Naella
The atmosphere at home is anything but that of a newly married couple. I do everything to make our home unlivable. It is necessary that at the end of a year of marriage, we separate anyway. I don't cook for my husband, nor do I take care of his breakfast and the like. He manages to find something to eat on his own. Luckily we have house staff. Otherwise, he would starve. This morning, it has already been nine days since we were married. If it wasn't for that composition period at school, we never would have met. I always manage to be in my room when Ethan comes home and in the morning when he leaves for work, I'm in the room.
This morning, I get up very early and I'm getting ready to take my continuous tests at school. I dab Ethan who is also ready for work."Hello Nae!" He greets me.
I wanted to ask him why he uses the diminutive of my first name, but I refrain
Ethan My father gave me a year to prove to him that I am a good husband. It is only after this period that I will be able to take the position of CEO at the head of his company. I'm afraid to satisfy him. Indeed, my new wife seems very stubborn and makes life difficult for me. I do everything I can to make her feel good, but she just does what she wants. She doesn't love me, that's for sure! Neither do I. It's just a marriage of convenience. Nevertheless, can't we try to make efforts in order to lead a more peaceful life? In addition, we could still combine the useful with the pleasant. Despite my efforts to make her more docile, she doesn't comply in the least. I had never met a woman who resisted me so much. All women are crazy about me. But this one doesn't give a fuck about me. Besides, I don't know how to go about seducing her in order to control her. However, she has quite a strong character. Me who thought she had to be an easy girl, desperate and ready to do anything for marr
Charles I managed to put under my armpits this liar of Naëlla. She thinks she's very clever, well, she's come across something smarter than her. She wanted to play me, but I'm going to show her that you can't teach an old monkey to make faces. We'll see who gets the last laugh between us. She's not even ashamed to lie to me brazenly looking me straight in the eye, that nothing happened between her stupid husband and her, yet she told her friend Leonce something else. What she doesn't know is that I know everything about her and I intend to take revenge on her without any mercy. As we often say according to a french adage, 'à malin, malin et demi', meaning "a cunning person should be responded by a more cunning one". All the love I had felt for her one day in the past turned into hatred towards her. I want to hit her where it hurts the most, to make her feel the same way I felt after her wedding. And to think that she swore by me and that she was ready to do anything for me. She promi
Naella I came back from my encounter with Charles very dejected. Why is he behaving with me like this? Why do I feel like he's changed so much? Charles wasn't like this before I got married to that jerk of my husband. I want him so badly. He's the one who came to ruin everything between us. Charles loved me before and treated me like a princess. But now, something has changed in his gaze. I feel like he's mad at me for marrying Ethan. Yet he knows very well that it is not my fault what happened. I did everything to prevent this marriage, but I couldn't. I just hope he doesn't see another girl behind my back and she's the one turning him away from me. Because I do everything As for me, to keep myself for him. Tonight, when I came home after dropping Charles off at his apartment, I went straight into my room. I haven't seen Ethan and so much the better for that matter. I don't want to see anyone. I feel so sad to be left out by my friends. What could I possibly have done to them to ge
Ethan Of all the surprises I would have expected, this one wouldn't even be in last place. So my wife was a virgin all this time? And this young man she hangs out with, what do they do when they're together? Is such a thing still possible today? I feel a bit confused there. I believe she is 23 and I never imagined that she had never known a man. I have always seen Naëlla, not as a shameless girl, but rather as a modern young woman, who follows the trend and confirms herself to the standards of our era. Myself, I could not remain a virgin, so I told myself that it would be the same for her. For me, imagining Naëlla saving herself just for her husband is a bit hard. Yet here I have living proof. It is therefore bearing in mind that she was already sexually active that I made love to her. After that little cry of pain as I tried to push my way inside her, there was a moment of awkwardness. Then Naëlla started crying. I try to touch her frail shoulder, to console her, but she tenses up.
