"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
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,
White ceiling, blue-themed room. I blink a couple of times. "I am alive." I murmur to myself. The last thing I remember is falling into the middle of the road after a car hit me. I thought that was the end of me and my miserable pathetic life, but it seems my time is not up yet! I don't know whether to be happy about that or not, though. Sigh!Wait. where am I? This sure is not a hospital bed. This heavy-duty mattress, how many inches is it anyway? And this expensive white bed.. I think it's what they call king or queen size? Did I wake up in paradise or am I in the afterlife? My head hurts, but I pull myself up and sit up, leaning backwards to support my bandaged head. I am glad I don't have fractured bones, but a side of my hip hurts, alongside my bandaged head and arm. The door opens, which is quite a distance from the bed because this room is enough to accommodate five more beds of the same size. A man saunters in. Adorable height, medium size body and finest jaws. This is a b
It comes to a certain point in life when you are too intoxicated with everything. That point when you can't even recognize who or what you are anymore. That point where everything and everyone sucks. That time when you can't even explain when or how things got this far. That point where you are certain that things will never be like before again. That is where I am right now, I, Tessa Angeline! Damn! It slipped my mind that I now have something I never had - a surname! I'm now Tessa Angeline McCall! I don't know what anyone in my shoes would choose to do in my situation, but I have chosen to end this toxic relationship between me and this woman who I call mother. She doesn't want me, and I don't need her either. It's not like any of us needed the other from the start anyway. Oh, wait, I know. She needed me to feed out her anger and frustrations on, and to be her breadwinner. But that is over now! Call me bitchy. Call me stupid. Call me childish. Or an ungrateful witch like she calls
"And that gave you the right to trade me off to a stranger like I am garbage, huh, mother? Selling me off like trash? You could have asked me to leave your house if you did not want me here anymore. Not like you ever wanted me anyway. But this, mother? Who gave you that right? What gave you the audacity to do this despicable act? Tell me? Is it money? Wasn't I the one who has been feeding you ever since...""Shut your trump, you who're!" She hollers, cutting me off. Whore? She must be referring to herself, not me. Her face is burning with anger. Truth hurts, huh? That is just great to know because I intend to pour all that she has made me feel throughout the years. Nothing will be left unsaid. We are lying it all here. She points a finger to my face. If it was before now, I would be cowering, trembling with fear, but not today. Today my guards are all on. "What am I to you, little witch? A child that you can scold however you want? Better shut up before I do it for you. You are right,
Walking in through the entrance of The Great Westview mall feels like walking through the gate of heaven. Deep inside I feel so cheap walking on the sparkling tiles, and clinging to this rich god beside me isn't lessening the feeling. I don't remember the year I lastly walked into a mini supermarket, and I have never set my feet in a mall, not to talk of a classic one like this one. I hold on tight to the arm of Jerol, and we make our way in, to shop for the event of the day after tomorrow. I am yet to know what kind of an event it will be, because Jerol said he would tell me all about it tomorrow and what I have to do. Considering his temper or anger or whatever his reaction can be called, I opted not to insist. I respected his decision, just like he respected mine when he asked what the deal between me and my mother is, or rather, was, and I told him I didn't want to talk about that subject, and he understood. He didn't push it. If we are going to understand and respect each other
PARTY REHEARSAL "Your brain is better than I thought." "Are you trying to be rude or insulting right now?" "No. Alright, sorry. Let's go over it once more time." We are sitting in our bedroom. Yes, ours - me and Jerol's. Don't look at me like that, sha!It was his idea, or should I say, one of the rules. As a married couple, we should sleep in one room, and on the same bed to avoid compromising issues. I didn't see any point of disagreeing, because he promised never to touch me, or disrespect me in any way. How can he do that, when the first rule of the contract clearly states that no falling in love? No feelings will be involved in this fake marriage. I guess that puts me on a safer side, right? Yeah. No love, no romance. No love, no touchy touchy. Sleeping beside him ain't such a big deal. I don't think he is as dangerous as a dog to bite me while asleep. Or a wolf, meh!We have been going over this for the last couple of minutes, and his mood today is no difference. Arrogant,
"Wow, wow! I don't know whether to be proud of my work or be jealous of your beauty, madam!" My make up artist says, stepping away from me. I stand up, to have a good look at the woman in the reflection because I doubt it's really me. My, my, my! Tessa! Is this really me? I lift my hand to my face, well polished up with ponds and and perfectly made eyebrows. I run my hands smoothly and with care through my styled hair. I guess it's really me, then, huh! Tessa Angeline McCall! With this new look, I am sure I will not embarrass my rich husband. Speaking of him, where is he?"Thank you so much for this. You are really a great makeup artist.""Well, thank you madam. I'll take my leave now. Enjoy your day, madam, and if ever you need my services again, I will be happy to lender them to you.""Thank you. I sure wouldn't look somewhere else. And please, call me Tessa.""Alright. See you again, Tessa." She walks out, after packing her belongings in her makeup kit, while I am left to admire
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