Doctor Lollipopの小説

116. JANAE After the shock of the pregnancy test, I go home and cry and cry and cry. If crying could change situations, i would have been golden. What am I going to do? What am I going to tell Marlon? And Luther, oh my God, what am I going to tell my baby boy? He is going to be so disappointed in me! This child is going to be a burden to both of us, and it's all my fault. What if those bad people come for us now? I now have a permanent tie to Densberry. Gosh, what have I done to myself? I call in sick for the next three days, and a chef has to be sent in to fill in my position. Maybelline has been calling every evening to check up on me, telling me that they miss my food, but I can't even bring myself to face her or anyone else. Anyone who finds out that I am now pregnant with Marlon Gustave would immediately think that I am a money-grabbing bitch. What's the surest way to be rich forever? Have a baby by a billionaire! The thing is that I never wanted this baby. This, in fa

115. MARLON I've kissed a lot of people in my life. A lot of girls, yes, but Luther is the only boy I've kissed, or been with. Since I met him, I have never kissed another person again. Except when someone who kissed me without my consent, and now, Bernice. She is the same person. She has done this disgusting shit twice! For a quick flash there, I forget that she is a girl, and grab her wrist so tightly that she gasps. I could crush the weak bones of her fingers into a mush that would leave her in the hospital for the rest of the year, but I can't. I can't bring myself to hurt her, even holding her this way makes it hard. She interprets this to be some sort of primitive kinkish thing, so she chuckles as she bites down her lower lip. "You like to be rough, huh!" She runs her hand over her collar bone. "It's no problem, I can do whatever you want. I have great gag reflex too..." My face wrinks as disgusts leaves my face coloured. "What the fuck are you even on about?" She brin

114. MARLON I can't leave my car back to the Langmores' house, even though I can see Luther pacing from the window from here. His phone is pressed against his ear, and so is mine. We are on the same call. "What did she want?" "She wants to meet." I tell him with a long heave, I can hear his own breath jump with jealousy. "Okay, I'm coming with you." "The hell you are, Luther," I huff. "Don't talk to me like that, you know how dangerous she can be!" He snaps. "And you are going to protect me from her? That's cute. I'm going to the gym, and afterwards, I'm going to meet her. It's going to be quick and short." I explain myself. I can see his eyes shining with envy from here, and I immediately let out a chuckle. "I do not trust her." He finally add. "Yeah, neither do I, but this is just something I have to do." "I don't understand why. You have all the evidence, why do you need to speak to her when you can take it all to the Chief and put her in her place?" I look out of the

113. MARLON "Really, Marlon? You told the police to track my phone from the day of the shooting?!" The caller's number is hidden, but it's Bernice's voice I hear. That shouldn't be, because I have blocked every access she is supposed to have with him. "Don't be mute out of shock, Marlon. You fucking blocked me!" She yells at the other end. Luther's curious eyes are blinking at me, and that's when I know that I don't want to do this in front of him. I raise my eyebrow at him before walking out through the door, heading to my car. "I thought blocking you would send a message, Bernice. Clearing your can't read cues." "Do you hate me that much, Marlon?" Her tone has dropped a few notches, but I am not going to be fooled by that. "You personally told Calvin to tell the Chief to track my phone!" "I don't why you are honestly getting worked up over this, Bernice. If you weren't in Pensville yesterday, if you didn't shoot my friend, then you have nothing to worry about." I tell her wi

112. LUTHER We abandon the dishes and go to Rob's room to find the receipt. The place is an eyesore, Rob seems to prefer the floor than the closet for his clothes, but after digging for a hot minute, we get what we want. I cross-check to make sure that everything is correct. Time is his biggest alibi. He was in the store about twenty minutes before Bernice shot Abigail, except he can get to Pensville in twenty minutes, he is completely innocent. "What now?" Nola folds her hands. "Do we call the police?" "Not yet, I don't know who to trust and who not to," I murmur, taking out my phone. "I have someone else in mind." "Who?" She presses. "Don't worry about it, Nola," I wave her away, and she scoffs like an annoyed little sister. I don't want her finding out about Marlon and I. We have been seen around too much, it's beyond risky at this point. When I dial his line, it rings for a while before he picks up. "Yeah, Luther." He sounds bored. "So, I'm at the Langmores house, and

111. LUTHER The attack on Abigail Fleming, who most of my classmates know very well, has been all everyone is talking about. As for me, I pretend not to be so interested in the topic as I bury my nose into giant books in the library, but all I can really think of is Rob Langmore. It's not right what's happening to him, and I feel so tied because Marlon won't allow me to get anymore involved. "Heard that Steve Langmore is also in jail. He assaulted an officer, so they are going to keep him for the next three days." Two gossipping girls whisper in the library. I'm just a few tables away, but I'm hearing everything so loud and clear. It's so distracting, so loud, that I don't know when my pen snap in my hand. The crunch sound makes everyone turn around to look at me, and I almost wish I can disappear because of the embarrassment. It's just noon, and that means that I have two more classes, but they are skippable ones. So, I pack all of my stuff and head directly to the parking

