"Who was the girl in the video?" I asked, leveling a cold gaze at him. I doubt it was possible for me to hate anyone more than I hated my father right now. Hearing what he did to Estera got me quite homicidal but still, I kept it locked in, otherwise, I would kill him. "Some whore--" he said, looking away. "I see … Why did you take her clothes off? Were you going to rape her and video it?" I asked."I got upset!""It would not do you any good to lie to me at this stage, Edward--""Stop calling me that! I am your father!""Answer me! Why the hell did you take her clothes off?""I was going to let Seth fuck her!" "I don't believe you. I bet you wanted to fuck her. A guaranteed assurance to keep her away from me. Wasn't that the plan, father?" I said, using the word father as an insult."And what if I did! She was a whimpering kid who had clouded your head and was going to make you fuck us all!""Thank you for the truth … That's all I came for,” I said and turned away. "You and your
"I introduced her to you because I trusted you to help me take care of my woman while I was away. I brought her into that house, thinking I had an ally. But I was wrong. I made a terrible mistake trusting you. And you stab me, your son, your only son, in the back, and for what? I actually appreciate Edward now. He never hid who he was. He is scum and he made sure I knew it. But you, mother… You knew the truth about Estera, you were part of the plan to screw me over. And you let me think -- for all these years -- that my Estera was a fucking whore who got paid off. You did that to me. And I rewarded you for it. I stripped Edward of his shares and left yours to you. I brought you into my home to live with me, and provided for all your needs, and every day you watched me live in this shell of a body and you kept mute. You, mother, are far worse than Edward." I stood up and slipped my hands into the pockets of my trousers, watching her cry silently, and for the first time, her suffering
"Oh, my God those people are evil!" Ameera exclaimed. "I can't believe they did that to you!" Ashley interjected."I’ve always told you guys, that rich people are weird," I said, trying to make light of the situation. Reliving that period of my life wasn't easy. I had since buried it deep inside me. And would have sworn it had dimmed in my memory. But I was wrong. Speaking about it brought all the emotions welling inside me, making me remember the intense love I shared with Evan and the pain of losing him. I crossed my arms over my chest, feeling vulnerable. "Now it made sense why you kept Dr. Hottie at arm's length…." Ameera said."And why you kept your maiden name!" Ashley said, giving me an empathetic gaze."Maiden name?" I repeated."Why are you looking like that? Didn't it ever occur to you to add your husband's name to your name?" Ashley asked."You never did a change of name?" Ameera said."Whoa, what are you two talking about?" I said, letting out a peel of nervous laughter.
I was scared. I was scared shitless. The very thought of seeking Evan out after everything frightened me. And so I put it off and kept procrastinating. Ashley and Ameera encouraged me to get it over with, but they didn't understand. If I seek him out, we will have to talk extensively and I will ask him why he didn't come after me, and even though he told me in that hotel room that he loves me, I was scared of the stack reality of our journey. He married the woman his father wanted him to marry after I left. He went on with his life. His mother knew where I was for all that time at Harvard, so he should have known too, but still, he didn't come for me, not once, not even a letter. I'm not going to lie. That hurt like hell even far more than what his parents did to me. Because I had expected it. I had expected him to come for me and he never did. Maybe whatever he felt for me wasn’t as strong as I imagined and my marital status was just some clerical mistake. I just didn’t want to pro
“Cole—” I moaned into his mouth as I felt him slowly draw me away from the wall and reach behind me to pull down my zipper. Pulling the dress off of my shoulders he stopped kissing me to trail his lips down my neck to my collarbone and then lower. He reached for my hands, holding me by the wrist. he lifted them over my head and pressed them to the wall. I felt him pull down the cup of my bra and then his warm mouth closed around my left nipple, I jerked against the wall, and he applied pressure. I moaned his name. He didn’t stop. He suckled my nipples one after, the other until I was begging him to release my hand so I could touch him. I was dripping wet, and aching now. Damn, he was so good. When he stopped sucking my nipples his fingers resumed the torture as he took my lips again. I was well aware when he carried me to my bed and laid my back on the soft mattress. He joined me immediately, pulling off my dress and leaving me only in my underwear, he pressed his lips to my navel, cu
I tapped gently on Cole's office door and walked in. His head was bent over some papers and he had his glasses on. "Well?" he said without looking up. "After the dinner party organized to celebrate the end of our internship, I intend to transfer—" I said, wriggling my hands. He dropped the pen in his hand and raised his eyes to hold mine as he took off his glasses. I swallowed softly. "So, it is positive," he said and I swore his broad shoulder seemed to droop and an intense emotion clouded his beautiful eyes. My heart clenched. He let out a soft sigh and added, “Are you going to let him know?”“No… yes… I… I haven’t decided yet—”“You should, no matter what must have happened between the two of you, no man deserves to be kept away from his child—”“It’s complicated, Cole—” I replied. He sighed. "In regards to you transferring to another hospital, I can’t imagine why, Roberts. You love working here. The team will need you… your friends will miss you.""Cole--""If you want to do t
Cole was adamant about keeping me in the States, but I wore him out and he relented. We left shortly after the dinner the hospital planned to celebrate the end of our internship. Ameera and Ashley decided to stay on for a few more months, but I was certain, that none of us was ready to break the gang yet. They were excited for me when they heard about the program in Columbia but just like Cole, they weren’t so certain I should go in my condition. But I was glad neither pressured me to call Evan. I assured them I was going to be fine. Cole was with me after all. But I saw they were worried still and I promised to return back to the States if I felt I could not cope. That seemed to assuage them a bit. I also dropped a cheque for my rent, knowing leaving the two to shoulder it would be a bit of a stretch. I wasn’t going to pay a dime for my trip, and according to Cole, our expenses for the program were fully covered. And now that we are practicing doctors, we have an insane salary raise.
