SimonI watch Olivia storm off with her brother in a rage.She has that look on her face. Like she is about to kill someone. The face of a jilted lover.I smile dubiously. Dear brother must've rejected her for the hundredth time. Why won't this silly little girl learn already? She wants what she can't have.I wait until she finishes arguing with her brother before storming inside the house. After that, it was my turn.Then I wait, and I wait some more until everyone goes to bed for the night.I fiddle with the latch until the window breaks open then I slip inside the house. I creep upstairs. I already know where her bedroom is, so it doesn't take me long to find it.Her door was open, so I walked inside effortlessly with a smug smile painted on my lips.She has her head buried inside a book, so she doesn't hear me come in. I hold back a chuckle as I read the title of her book."I'm sorry, 'Sexting with a Vampire?' Is that the kind of thing you like reading?"Olivia squeals loudly and
DelilahTwo weeks later,It is my wedding day.It is supposed to be the happiest day of my life. I had been dreaming about it since I was a little girl, but now it feels like a nightmare.Everything looks perfect. The venue is beautifully decorated. Sebastian insisted on paying for everything, which hurt my father's pride a little, but he was appreciative in the end.Sebastian spared no expense. The wedding hall had everything I had ever dreamed of having for my wedding. In addition, I got to buy the most beautiful dress I had ever seen, which Sebastian paid for as well.But I couldn't be happy no matter how much I tried. Dread filled my stomach. I wasn't about to marry him because we were in love. I was marrying him because he practically owned me. This is all wrong right from the beginning.I chose a lacy floor-length gown with an open back. I kept her hair down in loose waves and decorated it with white Lilies to match my dress.I wish I could be excited for this day, but I was ter
Sebastian"Sebastian, wait. Where are you taking me?" Delilah asked as I pulled her toward the Limo with 'Just Married' written on the back."Did you forget it's our wedding night? We are going to our honeymoon suite," I said, smiling ear to ear as if I had just won the lottery."But I haven't had the chance to say goodbye to everyone!" she whined."They will understand," I practically shoved her inside the Limo. I know she is trying to make excuses to stall, and I have no patience for it. I was desperate to have her tonight. I had been longing to touch her everywhere ever since I saw her walking down the aisle. My beautiful bride.I controlled my urge to attack her in the Limo. I should wait till we make it to the hotel, at least, I thought. Delilah stayed quiet the entire ride, but she didn't smack my hand away when I put it on her lap."Wait here," I said to Delilah and went inside the hotel to grab the room key, then came back to collect her.Delilah looked like she was in a daze
DelilahI ended up having a great time on our honeymoon.An amazing time, really.Sebastian took me to different places and showed me things I had never seen. I never went anywhere outside of the USA before, so this was a whole new experience.We went to a festival and walked around for a while. It has been a while since I enjoyed some time myself. I was always at home taking care of my father and the bookstore. Vacation was not something I could enjoy back there."I need to sit down," I told him after a while."Are you tired?" he raised his eyebrows."My feet hurt," I complained.Sebastian led me to a bench, and I sat down immediately. I looked at him with surprise as he suddenly knelt down in front of me."What are you doing?" I asked."Let me see your feet," he said and grabbed one of my feet, and took my shoes off."Wait...you don't have to..." I started to protest but stopped when he massaged the bottom of my feet with his thumb. It felt like heaven after walking around for so lo
SebastianJealousy.I never put much thought into that emotion as I didn't know it was a trait I possessed. At least, not until I met Delilah.There was not a single doubt in my mind that Delilah belonged to me. However, every time I saw another man near her, jealousy burned through my veins.And today is no exception.I promised one of my friends I'd visit him whenever I'm in Switzerland. I had been friends with Matteo since I was a boy, and it was time that we got together again.Matteo Fontana came from the long bloodline of dukes and duchesses. He had a proud demeanor and piercing blue eyes that shone with intelligence. By the time he turned 22, he had already built a successful empire of dating apps. His newest app was currently the number one app in the country."It's a pleasure meeting you, Delilah. You're a beautiful woman. Sebastian is a lucky man," Matteo said, taking her hand.Delilah smiled politely. "It's nice to meet you too."At first, there was nothing to worry about.
