Renia's POV. "I don't think there is any difference between this one and the other one," Raphael commented staring at the dress I was putting on. We have been at this for over thirty minutes and I am yet to pick out a dress. It is either too short, too tight, too revealing, or too something. I didn't think he would be so picky when I asked him to go shopping with me but he is picky as hell. "No, it is obviously different. That was a flared gown and this is just straight." I told him sending him a playful glare. I was enjoying this more than I should be. I think it has to do with the fact that he wasn't outrightly ignoring me. He had something to say about every dress and while some of his comments were unorthodox and annoying as hell, I still liked it. "Whatever. It is still not it." He said and I must agree with him on this one. The dress was too itchy and I felt the urge to rip it off with my hands. "I will be right back," I told him and walked back to the dressing room. I remov
Raphael's POV. I am in deep shit. I think that goes without saying. I don't know what it is that I feel for my wife but it is most definitely more than just hatred. I don't know when or how things started changing for me. I didn't even realize it until that time I was looking for her at the beach. I even chalked that up to the fact that I was only worried about my children but I should have known that it was more than that when I couldn't stop myself from touching her. When I felt the need to be inside her badly. I realized my feeling were getting out of hand when I couldn't even bring myself to say no to her when she asked me to follow her to go shopping. I could have stood my ground and said no but one look into those eyes that I claimed to hate so much and I was gone. I knew I couldn't say no to her. It was damn near impossible to say no to her and now I am finding it hard to take my eyes off her. She was staring at the groom and very pregnant bride with a big smile on her face a
Renia's POV.Everything happened so fast that I didn't have time to process it. One minute they were saying their vows and kissing and the next, her water broke. We should have known that it would happen. I mean she already looked like she was ready to push the baby out at any minute, we just didn't actually think the baby would decide to come out today. It took almost forever to get Raphael to snap out of the trance he seemed to have put himself in. At first, he kept staring at me weirdly, like he was seeing me for the first time and the next he had a scowl etched on his face and he seemed to be screaming don't come near me. I held on to a confused Aurora and told Quinn not to worry about her and just take his wife to the hospital. Raphael picked Aurora up and held her in his arms before pulling me closer by my waist and leading us to his car. We were to join them at the hospital. He placed Aurora in the backseat and helped her to fasten her seatbelt and was about to get inside the
Renia’s POV. We have been back in New York for over one week now and I have come to accept the fact that my husband— you know the one who tries not to talk talk to me if it isn’t absolutely necessary— is back. He started acting weird when Adrian— Samantha and Quinn’s son— was born. He spoke to me when it is really needed, he doesn’t touch me as much anymore— he used to always find any excuse to touch me before but now, he only touches me when he needs to or when we fall asleep and somehow mange to gravitate towards each other. We have been spending every night together since we arrived. It wasn’t like we agreed on it or anything. He just started sleeping in my room and honestly, I didn’t want him not to sleep in my room so I didn’t complain or ask him not to sleep in my room. He greets me every morning, makes sure I eat something, ask if I am feeling weird or anything and that is it. He was back to being his usual cold self and it was obvious that if it wasn’t for the fact that I wa
Raphael’s POV. “You can’t keep ignoring me forever you know that right mum?” I asked her. I have been coming over to her place everyday for the past week trying to get her to at least open the door and let me in so I can talk to her but she was ignoring me. She only replies through the window telling me to just give up and go back to my house. I don’t get what she was so mad about even Renia has forgotten all about it so I don’t get it. I don’t understand why she doesn’t get the fact that I am doing this for us. It is the least I can do to make them pay for what we had to go through.“You do know that I can just come inside. I have your keys remember.” I told her. I already knew the answer she was going to give but I still used that point anyways. “You wouldn’t dare step foot into my house unless I invite you in, Raphael. You don’t want me to get mad at you.” She replied. “Can you get madder than this? Why are you so mad at me?” I asked her. I heard her scoff and nothing else. Th
Raphael's POV. My heart was beating fast...way too fast that I am starting to think that it might just jump out of my chest. It can't be true. She has to be mistaken. I have spent my entire life thinking that Melissa was the one behind everything that happened to my family. I have spent half of my life planning and scheming and thinking about ways I could make her suffer for what she did and I went ahead and married her daughter when I didn't feel anything for her. I trapped her in a loveless marriage and made her suffer for nearly three years now. I have gone way too far for me to just be finding out that Melissa had nothing to do with my father. "You must be a mistake, mum. You are mistaken." I said shaking my head in denial. She stood up from where she was sitting on the floor and sat down on the arm of the couch that I was on then she took my hand in her and squeezed it. "I should have said something sooner but I didn't think your father said anything to you but I should have
Raphael's POV. I had to blink twice to confirm who was sitting in my office but my blinking didn't change anything. Melissa and Javier were still sitting there staring at me and waiting for me to get a hold of myself. I stared at her and tried to hate her like I have been my entire life. I tried to feel that hatred again but I just felt empty and drained and tired and maybe... scared too. If this were another day then I would know how to react to her presence. If this were another day then I wouldn't have hesitated to throw her out of my office or be outrightly rude to her but now... what I found out today has changed a lot of things. "Are you okay?" The sound of her voice snapped me out of my thoughts. Her eyes, those eyes that look so much like Renia's. Renia. God, what have I done? "Raphael?" She called again.I cleared my throat and tried to keep my cool. "Why are you here? Do you need anything?" I asked my voice was as cold as usual. "I came here to talk to you." She said c
Renia’s POV. “I think you should stop now,” I said with a pained groan. “Why should I? I need to talk to them more so they can recognize my voice. You see I…”“You read it in one of those baby books that babies can hear you talking from the womb as early as seven months.” I interrupted with a sigh then I sent him a glare. “I know you just want to talk to them and make them recognize your voice but…” I paused. “I never imagined that a day would come when I would say this but I am getting tired of hearing you talking about unicorns and rainbows and all of those other boring things you have been talking about,” I said. “And you even try to sing to them too. I am not sorry to tell you this, Raphael. Singing is definitely not your thing. My ears ache from hearing you singing and I am sure the children will agree with me.” I said. He pouted. Yes, he pouted and gave me a wounded puppy look. “But…I just want to talk to them.” He said and I sighed in resignation. “I didn’t say you shoul
Hi 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