I felt him start to penetrate me -- inch by inch. His broad tip, stretching my vagina walls to accommodate him -- it was mind-blowing! And he wasn't gentle. He fucked me exactly like someone who had waited three damn years to do it. I held on to him for my dear life. I could barely draw air into my lungs. He was plundering my mouth at the same time he was pumping into me. I couldn't think straight. The pleasure melted my brain cells. Dinner with him felt a little strange, we were both quiet all through and our gazes met a couple of times. His eyes were dark and intense. I wanted to do the dishes but he asked me to leave them. I went up the stairs, leaving him in the living room. Much later, I heard the door to my room open, and he came to slip under the covers with me. When he pressed against my back, I found he was naked. And he wrapped his arms against my front, cupping my full breast as he drew me tightly to his chest. "I enjoyed being inside you, Roberts. I enjoyed it a gre
“I do not want to hear about your sexual escapades, Evan Sterling!” she said through gritted teeth, still glowering at me. I made her widen her legs for me as I fit myself in between her legs. The dress she wore had ridden up, giving me the chance to place my hands over her naked thighs. “After you, I didn’t want anybody else. I was obsessed with making sure you stayed mine,” I said, stroking her naked thighs. Her eyes softened. I leaned over and pressed a kiss to her lips. “I had had time to think about my reactions, and now, I know when Edward showed me that video, I accepted it to be true as a result of my experience, but I walked to the chalet to get confirmation from you. But of course, you weren’t there, and I didn’t come after you because I was scared to confirm it. So, deep inside me when I accepted that you had fucked my father for money. I didn’t believe it. Otherwise, I would never have had sex with you when I saw you at Jacob’s bachelor’s party. For me to believe it, I
I felt Estera's hand slowly slip into mine as we drove through the Sterling Estate gate. I opened my hand wide, giving her room to interlace her fingers with mine. She leaned across from the passenger seat to rest her head against my shoulder and I stopped the car so I could reach for her. Cupping the side of her face, I made her lift and crane her neck to receive my kiss. I pressed my lips against her forehead then her lips. Kissing her slowly as if we have all the time in the world. She let out a shaky breath when I let her go, gazing lovingly into my eyes. "Don't be scared. Nothing or no one here can hurt you ever again. I need us both to put this to rest. We had an amazing time here, on this ground and I want us to take that back. Separate it from the nightmare that came after. I hate this place…." "Evan…" she whispered, raising her hand to cup my chin. I let out a soft chuckle. "I need to let him stay buried and not continue to hurt us…to hurt me. Please," I said. She nodde
Evan had prepared a special table for my aunt, his mother, and Mary Antoinette Dallas. My aunt—I could see–-had rescued Ashley and Ameera and had taken charge of our boys and when we approached the table I saw four men in black suits, hovering close to my aunt Sophia and the boys. I gave Evan a side glance but his eyes were held forward. Lowering my gaze, I saw how the men monitored the boys' every move and let out a sigh. Evan was quite serious about our children’s safety and with the look of it, it seemed he couldn’t even take a risk when they were with family. Mary Antoinette Dallas beamed at me. I gave her a warm smile, pretty glad the other woman was much better despite the ravaging chemo after her surgery. I had thought she might resent me a little when she found out about Evan’s duplicity in regards to his marriage to her but the woman took it in her stride. With Charlotte Sterling's help, she went back home to pay her last respite to her mother and bury the tortured soul. I h
I have indeed come a long way to be wearing a 30 million dollar diamond embellished bridal gown, and an equally sparkling tiara that contained about 2,000 tiny cut diamonds. I was almost afraid to move. But the very sight of the tall, broad-shouldered, handsome man, waiting with the bluest intense eyes in the front of the room drew me forward. Evan -- was breathtaking! He wore the traditional black tuxedo with a white undershirt but with a custom-made hand-printed silk scarf, knotted with two loops in the form of a bow tie around his collar. However, there was nothing traditional about the price tag. He went all out for this wedding anniversary slash renewal of wedding vows. My heart skipped a beat at the knowledge that this beautiful man was all mine and he loved me with all his heart and soul. The lighting of the cathedral was dimmed and as I moved the light shined off the diamonds, creating a wonderful sparkle. I let out a shaky breath and my aunt Sophia looped an arm to mine, l
