For the following few days after the car accident, I spent most of my time hidden in Elijah's room. Dalinda brought all of my meals up to Elijah's room, which I enjoyed all on my own.As Doctor Morgan had promised, my wounds have been healing and my bruises have been slowly disappearing.The pain in my body was slowly going away as I took most of my time resting.Sure, the days were long and boring, but the nights were pretty enjoyable.I've seen more of Elijah in the last few night than I have since we were married.He would ask me how my day was and I would write that it was fine. Our interactions were still strange for me as Elijah suddenly changed.What hasn't changed though, was the nightmare.It visited me in my sleep almost every night, reminding me of the cruel events that changed my life for the worse six years ago.Each night, I woke up struggling against Elijah's arms. My husband would try to calm me down, but when it wouldn't work, he would take my hand and lead me out o
When Elijah said this was going to be a formal dinner party, he was not joking. The mood in the large dining room felt more like a meeting instead of a dinner party.Everyone sat around the dining table, filling each chair.At the head of the table, a scary man sat. Elijah had greeted the man by his name, letting me know that the man's name was Dante.I'm pretty sure I've heard that name before and I know that it was a name to be feared.Even if I didn't know his name, the mere fact that he was sitting at the head of the table in the Williamson's Mansion instead of my grandfather, spoke a lot.Dante was sitting at the head of the table.On his left, My grandfather Albert sat with My mother. Since my Grandfather and mother didn't have a life partner anymore, they represented the Williamson's family name.Next to them, Jacopo Nicolo sat with my sister Elizabeth, who's been glancing our direction since we sat down.To Dante's right, Elijah and I sat next to each other, making me underst
Elijah Smith...It took about thirty minutes for the cook to make my wife her dinner. I felt bad enough for having to take her out with such a short notice, I was not going to have her sit around the table and watch others eat.The entire situation puzzled me. I'd already assumed that there was some kind of tension between Ella and her family. My assumption was getting stronger after I heard the short conversation Ella had with her sister in the bathroom and the camera feed Cane managed to get his hands on.But inviting her home and forcing her to sit with her arms crossed was the final draw.When the food arrived in front of Ella, I saw that the cook had made her egg fried rice."I truly apologize for the mistake." The cook bowed his head before he left my wife's side and walked around the large table to give Elizabeth a plate with the same food as Ella's on it.I looked at Elizabeth curiously.I was sure I'd seen her eat before I called the Williamson's out, and now
I stood by the corner of the sitting room with my arms crossed over my chest. Annoyance was burning my heart as I moved my eyes across the room. Not having my eyes on Ella was going to drive me insane.Dante walked over to me and stood with his back pressed against the wall."You seem annoyed." He commented."Yeah, annoyed at you." I replied, making Dante chuckle."Oh please, the man wanted to speak with his granddaughter for a while. Why should I stop him from doing so"? He asked.I couldn't stop myself from clenching my jaw in annoyance.After the meeting was done, Albert suddenly wanted to speak with Ella alone. While I wanted to say no, Dante jumped in first and said that it was fine.I don't mind Ella speaking with her grandfather. I just didn't like the fact that he wanted to speak to her alone.I'd returned to the sitting room just in time to watch Ella being told by one of the guards that Albert wanted to speak to her.I'd seen her eye move around the men until they settled o
Ella Williamson.I looked down at the box I'd placed on my lap with broken eyes. The mere thought of my father leaving me something truly saddened me.I hadn't expected my grandfather to speak to me all on my own, especially since Elijah constantly warned me not to walk off. But seeing as he gave me his permission to go, I'd wanted to see how my grandfather's health was.I did not expect him to whip out the box and demand I take it.After Elijah and I got back to the Mansion, I got out of the car and came straight to the room. I made my way to the bathroom and closed the door behind me, seeking some sort of privacy as I tried to sort through my mixed feelings.I sat on the edge of the bathtub and placed the flat black box on my lap. That was about thirty minutes ago.Letting out a sigh, I slowly opened the box and looked in again, wondering why my father would leave me this.He should have known better than to waste his money on a necklace I wouldn't wear.The silver circular pendant
Elijah Smith...I couldn't get enough of this woman. Even as I held her in my arms, I yearned for her more.Even with my lips pressed against her, I couldn't get enough.I felt Ella relaxing in my hold, giving her all to the kiss we were sharing.I'd brushed my teeth while she was in the walk in closet so I could get rid of the seafood I ate... Just so I would kiss her lips.I couldn't understand how she'd managed to grab ahold of me without actually using her hands. My sanity was very limited when I'm with her.Holding her hand wasn't enough at all.By the time I finally pulled my lips off of Ella, we were both breathless. Pressing my forehead against Ella's, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of my wife in my arms.I was surprised that Ella didn't pull away from me.I slightly pulled away and looked down at her.Ella opened her eyes and stared at me with those breathtaking blue orbs.I glanced at the room I prepared for Ella before I looked back at her."Do you like the room
