Ryleigh awaken early, but she was too slow to get up since she was still in pain below. It was a simple move on his part. However, he entered without her knowledge.As much as she desired to snuggle with her pillow, she had a wifely obligation to fulfill. She glanced at the wall-mounted clock and saw that it was 5:12 a.m. Well, she doesn't need to set her digital alarm clock by her bed because she always wakes up at five o'clock in the morning without fail.She got up and made her bed prior to taking a shower. She is headed towards the staircase when she catches sight of Lucas, who is dashing in his business attire. Damn! She muttered an inward curse.She smiled regardless of what had transpired the previous evening. "Good morning," she said as she began to descend the stairway. Luke is still her husband; thus, she must respect him.She inquired, "What do you want for breakfast?" to initiate a dialogue between them."Just some coffee and bread, but you're not required to serve me. Sim
Lucas and Hannah weren't there when she came down. She continued on with her regular day, which included making her own meals, tidying up the house, and even cleaning the pool. Behind their house, next to the garden, is a rectangular pool. However, their front yard is centered around a circular road that leads to a lawn and fountain.The size of their house was impressive. Only the guard at the subdivision's main entrance is armed, and no maids or security guards are provided. She had worked out how to do everything that needed to be done inside and outside of their home. She spends a lot of time on YouTube watching instructional videos. Some were unique to her previous residence, while others were recurring themes throughout her life.She let out a long sigh as she finished sweeping the carpeted floor. Since moving in, her parents haven't contacted her, but that's her own responsibility since she told them she'd be the one to contact them. In addition, she should let her parents beli
Ryleigh attempted to remove her hand from Lucas's grasp, but his developing madness keeps him strong."Luke, I didn't do anything wrong—""Shut up!" Lucas yelled as he shoved her into the playroom.When Lucas shut the door, he released her.She shook her head. "I don't get you. It seems I've never done anything right—""Because you didn't!" he yelled at her as he stared. "You have never done what was right, Bela. Never! And I despise what I witnessed," he continued.She shook her head and wiped her cheeks as tears flowed down them. "I no longer know what to think, Luke. Why not attempt to make this marriage work? Why do you refuse to give me a chance? Why don't you let me love you—""Because I really hate you, Rye. I loathe you. I detest you. You don't deserve a chance. I dislike the sight of you being happy and flashing smiles to another individual. I do not want you to appear as though you are not suffering beside me. I despise it when you're feeling happy, but I was the one initia
While Luke showered, Ryleigh waited for him to finish so she could clean up, too. When she heard him turn the knob, she rose up without regard for her nakedness. She wants a wash since her body feels so sticky; she groaned when she touched Luke's dried, sticky saliva, which always spits on her back when he cums.Luke grimaced at observing her gait. She simply averted her gaze and continued walking. The man still stood with his arms crossed beside the restroom door, observing her.She regarded him. “What?” she questioned upon meeting his emerald eyes."Why are you not walking straight?"She halted in front of him and chuckled mockingly. "Are you kidding me? After what have you done? You have no idea how painful—"He responded, "Whatever," and then walked away. When he caught her eye, she diverted her sight and retreated to the restroom.When a twitching pain heightened her sensitivity, she cursed. Damn! She enjoyed herself but is now suffering the consequences. And Luke... she could no
On his way home, Lucas received a phone call from Hannah. The woman informed him that she cannot go home tonight because she had a photoshoot till 3 a.m. He promised to pick her up at 8 a.m. tomorrow because he has something to do with Ryleigh. When he arrived home, the entire residence was silent. He glanced at his wristwatch while ascending the stairs. It is currently quarter past eight. And the game will begin at eleven o'clock. He probably needs to nap beforehand. When he reached the second level, he paused and sighed deeply as he surveyed the west side of the floor, where Rye's room was located. He wonders if she's regaining her happiness now that she has him, or if she's suffering just as much as he is. He gave a head shake. She never merits a second chance. The woman was aware that their marriage was doomed from the start. When Ryleigh was brushing her hair in front of the mirror, her phone vibrated in front of her. She glanced at the caller and saw that it was Abby requesti
Then, Ryleigh exited her room and proceeded towards the east. She waited till Luke arrived and unlocked the door. As she anticipated experiencing a new game with Luke, the tension between them increased, and she wondered where this Nibbling game would lead her sanity.When he turned to face her, she gasped when their eyes connected. The man diverted their attention as he examined her from head to toe. She felt uneasy and looked down at her clothing, which consisted of cotton shorts and a sleeveless top. Back in the day, she used to wear plain clothing.She observed how he gasped at seeing the two big piles in front of her. She then coughed to alleviate the feeling of unease.“Strip—”Luke's brow wrinkled as he regarded her while she responded, "I know." She took one step back to prepare herself in case the man struck her again, but he went by and sat on the bed instead. She breathed a sigh of relief as she continued to undress."Keep your shorts on because you're on your period," he u
