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Roxanne I look at the television. It's showing some isolated place and a big warehouse located in the middle, surrounded by humongous trees. I can see the entrance of the warehouse and a few men outside, smoking. Various trees surrounding it. “What is this?" I asked, confused. I still need to have a conversation with him about the marriage ordeal. But something about now is wrong. Something wrong is going to happen. I just know it. I can feel it in my gut. “Shh, love,..." He puts his index finger on my lips. “just enjoy." He pecks my nose. His words give me shudders. His hand falls on my shoulder as he pulls me closer. I look away from him and at the television. I can feel his intense eyes on me. His proximity, giving me goosebumps. I can feel his hard muscles beneath his clothes. And I hate it that I am feeling like this after what he has done. I put my palm on his chest and pushed him away. My divided attention on television as I put my all might in pushing him away. “Bas
Roxanne A very relaxed Ragnor leisurely walks in. His eyes after looking me up and down are now looking around the room. He very casually makes himself comfortable on the foot of the bed. After scrutinising the room his eyes fell on me. “You look stressed." He points out. My frown deepens. Why is he here? And the first thing he says is ‘You look stressed.' I never had much conversation with him but I have come to know that he is very different from Rodriguez's and Lander's. He doesn't care about public thinking or anyone's thinking. He does what he likes. A very opposite character from my sis. “Don't frown. You look ugly with that frown." My lips part as I get stunned by his blunt comment. “Now you look more ugly." I am speechless. “What do you want?" I finally ask. I am sure he is here with some business. He smirks. That gives me chills. “I do want something. But first of all I was thrilled by your stunt which you pulled outside, in front of those reporters. You should h
Roxanne As much as he looks easy going now he looks devilish. What is his real personality? “I just want you to confess that Emily was the one who planned your escape from this marriage." He says. “Simple, isn't it." He gives a full toothy smile. A shudder passes through me even thinking about the outcome of that. “Why do you think I will do that?" I asked. I would never do that. “You have a point." Is he really an idiot? He thinks for some time with his eyes away from me on the wall in front of him. I flinch as his eyes move back to me as his body completely turns to me with that devilish look in his eyes. “Then I will do it." He turns away from me. “At least I tried." He grumbles to himself. He gets convinced that easily? I thought he would not leave till I got twisted to his commands. He flicks away the invisible dust and walks towards the door. His back towards me. He stops suddenly and I get alert. I can't be at ease in front of these Rodriguez's and Lander's. The
Isaac “Sleep love." I whisper in her ears. She shifts slightly and I groan when her hips graze my length. “Women, stop moving." I snapped, my voice strained. My hands tightens on her belly and breathing gets heavy. “Hah." I huff when she finally stops moving. I gaze at her side profile. Her pale cheeks which were blemish less a few hours earlier now have a slap mark. A slap mark given by me. That slap must have given a lot of pain, since I had put half of my strength in it. In only two days, I have given her three bruises, one on her cheek and two on her wrist of both hands. Though for the stunt she pulled today, she deserved the slap then why am I feeling regretful. Her blemished cheeks were giving me pain and breaking my heart. I could never digest a bruise on her. Though I have always tried to control my strength while handling her, I always end up giving her one. I flip to the other side and grab the cream from the night stand. I had asked our doctor for the best cream
Roxanne I flap my legs in anger. And in anger I threw the quilt down. What was he doing here? And why was he being cheeky? Does he think everything is alright? Bastard did so many things and is being cheeky. I should have stabbed him in the nose two more times. I glare at the wrist where he had applied medicine. I harshly start rubbing my wrist. I don't need medicine from the person who has given me injuries in the first place. He shouldn't have done it to begin with. Signing on my stupidity as my wrist starts burning due to harshly rubbing it. I get up from the bed and put my feet on the ground. Everything's a mess and here I am sleeping, peacefully. But that's me, whenever things get heavy I solve it by sleeping away. Sleeping helps me to get away from the problems. I have been doing this since I can remember. Whenever things get out of my hand I sleep away. I get out of the room and start manoeuvre downstairs. While walking through the hallway, I find one of the helpers
Roxanne I stumble as she harshly pulls me. Even though she has her heels on, she can still walk this fast. “Mrs. Lander, leave my hand. Where are you taking me." I shout. I tried to pull my hand out of her hold, but it only ended up giving me more pain. She pulls me downstairs. While ascending the stairs, I skipped the last step, making me fall straight on my knees, as Mrs Lander leaves my hand in the middle. I whimper in pain. I rise and look at my elbows, it's not that bad. Wincing, I stand up. My knees were buckling. I slide the dress to the side, by the split and sure enough my knees are injured. Blood was sleeping out from the split skin. It fucking hurts. Angry, I look up at Mrs Lander whose eyes are already on me. “What is wrong with you?" I asked sharply. I don't know why tears well up in my eyes. I am fed up with everything. She doesn't heed my words and looks away and I follow her eyesight to see all the other members are already here, gawking at us. Mrs Rodri