SebastianI stood outside and breathed in the cool air.I was starting to calm down and the anger I felt earlier slowly dissipated. My insides knotted in guilt when I remembered Delilah's tear-soaked face. What have I done? All I ever wanted was to have someone who would love me for who I am. Instead, I made my wife into a prisoner, and now she claims to hate me. Everything was all wrong.I didn't want to go inside the room right away, so I decided to take a long walk instead. I found a local pub that was still open and decided to go in for a drink instead.I wanted to drink until my emotions became numb. I wanted the feeling of guilt to go away. I never liked to admit mistakes, but this time I took things too far. I almost forced myself on my own wife, for Christ's sake!I have to go back and apologize.I take a long swig of my drink and then head back to the hotel room."Deli...I..." I started to say but stopped as I realized she was sleeping. I quietly closed the door and got into
DelilahI finished showing Charlie how to catalog some of the things in the inventory. Charlie is a fast learner and always eager to learn. I enjoyed spending time with him.I didn't hear my phone ring at first. Not until Charlie pointed it out."Miss Delilah, someone keeps calling you," he said.I looked at him. "Oh yeah? Who is it?""I don't know. It's just a number." Charlie shrugged.I squinted my eyes, then picked up the phone to look at it. Charlie was right. It was some unknown number, but there were six missed calls. Whoever was calling must be desperate to talk to me. I redialed the number and waited.The caller picked up the phone after two rings."Delilah! This is Simon," he said on the other line. He sounded breathless."Simon? What's wrong? Why do you sound like that?" I asked. I had never heard Simon talk like this. Something must've happened."It's Sebastian...he..." Simon stopped as if to figure out what to say."What about Sebastian?" I urged him to speak."Sebastian
SebastianI watch Delilah walk away and sigh to myself. I couldn't feel any pain because of all the drugs they gave me, but I remembered the severe pain when the bullet hit my waist. I thought I was going to die right then and there.Ryan dropped the gun right after he shot me and just stood there like a statue. It was as if he couldn't believe it himself."You shot me, asshole," I had screamed at him before dropping to the ground. Pain shot through his body, and the first thing he thought about was Delilah. The thought of me dying and not seeing her again hurt worse than my wound.I should've treated her better, I thought to myself as I lay on the ground, bleeding. I heard someone screaming and shouting. Sounded like the security guard. And then the noises of him fighting Ryan. About time he got here, I thought before losing consciousness.The next time I opened my eyes, I was already in the hospital. A man wearing a white hospital coat was hovering over my face."Where's my wife? Wh
Emma It's my wedding day. I feel like I'm in a daze, floating in the cloud. I can't believe this is happening to me and I'm about to marry this amazing, gorgeous man of my dreams. Things can't get any better. I look at Sam, who is running around and giggling with some of the other kids in his house. He is wearing a tiny tuxedo and looks absolutely adorable. My heart swells with love and pride. I can't believe how fast he's grown up and how lucky I am to have him in my life. As I take a deep breath, I can feel the excitement and anticipation building up inside of me. I can't wait to walk down the aisle and see my husband-to-be waiting for me. "Sam, be careful! You will trip over the decorations!" Delilah scolded him, but he only giggled louder. Delilah couldn't help but crack a smile and look at me. "Ready for your big day?" she smirks. "I don't know," I giggle nervously. She raises an eyebrow. "You don't know? You're not getting cold feet, are you?" I shake my head frantically
Jonathan I go back to the building to check on Alaric. I made sure to have Ray send someone to kill the wasps ahead of time and give Alaric medical attention if needed before my arrival. Alaric is sitting on the chair with his face and body swollen, but he appears to be breathing. "I see you survived the wasps," I comment. "Fuck you," Alaric mumbles. "I came here to give you good news and bad news," I say. He looks at me with confusion. "What?" "The good news is that Emma and I are getting married, and Sam will officially become my son," I say. "Samuel is my son," Alaric barks. "Not anymore, he isn't. You will be waiving all rights as his biological dad," I say, putting the adoption paper on his lap. Alaric glares at me as he looks at the adoption paper. He doesn't say anything for a few moments. I watch as his expression turns angrier. "I don't want to give up my rights," he says. "It's not up to you anymore," I reply. "I've already talked to my lawyer, and everything is
JonathanHere I am at the abandoned building again, three days later. I kept my promise to Alaric and didn't show up until now, leaving him in the dark. I'm sure he is covered in his own piss and starving. The thought gives me comfort. "How was life in darkness, Alaric? It's not fun, is it?" I ask after taking the tape off of his mouth. There is no window down there, so Alaric wouldn't have known the difference between day and night. "Fuck you, asshole! What the fuck is wrong with you, man?" Alaric barks. "I couldn't begin to tell you. Are you ready to confess yet?" I laugh. "Confess what? I didn't do anything!" Alaric shouts. "Ah, so we are still playing the game. Say, Alaric, are you hungry?" I ask and shake the Mcdonald's bag in my hand. "I am fucking starving, man. You left me here tied up for three days!" he says as if I don't know what I did already. I take the burger out and take a big bite. "Mmm...you know I have all the money in the world, and I can afford expensive f
