"I don't give a fuck how bizarre it sounds to you, but the fact remains that you are my wife! Now sit your ass down and let me treat your wound." He dares to order me around after everything? And he only remembers I am his wife after hurting me or when he wants to prove himself in front of people? I yank his hand away from touching me.We should stick to the charades and this isn't part of it. The fake shows are not necessary inside this room."Stop being stubborn and sit down!" He yells, almost making me deaf, something he regrets after hearing the echo of his roar."You need the bandaging more than I do, don't you think? And stop pretending as if you care about me now." I turn to walk to bed. Crap! This damn wound is making my whole face hurt like hell. "You should have grown some conscious before hurting me!" I murmur as I sit on the bed.I don't know what language this man understands though, because he is walking to me with a chair and the kit. "If you know what is good for yo
I stand in front of this unfamiliar bungalow, fear washing all over me. I might be getting myself in a den of a hungry lion and I don't know if I will come out of it alive. What's worse, Jerol doesn't have an idea where exactly I am right now. I had to sneak out, all glory to his mother because she asked me not to tell him that I will be meeting with her.Well, I couldn't fib about meeting a friend because I told him from the start that I don't have friends. Maybe I shouldn't have been so open to him?Back to the matter at hand. I know this woman hates me. My mere presence angers her to the core. I know it will probably take ages for her and me to get along, that is if there is any chance, but I know even if she wanted to get rid of me she wouldn't do it in her house, right? This compound is so beautiful to be stained in any way. I take in a good amount of the fresh and calm aura in and out, and knock lightly on the door. I should have been here like forty minutes ago, but curse the
I am frigidly squirming as I saunter inside the castle as the clock ticks quarter past ten. I am a nervous wreck right now because I didn't tell Jerol that I was gonna be this late. Heck! I didn't even tell him that I was going out! I wasn't intending to stay out this late, honestly, but the traffic was just savage. If only I knew...Locking the door behind me, I sigh in relief when I don't find this nosy big-mouthed lazy asses loitering around. They must be snoring in their rooms. I dash upstairs albeit with shaky legs. My heart is becoming heavy with every step, and I am even forgetting how to breathe at my age. Fear is taking full control.I compose myself when I get to our bedroom door, and take in a good amount of oxygen to try and calm my nerves. What awaits me inside this room is scaring me, because I can't tell what his reaction will be. All the same, I summon my courage, and push myself inside.Emptiness! There is no one in this room except the paralysing screams of silence.
I smile unbelievably at the breakfast I have made, of course, with the help of Terry. I really have a lot to learn about this modern life and the ways of the rich. Basically, everything about the rich. First, I have to familiarize myself with this kitchen. The cooker, the ingredients, oh my! I only knew about ginger and garlic, and dhania. This others huh? I might need to have a booklet about their uses. Sigh!I arrange everything neatly on the try and walk out with a big smile on my face. Don't ask me why. I am just in a cheerful mood this morning. Why wouldn't I? I woke up to the sight of Jerol snuggling up to me, and the rays of the bright morning sun were smiling at us. His face didn't look so dull today. It seemed like the ghost allowed him to sleep last night. I even remember ogling his peaceful complexion for some minutes, and my heart even jumped with ecstasy before I decided to make us breakfast. I open the door slowly and walk in kicking it shut with my foot as I proceed to
"I'll take this to the kitchen. I'll be back." I mumble to Jerol as I pick up the tray, but he grabs my hand, stopping me. I turn to him, trying so much to mask the smile and the blush on my face. Smile, because today is exceptional. He ate a decent portion of the meal. Not exactly what is expected of a man like him, but a hundred times compared to other days. And a blush, because that heated kiss we had earlier is tickling me. The fact that he knew it was me he was kissing hits differently."We have a team of nannies around us. Just let them do their work." He says, standing up and giving me another reason to blush. Ahem! Ahem!He is wearing nothing but a boxer - a white one which is doing enough justice in displaying the tent between his legs. This meat that looks so charmingly huge. It is mind-bewitching. How would it feel to even just feel that tent, you know, even just running my hand on it? Would he even react to my touch? My! Before I make a fool of myself slobbering on this
I am appalled at the things Jerol has been keeping to himself. We have been sitting on the floor of this gym for almost an hour now and all I can is, his story is quite a deep and confusing one. Then things he has told me are saddening.Apparently, he has been yearning to marry for the longest time but women leave him because of a condition. Ever heard of low sperm count? I hope I said it right because I know nothing about it. You know, the real miss dumbass. I have never even gotten this close to a man before so how am I supposed to know about sperm and all the sex stuff? Don't tell me about biology because I think I burned my school memory together with my notes the day I said goodbye to high school. That aside.So when Ellie accepted him despite his condition, for him to be sure that his marriage with her will not have problems, they opted for an IVF, of course after failing to conceive naturally. It was a success, and he felt the world in his arms when they received the news. Unfor