Naya's POV Erus walks into the building with Brandon right behind him. They have smirks on their face, this makes Gwen look like she would drop dead. She turns to me and grabs me aggressively by my forearm. “What the hell is going on, Naya?! Why is Erus walking in here when he is supposed to be dead?! Where is everyone? What sort of stupid game is this?!” I shrug her off just as aggressively as she grabbed me, and give her a nasty glare. “Play stupid games and win stupid prices, huh? You think you are the only ones with tricks under your sleeves?” Yes, I played the prankster right back. ***** Flashback**** As soon as Gwen leaves the room, I crawl back to Erus' body and continue to rock back and forth. Brandon bursts out of the bathroom, and he turns white as soon as he sees Erus' body. “Naya, we need to take him to the hospital now.” “It's of no use, Brandon! He is dead!” “Fuck, Naya, you said that you weren't going to actually kill him!” Brandon bemoans. “I know what I

Naya's POV I killed my husband. His still-warm body is in my hands, and I watch my tears drip down to his face. No amount of crying will bring back my Erus. I killed a mother and son, I am the worst person to have existed in this world. I hope he forgives me one day, because I didn't have a choice. I had to do what's best for Jordan and the young boy in my womb. I hope that they understand one day. I reach into Erus' pocket and grab his phone. Gwen's number is not hard to find. I dial it and hold my breath, waiting for her to pick up. “Hello, Erus? I am in the outskirts of the city, I can't be of any help to you right now–” “It's me, Naya.” I correct her. “It's done, the hex is broken.” She stops for a second. “You killed Erus? Am I supposed to believe that you had the balls to do that?” “I'm calling you with his phone, what more proof do you need?” I bark at her. She is quiet at the other end. “Send me the address, I'm on my way. Don't do anything else!” I squat by the d

Erus' POV There has not been one healer that would be willing to even attempt to break the hex without causing any problem for themselves. “Black magic.” The old man mutters with disgust. “I don't want any part of this. I'm an old man, but I don't want the kind of death that would befall anyone who attempts to undo this hex.” For the first time in my life, my money and power cannot save me. Now, we are heading to the last person that can help us. I don't know how Devon got to know about this person, but he was able to arrange a meeting between us and a highly spiritual healer in the mountains of inuit. Traveling through the snows and cold tests me beyond my knowledge, but I am grateful for Devon, the steadfast friend that I never knew I had all along. We can see the fire before we get into the cave, and Devon pulls the collar of his thick cardigan over his chin. “Let's hope all of this is finally worth it.” He murmurs. “It will be.” I answer. Mamala is the name of the healer,

Naya's POV I hold my hand over my tummy, trying my hardest not to move too much, because I want to feel the kick of my baby boy. He is so young, the size of a strawberry, but I feel so attached to him already. In all the chaos of my life, this is my peace. I am pregnant, I cannot believe this! I feel excited like the young girl I was when I was pregnant with Jordan, but this time around, I have so much experience and maturity. This will be different for me. I am willing to live this time around, and I have to live for my baby. The first person I need to protect my baby from is Gwen, the witch. She could order me to hurt my baby, there is no limit to her wickedness…A small knock interrupts me. It's Brandon, and he has flowers. How do I know they are from Erus, they look like they have been brought here by a truck. “I heard the news, Miss Woods. Congratulations.” Brandon smiles. I hug him briefly. It's good to see that he has forgiven me. “Thank you, Brandon.” “You're fr

Erus' POV I am tempted to ask her to raise her shirt in to see if her stomach is growing, but I touched it a few days ago when we were fucking, and it was as flat as a board. She looks as shocked as I am, but I wouldn't really trust Naya right now. “What are you talking about, Erus? You won't acknowledge me at the mortuary, and now you are here because I wouldn't eat eggs and meat?” I stand up and slip my hands into the pockets of my pants. “Get a jacket, Naya.” She does, and we walk out of the room. This is the first time that she is stepping out of her ‘prison’ in ten days. She looks at the sky, squinting, when we go out. I ignore her and just get into the car. She gets in the front with me, and I drive away. She stares down at her fingers, as if the patterns on them have just become very intriguing. “I'm not pregnant.” “Yeah, we have been having it like that a lot lately and without protection.” I mutter. “Is that why you are still keeping me in the hotel instead of a

Naya's POV Hearing that sends an excruciating pain through my body. “He couldn't come to do it himself? Or at least send the police?” “I wouldn't blame him, Naya, you did kill his mother.” Brandon says. I give him my hands. He should have put the cuffs on already. I hope he takes me straight to the guillotine. There is not a single servant to witness my walk of shame, and not one police to escort us. We both get into the car, and he drives away. I don't look at the house for the last time, I don't want to remember this house….He keeps driving and not once does he say a word to me. I know he hates me too. I just hope my death is fast, to give everyone relief. There is only one prison in the city of Moonclaw, and it's one of the strictest that I have ever seen in the world. I am wondering what kind of treatment I will get, and I better have an explanation for my cellmates on why the Alpha's wife is being thrown in with them. But, Brandon misses the turn….Is he lost in his tho