Jonathan "Emma doesn't want the police involved," Sebastian says. "I see..." I say grimly, but I'm not surprised. "I don't blame her. They will ask her a lot of questions in court. It'll keep reminding her of her painful past." Sebastian nods. "There must be an alternative. I want that bastard Alaric to suffer, even if it's in an unconventional way." "Leave that to me. I'll take care of Alaric," I say with gritted teeth. Sebastian narrows his eyes. "Emma is my sister. I shouldn't put this all on you." I shake my head. "You don't understand, Sebastian. I'm taking this personally because I love Emma. She broke down in front of me and told me everything. I could see the pain in her eyes, and it broke me. I'll do anything for her, and I personally want to cause that piece of shit pain." "Alright. Just keep me updated. I have your back," Sebastian says. I nod, then head over to my meeting with someone really special who can help me with my plan. I know it's risky, but I'm willing t
Emma "Mommy! Where were you?" I smile as Sam runs toward me with his arms wide open. I pick him up in my arms, laughing. "Did you miss me?" I ask, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Sam nods his head enthusiastically, burying his face in my shoulder. "Yes, mommy! I missed you so much!" he says, his voice muffled by my shirt. I hold him tight, feeling a surge of love for my little boy. "I missed you too, baby," I say, stroking his hair. "What did you do while I was gone?" "We played cars and watched cartoons!" he exclaims, his face lighting up. "That sounds like fun," I say, smiling. "Did you eat your lunch?" "Yes, I did!" Sam replies, grinning up at me. "Good job!" I say, giving him another kiss. "I'm so proud of you." Sam giggles, squirming in my arms. "Mommy put me down! I want to go get a snack. I'm hungry!" "Okay, okay," I say, lowering him to the ground. "Go get something to eat." I say, feeling my eyes well up with tears. I hope his happiness lasts forever. Sam looks be
Jonathan I feel anger surging through me, but I keep calm for Emma's sake. I need to keep my head clear so I can think of a plan to find that bastard Alaric. And when I do, I will rip both of his arms off. "What happened to him?" I had asked her, and she shook her head. "I don't know. He broke up with my mom after I got pregnant. Maybe he got scared," Emma told me. "And your mom? Did you ever tell her any of this?" I ask. Emma looks down at her hand. "I tried once, but she got mad and beat me. She said I was just making up lies to hide the fact that I got pregnant by some loser." I take a deep breath and try to push down the rage that's boiling inside me. Emma has been through enough already, and I need to stay focused on helping her. I gently put my hand on her shoulder and give her a reassuring squeeze. "Listen, Emma. You did nothing wrong. Alaric is the one who should be ashamed of himself for what he did to you. And your mom... well, she clearly didn't handle the situati
Emma I wake up in his arms in the middle of the night, engulfed by his warmth. I feel his steady breath against my neck as I snuggle closer to him, appreciating the way his arms feel wrapped around me. It is as if I am cocooned in a bubble of safety. I trace my fingers over his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing under my touch. It is a comforting rhythm. Why am I like this? Everything was perfect last night, he did everything right. He didn't push me into anything and showered me with warmth. And yet, I had my stupid panic attack and messed everything up. I touch his lips softly, careful not to wake him up. I can't believe I let my past get the best of me. I ruined the moment even though I wanted him to make love to me. I have to make things right, I think to myself, then climb on top of him to kiss him all over his body. And now he is awake, staring at me with those blue eyes, making me feel even more guilty about rejecting him last night. "Emma. You don't ha
Jonathan Fuck...maybe I am going too fast. The last thing I want is to scare her again by acting like a horny teenager. But she is not pushing me away. Instead, she took my hand in hers, still staring into my eyes. I take a deep breath, trying to calm the racing thoughts in my head. I don't want to mess this up. I don't want to push her away or make her feel uncomfortable. The cool breeze hit us both, and I felt her shudder against my arms. "Shit, you're cold. Let's get you inside," I say. "Maybe you can give me a tour of your house." She smiles. "Sure," I say, smiling at her. "I'd be happy to show you around." I start with the living room, then the kitchen. Then we move upstairs. "The upstairs has three bedrooms and a small terrace," I tell her. Emma looks around in amazement. "It's such a beautiful house." she pauses before speaking again. "Where do you sleep?" "Usually in the master bedroom," I say, gesturing towards the door at the end of the hallway. "Can I see it?" sh
Emma I run my fingers over the delicate silk of the dress. I've never seen any dress so beautiful, let alone wearing it. "Go ahead and try it on," Delilah says and smiles encouragingly. But as I hold it in front of me in front of the mirror, I feel weird. "I don't know if this will suit me," I say. "Of course, it will. Put it on immediately," Delilah orders. I laugh at her enthusiasm and then go inside the bathroom to change. I slip into the dress, and I can feel the smooth, silky fabric slide against my skin. It's like nothing I've ever worn before, and I can't help but feel a bit nervous. Will I be able to pull it off? I take a deep breath and step out of the bathroom and into the dressing room. Delilah's eyes light up when she sees me. "Oh my goodness, you look stunning!" she exclaims. "That dress was made for you." I turn to the mirror and can hardly believe what I see. The dress fits me perfectly, hugging my curves in all the right places. The color brings out the warm