Naella Charles was adamant about his decision to sleep with me. I can make him understand that things didn't happen as he imagined them, but on him, it seems that my explanations have the effect of water on the duck's back. What am I going to do to reassure him other than to offer myself to him? Not that I don't want to, but it doesn't go down well with me. I know my marriage to Ethan doesn't matter. However, having sex with one man while living with another really feels like a whore to me. I'm willing to wait after the one year, when I've divorced Ethan, then I can marry Charles, and we can make love as much as he wants. But it seems to Charles that I speak another language. He must surely hear me in Mandarin. What to do to reason with him? If only he could wait a little longer. On the other hand, although what Charles is asking of me is almost impossible for me to achieve, I am not ready to lose Charles either. I love him too much for that. But how do you get him to change his mind
Charles I think that girl Naëlla must be trying to take me for a madman. After wasting me all this time with her, putting up with her without allowing me to sleep even once, she has the nerve to tell me to my face that she refuses that we sleep together. Maybe she's hoping I've been her bodyguard this whole time! "Excuse me? Are you playing a bad joke on me, or are my ears already playing tricks on me?!" I tell her, glaring at her. "No Charles, your ears didn't deceive you at all. You heard what I told you." She reiterates with all her seriousness. "You can't do this to me. Say rather that you never loved me and that you were only waiting for this opportunity to leave me, already that I am only a poor student who could not offer you your princess life." I point out, playing the victimization card. "You know very well that what you are saying is false. I have never found your financial situation to be a blockage between us." Naëlla replied, looking offended. "Then prove to me tha
Naella I came back from Charles that day even more lost. I must confess that I no longer know where I am. And even more, I don't understand what has become of my Charles. It's all my father's fault. He forced me to get married and today my life has changed forever. I find myself stuck between two lives. Will I be able to marry my new daily life and behave like an exemplary woman, knowing that the shadow of Charles lurks around? Will I be able to live a happy household with my husband? And Charles, and the love I feel for him, will I end up forgetting him? Besides, where am I between all this mess of my life? Am I ready to sleep with Charles, just to prove my love to him? Why does everything have to be so complicated? Why doesn't he just take my word for it? I lay on my bed, my heart heavy. I feel like a huge stone has been dropped on top of me and I'm drowning. Eyes on the ceiling, I think about what to do now. Charles' mother asked me not to pay for their apartment anymore, nor to
Ethan The last few days have not been easy for me. Indeed, I haven't stopped thinking about what happened that night between my wife and me. This girl will never cease to amaze me. I feel more and more attracted to her. Every evening when I return from work, I have to force myself not to land in her room and throw myself on her. Since that night, my thoughts have not ceased to fly towards her. I want her all the time, to make love to her like crazy, to protect her, to keep her in my arms without ever separating from her. How then to do for that? She's so stubborn and does whatever she wants. I'm dying of jealousy just to imagine him kissing the other idiot, or even to imagine him in his arms. I still have to admit that Naëlla is not a girl with light thighs to give herself to everything. The fact that she is a virgin until this evening removes all my doubts as to her relationship with her stupid gigolo. I thought they were sleeping together, but that's not the case. However, what do
Naella My father's funeral is today. I can't stop crying. My father, he was the one who taught me everything. He showed me love and despite my mother leaving home, he didn't want us to feel this void. He fulfilled it marvelously by giving us twice as much love. I had asked him one day why he hadn't remarried? He replied that he didn't want to mix up his children, for fear that my brother and I would feel less loved compared to the children he could have with another woman. We were the center of his world. And it was again to protect me that he preferred to die by throwing himself on Ethan's mother who was holding a handgun. He didn't think twice when it came to our safety. I had so much more to share with him. I would have liked him to see his grandson or his granddaughter. I'm so angry with death for taking it from me sooner. Although he is not my biological father, for me he remains my father and my hero. My big brother Andy came back from Germany earlier this week. He told me tha
Ethan I don't think in all my life I had ever heard such a nauseating thing. And to think that it was in my own family that such things happened. I think the word disgusted is meaningless compared to how I feel right now. I hold Naëlla in my arms, trying to revive her. "We need to get him to the hospital." I say to our mothers. "Don't worry darling, she's just giving us a little tantrum. She'll wake up right away." As she speaks, her mother takes water from a bottle not far from us and sprays it in Naëlla's face. She wakes up with a start. "Sweetheart, I was having a horrible nightmare. There was a girl pretending to be my twin sister, and worst of all, your mom and mine were lesbians. It felt so real I was praying God wake me up." Said Naëlla opening her eyes. "Unfortunately my love, this is reality. You weren't dreaming." I tell him in spite of myself. "So it was true?" She stammered, getting up from my arms. "If I understand Pauline correctly, my two eldest sons and Tania ar
