Renia Edwards met Rafael Knights in a club, his club to be precise. He seemed down to earth and cool and he seemed to like her so they hit things off. He asked her out on a date and she agreed and then three months later, they got married.Rafael Knights was determined to get his revenge on the Edwards especially Melissa Edwards, she was the reason why he lost his father, Timothy Knights. If Melissa's father didn't make his father life a living hell then his father will still be well and alive.So he made a plan and approached Melissa's last daughter, Renia. The plan was to make her fall in love with him, marry her and make her life a living hell. Will he succeed in his plans or does fate have another plan for them?What happens when the beautiful redhead, Renia, turns out to be more of a spitfire than he thought?
View MoreHi guys, We have finally come to the end of Renia and Raphael’s story. This story took me the longest to write out of all of my books and I have gotten so used to the characters that I know I will be missing them a lot, for sure. Thank you so much for sticking around and loving Renia and Raphael. Thank you for the gems. I am grateful that you deemed my book worthy of your money. To those that stayed and were patient when I went AWOL, I really appreciate you. I love and appreciate every one of you. Don’t forget to leave me a review if you loved this book and what you think about it. Do check out my other books if you enjoyed this one. You won’t be disappointed. ❤️&💡Meenah.
Renia's POV.Three years later. I let out a ~oof when I felt the bed dip and one person was holding my legs and tugging on them while the other was tapping me repeatedly trying to wake me up. “Mummy, wake up. You promised to get ice cream with us.” Asher’s boyish voice said. He sounded like he was talking directly into my ear and I know he was because apparently, talking directly into my ear makes me hear him louder. Like he wasn’t being loud enough. “Come on, Mummy. Wake up.” Alisa demanded from the foot of the bed. Yes, she demanded. She is one hell of a spoilt kid. I told you she would be the heartbreaker. She has grown so much and her features are clearly her father’s. She looks just like him just that she has red hair and he doesn’t and her attitude is not from here. While Asher is all smiles and sunshine, Alisa is the exact opposite. Always grumpy and ready to fight, extremely picky and unfriendly. She doesn’t warm up to people easily. The only person she actually gets along
Renia's POV. Two weeks later. Two weeks later and I am still very much in love with my babies. Lucy was right when she said I would never want to let go of them again. I just enjoy staring at them. It still amazes me how I gave birth to the most beautiful babies ever. Granted, I don't have a single memory of giving birth to them but then they are all mine and I carried them in my stomach. Raphael and I made those beautiful kids. It doesn't cease to amaze me. Alisa and Asher have been the best baby yet. I used to think all babies do is cry and cry and cry but my babies are kinda different. They only cry when they want to be held or fed or when it is time to change the diapers. My cast is long gone now so I can hold them all I want. I had to stay in the hospital for about a week plus because the doctor wanted to monitor my health and my children's health. He said he needed to make sure everything was fine before giving us the go-ahead to go home. I got a surprise when I got back home
Renia's POV. "What are you saying, Renia?" That was Lucy. I didn't take my eyes off Raphael though. I don't know why but it felt like he is the only one who can understand me. I don't know how that would be possible because I don't even understand myself. I shook my head and didn't bother trying to stop the tears that were falling. "I can't do it. I don't think I can do it, Raphael. I don't know if I can do it." I said repeatedly. Raphael nodded and sat down beside me on the bed pulling me closer until I could bury my face in his neck. He patted my hair and back repeatedly trying to calm me down but nothing was working. How did I go from being cherry and eager to meet my children to not want to meet them? What kind of a mother does that make me? What kind of a mother doesn't want to meet her children? Raphael pulled back from the hug and cupped my face gently. "Tell me what is wrong, Ren." He whispered. “I don’t know, Raphael. I am just scared. What if I drop them? What if they
Renia's POV. Water.I need to drink water. It felt like I have been on a fast for a long long time. The need to drink and get rid of my thirst forced me to open my eyes which I closed back immediately after I opened them. It was too bright. Too much light and white. Why is it that hospital rooms are always painted white? I don't exactly hate the color but it is also not a pleasant color to see when you are opening your eyes for the first time in days. I sighed and opened my eyes slowly this time, allowing my eyes to get used to the brightness. I took in the silent room and tried to sit up to get water for myself but the weight on my hand pushed me back down. Raphael's head greeted me when I looked down to see what was pulling me back. He was holding on to my hand in a way that was too tight but was also comfortable. He was so deep in his sleep that he didn't realize I was awake. I tried to smoothen his hair with my other hand and soon realized that I couldn't move that hand. I look
