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
Raphael's POV. Setting up a nursery is...hard. Hard doesn't even suffice for it. At first, I thought how hard can it be to set up a nursery. I mean the room will be for little kids and they probably won't know what half the things in the room were used for so yeah, I thought it won't be that hard only that I thought wrong. We have almost everything set up already. Renia is what you will call a perfectionist. I didn't think it through before offering to set up the nursery for her. She had a whole Pinterest board that contained more than one hundred room ideas and she somehow loved every single one of the ideas. It took forever to get her to select her 'most favorite'— I had to use that word because she had a lot of favorites. After picking the idea she loved the most, we proceeded to order everything that would be needed and it was delivered after twenty-four hours. I had to take the day off so I would be able to do everything and maybe just make sure she doesn't get started without
Renia's POV. I don't know what you will call a normal marriage and I don't exactly know what a normal marriage is like but I think I and Raphael's marriage has gotten pretty...normal? My parent's marriage is anything but normal. They loved each other so much that it is the only thing, anyone, around them can see but I guess that is what a normal marriage is like. Love. Respect. Understanding and being able to sacrifice oneself. Raphael might not be in love with me just yet but I think he is getting there, he was starting to look at me the way my dad looks at my mum anytime he thinks no one is watching—maybe I was just starting to see things and the fact that I want his love so badly is making me imagine things that aren't real. It is for that reason that I have decided not to say anything about my feelings until he tells me he loves me. "Good morning baby." His husky and deep voice filled my ear all of a sudden and he placed a small kiss on my temple. "Did you sleep well?" He asked
Renia's POV. I have been in a daze since Susan stepped out of the office. I wasn't sure of what to feel or even think at all. Why did it have to be now? Why did it have to be now that I was starting to trust Raphael more and more? Why did it have to be when I was finally happy in our marriage? It just had to be when a semblance of peace and happiness was starting in our marriage. Deep down, I have always known that Raphael has never loved me and it is impossible to forget the fact that he married me to make me pay for some sins that I wasn't even aware of. I mean he did tell me himself that he married me for that reason alone but I didn't think it was so deep. I didn't think he wanted it badly enough to send Bella my way. Gareth's part was understandable but Bella, someone I actually believed was my friend despite our differences, I still thought of her as a friend but now… What could be so important that he would go through such an extent to get me? I have thought about these time
Raphael's POV. Renia has been acting weird since the day before yesterday. The day we went to the club together. The changes in her were not that obvious and you wouldn't be able to notice if you are not close to her. Her smiles seemed forced and she was always lost in thoughts. She barely eats anything now. She just keeps pushing the food around her plate and making small useless talks about the weather and cats and dogs. I didn't read too much meaning into it at first. I just chalked it up to her being tired and needing to rest so I let her be that day but it has gotten to the point that I can't ignore it anymore. She is always staring into space and I even caught her staring at me weirdly when she thought I wasn't looking. I stared at her as she nibbled on that one apple that she has been eating for over an hour now. She had an open novel in front of her. You would think she is very engrossed in the book with the way she was staring at it intensely but she hasn't turned the pages
Renia's POV.I glanced at Theo and let out a sigh. He has been staring at me weirdly the entire day. I pushed the plate of food in front of me away and faced him head-on. “Tell me what is on your mind,” I told him and he shook his head trying to feign confusion. “What do you mean?” He asked. I sighed. “You have been staring at me with that expression the entire day. What is the problem?” I asked. “Me?” He asked pointing a finger at himself. “I haven’t.” “Cut the crap and tell me exactly what is on your mind.” I snapped and he sighed. “What is going on with you?” He asked. “I am pretty sure I asked you that first, Theo,” I said and he shook his head. “You asked me what was going on in my mind and that is what I just asked you. What is going on with you?” He asked. I narrowed my eyes at him. “Nothing is wrong with me. Why would you ask that?” He hummed and nodded his head slowly. “Then tell me. Is there something wrong with the food we have been making for three days now?” He
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