The following day, Ryleigh awoke early and completed her morning ritual before leaving her room. Today was her laundry day, so she walked to the laundry room and retrieved the empty clothes basket.Since it is still five in the morning and the first day of the weekend, Lucas may or may not go to work; she does not know his regular routine, as he has only gone to work three times since they moved into the same house. And according to her mother, Luke's company is returning to the market; her Aunt Charlotte is quickly recuperating; and despite the suffering, she's through with Luke's hand; she's delighted because of the news, and she hoped Luke could see and appreciate it. And hopes her father's insanity will cease. Despite her desire to release Luke, she is scared of her father.She ascended the stairs and proceeded to the east side, where she knocked on Luke's door. She bites her bottom lip since she is unsure if she is doing the proper thing. However, she must do the wash today becau
When she finishes the laundry, it is nearly quarter to eleven, and Lucas and Hannah are still not home. And the food she prepared for them is now cold, causing her to weep once more at the waste. Luke did not leave for breakfast, lunch, or supper, and it is her fault that she did not ask when.Her back is throbbing and she appears to be on the verge of collapsing at any minute. But when Abby informed her that she is on her way to their house, she was astonished and unsure of what to do. She decided at that moment to place the dried garments in a huge basket, take them upstairs to her bedroom, and fold them later.She also puts cream on her back, and she weeps again when she sees the location on her back where the cup hit when Luke threw it turning red, for fear that it would leave a bruise. After applying it, she descended to prepare lunch for her companion. And she simply reheated the meals she made for the whore.She does not know what Abby desires, and her friend stated that they w
Ryleigh’s POV Months have already passed, yet Lucas is still not awake. There has been no advancement. And I almost gave up, but I am aware that he is fighting. He is attempting to return for me... for us. And every idea of losing him nearly rends me apart. How many drugs has he received by injection? I lost count. I pray every day and every moment, but especially while I am by his side, holding his hand, pressing it, and conversing with him. I am aware that there is yet hope. And I believe that miracles are possible. A month ago, our daughter became one year old. We celebrated it in his room, attempting to lighten the mood on that particular day, but we all knew it was futile. Lucas is laying on a hospital bed with equipment inserted into various portions of his body, and he is sleeping so soundly that we fear he will pass away at any time. Damn it! May God have mercy on me. Why should he be one of the many individuals who desired to engage in pointless activities? Why must Luca
When you believed that everything was in order, you relaxed and enjoyed yourself. Ryleigh never imagined that Hannah would reach the point where she would attempt to hurt innocents. Since Hannah had simply given Lucas until 4:00 p.m. to arrange everything, he asked her to stay, but she declined. "We must notify Abby. They can assist." “No! I will handle this on my own. Please comply. It is for your benefit. You have no idea what will happen—" "Lucas, we cannot predict what will occur. Please, let's coordinate with them rather than with law enforcement. You're a broker, correct?" "I resigned." The eyes of Rye expanded. "I don't care. Abby is my companion. Keith and Drake are your friends.” "This has no bearing on them. I must resolve this issue by myself." Rye yanked a hair strand out of fury. "You don't get it, do you? I desired to assist. My daughter—" "Our daughter," he remarked. “Yes. Ours. And I must—" Luke cupped her face and peered into her eyes, which caused her to st
It is an undeniable fact that we enjoy being liked. We have a natural yearning to feel a part of a group or to be liked by another individual. Life does not always afford us acceptance, however. Instead, it is frequently loaded with rejections, refusals, and everything else. Rejection helps us move our attention from our mistakes to how we can improve. Ace will utilize rejection as a defining event for himself. He then realizes that rejection becomes easier with repeated exposure. Continuously running into it demonstrates a gutsy will to seek out opportunities. And each time you recover from a setback, you emerge somewhat more powerful. Although he may accept the rejection, the anguish remains. It is still apparent, and it has further hurt his heart. The suffering of loving someone who does not return his affection is killing him. He feels as though his universe has fallen apart. Often, loving someone who does not love you back is heartbreaking. It is even awful. It is simple t
The following day, Rye was astonished to find Lucas sitting in her family's living room and conversing with her father. Then, carrying her child, she approached them. When he spotted them, the man stood up and smiled, which is unusual. He is not this way. She had never seen Lucas grin at her with such sincerity as he does now. He welcomed them with "Good morning, Rye" and moved closer to them. "You're early," is the only thing she can say. "I've decided to pay you a visit, and your father and I will be attending the summit." Rye was unable to speak. She suddenly recalled Ace. ‘How is he doing?’ She simply nodded. Lucas extended his hand towards Amelia and bit his lower lip. “Can I?” She grinned. The man desired to carry his daughter, thus Amelia was handed up to him. She asserted, "Let's have a cup of hot coffee in the kitchen." Lucas desired to smile and was incredibly red-faced. However, he held it. He does not wish to presume things for which he may have the opportunity.
