PAULAI am in my bedroom in Steve’s house, not sure if I should pack my clothes in the closet or not because I have finally moved in with him and there are only a few days before I escape with Sergio. My passport and every important document are ready, and I packed them in a bag pack so that when I escape, I know that it will be the only thing that I take.It has been only two days since the fashion show and I have been so busy with radio interviews, the orders are piling up and there is just so much to do, but I am not sure if anyone would want to do business with me, especially when my name is being dragged down with my father and his company. Gosh, I just cannot believe that my father and my eldest brother Luke have been arrested this morning for fraud. Is this what Jade was trying to tell me about the company? Lord, I hope that he is not part of any of this nonsense. This is crazy because people are dragging my name and my company down because they think I made this fashion show w
SERGIOI received a strange message this morning, and I am caught up between believing that Paula is okay, or something is happening. I am with Apollo, having drinks at a bar with him, but my mind is not full here.The message is from Paula’s banner phone, and no matter what I try to make up for it, it just does not make any sense.‘Hey, boo! Just wanted to let you know that Steve is going away, so I was thinking that you come over tonight at 7:30 PM.Xoxo’ – Paula.Paula does not talk like that, and she never EVER called me boo. Another thing, she knows that I will never come and eat or visit her at Steve’s house; so why would she invite me there? Something is not right, and I am not getting any good vibes from it. I have a lot going on my mind like; who has her phone? Is she okay? Does Steve know that I met up with Paula the other day? God, if he had done something to her, Lord have mercy because I am about to catch a case.My hand grasps the glass hard, and before it could break, A
PAULA“Rise and shine, Hermosa Princesa,” (Beautiful princess)Steve walks into my bedroom and finds me curled up on the floor in my winter pyjamas. The room is a mess and very dull, as I also did not open the curtains. I stay on the floor without moving. I hear his movements, and I am not even bothered about what he is up to at this moment, but all I want to do is escape this place.“It is your father and brother’s bail hearing today, so it will be best if we all can go and give them support,” He stops in front of me and scrunches down to my level. “Did you sleep here?”Of course, I slept on the floor. The cold and the discomfort kept reminding me that I am not dead. But I do not say that out loud to him though.“Are you just going to ignore me, babe? Okay, I am sorry for hitting you the other day; I lost control, and… I am sorry, okay? Please get up and get ready so that we can leave as soon as possible,” He holds my arm and pulls me up gently, and somehow, I cooperate with him. He
SERGIOIt has been two days and I hardly slept. But how could I even sleep when I am tied up on this chair in a basement? God, I failed Paula, and she probably thinks so too right now. Man, if only I was prepared for this, if only I did not make my main focus on getting Paula out of that house but putting our safety my priority first. God, I am going to fuck Steve up when I get out of here.Shit, my hands and my arms hurt from being tied up from behind on this fucking chair. I cannot even feel my legs right at this moment. Look at me, whining about simple things. My baby girl could be going through more than what I am. I really hope that she is okay, for Steve’s sake because he has got another thing coming for him.I gather all my strength and move with the chair. I endure all the pain because I am strong enough to handle it. I shift the chair again, but I make a hasty stop that makes me fall hard with the chair on my shoulder. I growl loud in agony and cuss at myself. Now I need to f
PAULAI am dealing with a lot right now, and it is just overwhelming. I feel like I am being smothered by my own family, and I am just so tired. I want to give up my life, but it is not that simple when you have worked so hard to be the person I am today. How did my life get so messy?Here am I, looking so beautiful. How do I look so beautiful in my wedding dress but do not feel happy? I am hurting so much but no one seems to care.I was so happy when Sergio called me. I do not know what is happening and I did not want to ask questions as I had limited time with him on the phone, but he gave me hope. I am worried though; it has been over forty minutes since he called me, and I should be walking down the aisle in the next ten minutes. If Sergio won’t show up, then I might as well say accept my new future as Mrs. Rodriguez.“Lita, can I come in?” Carolina shouts outside the door of my hotel suite.I wipe my tears with a dry cloth before I shout for her to come in. The door opens and she
SERGIOI am tired. I am so fucking tired right now! Luka will have to kill me because I am not in the mood to fight any more people.Just as he was reaching for his gun, I also reached for mine, and we are pointing guns at each other.“Oh, this is going to be a movie,” Carolina sarcastically says. “Are you going to shoot each other or stand like that the whole day?”“Carolina, please,” Paula says before she turns her begging eyes to me. “Please put your gun down, Sergio; you too, Luka,”“Not until someone tells me what is going on in here? Why is this man here, because as far as I know, mama and papa said you no longer need him?”“Well, I do, Luka; I need him, okay!” Paula snaps. “He has always been someone I have always wanted, and for the first time, I feel happy about this decision; a decision that was not decided by either you, Emre, mama, or papa. I am tired of living my life how you want me to, Luka,”“Did you put my sister into this, huh? My sister would never go with a low lif