Ella Williamson...The first thing I did the moment I woke up was drag my third suitcase to my new working space.I have to be honest, I woke up a bit too early because I was too excited. Even Elijah wasn't up. I had to slowly get out of his hold to make my way to the walk in closet, but I had a feeling that my movement might have waken him up.I wanted to throw myself in to my painting and forget about the complications of the past few days.I really didn't want to go to the lunch Elizabeth invited me to. The last thing I wanted to do was sit around with a bunch of strangers and pretend like their attention doesn't make me sweat.That, and the fact that Elizabeth was changing a lot was another reason I didn't want to go.I set up my art studio and emptied my third suitcase. Once everything was in place, I was ready to work.I stood near the large window, admiring the beauty the garden provided. It truly was the best spot for me, except I couldn't think about what I sh
I really regret it already.I sat around a circular table with the other wives and I couldn't stop my left knee from bouncing.Almost all the wives were present, both the old wives and the young wives.From what little I know, most of the Old wives are mother-in-law to most of the young wives, which was why a lot of the younger women were wary while they spoke.I looked around the table.Some of the wives were out going and loud. They spoke freely without any care for the world.Some were gentle spoken and graceful, dabbing the corner of their lips with their cloth napkins after every single bite.Some were assessing everyone with pointed eyes, glaring at anyone who would laugh, smirking at anyone who would stutter and rolling their eyes at anyone who would brag about a new finding.Some of the wives were quite and only spoke when they were spoken to, too shy to speak up on their own.Then there was me.I wasn't out going. I wasn't gentle spoken. I wasn't assessing anyone and I wasn't
I felt kisses all over my face.What a great way to wake up in the morning.I pealed my eyes open and glanced at my husband with a smile stretching my lips.Ah, the gorgeous smile on his face made me want to faint. I reached up and tapped my pointing finger on my lips, making Elijah chuckle.He leaned down to press his lips against mine, giving me a sweet good morning kiss."Good morning." He said after he pulled away."Good morning." I whispered in a very small voice.The smile that spread across his face was proof of how right my decision was to go through with the surgery Doctor Morgan recommended.Six months after our beautiful baby girls Violet and Rose had been born, I had decided that it was time for me to go through with the voice box treatment.As always, Elijah was super supportive, as were everyone else in the mansion.Doctor Morgan helped me with the preparations for the surgery while the doctor who would perform it flew in just for my treatment.The old doctor warned me th
I sat tense in the back seat of the car. Elijah had his arms around me as our driver drove us to the court house.Two and a half hours had passed since I helped my husband with his necktie, and the two of us left our mansion.We did eat out just like Elijah had promised we would. I was able to force myself to relax as I was sharing breakfast with my wonderful and attentive husband, but the second I realized that it was time for us to go to the court house, I started getting nervous again.Eating such a large portion of sweet pancakes and a full glass of milk might have been a big mistake because I felt like I was going to throw up.The feeling in my chest almost felt like I was on a scary ride at the amusement park that was shooting me up to the sky before I plummeted down to the ground and then back up to repeat the same process over and over again.It was a very sickening feeling, hence, the need to throw up."Just keep holding on to me, Love. I'm here for you." Elijah said, forcing
Ella Smith...I gently moved both of my hands over my belly, looking at the many flowers in the garden.I had a feeling of dread at the pit of my stomach at the thought of the events that are meant to take place on the very next day.It's been almost a month since Julia came to this mansion to speak to me, and ask to me drop the charges against Elizabeth. At that time, I had no idea what those charged against my twin sister were on the account of how distant and distraught I was for those days.Seeing my mother was extremely hard for me. And listening to her was ten times harder. When Elijah first told me that she was here and that he was having her sent away, something deep inside of me wanted to see her. Somehow, I just knew it would be the last time I would ever see my mother.I wanted to hear her out, not just to close a chapter in my life. There was a dumb hope in my chest that was telling me that my mother was here to apologize and maybe try to mend things. It was stupid