"Done!" I mumble after bandaging his wounds. They are healing just fine, gladly. At least none of them looks infected or adamant about healing. In about a week he should be fine."Thank you." He asserts as I amble back to him after returning the first aid kit. I angle myself in front of him, scanning for any trace of change in him, and sure, he doesn't look dismal and dull like he has always been since I met him. The cold look on his face is still so permanent, but I think I have been with him enough to distinguish his physical features from masks. The icy demeanour is his nature. A beautiful one, I must say. It exudes both ice and fire. It exhibits boldness and authority. I am glad that the masks are not so evident right now, and I hope they fade away completely and for good."What is it?" He implores after noticing my stern gaze on him for a while."What do you want to do?" I ask. I think before I impose all the crazy childish ideas to aid his recovery on him, I should at least kn
"I must concede that the castle is more beautiful than I surmised. It's amazing." I air my candid opinions as we halt our tracks at the swimming pool more than an hour later since Jerol started showing me around this beautiful castle. I have seen every important room in it, except for the gym. I have had a bang of that cursed room, and Jerol also seemed weirdly disinterested in going to it too. In a way, I was enthralled by his hesitation to walk in that damned gym. All the same, the huge rooms are incredible. Mental note, I need to go back to the library and steal a portrait of him. Well, not necessarily stealing, just taking, but without his knowledge.He might wonder why I need to keep a portrait of him. I am wondering too. But..."Thank you. It felt more beautiful today because I had you beside me." He states, turning to me.The rosiness on my face drags my eyes to the turquoise waters of the pool, averting his gaze for a moment. I wonder how it feels like to be in a swimming poo
A month later!Stamping my imprints on the red carpet as I start down the aisle, I am beyond enthusiastic. Things have been nothing but blissful for the past one month.Grego has ascertained his devotion to being a son and a brother that he has never been since birth. He has authenticated the worth of the second chance he was given. He is now working for his parent's insurance company as a marketer. Yes, he said he will take things from the bottom up. Not receiving favors from anyone for anything. He is dedicated and aggressive in working his way up. His relationship with his family has amplified remarkably. Their parents are so happy and contented. And Jerol, he is no less happy. Well, and Ellie?Ellie... Ellie... Ellie!!!She is just there, happy with her child which is due next month, and happy with Grego too. Her relationship with Jerol is just, gross. They exchange nothing more than pleasantries and that too, only when it's necessary. Well, I haven't gotten close to her as well,
"Listen, Jerol. I take all the blame for what has occurred. I planned it all, and she tried talking me out of it several times. Don't hold anything against her, please." Grego pleads.Would you look at that power couple of the century! For better or for worse, huh? They are both covering up for each other. Amazing! I am annoyingly loving this. At least they have something admirable!"Unfortunately, I can not pretend that I don't find her guilty. I am willing to let this go for the sake of Father and Mother. But if you two try anything funny, anything at all, I will personally drag your asses to the jail cells!" Jerol roars, and as if that was not a threat, everyone breathes out their suppressed breath which I hadn't noticed.It's like, the decision all lay in him! "Thank you, little brother!""What am I? Ten years? Call me that again and I will break your nose!" My! My husband looks so dangerously cute when throwing tantrums."You broke it two days ago already, bro! You want to turn
"Woow!!! You look spectacular! My goodness!" Mrs Mcall can't help the amazement of seeing me all dolled up in style.Well, I can't blame her. Today, I want to feel fit in this circle. I said I will learn from her how to conduct myself like them. If she grew up poor and now she looks like she grew up in a palace, why can't I adjust? So I went the extra mile and made an effort today. I got myself a classy white silky dress that hugs every inch of my curves perfectly, leaving nothing accentuated. The V-neck line is not deep on both sides. Nothing revealing. Modesty is key for me. I matched it with an inch-and-a-half high pink stilettos. I can't handle anything higher than that unless I want to start cursing the night before the supposed dinner is even halfway. Then I got myself a makeup artist and a hairstylist. I did light makeup. They are not even my thing, but as I said, circumstances called for this. With my hair cascading loose past my shoulders unlike my usual tight bun signature
