GEORGE
I ignore Eleanor's glare at the sound of my words. She looked like she could almost not believe her ears. She stood motionless for a while and then nodded subtly before walking out of the room. Once I hear the door close behind me, I let out a tired sigh as I laid back down on my bed. What did she expect me to do? Stand up the second I hear that Gerald's in trouble and act like a father I am not? Why did she look at me like I was the bad guy here when I'm the fucking victim?! I loved that kid like he was mine. I thought he was mine. Even when she suspected foul play and warned me many times that Gerald was not my son, I ignored all of it because I wanted them to be lies. I wanted to believe that the offspring I had raised from infancy was actually mine. He was the only reason why I took all the bullshit I did from Zhara. He was the reason I let Zhara invadey life for as long as she has. He was all the reason I needed to tolerate that demonic woman for as long as I did. Yet, I discovered that twelve years of my life dedicated to being a better man, a father and a good example for my son was a lie. A monumental waste of my time and life. He was never mine. The absolute audacity of all the bastards involved in this! Living under my roof, feeding off my money and having my whole life on the palm of their hands. Yet, it was all a lie. Talk about a pathetic existence. I remember my father calling me an abomination and a bastard. The man never loved me and never cared for me. I've known from my childhood that I was not his son. At least, he had the privilege of knowing before I was born probably. He never showed me an iota of love and still doesn't. He never went through the shit that I'm going through right now and he still hated me. What do they expect me to do? I still wanna be the boy's father. I still wanna call him my son and act like all of this never happened. I still want to be able to genuinely smile when I see him and confidently say that my child takes after me. But I don't know how to. I can try to pretend but the truth is like a parasite in my mind. It will continue to eat me up alive from the inside. It would continue to spread its venom from within me until it engulfs and overwhelms me and I'm left with nothing but pain and anger. I fear that at this point, I might become the monster my father has always said I'd become. The very reason why I've worked so hard to prove him wrong. Fearing that my thoughts might take a strong hold on me, I stroll out of the room to clear my head. Almost automatically, my steps led me right to Eleanor's room and I subtly peeked in and watched her prepare. She seemed..... sluggish. She was doing her best to hurry but it seemed like she was also trying to keep herself from collapsing. Shaking my head at the sight, I headed over to my room to prepare. How could I forget that the woman in question is pregnant with twins? I ignored the pain that was threatening to overwhelm me and the painful memories pulling my sanity apart as I got dressed in a simple outfit. A t-shirt and jeans. I took my painkillers and other meds before heading out to the living room with my car key just as she got there herself. She stared at me curiously as I approached her. "What are you doing?" she asked in a subdued tone. "I'm taking you there," I replied calmly. "You are pregnant and sick. I can't expect my woman to drive all the way to another city in that condition." I walked ahead of her to the car and opened the door of the passenger seat to let her in. She moved to enter, but stopped in front of the open door as she stared at me intently. She seemed to have pity in her eyes. "Are you sure about this?" "Yes, I am," I replied. "Now, get in the car." She did just that but her eyes followed me until I was in the car as well as watched me as I revved the engine and pulled away from the driveway. She sent me the location which I inputed in the car's GPS and followed as I drove to the hospital where Gerald was hospitalised. The drive was long as it was another city and silent since I wasn't in any mood to talk and Eleanor seemed to understand that as she didn't try to start a conversation either. Or she might just be extremely stressed and tired because she just slept all the way. I watched her sleep and I could almost feel my mind clear up at how peaceful and beautiful she looked as she slept. Her chest and stomach rose softly up and down as she let out quiet breaths. I begrudgingly had to wake her up once we reached the hospital and she sprang into action almost immediately. She hurried out of the car and into the hospital while I hesitated, contemplating if I was making the right decision by coming here. Finally deciding that leaving her on her own was risky, I got out of the car and hurried after her as best as my aching body could allow. We reached the reception and we're immediately approached by the police in there as they led us into the hospital, saving us the formalities of introducing ourselves and asking for Gerald's ward. They led us into the elevator, to the third floor and right to Gerald's room where the detective