Isaac “What is happening here?" I was away just for a few minutes and I got a call from Carla saying some shit is happening in the mansion with Roxanne. I had sent Carla with the latest mobile models to have Roxanne choose which one she wanted. I look at the scene unfolding in front of me. My eyes widen when I see Roxanne staggering. Before I can think of anything I whisk towards her. Before she could land on the ground I circle my hands on her belly. I heave a sigh of relief when she is secure in my arms. I caress her forehead which is damp due to sweat. I remove all her hair away from her face. She looks pale and frightened. Why is she like this? I take her in my arms and walk towards the sofa while avoiding each and everyone. I lay her on it. “Call the doctor." I shout to no one in particular. Why did she get unconscious? Didn't I order a maid to get food for Roxanne. I am gonna kill that maid for starving Roxanne. “H-he will be here in a few minutes." Mom answers shutte
Roxanne I wake up with a jerk and frantically look around. My breathing is heavy. Everything is fine. I kept repeating those words while I brought my breathing to control. I had a nightmare of me beating that young boy mercilessly. A smile intact on my face, as I showered hits after hits on him without any remorse. It was horrifying. I look around and get startled when I find Isaac on the balcony lost in his thoughts. He looked distant. I look away from him. Yesterday was a nightmare. I can't call these people humans anymore. They are the worst of the worst. No one is different in this house. I shift and a hiss leaves my mouth. I throw the quilt away and my eyes fall on my bandaged knee. I stroke it. I really hate this family. I very delicately move back and lean my back on the headboard. I feel very powerless. It's like I don't have any energy left with me. I look down at my hand. The same hand which beat up that boy. His pleas of pain echoes in my mind and I clench my eyes
Epilogue “If that is all you can all go. Thankyou for all of your hard work." Roxanne directs her team. All the members leave one by one. After the office gets empty, Roxanne grabs her things and gets ready to leave. She takes the elevator for the parking lot. She steps out of the elevator and ambles towards her car. Her soul and heart, eager to reach home. Her shoes clicked against the pavement and resonated in the empty parking lot. She opens the door of her car and instantly a shriek resonantes in the empty parking lot as she gets pulled inside. Her shriek gets muted by a kiss as Isaac attaches his lips with his love. His hands hurried as he pulled her in and settled her on his lap. Roxanne's hand lands on his shoulder as she gets lost in the kiss. Both of their lips move erotically as they quench their thirst for each other. Isaac's hand moves under her crop top. His hands cups her clothed chest and moves his kisses down when Roxanne starts getting low on oxygen. “Isaac, our
Roxanne I amble inside my room leaving him to mingle with his children. I look outside the window and breathe heavily. I clench my phone. Switching it open I call Brent. As soon as I had recovered from pregnancy and was allowed to go where I wanted without any assistance, I flew back to California. I straightaway went to Brent's home after I gave the children to a daycare. The Miller Mansion was locked when I had reached our neighborhood. I had sneaked into his room the same way as I always did. He was shocked finding me at his window. I had instantly took him in a hug as a full blown cry erupted through me. I had asked for his forgiveness and told him everything. With teary eyes I had watched him as he took in each and everything. “I don't know what I should say." He said. “It has already happened. So there is nothing I can do." He looks at me. “It has already happened." He smiles. “Though I can't run, I can still ride a bike, these artificial legs are quite useful…" tears s
Isaac I get on my feet and walk towards her. She eyes me with a neutral face. I pull her in a hug and snuggle my face in her neck. “You have finally accepted me." I say. “You have finally forgiven me. I had lost the faith of getting back to you." And the very next minute I get pushed by her hands. I look down at her. Her lips looked more pink. Can I kiss her? “You have a wrong idea here…" I fluttered my eyes up to her eyes. “I haven't forgiven you. Neither have I forgotten anything." She removes my hands from her forearms and they limp to my side. Is this one of her games to get revenge? Is she punishing me by giving a taste of a family only to take it away. If she has, I will never be able to bear it. “Do you want anything?" She asked as she turned. I follow her. My eyes fell on her ass and it looked tempting. Can I take her here and now? Unknowingly I step closer to her and stand immensely close to her. Her hold on the jug tightens. My breath heats her ears and neck. My e
