Carla’s POV. I woke up to the loud shrilling noise of the alarm clock. I was disgusted by the noise and couldn’t help but grumble. “What the fuck is that? What kind of family is this? Can’t I sleep in peace anymore?” I grumbled as I slowly rose from bed, forgetting that I was not the only one in the room. I stretched my body as I yawned, running my hands through my hair. I was in a world of my world, not until I heard a cough from behind me; a cough that was meant to get my attention. At that moment, I knew I had fucked up. “What the hell? Did I just abuse his family in his presence?” I silently thought, as I covered my face in shame. “When you are done abusing my face, would you mind facing me? We have an unfinished discussion, don’t we?” his unstrained voice asked. With my eyes closed, I gradually turned to face him, scared of what awaited me. Opening my eyes, I got swept off my feet by what I saw right in front of me. There was a charming prince seated opposite me on
Carla's POV. I shut my eyes, waiting for the attack to come but it never came. Everywhere was dead silent, except for gasps coming from the maids. I slowly opened my eyes, wanting to know why everything had abruptly stopped, only to be met with blood, dripping out of Carlos' palm. Terrified by the sight, I screeched, my eyes wide opened as I took some steps back and nearly hit my back on the staircase rail. It happened that Carlos had blocked the knife with his palm, preventing it from striking my chest, which Catherine had aimed for. Catherine was standing stunned, shocked by the outcome of her action. The knife unconsciously slipped off her trembling hands. I was too shocked to speak, unable to make a sound as death had just flashed across my eyes. My gaze was fixed on Carlos' bleeding hand, watching as every drop of blood collided with the cold tiles. Many thoughts began to run through my mind, one of which was how I would have lost my life if not for Carlos' intervention. "D
Everywhere fell silent and Aunt Stephanie's face looked blank, as if she was trying to make what she had heard sink into her brain. "What? What did you just say?" she finally asked, her lips trembling, as she slowly let go of her husband's hold on hers. She turned to face Carlos, looking keenly at him, as if daring him to repeat what he had said. "Since you do not understand what I said earlier, I will put it in simple terms. Your husband here," Carlos said as he pointed towards Uncle Chris "cheated on you and as a result, has an illegitimate son out of wedlock. That makes you have a son you have always been clamouring on having. Isn't that a good news?" Carlos voice, which was that of mockery said, with a smirk on his face. "You must be joking. What he said right now was a joke, right?" Aunt Stephanie asked facing her husband, with a smile that was a mix of fear and anxiety on her lips. She wanted her husband to say something, to tell her what Carlos had said was a lie but Unc
Carla’s POV. Months flew by and as it did, Uncle Chris’ betrayal began to fade away. His wife found a space in her heart to forgive him and came back home to reunite with her family. I on the other end, began to get the old version of me back. The jovial and lively me before tragedy struck. I was more focused on my studies than the revenge I wanted as Carlos had said, the best revenge is making sure your enemies do not meet you where they had left you. I began to forget about those that had hurt me, working on a better version of me. It was quite easy with Amelia and Carlos by my side. They both made me feel loved and made me have the desire to live once again. As I spent months living as Carlos’ wife, I began to know Carlos the more. Under his cold demeanour, hid his humid and loving self. He was he most caring and nicest man I had ever known. He made me feel like we had been best of friends for years; that he was a family, a shoulder I could rest on whenever I was down. H
Carla’s POV.I was pacing up and down in front of the operating room, my eyes soaked with tears, feeling unsettled and terrified.“No, No, he can’t die. He must survive. God please, let him live” I prayed as I silently cried, scared that I would lose him.I wasn’t my normal self. I was anxious and feeling guilty for being the cause of the state he was in.“If I hadn’t cry, he wouldn’t have taken his eyes off the road. If he hadn’t taken the hit for me, he wouldn’t be in such a life threatening situation. Why am I so unlucky? Why do I always lose the people I love? Just why?” I silently questioned myself as I bit my trembling fingers, fidgeting.I remembered his last words, those words he had said to me with affection in his eyes, despite the pain he was feeling at that moment.I was terrified, terrified of losing the man that I had begun to fall in love with, the man that gave me the reason to live again. I was scared I wouldn’t have the chance to tell him I felt the same way towards