I doubt anyone was as happy as I was to know Cole Foster was doing fine. Now I can breathe easily. Being without Estera and my boys these past few days has not been easy for me. I was constantly checking my phone and seemed impatient in my dealings.Edward's funeral was a private one. I had figured only my mother and I would be present with the minister, of course, and a few chosen staff, but then Estera's aunt had shown up. An act that got my mother pretty emotional.I never did pay much attention to the relationship between the two women in the past. I knew now they were closer than just an employer and employee and I was glad someone was there for my mother other than me. I figured Mary Antoinette would like to be present for her mother's funeral and had Antony buried immediately. I heard no one showed not even his employees. That showed the kind of man the fucker was. Aside from handling all the burial arrangements, I was also keeping taps on Gaius’ case. Estera’s parents’ lawyers
“I’m sorry … I should have known better and gotten help--” “Don’t apologize. It wasn’t your fault. I am just glad you weren’t taken from us—” “Please, tell me Doctor Benjamin and Doctor Rasheed got off unhurt,” he said. “They are fine — traumatized, but fine,” I replied. “Thank God. What happened to Edward Sterling?” “He died … the police killed him when they discovered their men weren’t responding to their radio call anymore.” “Shit. I tried to help them. He didn’t let me.” “You could have bled to death too if Evan hadn’t risked speaking with Edward to make him let you, Ashley and Ameera go.” “He must feel like hell … I know I would. Having a man like that as a father must be tough.” “He is happy you are alright—” I said. He sighed. “Where is he now?” “In Charlestown … helping his mother take care of Edward, Antony, and Anastasia Dallas’ burial arrangements--” “Shit! She didn’t make it?” “No…” “Her daughter?” “Mary Antoinette is responding to treatment, although she is
I stood back from the grave unable to contain the anguish filling me up inside. It was pretty intense and it felt like I was drowning in it. My eyes stayed glued to the name on the headstone although unseeing. I was completely blinded by tears.“Estera Roberts, I am so sorry for your loss…” a familiar voice said from my right and I raised my eyes to meet the older woman’s gaze. Mrs. Pincushion, my homeroom teacher, peered down at me with sorrow-filled eyes. A deep frown furrowed my eyebrows. Something doesn’t feel right. Why the hell would the petite woman be at this funeral? Wait… whose funeral is this?!”“Roberts?” Cole's familiar husky tone called me. I jerked my gaze away from Mrs. Pincushion and my eyes opened and I found myself in a dim-lit room. The beep--beep sound of the heart monitor reminded me I was in the hospital room, lying next to Cole on the bed. I sat up, rubbing my hands over my face.“Shit!” I muttered, realizing it was a mere dream. I let out a sigh. It was a no-b
The gunshot sounds weren’t coming from down the building but up, that was how I knew it must be from Edward’s ward. My heart pounded, hoping he hadn’t done something stupid to worsen his case. I had no idea where my mother was, but I knew she was in the building. I put a call through to her and her phone rang and rang but she didn’t answer. I clenched my jaw, finding my way up the flight of stairs. On getting to the floor before the one my father was on, I saw men in black trousers and white shirts with gun holsters around their waists gingerly going up the stairs. I assumed they were part of the men sent to watch Edward. “What’s going on up there?” I asked one. He threw me a hurried gaze and his eyes settled on my bandaged arm and shoulder. “You shouldn’t be here. This place is sealed we have a hostage situation—”“Is the aggressor Edward Sterling?” I asked. He stopped to give me his full attention. “I didn’t catch your name, sir?”“Evan … Evan Sterling,” I said. A deep frown fur
One of the kitchen staff brought them to my office shortly after. I thanked her and gave her a tip. Closing the door, I placed the food on the coffee table and went to make coffee for Evan, placing the mug beside his plate, I went to press a kiss to the side of his lips, placing a hand over his forehead to be certain he wasn't running a temperature. “Baby?” I called. “Mmm … love you waking me with a kiss,” he muttered. I giggled. “Get up, sleepy head, and come eat, so you can take your antibiotics.”“Yes, ma’am,” he said and got up, towering over me. Without heels, I was quite aware I must look like some midget beside him. He first went to plant kisses on the twins' forehead and cheeks, causing them to laugh before straightening his spine to gaze down at them with loving eyes. I reached for his good arm, urged him to the sofa, made him sit down and gestured to him to serve himself and eat. “Where did you get all these so early?” he asked.“Hospital food … but for the doctors,”