When Crystal heard the news, she sat up straight and pushed herself off the couch. Nathan was taken aback for a moment, but as soon as he realized that she was about to leave, he scrambled to his feet to stop her. Before he knew what was happening, though, she had picked up a pair of scissors. “Stay back,” she warned.
“What are you doing?” Nathan took a step forward but froze when she pressed the blades in deep enough to draw blood. “Don’t hurt yourself,” he cried. “Just tell me what the problem is. I’m sure that we can work it out together!”
Crystal: “I need you to let me go and not come after me!”
Nathan could tell that she meant what she said, so he stepped back. “I will let you go!” he said. “Just don’t hurt yourself...” He knew that if she left, he would never stop looking for her, but he was
Nancy looked Paul in the eyes and said, “Fine. If we cannot come to a compromise, I will go. I will mind my own business, and you will never see me again.” When Paul heard what Nancy said, he was confused. Clark had always been her weakness. “Do you think that you can treat my house as a hotel?” he asked. “You come and go as you please. Obviously, you don’t want to leave.” Nancy: “You don’t really believe that. Do you? Need I remind you that we are divorced?” Paul was speechless, and the room fell into an awkward silence. Finally, Crystal turned to Eric and said, “Eric, we need to talk. Is there somewhere we can go?” She was anxious to explain what Nathan had done to her. If he heard it from her first, she was confident that he would not blow it out of proportion.
“Are you here to get the towel?” Nancy asked. It was the only reason she could think of that would explain why Noah, the employee from Sea World, would be there. Noah laughed, and when he did, dimples appeared in his cheeks. He is a fucking hunk! - thought Nancy, and her face turned red. Noah helped her to her feet and said, “No, no. Don’t worry about the towel. Consider it a gift to your son. I am here because Miss Smith invited me here to be the best man at her wedding. Is there a problem?” Nancy: “No... I’m surprised, that's all... I thought she would have asked someone that she is more familiar with, like a family member or a friend. I’m sorry. I hope I haven’t offended you.” Noah: “No worries. I admit that this is h
As Noah slipped the ring on Nancy’s finger, he suddenly froze, and his face turned white. “What’s the matter?” implored Nancy. “You haven’t said yes yet, and already I’m putting a ring on your finger,” he muttered. “I’m sorry, that was presumptuous of me…” Nancy could see the disdainful look in Paul’s eyes, and it made her laugh. She thought - I did not realize that I held so much power over him. If I had known sooner, I might have done something with it... Oh, well. There’s no time like the present! With a giant grin on her face, Nancy touched Noah’s hand and said, “You are so silly. Of course, I will marry you.” “This is grea
Crystal took a step backward so that Eric could not reach her. She did not know why, but the thought of being intimate with him while Nathan was in the same country as they were in had her worried. She wished that Eric had not invited him to their wedding. Just the thought of his steely eyes on them as they said their vows had her in a panic. Nathan seemed to pop up wherever Crystal went, and his ability to know where she would be next scared her. She had thought that by escaping to the island, she would be free of him and Eric, and then she would be fully autonomous. But things were right back to the way they had been at the Beverly villa, or nearly so. Crystal took a deep breath. She hoped that after she married Eric, Nathan would give up, and things would settle down. She did not think it was probable, but it was not outside the realm of possibilities. Thu
Crystal waited for Nathan to reply, but he did not. She could hear him breathing on the other line, but he remained silent. What the fuck?!?! - thought Crystal. “What do you want?” she demanded for the second time. “I’m tired, and I don’t have the energy to put up with your bullshit!” “Don’t marry him,” Nathan finally replied. Crystal: “Why not? We are over. You had your chance, and you blew it!” Her words struck him like a sharp knife to the heart, and there was another long silence during which all she could hear was his heavy breathing. Once it became apparent that Nathan would not reply, Crystal said, “I am so happy that I left you. I don’t want to go back to the past. In fact, I have forgotten it. From now on,
Nancy’s eyes nearly bulged out of her skull at the sight of her naked ex-husband. “You!” She exclaimed. He smirked, and she hurriedly looked away. Paul had a towel in his hand and was nonchalantly drying his hair. Nancy’s face turned red as she wondered whether she should run or start arguing with him. “I didn’t know you were taking a shower,” she said. “Why wouldn’t I be?” Paul raised his eyebrows and said, “This is my room. There’s no reason to be embarrassed, though. We’ve seen each other naked plenty of times before. Anyway, why did you barge into my room?” Nancy bit her lip and said, “This is my room too. Isn’t it?” On such short notice, this was the best answer she could think of. Paul walked over to her. “Ho
(Triggered Warning: This chapter contains a sexual scene and inappropriate words. If you're not comfortable reading it, kindly skip it and move to another chapter) Every cell in Paul’s body was activated as Nancy struggled beneath him. She cursed his name, and the more of a fuss she made, the more he longed to possess her. He would never tell her about this, but he had an unspeakable dream about her the night before. In it, he pressed her under him and forced her to have sex with him over and over again. The dream had struck him as bizarre because he had neglected her for years. Lately, though, he had begun to feel dissatisfied, and it seemed that he only found what he wanted in his dreams; with her. Paul laid down on Nancy and gnawed fiercely on her shoulder. She began to bleed, and as he dry-hump
Nancy struggled to get up, but the moment her feet hit the ground, her legs went limp, and she fell to the ground. What did that jerk do to me yesterday? - she asked herself. The scratches on her thighs were horrible. There were bloody cuts and teeth marks all over her body. Blood had crusted to the side of her leg and inner thigh, and her wet core felt like it was on fire. She hurt all over, but all the pain combined paled in comparison to the throbbing agony that radiated outwards from her genitals. She cringed as she gently probed the area, and she told herself, “If I can get through this, I can get through anything.” She just wanted to leave. It took her a long time to stand up, and when her legs went wobbly, she managed to sit on the bed. She tried to call out for a servant, but her throat was so dry that all she could do was a whisper. Suddenly, the doo