Isaac I turn and instead of going towards the office of the manager of this hotel I walk towards the receptionist. My heart is beating loudly. I will just have a look at them. Just like a stranger I will look at them and nothing more. With an absent mind I stopped before the receptionist. Her eyes swivel towards mine and she gets alert seeing me. I gulped the lump and parted my lips to ask about my lo…. I mean her. But except air nothing came out. Thankfully Rose asked her in my stead. “Um, there is a guest living in your hotel. Her name is Roxanne Rodriguez." I doubt she is using that surname anymore. Just like how she discarded my existence she must have discarded the surname of my family. The family which she hates. “Mrs Roxanne Rodriguez is in room no 1223. Floor 25." I get surprised. She didn't change her surname. Suddenly I remembered the promise. ‘I promise that you can meet them as their uncle. And I will always be Isaac Rodriguez's wife.’ I turn and start walk
Isaac “Look at your face." She says with a smile as I remain shocked in place. “It's so satisfying to see your face right now." She sighs. “It was worth it to bear you all these months and play the role of a loving wife who can't get over her husband." ‘I love you, Isaac.'‘Oh my husband, you look cute when you are angry. I think one of the babies always gets angry when I shout at you. Because the kick is more painful.’ ‘Hey, you can't laugh like that. They are your babies that desire such weird combinations.’‘You are such a loving father, Isaac.’ Tears well up in my eyes. “Don't joke." I plead. If she is joking then it's not a good joke. She eyes me with a sadistic smile. “I can't believe you still think that it's a joke. Get over it. I can't believe you fell for my game." I step towards her and cup her cheeks. “I said It's. Not. Funny. Anymore." I grit out. She slaps my hand away as she spats. “Don't touch me." The disgust in her eyes told me that she is not lying. “I can ne
Isaac “Hah." I sigh heavily as Lisa closes the door behind me. Today I saw my life leaving me when I saw her falling. If I hadn't caught her on time I could have lost my babies and worse both of them. A glass of water is offered to me. I take that from Lisa's hand and chug it down. I gave her the empty glass as I asked, “Did I do good by coming to her and forcing myself in her life?" When I ran to catch her I never ever intended to step in her life till she gave birth. But when I touched her belly I got greedy, so greedy that I threw myself in her life forcefully. “I don't know, sir." Lisa answers. “Call that psychiatrist." I ordered. I grab a cigarette as Lisa leaves to fetch the psychiatrist. Finding myself alone in the confines of the room a full blown laugh escapes my lips. Tears brim at the corner of my eyes. My feisty Roxanne is back. The way she fought back was so joyful. I can do anything to have her fight with me. “Sir…" I stop laughing and look at Lisa. “I have
Roxanne Goosebumps rise all over my body as I see him. Fear tugs my heart as my widened brown eyes clash with his grey ones. My stomach twisted in terror as I registered his angered face. “What the hell were you thinking by running like that?" He shouts and I flinch. I clench my fist to stop it from trembling. “You could have endangered yourself along with our children." He asserts as his palm strokes my huge belly. And that breaks me out of my daze as I shout, “They are not your children." The people in the garden halt their talks and movements as they start looking at us. When I heard the barking of the dog, I didn't look around, knowing fully well that Leven was barking. He scowls as I glare at him. I will never give these children to him. He is nothing to them. Even if I feel disgusted by them sometimes, that doesn't mean I will not keep them. Isaac's main punishment will be that these children will never be his. “Fucking, clear out this place." He bellows and a sudder
Roxanne My phone pinges with a notification. Instantly I strike for it. I grab it and see the message of Pierson. With bated breath I opened it. ‘Watch the news.’ The message quoted.I started looking for the remote. I get irritated when I don't find it anywhere. Being impatient I start thrashing the room. Leven steps away from me. I find the remote in the drawer of the night stand. I clench the remote. I had bought Pierson back at the mansion and in the confines of the room I had let her make a video of me revealing each and everything. Unlike in the past, this time I didn't hide anything. I told each and everything. It was hard at first. Every word uttered by me made me relive those moments once again. It was like I was living them again, struggling every breath as every pain and fear resurfaced. With every word I found myself struggling in that mansion. When I was finished I felt as if some burden had been lifted off of me. It was like I could breathe again. The pain an
Isaac I groan as I massage my head. My head is splitting. Where am I? I squint my eyes open and instantly close them when the bright light irritates me. I feel someone's hand on me. Annoyed, I jerk it away without a care and instantly a very girly squeal hits my ear buds, irritating the hell out of me. What the fucking hell am I? Annoyance creeps up my body when I get conscious of the same girly voice whining away about the way I jerked her hand away. “Shut the fuck up." I growl. My head is spinning. My throat is burning. This fucking light is irritating the heck out of me. And this girl is annoying me. “Turn off the light." I growled. “Sorry, Isaac. I will turn it off." I hear that woman's voice. Who the heck is that woman? How come I ended up this way? What happened earlier? I straightened up as I was practically laying on the sofa. I fluttered my eyes open and this time the light was dim. I look around and as I register the office around me and the woman before me I