Carla's POV.That night, after having a whole long ride of satisfying pleasure, I slept off beside him on the hospital bed, feeling weak and exhausted."Oh My Goodness!!!" the screaming of someone and the loud thud of something hitting the floor, jolted me awake. I swiftly rose from bed due to fear of what was going on, only to be met with Granny's preying eyes, locked with mine ........ ours, as Carlos had also woken up.Her handbag, which she had dropped out of shock, was sitting preetily beside her. Her mouth was wide agape, as if she had seen the unexpected. At first,I didn't realize why she was so shocked but when I figured out I was barely naked, with only my pant and bra on, same as Carlos, with only his boxer on, I jumped out of bed, hurriedly putting my dress on and buried my face in shame.While I was shy and was unable to look at Granny's perplexed gaze, Carlos didn't feel bothered. He just sat on the bed in his naked state, supporting his head with his hand and waved the
Carla's POV. Three Months Later. "Mrs. Williams, congratulations. You are two months gone. You are going to become a mother!!" Doctor Clark announced, with amazement in his voice. "What? I am pregnant?" I asked in shock with my eyes widened, as his words began to sink in. "Yes, you are" he reaffirmed, beaming with joy. I didn't know how to react to the news. I was happy no doubt. I was glad that another Mia was on its way - that I would become a mother again, but I feared what Carlos' reaction would be upon hearing the news. The past three months with him after we both made our feelings known to each other had been nothing but blessing ....... the best days of my life. He was a perfect man - the man I had ever prayed for. The way he looked at me, touched me and fought for me whenever Aunt Stephanie and her family tried to taunt me, said it all - that he was madly in love with me. “He might be in love with me but what if he isn’t ready to become a father? What if this new
Carla’s POVBy 6pm, everything was all set. Granny suggested that the dinner should be held in our room since she wanted it to be devoid of any interruption and it needed to be private.In our room, which was wide and big enough to accommodate anything, a mini dining table was placed. On the dining table laid a crisp white tablecloth and a flower vase of fresh roses.Alongside those were different menus like appetizer, main course and dessert placed on the table. Purple candles were also lit, casting an adorable glow.A small gift box, decorated with ribbon, in which in it enclosed a baby shoe and a small paper, inscribed on it ‘We are expecting a mini you!!’ was placed in between the roses.Inside one of the plates covered on the table was written with chocolate sauce, ‘We are having a baby’. A diffuser, which erupted from it Lavender smell, was placed in the room, to quench the strong aroma of the home-cooked meals.Granny really outdid herself and I couldn’t be anything but gratefu
Carla’s POV Night came and as I took each step towards my once abandoned room – our room, which used to be filled with love, my legs became heavy. It had been weeks since I moved out of the room and moving back in there – sleeping with that man on the same bed, felt quite awkward and upsetting. I was scared that I would lose my guard by being in the same space with him, preventing me from getting my revenge on them. Despite him having broken me, I was still so much in love with him and that fact alone made me hate myself. “Why can’t I just stop loving him? Why?” I had questioned myself countless times, feeling frustrated but it took me time to realize that you can’t just stop loving someone you had loved for years, immediately. It takes time for love to fade away and that brought me to the conclusion that Charles’ love for me didn’t end when he came back from the States. The love had faded away from his heart right when he was in the States, but I failed to realize that. Eve
Carla’s POV. “You may be his wife, but I have his heart. Do you even have any space in his heart?” Catherine attacked, her comeback stiffening my body and piercing my heart with pain and ache. I halted in my steps, stiffened by her cruel yet truthful words. She was right. His heart belonged to her and I on the other hand, was just a temporary substitute for her. The pain of knowing that the man I loved whole-heartedly, never for once loved me back was indescribable. The pain was like no other – a deep soul-crushing ache, that radiated into every corner of my body. I was furious, infuriated, disdained, lost and helpless. I felt like collapsing onto the floor and crying my eyes out but when I realized that would be me granting Catherine’s desire of seeing me fail, I resisted, sniffing back my tears. I shouldn’t be the one to cry, shouldn’t be the one in pain and agony. They should be because they were the ones who caused my joy to cease. With my fists clenched, I turned to f
Carla’s POV“What? What the hell did you just do?” Aurora yelled as she stomped her feet, with her hand on her cheek.In shock, Catherine rose to her feet and I could sense how terrified she was by my action, from her trembling hand, which hung loosely beside her.“What? I don’t have the right to slap you but you have the right to belittle my daughter and I in the presence of this whore? You must be a joker” I scoffed with my finger pointed at Catherine, whose hand was still trembling.“Carla, have you gone nut? How dare you lay your hands on your sister-in-law? Do you even know the implication of what you have done?!!” Aunt Stephanie snapped as she swiftly rose to her feet, as if ready to lung at me.“What? I can’t discipline her? I am only doing what you are suppose to have done as her mother and which obviously, you failed to. Do you even deserve to be called a mum? Because none of your attitude depicts that of one” I spat disgustingly.“What? How dare you question my motherhood?”