PAULA My family disowned me for taking my own decision which makes me happy. But funny thing is, I have not been happy for almost a month now. Why is that?Maybe it is because I have never done anything crazy like getting married. I did not think about it at first but now, everything is all coming back, and I have just realised how much marriage is a huge deal. Yes, I do wish to change a few things, but time can never be reversed. I won’t lie; I miss my life at home. It is so hard to adjust to this island and sometimes I hear a little voice that tells me I made a huge mistake by opposing my family. I love Sergio a lot, but I sometimes question the love I have for him if it was worth betraying my family. I have been sulking since we arrived here, and Sergio has been trying to be the best husband he can be, but I have been so hard on him. This is supposed to be our honeymoon, but my emotions are betraying it all. I have not explored anything here but all that I have been doing is stay
SERGIOAfter a long time of starvation, I am finally getting fed in all emotions, from my stomach to my manhood. Paula and I are making love in the middle of our dinner on the floor near the fireplace. I could not get through with our dinner because she kept provoking me in every possible way. I am sitting on my butt, leaning backwards with my hands balancing my weight on the floor while Paula holds on to my shoulders and slowly thrusts up and down.I throw my head to the back and growl, feeling on the verge of reaching climax, but I cannot disappoint her because she has not reached her peak yet.“You are killing me,” I say, unable to contain my desperation to release.She bites her lower lip and winks at me. Fuck it, it is my turn now.Without pulling out, I switch positions and lay her carefully with her back on the fleece and place her legs on my shoulders while I kneel in front of her and make slow, deep thrusts in her warm pussy. She closes her eyes and grasps my arms, digging he
PAULAI was in the kitchen helping Sergio’s grandmother to bake cupcakes for the kids at the orphanage home when Sergio’s mother came into the kitchen with my crying two-month-old baby in her arms. These two love each other too much. Oh, and it gets worse when the father is here; it is like I do not exist at all.“She no longer wants the milk from the bottle. She wants it straight from its cow. Oh, this child can be cheeky when she wants to,” Sergio’s mother, whom I have gotten used to calling her mama says.I laugh and clean up my hands before I get her. Yes, I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl whom my father named Sofia which was also my late mother’s name. I loved it when my father suggested it, and Sergio had no problem with it. I got to meet my aunt who is my mother’s sister, and we are in contact. As for Belinda, she was found and got arrested for murder. I cannot believe that woman fooled us all and claimed to love me. It is just sad that she was my brothers’ mother.“She is
SERGIOPaula and I might have gotten married so suddenly, I mean, we never really dated long and the moment I saw her looking so beautiful in her wedding dress that was meant for that bustard called Steve, I knew that I wanted to marry her. I have no regrets whatsoever, but I think I might have rushed to make her mine without thinking it through, and I was also jealous that she was looking so beautiful for another man, which is why this time I want to make things right.I am going to put my pride aside and approach Paula’s father to ask to make things right with him. I want to marry Paula the right way with both our families attending the wedding; no hate, no anger, no drama. All I want is a perfect wedding for my wife, and I want this marriage to be meaningful.Sigh.I do not know if it is me, but this pregnancy is just messing up Paula’s mind. At every chance she gets, she makes sure that she tells me where to get off. Earlier today, I was playing the piano while she was sleeping be
PAULA“What do they say?” I ask, nervously as Sergio walks out of the bathroom holding three pregnancy tests in his hands. I am sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting eagerly for the results.“They all have double red lines, honey – we are pregnant,” He excitedly says, and I put my hands on my burning cheeks.Is this really happening? Is this really happening to me? I am pregnant and carrying a child with the love of my life. I am carrying Sergio’s heir.I am happy that I am experiencing this with him, and we both have mutual feelings about it. He makes it easier for me to accept that I am pregnant. Did I want to have a baby this early? No, but Sergio makes me excited about the idea.“We are going to have a baby,” He puts the pregnancy tests aside and rushes to me before kneeling in front of me and kissing my exposed belly from the cropped bra I am wearing.I place my hands on his head and caress it. This is everything that I have ever dreamed of. This is what I imagined when I said
