“Why are you still awake, woman? Go, close your eyes, and sleep now,” he said with the voice of a half-sleeping man. “How do you know that I am still awake, El? You're closing your eyes.”“I have more than how many senses you have.” His joke made me push myself more to his body, pulling his hot and muscular body towards me. “I will sleep now, El.”Seizing the moment that he was with me, I pretended to be asleep and opened my eyes as I heard him breathing peacefully. He was now totally asleep. I slowly carried my head and looked at him, admiring his thick lashes, fair skin, and perfect-shaped face. No one saw his face. According to my research before we got married, he suddenly emerged to be the richest man just a few years ago, beating the Billchirs clan. His business focused on hotels, resorts, restaurants, and furniture, and all were famous all over Texas and overseas. I was tempted to touch his face, causing my heart to beat fastly. If he could catch me doing this, he might g
“You should have listened to him, Valerie. You should have planted a bountiful garden—no, a bountiful forest of hatred for him!” I looked at the wall outside the window. The plant there lost its color, dried, and is soon to fall down. It was a totally dead plant, seeking a drop of water coming from above.I was really jealous of that little plant on the wall because I thought it was free from anything that chained it. But I was wrong to think that freedom is something that centered on a person or a thing that was living outside of jail, walking on the street, and passing by with many people. The little plant was outside, but it was not free from the end of its life. I know that it could be more beautiful and green if it was only planted on healthy soil. I sighed, returning to one seated sofa, crossing my legs, and taking the book from the table was the only choice that I had. My husband put books here, but he didn't put anything useful. I've read this story of the little mermaid n
She held my hand, looking at me like she was suspecting me as possessed by a woman who admired my husband for a long time. “Is this for real? Are you true to your words? You might have misunderstood your feelings, ma'am.”“It's true that I miss him. It is really him who I want to see. And that is what I want to happen, Amia.”“Is it not your parents you missed?” I sighed harshly, annoyed by the repeating questions from Amia.“Amia, when I say El is what I want to see, El is what I want to see! Don't give me other options because that won't help ease how much I miss my husband!”“I-Ironic…”"Yes, Amia. I know it is the most ironic thing right now, so tell me if you will help me or you can't do something about it. I also don't want to hope for nothing,” I said, sulking at Amia because of her eyes that were staring at me as if she didn't believe the words I told her.Amia's shoulders rose when she took a deep breath; they also fell immediately when she released the air she briefly held
Without a fuss, I accepted his warning wholeheartedly. It might be dangerous to love my husband, but hating him will put my child’s sake at risk. My child was reacting inside my womb whenever I tried to speak ill to his father. He shot me an emotionless gaze.“Are you satisfied now that you've seen me? Can I leave now?”I smiled at him. His body moved to face the door, which makes me a little bit melancholic. Yet, I remembered about his words—that I should not love him. Also, my own words popped in my head, making me hear my own voice telling me that all I asked from him was letting me love him and no reciprocation at all. “El,” I called him, rushing to catch the hem of his sleeve. “Woman, you are depressing, annoying, and bullshit. Can you please let me go now? I have a sudden headache because of you.”“El, visit me here...often.”He bowed at me, having a smile on his face. “Is my absence a total destruction of your sanity, my wife?”“Yes, El. I think I'm getting crazy whenever
My eyes were focused on him, trying to absorb what he said. What does he mean? That he won't hurt our child? Why? I mean, I thought he hated me and wouldn't give me time to rest from the sufferings I will experience from him? But why was he so angry about me hiding our child from him? “El, why are you so mad at me? You won't hurt me if you find out I'm pregnant?” “Yes, woman! That's why I'm burning with my anger towards you now. You let me lay hands on you even though you know you're carrying the heir to all the wealth I have! You are crazy!” I stood up and tearfully approached him to thank him for his kindness. “El, I was really scared; that's why I hid from you that I was pregnant. I thought you would hurt me and make us suffer—me and our child." He looked at me, his eyes were blank and unreadable. “No father wants his child to suffer and get hurt, except your father, who prioritizes money over you, Valerie.” I bowed, ashamed of what he said. I evaluated my father,
“Are you sure that it won't harm my child, woman? If it will, I will never regret ending your life.” I leaned my head on his shoulder. “El, the baby wants it. I think we were rightly guessing his gender. He probably likes businesses like you do. Apparently, he's a boy...” He sighed, forcing himself to endure me. He doesn't like me clinging to him, yet he could do nothing but let me do everything I want because I'm telling him that it was our child's. He was a thoughtful father, withstanding my presence for his child.We were at the backseat, sitting down together and close to each other like a real sweet couple. Martin was driving for us. Sometimes I caught his eyes in the mirror, looking at us with a smile on his face. But as long as I can avoid him, I will do that. I don't want El to feel jealous of him again, it might be a reason for El's anger and will result in hurting me again. Martin was really kind. I don't want him to get involved in whatever issues I have with my husba