"Send that woman away." I ordered the new gate guard before I hung up the phone.I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. Ella never told me to do anything to her mother, so I wasn't sure how to approach this yet. Should I have Julia meet the same fate as her favorite daughter, or should I have her forced away from the city?With how deep in the ground the Williamson's name was, it wouldn't be that hard to deal with the very last Williamson left in this town.I heard a knock on my door, and I instantly knew it was Ella, on the accounts of how my door was open and Ella would knock to get my attention, while the rest would just call out to get my attention.I looked up and watched as she slowly walked in. I noticed her bump seemed slightly bigger than last week. She's growing every single day.I offered her my hand, which she took the second she was near me. "Who was that?" She signed once she settled on my lap. "You heard me?" I asked, to which she nodded her head. "Both
I stopped the car in front of the widely opened front door. The sky was starting to light up as it was close, or maybe even past five in the morning. I didn't even bother to cut the engine before I pushed the door open and stumbled out of the driver's seat.I ran to the front door and rushed into the hall.I had to stop at how metallic the air smelled. Bodies laid in front of me, some being moved by our men.Kevin was the first one who caught my eyes."What the heck happened here?" I yelled at him. "Elijah..." He called out, ready to explain why there were bodies in and out of the house. But I stopped him, understanding that I couldn't care less about the dead people."Where is my wife?" I quickly asked. In the split second Kevin remained silent, unimaginable thoughts started invading my mind. In that small second, it felt like my life had flashed before my eyes.Kevin sighed."She's in the hall to the dining room. She refused to leave. She's been there for a few hours now." Kevin
Elijah Smith...It was a blood bath.Starting from the point we discovered one of our men dead in the surveillance room, up to the point we fought our way out of the mansion, we were bathing with blood.My shoulder was killing me. I caught the bullet when we first came across the men in the surveillance room, and it was making fighting for our life ten tines harder than it needed to be.The entire Viper mansion was ringing with gun shots. I was concerned for Cane and Connor, as they were the closest to Elliot.Once we killed our way out of the mansion and back into the nasty exit, they stopped following us, which was why we had to get to the car fast so we would be able to return to the mansion to help the twins and the Vipers.All Victor wanted us to do was get his daughter out of the mansion in case he wanted to burn it down, his words, not mine.And we did just that. After taking the girl to our car, we left her there with the getaway driver and the man who was following us before
Ella Smith...Pain exploded on my shoulder. I instinctively dropped to the ground and reached out for my left shoulder.The bullet had grazed me, but it still forced tears to my eyes.I heard Detective Kevin cuss before he shot towards the direction the bullet came from.His gun only had two rounds left, and the second it stopped firing, he stood up to cover me with his body.More shots were fired, and I was afraid the detective might have taken them for me. But one looked over my shoulder, and I saw that the shots fired were coming from the stairs, and Dalinda was the one who had the gun in her hands this time."Get out of there." She called out as Milton rushed past her to help Detective Kevin and I to move to the stairs."Miles." The detective called out before he started running back to the sitting room.The split second we were all distracted, Elizabeth shot at us again.All of us dropped to the floor. Blood spilled down the stairs, and my eyes widened as I looked up to se
Elijah Smith...Cane decided to stay in the surveillance room to keep an eye on everyone, especially Connor and Elliot.I left two men with him and left the surveillance room with Dante and one other man, and we decided to go to the rotting rooms to find Victor's daughter. I shot him a text to let him know that our group was the closest to his daughter and that we were about to help her out, that was so he would be able to focuse on the real task at hand."You really believe this marriage will work?" I whispered to Dante as we started making our way through the halls."It better work. You two are expecting a kid now." Dante replied, forcing me to roll my eyes. "You know damn well whose marriage I'm talking about." I hissed at him."Trust me, Elijah. It will work." Dante finally replied before we came to a stop at a cornor.I looked down at my phone when a low buzz came from it and saw that there was a text from Cane."Two armed men coming your way." Was what Cane sent me.I showe
I didn't want to take my time to think about what I was going to do. I didn't want my hesitation to cost the kid his life.I quickly dropped my eyes to my phone."Miles is goig to the stirs." I wrote down with utmost speed, making spelling errors I couldn't care to check. It didn't matter if my spelling was wrong in the text. All that mattered was that the detective understood what I was trying to say.I looked at the box showing that sitting room. A small light came from the corner, and I could tell that it was the light from the detectives phone. I could see panic on his face when the light gave away his expression.He quickly sent me a text."Stop him." I didn't hesitate for another second.I looked up at the monitor to see where little Miles was. The second I saw that he was getting closer to the hall turning to the stairs, I rushed to the door. Shoving my phone back into my pants, I fumbled with the locks and pulled the door open before I ran to the door of the room.I rushed