Renia's POV. My mouth tastes like cardboard. Like I haven't brushed in days and my head, well, it feels like I have been hit several times with a sledgehammer. I tried to move my hand to massage my temple but it felt like my hand was being held down by some heavyweight and I started feeling a slight ache in my shoulders, scratch that, my entire body was aching at this point. My head feels like I have been hit over and over again with a hammer and my shoulders felt like it was in the wrong place. My waist too, in fact, my entire body is aching one way or the other.I tried to open my eyes to see where I was but nothing. I tried so hard, I willed myself to open my eyes but it was like my eyes had a mind of their own and it has been glued together or something cause I couldn't bring myself to open them. I tried to move my hand or even squeeze it but it was like I could only do it mentally and nothing was actually moving, not even a little bit. It felt like my whole body is paralyzed and
Raphael's POV.Waiting has to be the most exhausting chore ever. I have never actually had to wait for something or someone so I never realized just how hard it was to wait for something, something that you have no control whatsoever over. This situation only made waiting worse. The fact that I don’t know if I am waiting to receive good news or bad news was making me exhausted both physically and emotionally. I couldn’t keep still and I couldn’t keep pacing. The pacing made me sick on the inside and sitting still made me anxious. I literally don’t know what to do with myself. I glanced at where Melissa and Javier were supposed to be sitting and couldn’t find them there. I couldn’t even bring myself to be shocked that they were no longer sitting there. I must have been too stuck up in my head to notice when they left. I need to do something with myself. I can’t just keep waiting but I still can’t leave here. I want to be here when the doctor comes out. I want to be here for my family.
Raphael’s POV. “What do you mean by that?” That was from me but it didn’t sound like it came from me. The voice sounded distant. Like the person who spoke was two rooms away from here. The doctor sighed his expression solemnly. “I am afraid we have to focus on one here, Mr. Knights. We either focus on saving the mother or the kids. We were hoping to get the bleeding under control and then deliver the babies but she is losing too much blood and too fast.” He said. “And so? Get it under control. It is your fucking job. Do I have to tell you what to do?” I exclaimed. He didn’t even flinch by how loud my voice was. He has to be used to patients’ families breaking down like this and raising their voices all the time cause he didn’t even seem the slightest bit fazed. The patient look on his face didn’t waver one but I could feel something else underneath. “What are you saying to us, doctor? You can’t ask us to choose.” Melissa cried. “I hate to do this too but this is really the only
Raphael's POV. I don't know how much time has passed. I can't even tell anything at this point. I answered the doctor's question like an unfeeling robot. I filled out every form that I was required to fill. It was like I was a walking dead. Like I was functioning but not really functioning. Like I was visibly alive but actually dead inside. I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that I did this. Renia is currently lying unconscious in the hospital because of me. I might not have pushed her down the stairs with my hands but I might as well have pushed her. Susan only came into our lives because of me. She hurt Renia because of me and I...I will make her pay for that. I will. I stood up from the chair that I didn't even realize I was sitting on and started heading out of the hospital without even thinking it through. I need to hurt someone and that someone would be Susan. It doesn't matter that I have never raised my hand to a woman before. None of it matters. The need to hurt her. T
Renia's POV January 1st, 2030 "I am going home, Bella," I yelled in my friend's ear. We were at a new year's party in one of her friend's places. I wasn't supposed to be here but she dragged me out of my house and insisted I followed her to the party. I agreed but I made her understand that I will take my leave after an hour and she agreed. Now thirty minutes later, Bella was busy dancing with some guy(well, if you call what she is doing dancing) I was starting to regret ever allowing her to bring me here. Today wasn't the first time she has asked me to accompany her to her usual night parties and I have never agreed to it before until today and I must say that I regret it...a lot. The people in the so-called party were so drunk that they couldn't see straight and I can't c...
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