The furniture industry focused all the companies and activities involved in the design, manufacture, distribution, and sale of functional and decorative objects of household equipment. That's what the internet said about it.And El was freaking smart, using his furniture company to cover what he was hiding behind it. He was really a business tycoon.While walking around, I was busy enjoying every beautiful and eye-catching design of household equipment. I was totally amused and surprised. I remembered the bed I used to have in my parents' home, it was exactly the same as the one that was displayed near the stairs off to the second floor.The bed I saw pulled me towards it, standing to better see the beauty of the work. Every detail of the bed was carved beautifully. The one who did this must be light-handed, as no exaggeration is seen in the design.Mommy bought the same bed as this one on my sixteenth birthday. She told me that my bed should always be beautiful, it should be like th
The surroundings were deeply silent. The sound of a falling phone that slipped from his hand was heard after a few seconds, yet no one among us wanted to let our lips depart. My fingers crawled into his chest, feeling his heartbeat in the most unusual manner. My feet rose, tiptoeing to make him comfortable with the kiss we shared in the middle of the malfunctioning elevator. His fingers slid into my hair at the back of my head, assisting my head in following the rhythms of his gentle kiss. How could this be? Every time that he was letting his tongue slide into my mouth, I was like a flower that was wanting to bloom and let the butterfly suck the nectar from my wholeness. The entire elevator was dark because the flashlight of his phone was covered, but the more I close my eyes, the brighter I see. He was successfully taking out the fear I had. I was wondering why my tears fell down when our kisses became deep and passionate. It might be because he told me to never take it seriou
It feels like I was in the solar system, and soon my whole being would be swallowed by the black hole, which was waiting for something to devour. I'm lost in the passing, yet I have to remind myself of my goal—revenge for myself. My heart was hard as rock for those people who hurt me, and I will never give a piece of pity and forgiveness to them. They tore me into pieces, shattered my heart, and became the reason why my soul wasn't holding back to avenge myself to all of them.If life has a rest day, I would take it, even if it's just a few days. I want to go somewhere with my son, away from other people who always pull me back to the worse past I have, and if I've recharged my strengths, I would haunt them again with my hateful comeback. I love Eli, but he seemed to be one of them, making me do things that I don't want to.My phone rang, catching my attention, pulling my hand in its direction. I sniffed, holding back the sound of sadness and anger in me."Hello?”“Baby, how are you?”
I let a few sighs escape from my lungs. I massaged my neck and immediately got up from my bed. Knocks from the door pushed me to stand up and go towards the door to open it for whoever is behind it. “Auntie?! G-Good morning,” I said, covering my mouth because I grabbed a few bottles of tequila last night from his wine storage after I swam in the pool. “Sweetie, you have visitors.”My eyes narrowed, trying to remember if there were people I expected to visit me. As far as I remember, I don't accept visitors at auntie's mansion because of my respect for her, and I don't have many friends either. Even Eli, my boyfriend, didn't expect him to come here today. Foval entered my mind, so I smiled at auntie. “Oh, auntie, is my son here? Damn. How can I face him when I'm like this? My hair is messy, and I still smell like tequila.”“Sweetie, it's not Foval.”“Auntie, if it wasn't Foval who would visit me and Eli, I wouldn't have expected anyone else. Apparently I never invited anyone to come
I moved around on top of the bed, looking at what position could make me fall asleep. Until this late night, Eli's words can't get out of my mind. I thought of him as a shallow man who only wanted to get the things he wanted through money, but he became someone who became deep.I decided to just head to the pool, and as usual, I'm carrying a bottle of tequila going there. I sat on the edge of the pool and gently dipped my two feet in the water, asking it to take all the anxiety that's bothering me.My feet were playing with the water while my hands were busy preparing for a drink to savor in my mouth.When I have the goblet in my hand, I put it beside me, sighing out of frustration that enslaved me.I heard footsteps approaching me. When I turned to see who it was, I saw auntie's feet. She sat next to me and immediately dipped her feet in the water.“What bothers you, sweetie?”“It's the situation that I have, auntie. Eli told me to forgive Eldifonso. But it's hard for me to do that.
