Raphael’s POV. I couldn’t stop thinking about what Renia told me last night. I still don’t understand why Susan felt the need to threaten her. I could see the fear in her eyes, I could literally smell the fear in her. She cried herself to sleep last night and I had to carry her up to her room. Crying and worrying about the babies won’t do anything to help her, it would only do more damage and I was already worried that her blood pressure might end up shooting up again when we just recently managed to get it back to normal and that is why I plan on paying Susan a surprise visit today but it might not be a surprise to her because she already knows that she doesn’t mess with Renia and get away with it so easily. I couldn’t tell Renia about my whereabouts because she was still fast asleep by the time I left the house and I also didn’t want her to worry unnecessarily. I told Melissa that I would be back as soon as possible. I don't plan on staying out too long anyway. I pulled the car in
Renia’s POV.Raphael was no longer at home by the time I woke up the next morning. I already knew without even having to ask that he must have gone to Susan’s place. I vaguely remember him carrying me up to my room yesterday but I was too tired to protest. I still can’t believe that I managed to fall asleep last night. I was beyond convinced that I wouldn’t have been able to close my eyes not to even talk of sleeping. I tried not to think too much about what Susan said yesterday and just tried to play it cool. I will have to keep my calm until Raphael gets back and I know how his little ‘talk’ with her went. I made sure not to let my emotions show so I would bother worrying my mum about it. It is more than enough that I was already worrying. I had breakfast with my parents and I was busy chatting with Hugo when Raphael came back home. He seemed cool and calm on the surface but I didn’t let that deceive me seeing as I was pretending to be cool myself. I walked up to him the moment I s
Renia’s POV. Things have been way too quiet around here. We haven’t heard shit from Susan and I am going to just chalk that up to the fact that I have barely stepped out of my father’s house. True to his word, Raphael got my dad to hire some bodyguards. He must have told him about the situation for my dad to allow that. His relationship with my dad has improved a whole lot. It has gotten to the point that my dad no longer feels the need to throw a punch at him at every given chance. He hired over fifteen bodyguards and he also got the security system in our home tightened so that just anybody couldn't get inside without the go-ahead from those insides. While Raphael’s relationship with my dad might be stable, I can’t say the same for our relationship. We are no longer walking on thin ice but the tension between us is still very much thick and I am yet to decide if I want to forgive him or not. I know I did say that I will be willing to forgive him if he ever manages to return my fee
Renia’s POV. I have nothing to wear. I am not even kidding. What would you recommend for a pregnant woman who is going on a date with her husband? The only clothes I have in my wardrobe are just matrimonial gowns and a ridiculous number of mum’s Jean but I literally have nothing suitable to wear for a date. Do pregnant women even go on dates? I have been trying to decide on what to wear for hours on end and I haven’t even seen one dress that comes close to date wear— if that is even a thing. I decided to call Hugo and ask for his help. “I thought you said you didn’t actually care about the date,” Hugo commented. I glared at him through the phone. “I don’t care,” I answered. “Then why is it taking you so long to pick a dress? You shouldn’t be so bothered about looking good on the date if you don’t really care.” He said. “What is your point?” I asked him. I think you can already tell that Hugo is on Raphael’s team. I mean he wasn’t in support of what he did and all but he also thi
Raphael’s POV. I have never fancied myself in love before. I used to believe in that word before when I was a kid when my parent's marriage was still…fine? When things were still fine. I stopped believing in that term the moment I saw how everything could easily fall apart. When I saw just how easy it was for one woman to make my family fall apart. I was still so young then, I was barely a day over ten but I was convinced that love didn’t really exist. I vowed then and there never to let a woman get to me so much that it would lead to my own downfall and eventually my death. So you can imagine just how hard and surprising it was for me to realize my feelings for Renia. At first, I couldn’t believe it. I mean how could I be so sure that I was in love with her when I don’t really know what the word means when I don’t really know what it feels like to be in love but I soon realized that it doesn’t matter whether I knew what it felt or what it was. What matters is that I was sure of wha
Renia's POV. It felt like I managed to get a heavy weight off my shoulders after the talk I had with Raphael in the restaurant. I understand his fears and I get where he is coming from. I have the same fears too but I am not about to let them spoil this for me. I want a chance at normal with Raphael and I plan on making our relationship work. I know it would be easier with the two of us now invested in it. The smile on my face was permanent and I know that it wouldn’t be disappearing anytime soon. Raphael helped me into the car before going to the other side to take his seat beside me. He took my hand in his at the same time that the driver started moving the car. I turned to face him and smiled brightly because I couldn’t do anything but smile. He returned my smile and the sight of his smile did a lot of funny things to me inside. Suddenly the sight of his smile was enough to make me cream my panties. I am just going to blame that on my hormones. Something must have given me away b
Renia’s POV. I entered my parent’s mansion with a big grin on my face. I couldn’t stop grinning even if I tried. I don’t think I can remember the last time I felt so deliriously happy. It is probably past midnight already but it felt like the entire world has gotten even lighter and brighter. I didn’t spare the bodyguards standing outside another glance— just said an extremely cheery hello and went in. The house was way too quiet when I entered. I expected to see my mum sitting around here in the living room probably watching TikTok or seeing a movie but she was nowhere to be found and the same goes for my dad too. I started heading for their room when I saw the post-it note that was glued to the refrigerator. I walked towards it and removed it from where it was stamped. I recognized my mother’s familiar handwriting the moment I saw it. Hello there, I heard you two went on a date. How was it? I hope you had a good time and I hope you managed to settle whatever problem you two had.
Raphael's POV.I should consider cutting my employee's salary a little. I mean they have always been competent and they always run the club without a hitch but it seems I have been too nice to them so they are slacking. I should be in the house with Renia right now. We should be together and I will probably be fucking her brains out at the moment but Nah, I am currently on my way to my office with a raging painful hard-on that doesn’t look as if it would be going down anytime soon. Apart from the fact that we could be making love to each other right now rather than me going to the club, I honestly didn’t want to leave her alone. It felt wrong to leave her alone and I am already itching to go back home when I haven’t even heard what the matter was. The club was filled to the brim when I got there. Half-naked girls twerking up a storm on a fully clothed man, different couples making out in every corner, and sweaty bodies dancing on the dance floor. The bar was full too and I could make
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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