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
Delilah"Stay still," I ordered."It hurts!" Sebastian complained."If you would stop trying to walk around, then this wouldn't have happened," I said irritably as I bandaged his wound again. He was too stubborn to stay in bed and rest. Instead, he tried to move around, which reopened his wound. "I swear I will tie you to the bed if you keep it up," I threatened."Oh, I've always loved your kinky side, wife," he winked.I rolled her eyes. Sebastian is trying to be a pain in the ass, and I refuse to tolerate it. Maybe offering to take care of him was a bad idea. "I don't have a kinky side, you jerk. That's your area of expertise. Now shut up and stop moving," I barked."Gee, so bossy. Whatever happened to my sweet, innocent bride?" Sebastian touched my arm and rubbed it slowly.I shivered. It would've been so much better if he didn't make my heart flutter just with a little touch. I felt pathetic and powerless against him, but I had to hide those feelings deep inside so Sebastian didn'
SimonThe whole situation with that bastard Ryan made everything so chaotic as if my life wasn't chaotic enough!I have my own problems to deal with, and this was just extra stress for me.Olivia Erickson.I kept a close eye on her before my brother's wedding, and I'm glad I did because it turned out Olivia had plans of her own to ruin Sebastian's wedding.I could tell she was devastated. I underestimated her feelings for Sebastian. I thought it was just a small crush, but Olivia seemed to be almost in love with him. She was determined to have him and would do anything to crash that wedding.I couldn't let that happen, so I did the only thing that I deemed necessary at the time. I kidnapped her for the day. It was an impulsive decision, and I don't regret doing that now.When I saw her sneaking around the wedding venue right before Sebastian's wedding started, I knew exactly what she was planning to do. She was there for the sole reason of ruining everything.I didn't miss a beat and
SebastianI wait for Delilah to help me bathe. It wasn't like I couldn't do it on my own. I was wounded, not paralyzed. But I pretended to be in too much pain to be able to move on my own so Delilah would help me more. I wanted to be close to her at all times.I can tell she hasn't forgiven me yet, and it is eating me up inside. I want her back. Heart and soul."Delilah! What's taking you so long?" I yelled from the bedroom, knowing it'd piss her off, but I couldn't help it."I'm on my way! Just shut up and wait," she screamed from inside the bathroom.I chuckled to myself. I can't get mad, no matter how rude she acted with me. She is doing everything she can to make me better. She was nurturing me.No one had ever taken care of me this way, I had nannies growing up, but they ignored me for the most part.I wasn't used to this, nor did I feel like I deserved it, but I wanted to enjoy it as long as possible.She came back with a bucket of water and a towel."What are you planning to do
DelilahSebastian stared at me as if he was trying to gather his thoughts."What did you just say?" His voice cracked."I am carrying your child, Sebastian. You got me pregnant because you wouldn't stop coming inside me, asshole," I barked.He finally snapped out of it. "I'm going to be a father?""Yes.""You have no idea how happy that makes me, my love," he said huskily and pulled me to his chest."Do you mean that?" I mumbled against his chest."Are you kidding me? Of course, I mean it. I love you so much. I want nothing more than for you to be the mother of my children, Delilah. I'm sorry about everything I put you through, and I'll do everything I can to make it up to you." His voice was thick with emotion."Good. Now let go of me because I need a shower," I got up and hurried to the bathroom. I am trying hard to act like I don't care about him, but I can't stop blushing. He still made me feel flustered."Are you happy?" he asked me, wondering.I don't answer and walk away.Am I
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