Following breakfast, Rye decided to depart the motel. However, as she was ready to touch the elevator button, she hesitated. It began to manifest, Lucas. Her heart is close to bursting out of her chest due to shock. Her lips parted and her eyes expanded. The elevator was about to close when Lucas placed his hand between the doors to prevent it from closing. He then moved outside, but his sight never left Rye. Rye then pretended to have a cough and was about to enter the room when he stopped her. "We need to talk," he stated in a monotone voice. At that time, her body did not react appropriately. She caught herself nodding just now. She removed her arms from his grasp, causing him to scowl. He asserted, "Follow me," and started to walk. After a few minutes of strolling, they encountered the individuals she desired to avoid. “Ryleigh?” She whispered "Dad." It was her father and mother who were carrying her daughter. She is uncertain whether she will cry at that moment. Especially
Before arriving at the hotel, Ace never bothers Rye on their flights. The summit arranged for everything, from food to lodging. They will spend a week in California. At eight o'clock in the evening, he invited Rye to supper, but she declined. It is yet another sort of suffering for him. But what more could he do if she refused, claiming she was not hungry? Afterward, he spent the night alone. He decided to go to the bar in the restaurant where he had dinner. He then reached for some potent alcoholic beverages in an effort to forget his troubles. Ace was certain that it was Rye, not his past, that constantly caused his chest to clench. It took him days to grasp it. Since he met Rye, he has already let go of Margaret's memories and accepted everything from the past. When he had nearly consumed seven drinks, he decided to ascend to his chamber. When he reached their floor, he halted in front of Rye's room with the intention of knocking, but instead, he turned his back and entered the ro
"Why are you resigning, Lucas?" Keith's automobile was filled with the roar of his voice. They were on their way to the main office to hand over Lucas' resignation letter. Keith is unaware of his motive, but he is aware that it involves Hannah and Rye. “You can simply take a break without having to re—" Lucas said, "I've already chosen." His forehead contracted. “Why?” Lucas glanced at him before returning his attention to the road. "Do I need reasons for quitting?" he inquired. "Of course." He laughed with sarcasm. "I must only concentrate on the company. Individual investors are leaving the market. Hela also needs my focus. Perhaps these are sufficient grounds, right?" Keith let out a heavy sigh. "Well, the choice is yours. I am aware I cannot undo it." "I also wanted to recuperate fully from that accident and desperately wanted to retrieve those memories," he added. Keith nodded and remained silent till they arrived at the agency. It took only minutes for Lucas to submit
Rye spent all of her time in Ace's office, reading books and browsing the web. She was unable to comprehend Ace's actions. It seems like he's, her boyfriend. The manner in which he behaves as a possessive lover... being bipolar as a result of what occurred earlier—he is merely stating the obvious. And when she attempted to confront him, he would instantly change the subject. She sighed and glanced at her wristwatch, which revealed that it was already four o'clock in the afternoon. She looked at Ace and sighed once more. He is continuing to sign some documents that he was apparently unable to sign earlier due to distraction. She is curious as to why. She stood and adjusted her attire before approaching him. Ace then felt her presence, prompting him to look at her with a slightly furrowed brow. She inquired, "What time are we leaving for home?" Ace looked back over his actions. "I'm just going to complete this," he responded. She then nodded, placed her hand behind her back, and mo
After leaving the hospital, Rye and Abby proceeded to a coffee shop to discuss various matters. Abby exhales deeply and cannot look directly into Rye's eyes. Because she anticipated that her friend would inquire about her. "Your sigh is really disturbing, Abby. Seems you're nervous, huh?" Rye inquired while sipping her iced caramel coffee. She said, "I loathe the way you stared at me." Rye's brow furrowed as she nibbled on her onion toast. She added as she sipped her coffee, "I know you have a lot of questions running through your head right now, and I'm considering how to answer them." Rye let out a quiet chuckle. "You know me too well," she said. She gave a headshake. "I only wanted to ask one question. Do not fret," she added. At that moment, Abby scoffed. "You cannot deceive me. I anticipated that you would have additional questions following that." She even tapped the wooden table while laughing. “Amazing. Indeed, you're an agent," she confirmed, observing Abby's widening e