I wake up draped tight and encompassed by Jerol's sweet arms. There is no doubt that right in his arms, is the sweetest and safest place I would want to dwell all my life.The night was crazily sweet, wild, intense, and everything that pleasure depicts. It was long and rough at some point, and my poor pot of honey can attest to that. The friction I am feeling, the tight muscles, the soreness... I still feel so filled up, like a piece of his member got stuck in there. My!What a night it was! Ooh, what a night!"Good morning!" He lifts up his face, searching for my lips which I gladly direct to him as we share a beautiful morning kiss. "Did you sleep well?" He asks me after the kiss, nuzzling my cheek with his thumb as he buries his orbs deep into mine.Did I sleep well? How can someone not sleep peacefully after such a mind-boggling night, huh? I slept like a baby. I still feel so raw, and a little bit horny. With the memories of last night clogging up my not-so-holy brain, I can't he
"We are here." Jerol says, waking me up. I am becoming so prone to sleep nowadays. I hope I am not becoming a lazy bone. Eyes roll!I wake up, yawning as if I have been napping for a whole decade, and stretching my stiff and fragile muscles. A little slumber and I wake up feeling like crap, yet I still have eight whole months! My!Shooting my eyes outside, I try to scan and take in the ostensibly exotic atmosphere which does not seem familiar at all. Not the environment, not the place itself, nothing rings a bell. Where did Jerol bring me? Even the aura bleeds so distinctly. But then again, I should actually smirk at myself for mocking myself. Where do I know? Heck! I have been to no other place aside from that disgusting shitty home. Jerol's place was the second place I got a chance to know. All the same, wherever that my sweet husband brought me, I am sure I am gonna have the bliss to core here. The white fences, no, hang on! It's the white theme! The white fences, the sparkly whi
"Do you feel any better now?" I ask."I do. I will be completely fine if you are okay. If we are okay. Are we? You are not angry with me? You don't feel like strangling me?" He implores, reaching for my hands across the table and hugging them tight in his warm ones.I won't deny it since it's not even a secret. I missed his touch. I don't know how long it had been but it feels like we were at odds for eternity. I missed this closure."Drinking is and never will be an exception for me, Jerol. No matter your reasons, it will still be wrong for me. I grew up with a drunkard, I can't handle another one." I sincerely explain."I am sorry. I just felt like I had messed up in the worst way. I was so ashamed of facing you and my desperation led me to a bar and I thought of drowning all the combo of sentiments I was feeling in alcohol. Again, I am sorry. I failed you. Sorry, love. I won't try that shit again." He says."You didn't fail me, Jerol. You know I would have listened to you even afte
Sauntering back into the castle, I run into Terry doing her rounds inside. My stomach rumbles upon seeing her, reminding me that I haven't eaten breakfast. Actually, the last meal I remember having was yesterday's breakfast. My baby must be wondering what kind of a mother it has to starve her like this.Forgive me, baby. Mommy just had a lot of things to take care of. But I won't forget you again."Uuumh. Ma'am? Seems like I was right after all." Terry giggles, winking at my hand as I caress my belly. Huh! I didn't even realize I was caressing it, just like I did not realize when she ambled here.Well, I think she deserves to know that her silly hoax that nearly killed me was not actually a joke at all like I squealed that day. It was neither a bad miracle getting pregnant, as I termed it earlier. It is a sweet miracle. And what's more, it's Jerol's first child. The only one since that bitch is out of the way now. Dang! I still have to break the shocking news to him, but only when he
My drive to the McCall's home is quiet with wild sentiments galloping through my mind. I can't help but worry about Jerol. I don't want to see him that way. I don't want a drunkard for a husband. I want to understand him but not to this degree. I want to ease all his pains brought about by this, but how can I if he doesn't want to tell me what he is feeling? I am even afraid of his reaction when he learns that the baby Ellie is expecting is not his. He will be torn. How will I even tell him? We Park at the parking lot, and I step out without saying a word to Mark. Jerol's situation is choking me. I have had a very huge bile blocking my throat ever since I left the castle. I have pushed it down countless times but it keeps forming again. I hope this annoying brat does not add more to the anger I am feeling.The guards open the door for me after greetings that I only nodded to. I amble inside, and I notice four of them walk in with me, two on each of my sides. I shoot a questioning gl
Damn!Why do I feel like crap?I stretch my stiff muscles as I snuggle closer to the duvet. My mind feels like numb. Wait? I am here? In the house?I turn around, rummaging for Jerol with my hand, but the space is empty. I urge my eyes to open, and they substantiate the nothingness my hand felt. He is not here. I jerk myself up. Well, he did an applaudable job in carrying me over here and changing me into my pyjamas. I didn't even know he would bring me home. I anticipated waking up curled up in his arms at the hospital where I fell asleep. He thought it wise to bring us home which is fantastic, but where did he go this early morning? To work? What the heck is the time? It looks still looks so gloomy from the rain last night, I guess. I didn't even hear a drop of it. Yesterday was just a day on its own. Too much of everything in just a single day. I am not surprised that I slept like a deadbeat.Reaching for my phone, I check the time, and I sigh after learning that it's only eight