in charge of the case was waiting. Eleanor still felt sleepy in the elevator as the activity has died down and wrapped her hands around mine and laid her head on my chest, yawning as we were led to Gerald's room. "Good day, sir and ma'am," the detective greeted and Eleanor straightened up once again, much to my disappointment. I wanted her to lean on me some more. "How is he?" Eleanor asked. "Stable for now," the doctor who came in behind us said as the detective handed me the scan. I frowned at it. "Why is there a hole in his head?" "Well, Gerald was found in an abandoned building after he called us. He seemed to have fallen as we noticed he had a few fractured bones," the detective explained. "And he also had a 17cm rod lodged in his head. Luckily it wasn't that deep in so it didn't damage anything. The skull itself seemed to have taken the brunt of the force. We rushed him to the hospital where the doctor here operated on him." "The operation was successful and he is in an induced coma right now," the doctor chimed in. "Like earlier stated, there was no damage to his nerves or brain matter, and he was rushed her quickly enough to before too much blood could invade the skull. We were able to just barley save him, but I think he'll be okay. It will take a while to recover though." "How was he able to call through all of that pain?" I asked the detective. "I think the adrenaline of finally escaping must have overwhelmed him. The didn't know he had a rod in his head and simply asked us to take him home to his dad before passing out. He seemed very desperate to see you, sir." I was at a loss for words at the sound of that. I felt a clash of emotions as I tried to compose myself, but most of all, I felt shame. I had written him off as my son just because I wasn't his biological father. I forgot the fact that I raised this boy for twelve years and he sees me as his father still. I knelt beside his bedside as I fought back tears. "I promise I would be a better father for you, son. No matter what they say, you are still my son." "By the way," the doctor interrupts. "He lost quite a bit of blood. We've stabilized him but we would need some more blood." "I don't know if our blood matches as I'm not his father," I replied. "Could we buy the blood? I'll pay anything." The doctor simply stared at me, dumbfounded at my words.GEORGE I stared at the wall for so long that I had even lost count of the minutes I had been staring. It might have even been hours.My world is crumbling and there isn't a single pillar in sight to hold it up. I tugged at the handcuffs holding my hand in place on the bed and couldn't help but laugh. A bitter sound that I would never love to hear again, but I couldn't stop it. I just couldn't help but laugh at my predicament.Who would have thought? George. The billionaire with much more money and influence than he knew what to do with. A man who is envied by both the young and old alike. A man who got anything he wanted with the flick of a finger. A symbol of wealth and opulence. Who would have thought he would be confined to his hospital room in handcuffs, under the suspicion of having killed his parents in a brutally deranged manner?Who would have thought I would be subjected to such humiliation in my lifetime?Definitely not me.Unfortunately, nothing I did could stop my make
GEORGEI could barely stop myself from pacing about in my room from all the worry and tension building up inside me. My body felt hot from it all and my mind felt numb.I soon felt Eleanor's reassuring hand on my back as her soothing voice asked me. "What's wrong?""I just can't believe it," I said as I finally calmed down just a little bit. "Of all the people I thought I'd be facing in court, I didn't expect it to be Jesse. I mean, I knew he might not like me, but I didn't think he would go as far as eagerly trying to send me to jail.""Well," she shrugged. "I don't think that should be your focus right now. What is done is done. You need to focus on winning your court case."I stared at her for a few minutes in silence but she wasn't even paying attention to me. Her eyes were looking at the floor and there was no surprise in her features that Jesse was the frontrunner of the court case against me. As if she had expected it already."You don't seem too surprised by it," I stated cau
GEORGE After letting Eleanor pour her heart out to me, we remained in each other's arms for a while longer than what we originally had in mind. I kissed her and she returned my kiss as we enjoyed each other's company for a while, reluctant to disengage from the hug.Regretfully though, we eventually had to.The time for my court case is drawing closer and I needed to be there as early as possible. I needed to discuss with my lawyer before the case starts and since I'm the defendant, it's common courtesy to not be tardy.With that in mind, we both hurriedly freshened up and got dressed, ready to go begin my first court case and the beginning of the process that decides my fate and the possibility of watching my children be born into this world. Once we reached the car and got in, an awkward silence settled between us. Eleanor's mind seemed to have wandered as she stared out the window absentmindedly. I on the other hand, had a lot on my mind as well. Staring at her pregnant figure