Carla’s POV. I felt a blade slicing through my soul – sharp, precise and merciless. My breath caught in my throat, suffocating my life out of me. “So, I had been his tool all along? He never loved me?” I ruminated as my head spun, with tears streaming down my eyes. My heart raced as I remembered the deception that laid beneath his touch, the smile, his words and promises. “You are crying?” Aunt Stephanie asked as she giggled. “This is not the right time for you to cry. I feel you should postpone it as you will become more hurt, heartbroken and suffocated going forward. Be on the outlook for it, loser” she scoffed before she proceeded to take her leave. The moment she turned to leave, her eyes met with that of Carlos who had been standing behind her all along. Her body language said it all – that she was shocked – that she wasn’t aware of Carlos’ presence. She said some words to Carlos which I didn’t hear, due to the fact that I was withdrawn. I was emotionally drai
Carla's POV. That night, I didn't get a wink of sleep as my heart was weighed down by fear due to the fact that I knew my tormentor would be stepping her feet into my home the next day. When morning came, I became more overwhelmed with fear. I was curled up on the bed, watching as Zoe slept. I was scared ...... scared that Zoe would lose her father and I would lose my husband. I wondered how I would protect Zoe and shield her from the poison that was about to spread through our home. Just then, I heard the entrance gate open and the sound of a car zooming in. I got up from bed and hurried to the window in Zoe's room, and my eyes landed on a black SUV parked in the compound. I knew it was her - she had come. My heart began to beat so fast at the sight of her and her son alighting from the said car. Their driver helped in offloading their boxes from the boot and while he did that, I noticed Catherine stare at the gigantic mansion before her, with a smile which showed th
Carla’s POV. Days went by and the wound of betrayal was still fresh in my heart. I tried moving on ...... tried to forget everything that happened as Granny had advised but I just couldn’t. I spent countless nights lying awake, staring at the ceiling, ruminating about everything. Had I been a fool all along? Was I merely his revenge pawn? Was he still in love with her? All the affection he showed me, was it all fake? Was he pretending? The distance between Carlos and I grew the more. Our communication became limited to compulsory greetings and discussion about Zoe. I moved out of our bedroom and moved into Zoe’s room as I needed some time alone. I became an object of mockery for Aunt Stephanie and her family. They made use of every opportunity they got to taunt and sneer at me. Our once happy and lively home turned into a cold, suffocating prison for me. I was filled with resentment, unspoken words and the shadow of my ruptured love. This continued for days until one morni
Carla’s POV. The walls of my room ..... our room seemed to close in on me, as I curled myself up in the corner of my room, crying my heart out. My body trembled from the weight of the betrayal I had experienced. The day which was supposed to be a happy day for me, turned out to be a dreadful one. How could the people I have trusted so much betray me? The people I called my family!! The people I sat and dined with!! While in my desperate moment, I heard a knock on the door, but I was too heartbroken to respond. Instead, I buried my face in between my knees and continued to wail in sorrow. “Carla, I beg of you, let me in. Give me the chance to explain” Carlos’ soft and pleading voice requested behind the closed door. But his voice was the last thing I wanted to hear. “Go away, Carlos. I neither want to see your face nor hear your voice!” I yelled; my voice croaky from the emotions erupting within me. “Please, just give me the chance to explain, darling. Just hear me out” he f
Carla’s POV Three Year Later. I stood in the garden, which was a sea of colorful balloons and streamers. I was satisfied with the outcome of the decoration, and I was quite sure Zoe loved it. I watched as Zoe and the other children who had come to celebrate with her ran around, chuckling and screaming on top of their voices. The aroma of different delicacies and appetizers filled the air, making me close my eyes and savor the pleasing smell. Just then, I felt arms wrapped around me from behind, which made me flinch. Inquisitive as to who could have hugged me from behind, I flung my eyes open and tried to turn around to see who it was. But before I could, the melodious voice of the man who filled my heart with so much joy, met with my ears. “Hey, babe” Carlos’ tempting and seductive voice whispered into my ear, almost making my knees weak. I smiled, pleased by how romantic he was. “Hey, handsome” I responded as I turned to face him, beaming with joy. I took my time to ob
Carla’s POV.The warmth of his palm against my skin made me stir from sleep, jolting me half awake. For a moment, I lingered between dream and reality with my eyes closed, as I savored the contact of his skin with mine.I opened my eyes slowly, only to be struck by the sun rays, which was forcing its way through the window. There he was, seated beside me on the bed. A warm smile crept up his lips with an hint of guilt or should I say confusion, hitched on his face.“Morning” his sweet and familiar voice said, as his fingers brushed through my cheek, making me feel at home.“Morning” I whispered back, trying to sit up. I didn’t smile at him as I was angry he stood me up last night. I averted my gaze from his, fixing my eyes on the rising sun which I could see outside the window.He seemed to have noticed my annoyance and so he said: “I am sorry”.“Babe, I apologize for keeping you waiting all through the night. I know you are angry right now. There’s nothing I can say to defend my act,