outside, staring at the faded “Authorized Personnel Only” sign like it was a final warning. But a nurse had already waved me through. “Five minutes,” she’d said gently. I wasn’t sure if five minutes would be enough to hold back the flood I felt inside, or if it would break me completely.The door clicked shut behind me, sealing me in with the beeping machines, the antiseptic air, and the man who had built his life with soil-stained hands and an unshakable will.My father—Cyril Jonas—was barely recognizable.He lay still, eyes closed, lips slightly parted. Tubes snaked from his arms, and a monitor beeped steadily beside him like a countdown. There was oxygen hooked under his nose, and the usual deep brown of his face looked ashen under the hospital lights.My h
Bared To You Chapter Thirty Five
EdwinaOur livelihood was gone. Just like that—burnt to ashes in the fire that consumed the only thing that had ever stood between us and poverty. And now… my dad, the strongest man I knew, was lying in a hospital bed, heart failing him when we needed his strength the most.The sky hadn’t just fallen. It had crashed, violently, and crushed everything we had beneath it—dreams, pride, security. All gone.I sat still, hands clenched in my lap, my heart rattling in my chest like loose change. Who could I even blame for this? God? The devil? Or was it just plain old bad luck, cruel and random as it always was?Where were we supposed to start from? I honestly had no clue.Granted, we weren’t exactly living like royalty before the fire—we never had—but the little we did have… it had been enough. Somehow, it had always stretched, always sustained us through the rough days and the even rougher months. It had been enough.Until...I stopped my thoughts before they could spiral, forcing them to
Bared To You Chapter Thirty Four
Maximilian "It’s four a.m." Francis replied. "But that doesn’t matter. I was on my way home when I passed by your farm and I saw it on fire."My heart skipped a beat. Fire? At Cyril’s farm? That had to be a mistake. A joke. A sick one maybe—but still a joke. It couldn’t be real."What?!" Cyril exclaimed. "Francis, you like to play pranks. Today is not April 1st. Please don’t scare me like that."I wanted to believe Cyril. I really did. I wanted this to be a joke. But the way Francis was breathing, the sheer panic in his eyes, the tightness in his jaw—it told me this was no prank.Francis let out a sharp, exasperated huff, his nostrils flaring as he dragged a hand down his face, fingers pressing into his skin like he was trying to hold himself together. His eyes burned with frustration, jaw clenched tight enough to crack."It’s not a prank, I’m serious," Francis insisted, his voice carrying a weight that made something sink in my chest.He wasn’t lying. No man—no sane man, at least, w
Bared To You Chapter Thirty Three
Maximillian Why do bad things happen to good people? Or was it just me? Was I the problem—the one cursed with the kind of bad luck that stuck to you like a second skin, no matter how fast you ran or how far you tried to go? I didn’t know what to think anymore. My heart clenched as I stood on the sidelines, watching the world crumble for a family that didn’t deserve it.Edwina and her sisters were trying, and failing, to lift their father, who had slumped to the ground after seeing his field — his pride and livelihood — turned to ash. Their mother lay sprawled over his body, wailing like a woman who’d just watched her entire world go up in flames."Justice! What are you doing? Help us!" Edwina’s voice sliced through the air like a blade, raw and desperate.I flinched. Justice. That name still didn't feel like mine. Not anymore. Not after everything.You might be wondering how the hell we got from the peace of last night to the nightmare unraveling before me now. I’ll tell you. It st
Bared To You Chapter Thirty Two
EdwinaMy mind blanked for a second.“That bitch did what?” I hissed, the words barely making it out of my clenched jaw. Before Steven could respond, I tossed my machete and basket aside like they’d suddenly caught fire and took off down the path like a storm on legs. Like my life depended on it. “You know the way home, Justice!” I yelled over my shoulder without looking back.Honestly, everyone in the entire kingdom knew Agatha—Tony’s mother—was a menace. If trouble had a face, it’d be hers, complete with that overpainted lipstick and overly tight wrapper. She was more trouble than I was on a bad day—and that was saying something. The market men and women avoided her like a plague-infested rat, and apparently, with no one else to terrorize, she had chosen my meek, gentle mother as her next victim.My mother.Sweet, quiet, gentle Mama—who could barely swat a fly, let alone defend herself against that hurricane of a woman. And this was the part where Edwina Danielle Jonas lost all sens
Bared To You Chapter Thirty One
EdwinaWeeks laterStanding at the edge of the newly planted rows of cassava, I felt a proud smile curve my lips. The sight before me—freshly turned soil and the promise of growth—was something I hadn’t dared to hope for just a few weeks ago.We didn’t think it was possible. I didn’t think it was possible.Not with the way things had been—tight finances, dwindling hope, and that constant pressure in my father’s eyes. But Justice… Justice had never wavered. He had believed from the start. Somehow, he’d made it happen. I still didn’t know exactly how he got the money—we never asked, and he never said—but five full bags of cassava stem cuttings were delivered like magic, and now here we were, planting and dreaming again.And now, looking at the neat rows, I felt something bloom inside me—something dangerously close to hope. A few weeks ago, this patch of land was barren and lifeless, and now…now it held promise. Promise I wasn’t sure we could afford to believe in.Justice had assured us
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