He was leaning on his car, looking at the sun that colored the sky orange. It was beautiful to stare at, but what's more beautiful is the love that I have for Eli. Even if others told me that he was not true to me, hiding his agenda from me, and doing something that would probably be a dirty one, I didn't think about that. He's someone I can talk to and who is comfortable to open up everything that I keep inside my heart.I don't care if he was the notorious villain or if he was the Hades of today, because he shows me the love and care that no one does. He said his words from his heart, even though sometimes I can't seem to accept them or be ready to hear them.“Why do you often bring me here, Eli?”“A rich woman like you is fed up with restaurants and other prestigious places to have a date at, Valerie. Another one, it is better here because rarely anyone goes here. I will only stare at you the whole time I want. Because I don't want someone else staring at you.”I stood up and looke
Foval was on the front of the crowd, cheering for me and his evil father, who was with me inside the sack. I was quiet, but Eldifonso kept shouting, claiming that we would win this sack race. “Me and my wife will win in this game!” he said loudly and proudly. “Eldifonso, can you please shut your mouth?”“Calm down, my wife. I will win this fight for you and for Foval,” he whispered to me. “Do whatever you want, but don't shout about it as if we're happy as a married couple. Don't you feel awkward?”“Awkward? I feel happy, Val. Look at us; we are inside the sack, close to each other, like we were under the same blanket.”He was too close to me to the extent that I sometimes feel the bulge in his pants whenever he faces the crowd on the right side. “You're the only one who's happy,” I whispered, gripping to the end of the sack. Why doesn't the game just start so that it ends immediately? “The rules of the game are only one; the couple that falls cannot continue to the finish line,
I was standing beside the pillar on the veranda of my room, holding the phone on my head, talking with my son, and looking at the moon that was trying to free herself from the clouds covering her light.“Mommy, when are you coming home to the mansion? I want to be with you, and daddy said he wants you back too. You should stay here with us so that we will be complete and a happy family.”I sighed. My son doesn't know what's going on around him; he wants me to go back to the mansion where I got so traumatized. Honestly, I can't imagine myself ever stepping foot in that place. That mansion was like a haunted house; I was haunted by my own dark past there. “Baby, let it go, and tomorrow I will talk to your daddy, I will tell him that we need to have an agreement about you.”“Mommy, I want you here with us.”Not even now, but I know that the time will come when my son understands the situation. My son is smart, and I have full confidence that he will understand why his father and I are s
We walked along the beach, holding each other's hands as if we didn't want this moment to end. Sometimes I lean my head on his shoulder as I feel him kiss the top of my head. “I can be a father to your child, Valerie. I promise that I can be the best father to him and the best husband to you. We can create our family away from people who are causing you stress.”“A while ago you were lifting your own chair, Eli Madrigal. You really can't wait to be told the good things others see in you. You always want everything to be fast.”“Don't tell me; you will tell me again that I am somehow similar to Eldifonso Suarez because of the way I behave. I am different from him and what he's doing. I am Eli Madrigal, the lover boy!”I giggled, listening to his words. Our footprints were following us, a lovers mark on the first date they had where they talked about the future and plans they wanted to share with each other. My heart is rejoicing out of every step that we take together, forgetting the
The lights are flashing before my eyes, capturing every detail inside the bar. Eli Madrigal was holding his bottle of beer, staring at the dance floor, where there were some women who occasionally stared at him and laughed, showing motives to him. I rolled my eyes, thinking bad about those filthy and bitchy women. I thought of going to them and slapping them one by one to wake them up from their fantasies. Eli cleared his throat and looked at me. “What's with the long face and one raised brow, Valentina? I thought we were here to have fun because your life is such a mess?”“Yes, Eli. But I still want a commotion because of what you're doing,” I said. I laugh at myself; I'm jealous even though Eli is not my boyfriend. He's not doing anything either, but I feel like he's flirting with the women here at the bar. “What am I doing besides just standing here and accompanying you while you're quiet there and all of a sudden your mood changes?”“Oh, really? Is that all you did?” I asked h
“Sweetie?! What happened?!”I ran upstairs, neglecting to face my aunt, who was after me. I sped up my steps even more when I noticed that she was getting closer to me. I immediately entered my room and locked the door. The weight of my feelings cannot be compared even to the world. My tears are not planning to stop from coming out of my eyes; my flesh was shaking, and my heart was beating faster than ever. I'm angry! That's all I know now. I'm disappointed in myself because what I wanted didn't happen. I want him to stare at me, dropping his jaw, wishing his instant death because of the shock of seeing me. I pulled out my hair when I remembered his reaction earlier; he wasn't surprised at all, yet happiness to see me without a mask on was visible in his eyes. “Die, Eldifonso Suarez! Die!” I shouted over and over inside my room. Auntie was knocking, and her concern for me was heard in her fast and loud knocking. She was certainly curious about what happened at the venue where I rev