Naella We all turn around, faces full of surprise, towards the entrance to the room. "Mom, Dad? What are they doing here?" Ethan asks surprised at the sight of his parents. "You will soon understand my dear brother-in-law." Answers my sister. "Guenaëlle? What are they doing here?" Asks my mother, in turn, visibly surprised too. "You will know, a little patience dear Mama. Besides, go sit with the others." Command my sister to our mother. "But..." "I said go sit down!" she thunders at our mother who jumps at the sound of her voice. My mother ends up going to take her seat. "What are we doing here?" Asks Ethan's mother. "Now that the whole family is complete, I will answer your questions." Answers my sister, obviously called Guenaëlle. "Guenaëlle, stop what you're doing! What's this all about?" Our mother intervenes. "Dear mom, calm down. Right now, I think darling daddy needs to know the truth, don't you think? After all this time, he deserves to at least know who you reall
Naella At the sound of applause, my dad and I turn to where the noise is coming from. The girl, who is my spitting image, is standing and... "Mom ?" I yelled, surprised to see her there. "Surprise !!!" Says the fake me. "What are you doing here Chanceline?" Ask my father to my mother. "You don't have any questions for me!" My mother replies, glaring at my father. "Okay, enough talking! Everyone inside!" Orders the one who is my doppelganger, suddenly pulling a weapon out of her bag. We panic at the sight of the gun. "My daughter..." My father whispers, seized with fear. "Who's your daughter old ancestor?" She replies curtly to my father, with a tone full of rudeness. At the same time, Amy who had already come to herself, exclaims at the sight of everyone "Babette? What are you doing here?" "Oh Amy, thank you for pawning me. You and your minion have helped me a lot." Said my doppelganger to Amy. "How did that help? Care to explain?" asks Amy, who jumped up to come over to
Naella We stop in our tracks. "Amy, it's over. We've already gone too far with this story. We have to stop everything." Said Charles advancing towards Amy who is looking at us meanly. "Who are you to tell me to stop this story or not?" She replies, her voice laced with anger. "Now you're asking who I am huh?!" "It's not because we were getting laid all the time that it gives you the right to tell me what to do. The idea was mine and I intend to go there until the end." Amy reprimands. "I remind you that I, as much as you, was also involved in this story of revenge. It was you who asked me to join forces to separate them. So don't come and talk to me as if I were your minion." Charles retorts, challenging her with a look. "You may be right, but I realized that you are a wimp and if it was up to you, they would never have separated. It is thanks to me that all this happened and will go until at the end. I will therefore not allow anyone, not even you, to stand in my way." Amy ham
Naella I feel strong headaches. I try to open my eyes. I quickly walk them around the room where I'm lying. What happened to me ? And why do I have these awful headaches? I try to get up, but I can't. My hands and feet are tied to either side of the cramped bed where I'm lying. I go inside my head to remember the last events, maybe I'll understand why I find myself in this room that doesn't smell of roses. But I can't remember anything. All I manage to get are worsening headaches. "Where... Where am I?" I ask with a low voice. "Help please!" I try to scream with the little strength I still have left. After about five minutes, the door to the room where I'm lying opens suddenly. The man who enters is familiar to me. I feel like I saw him somewhere. But yes ! One of the men on the road! "You!" I exclaimed, my voice full of surprise. "Hello Sleeping Beauty!" He says, wearing a smile that shows his teeth yellowed by the excess of cigarettes. "Where have you taken me? What do you wa
Ethan I get out of the car and call the woman. She's Charles's mother, and I'm curious about the purpose of her visit to my house, since Naëlla no longer lives here. "Ah my son, you are there!" She said stopping. "Hello mum, how are you?" I ask her. "I'm doing well thanks !" She answerers to me. "Did you need something? Or are you looking for Naëlla? Because she no longer lives with me." I say to her. "It's true that I'm looking for Naëlla, but since you're here, I'd like to talk to you." She replies, increasing my curiosity tenfold. "In that case, I'll let my car in. You can wait for me inside the house." I tell her as I take the seat behind the wheel of my car. I run quickly, while the young mother enters. I park the car in the courtyard, then I go out to join Charles' mother inside. I find her comfortably seated in the living room. I come to sit next to her and look at her questioningly. "Son, I thought I was going to find your wife at your house?!" She says looking around
Naella I'm leaving Charles' mother at home. "Thank you daughter! Please call me when you have confronted your husband and father." She told me once out of my car. I promise her to inform her, then I turn to take the driveway that leads to the road. I drive at high speed. At this time of day, the road is clear. In less than thirty minutes, I should already be at Ethan's work. After twenty minutes of driving, a mini valve that was coming at high speed in the opposite direction, tries to crash into me. I do a lot of maneuvering so as not to find myself face to face with this car. However, I end up hitting a tree. The shock is lessened, because I wear my seat belt. I breathe a small sigh of relief, then I try to open the door of my car. "Don't move !" I heard before I opened the door. I turn around to see who is speaking. My door opens from the outside. "Who are you ?" I asked trying to dig into my memory where I've seen that face before. "It doesn't matter. You're bleeding, we nee
Naella Ethan pulls me out of my gongs so much. I can't believe he says such mean things about me. He may have been fooled and cheated on by our exes, but I thought he might at least have some savvy. Anyway, I don't know if it was a good idea to come here. Luckily, I'm going away from this company. Meeting Ethan in this business all day long, saying hurtful words to me, doesn't help me at all. I hope that as I signed the divorce pzpers, I will not have anything more to deal with him. I would have though wish I could elucidate this matter. I will see what language he will use this time. I came home after taking my leave. Ethan's editor left me a message for the success of his book. We're supposed to go on a date together to meet her and discuss about the book. But I don't plan to go there. I have many other things to do. Already he does not want to see me, so much better not to saturate. For now, I must begin to sort this story out. I thought until my brain hurt. There must be an expl