GEORGE I freshened and dressed up quickly as Eleanor slept, fatigued from all the activities she had done the day before. I stared at her with a smile and hoped this moment was frozen in time. The peaceful expression on her face as she slept was nothing short of beautiful. I could imagine her smiling and I couldn't help it as my heart melted at the thought of it. I immediately took out my phone and took a picture of that expression before she woke. I regretted that decision almost immediately.I had forgotten that I have the flash on and with the flash of the bright light on her face and the shutter sound as well, she stirred.I had forgotten how light she sleeps.Her beautiful eyelids fluttered open and she stared into my dumbfounded as I froze in place. She blinked a few times before her eyes focused on me."What are you doing?" she asked in a sleepy yet melodious voice."Getting prepared for the hospital," I replied as I stood back up. "I need to go do a check-up. It's been a wh
GEORGE The next day after my encounter with my mother, I decided to leave the house and go to work to at least clear my mind. I had a lot to think of since I saw my mom and I didn't want Eleanor to see me that troubled. She would definitely panic.The woman is pregnant right now. She was already dealing with enough.I left early before she woke up so that she doesn't stop me and even though it felt weird, I was now parked in front of my office building. Church.The place where my love story had started and the place where I had also experienced the most part of my life to. I wonder how they will treat me now that I'm suspected of murder. I can imagine they would be terrified.Taking a deep breath, an habit I had developed over time since i got into all of this mess, I got out of my car and strolled inside like nothing happened.The office fell silent as everyone of my workers tried to act busy and avoid looking into my eyes. I heard a few greetings but others felt forced while I di
GEORGE I let out a tired groan as I opened my eyes, my thoughts jumbled as a splitting headache assaulted me. I opened my eyes to the feeling of something heavy on my arm, a familiar weight like someone was laying on me. I remembered I left Eleanor last night and went to see Naomi but don't remember leaving Naomi.My eyes widened as the sudden realisation hit me and I looked beside me hurriedly and to my horror, found Naomi laying beside me. She was nude. I could tell from her breasts and nipples that peeked out of the cover sheets and I didn't need to check to realise that I was nude as well."What the fuck did I do?" I sighed as the memories of last night and the things we did flashed through my mind, causing me to visibly grimace. This shouldn't have happened.I untangled myself from her and got up from the bed as quietly as I could to avoid waking her. I don't even want to have a conversation with her right now. I wanted to be as far away from her as possible. I needed to thi
Allison's POV"Happy birthday to you!" The crowd chorused, waving their flashlights up in the air. It was the most beautiful thing I had seen. It also left a bitter taste in my mouth. My sister stood right in the middle of the ballroom, the center of attraction. She had a naive little smile on her face as everyone sent hugs, kisses, and gifts her way. "It's your day, Arya!" Mom squealed behind her. "My little girl is now grown up." "I could never have asked for a more perfect daughter." Dad added, pulling Arya for a hug. Another twinge of pain hit my chest and I pulled at my dress trying to stop the tears that welled up my eyes. I was not weak. I was not going to dissolve into tears in a room filled with werewolves who would love nothing else. They all wanted to see me crack. "Happy birthday, Arya," I murmured, holding up my gift. The ballroom went dead quiet. My parents whipped around, their eyes widening as if they just remembered that I existed too. "Oh, you're stil
Allison's POV "You don't have a say in this, Allison." Dad said stiffly. "If I have to drag you down there myself, I will." I stared at my parents in disbelief. I was worthless in their eyes, wasn't I? Only the desperate women took part in the Wolf King's bride selection. Sure he was said to be good-looking and all but he was known for his cruelty and capricious nature. He throws a bride selection ceremony every year, and ends up, not choosing brides but with a whole lot of women claiming he had slept with them. He was a promiscuous bastard and asking me to participate in that selection was more like sentencing me to death. My father knew this. He would never admit it, but I was every bit as arrogant and proud as he was. He wanted to break me. He couldn't be more wrong. "Fine!" I fumed and walked out the door. The crowd that had been eavesdropping dispersed the minute I threw the door open. I ignored them, running to my room. I had to get out of here. The next morning, I