EpilogueMalik is tired, he has hardly slept for more than two hours in the past three days. The reason is that he is putting together the last of his affairs. After all, he is moving to Italy. He has done a lot in the past days which includes making peace with his father's enemies, Tide and Devan gold. It wasn't easy making peace with them, but he did. He paid for their damages and informed them that Jacksons' company is now under new management. He also proposed business deals to them and from what he saw, he will run the company more successfully. He is also discussing a change of name for the company, he wants it to bear his mother's name because she deserves it. He can't forget his brother too. Even though his brother has been the biggest asshole, he was still his brother and for that, he has made a huge donation to a rehabilitation program, Edna did the same. As for his father, he is still mourning the "loss" of his business, but he is not going to suffer. He still has a

Malik has never felt more nervous in his life. He was bold when he told Edna that he wanted to talk with her parents. He was bold when she told him that they are ready to meet with him. He was bold when he drove to the restaurant one fine evening from his hotel room, but the moment he saw her intimidating father, he lost all his courage and his heart fell to the pit of his stomach like a deflated balloon. Her mother didn't see him, she is reading through the menu and talks to her husband, who has locked eyes with Malik. He still feels the impact of the man's punch from the night before. He smooths his hair back, adjusts his jacket, and walks into the restaurant. It's not full, that's because this isn't New York. "Hello. " He says to both of them but he doesn't take his seat. Edna's mother frowns and drops the menu back on the table. Her father only nods at him, that's it. He feels pain so heavy in the back of his throat, but he composes himself. He can't believe that they hav

Both Edna and Malik knew that this was coming after all Malik was just spitting all the unknown facts at him. Edna feels a rumbling in her stomach and she feels like it's just her baby getting scared too. Malik drops the papers in his hand and for the first time, he smiles. He smiles at his father's misery and he even laughs at it. "Well, Dad, you have always thought we were fucking, turns out we were. " He grins like he is fucking proud of himself. "What?!" "I'm responsible, Dad. " Malik breaks it down. " At least it's still your grandchild. "Mister Jackson jumps up to his feet as if his chair just caught flames and he points a finger at Edna. The flames in his eyes are so hot that she is scared she is going to get scaled. "You!!" He screams. " I have always known that you are a good-for-nothing piece of shit, I should have killed you when I had the chance. "Even with all his angry bursts, he doesn't go close to Edna and Malik just leaves him alone to go rant. " I took you

Edna feels like she has just melted into her chair, all numb from her head to the heels of her toes. "What?!" Her voice is so small that it doesn't sound like hers at all. Malik doesn't give her any answer, he is having a staring contest with his father. The tension is tight in the air, they won't say a word to each other. Malik looks calmer but his father looks like he is a bomb that is going to go off any time soon. Edna swallows down an imaginary lump in her throat but she still doesn't feel better, it's suffocating. " Malik. " She turns to him. " I don't understand what you are saying. "He turns to her and gives her hand a little squeeze. " Don't worry, it's all going to be cleared in a few minutes. "She nods and keeps calm, she believes him. He turns to his father and that glare returns back to its place. He leans back against his chair, but not his father. " We are listening, Dad. " He shrugs. " Why did you do it? Why did you kill your favorite son?"" Malik, boy. " Hi

True to Malik's word, a call comes in from the front desk that someone is waiting for her at the reception. It's a good thing that she has put on her clothes and gotten prepared for the person who would be picking her up. She locks up her room and walks to the elevator. As the elevator lowers to the ground, she wonders what Malik is up to. She gets out of the elevator and walks into the reception. There are a lot of people there, but when she sees Rollins, she knows that it's him. Maybe because he is putting on such a fine suit or because she has seen him a few times with Malik, he is one of the few people that work directly for Malik and not his father. He smiles and walks up to her and bows to her respectfully. " Good morning. " He greets. " Good morning." She answers with a very bright smile. " This way, ma'am. " He leads her out of the hotel and towards the parking lot. She sights the white SUV even before they get close to it. He walks ahead of her and opens the door for

Edna's face turns white as Anna's confession is not something that she saw coming. Anna too never wanted the marriage? She didn't want to get married to Malik? That's wild. Anna laughs when she sees how surprised Edna is and she walks to the edge of the bed and sits on it. She crosses her legs over each other and pulls a pillow close to her. She glances at Edna and she understands that she wants to sit beside her. She does too and now they are so close that they can feel each other's body heat. " But did you really believe that those tears were real?" Anna laughs. "Yeah, I have been so worried about you. " Edna says. " I have always wanted to call you but if I left you would still be mad at all of us. ""Nah. " She waves off. " It's kind of a huge relief for me too, so it's all good. "Edna is so confused right now. "But you were so excited about getting married. " Edna can't let this go so easily. "No, I pretended to be so happy because I wanted to make my parents happy. " S