SERGIO I haven’t had a good sleep the way I did last night in a long time. It is a windy morning, and the waves in the ocean are not failing to hit aggressively against the rocks, but that is nothing to complain about because it is beautiful. I am in the kitchen making breakfast for me and my wife. Things between us are promising, but we are taking it slowly. KIDDING! We are definitely rushing to catch up, I mean, last night we had an amazing love-making session, and before we slept, we talked about our dreams. I asked her if she would ever think about moving to France, and without hesitation, she said a BIG YES. Well, to me it sounded like a rational decision because, to be honest, Paula has been through so much and probably wants to get away for that reason, so I am going to ask her again so that she does get to think about it. While I am busy in the kitchen, Paula walks in, wearing only the t-shirt that I was wearing last night. I walk up to her and stand in front of her. “Goo
PAULATwo days ago, we arrived on the island. My husband is not okay, and every time I ask him what the matter is; he tells me that he almost lost me. He is scared, he is shaken, but I know that it is not me. Something is really triggering him, but all he cares about is my well-being and wants me to get better.I want my husband to get better as well!I am in the bedroom, watching a movie on Netflix called ME TIME. Whoever gave birth to Kevin Hart should be held responsible for my cause of death. I just cannot stop laughing. Why do people hate it so much? If I could, I would give it one hundred stars because it is hilarious.I wish I was not watching it alone. I am lonely, and I miss my husband. He takes the guestroom while I take the main bedroom. I know that I am the one that suggested it but, I kind of want him back. I miss him.I take my phone and scroll to his number and just look at it. I do not know why I always feel scared to call him, but I have no choice because he does not
SERGIOThey say when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Right now, I feel like I am given both limes and lemons, and I still don’t know which one is the sourest between them. That is how complicated my life is, and I just have to swallow the bitter taste the lemons and limes leave in my throat.I am at home with my two lovely women who have just added more stress to my stress. I feel like hitting my head against the wall and just dying with everything because I am just surrounded by darkness, and I feel responsible for everything that is happening around me.I look at my son — I mean, Diego. He is peacefully sleeping on my bed after crying so much. He does not deserve what is going on right now, and a child like this does not need to stay in a home that is not happy. I am not happy right now, and I will not heal any time soon. I am crushed, and I will be more crushed when the tests prove that Diego is not my son.I love him so much, and I know that he loves me too. How can he not b
PAULITA As soon as my husband left, I was helped back to my bedroom and to my surprise, I found a bouquet of flowers, red and white roses to be specific, and a toiletry bag. On the bedside table, there is a basket of fruits and goodies. I roll the wheels of the wheelchair towards the bed and pick up the bouquet and inhale them, smile, and pull the card out before I read it. “I know I messed up, and I know that you are mad at me, which you have every right to be by the way, but all I am asking for is a chance to explain everything and be clean to you. What I do not want is to lose you. You are special, my baby girl. I love you so much, and please believe me when I tell you that my intention was not to hurt you; I was just afraid to hurt you and lose you. Please forgive me and come back home to me. I promise I will make things right. Love, Sergio,” To be honest, a lot has been broken, and it is going to take a while before we fix it. I love Sergio so much and to be honest, I want
SERGIOI am probably going insane right now. But who cares? I brought it all to myself and I deserve it. I am like the glue to everything that is happening. Losing my wife and losing my son. It is probably for the best, I mean, they probably don’t deserve me. I was never honest with both women anyway, but that is the only thing I am probably sorry for. What I won’t be sorry for is my job. I had to lie about it in order for me to get justice, and unfortunately, Paula got caught up in it. But no matter how other people may see it, I never used Paula. Firstly, I resisted her when she confessed her feelings to me, and secondly, I genuinely love her, so no one should fucking tell me that I used her to get what I wanted from her. I fucking love that girl!I take the bottle of my whiskey and swig it. I turn up all the volume of the music playing on TV. I am playing instrumental music that helps me think and right now Bitter Sweet Symphony by David Garrett is playing. I am sitting in the midd
PAULAI have had so many visitors coming to check on me, and I am so happy to know that there are people who still cared about me, like my work colleagues, old friends, and Angela. I was hoping to see Carolina walking in, but I guess she will never come.With all the physical pain that I am enduring all over my body, it can never be compared to the one that I am feeling in my heart. I have never felt so disappointed and hurt as I am. I cannot believe I grew up believing that Belinda is my mother. I loved that woman, I admired her style, and she was the reason I studied fashion design because I idolised her and loved the way she dressed. She loved clothes as much as I did. She was so beautiful, and I thought that we both had something in common because she was my mother, but it was all a lie. She was ugly on the inside, and she hated me. It just makes sense now.“What makes sense?”I gasp, looking up at Jade from the wheelchair.“Did I say that out loud?” I ask, shyly dropping my eyes.