RAYMOND’S POV.I woke up feeling rusty and sluggish. Figured it may be the alcohol of the previous night doing its job.Headed downstairs for lunch since I missed my breakfast some hours ago. As I descended the stairs, I noticed Elena was already seated at the dining table, likely waiting for Mary to get her lunch.Lately, Elena and I barely exchanged words. We say a few hellos and hi's whenever we came across each other.I sat at the dining table and responded to her “Hello” while requesting some oven-dried chicken with macaroni Pasta salad. Hmm, back at this issue again. The president doesn't give a damn about you all. You go on protests every other week and nothing changes," I muttered, staring at the television. "Yet you still believe them. That's the difference between you guys," I pointed at the television, "and the rich, ha ha," I scoffed as I forced a piece of dried chicken placed in front of me."Bring me some orange juice," I called out to one of the housekeepers standing
ELENA’S POVMy marriage with Raymond has become a real puzzle since the discovery of my gestational age. My once close bond with Mrs Lawrence has turned sour, and now she acts like I don't exist. Nobody seems to care about me or my feelings, but thankfully my father-in-law and Mary treat me with the love that I desire.My stepmother and step-sister have never stopped by to say hi, and they never check in on me. Anytime I try to visit, I'm always stopped by one of the new stewards who politely tells me that they are busy at the moment or they aren't at home.The last time I heard my stepmother's voice was when Mrs Lawrence called about my pregnancy. And my dad, well he calls but it's not as often as I'd want him to. Our conversations are always short, and it feels like he is always rushing to get back to work.Raymond, my supposed husband, does nothing to make the situation better. All he does now is come home drunk and mess around with women.Even though Doctor Lucas and his parents
Raymond's POV.After my dad had scolded me about my supposed wife, I stormed out of the room with my car keys and drove off to Concave Bar. No matter how much my mother tried to chastise me, I just couldn’t get enough of this place. “I can't put up with Elena anymore, she is driving me nuts I need to find a way to get her out of my life,” I said as I began to ponder on my misery.I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket with a shrill sound, I glanced at the screen and noticed that it was Lucas. “Why are you calling?” I questioned with a gruff voice. His nosy call was interrupting my good time here in the bar. “I just wanted to know where you are, your mom called again she sounded worried, bro where are you? I could come meet you yunno” said Lucas“Sorry Lucas, I can't tell you. You're just gonna spill to mom again.”“Absolutely not, I would never do that” Lucas replied with a gentle smile. “We simply just need to talk, I'll even treat you to your favorite whisky, what do you say?” he
Raymond's POVAs the sun beat down relentlessly on the Roman Blinds, I looked at the Harbor Red Wall Clock positioned at the center of my office and discovered that it was lunchtime.Immediately, I walked down and crossed over to The Hakkasan Restaurant directly opposite Lawrence Steel to grab lunch. On the verge of placing an order, a lady spoke to me. I raised my head in curiosity and discovered it was Violet.I sat there gazing into space, still pondering why she had followed me to the restaurant.“Hey, Raymond.” she greeted in a soft tone.“Why don't we meet at India Coast Hotel at 10 pm?”. She said as she moved a few meters from me to get a lunch pack. She asked as she stared at me seductively. I could see her lips moving, perfect lips for a blow job. The imagination of her moaning my name hit my mind. If I were correct, my dick prints were now visible.Don't be late.” she said strongly and assertively as she headed back to the office swaying her hips. I could feel the warlord
Raymond's POV For the first time in a while, I was very excited to get to work early. I was dressed in a black shirt and white trousers, alongside my black blazers and silver cufflinks. I made sure to dress pretty well today as I'll be seeing Violet in the office again. I got into my car and drove to work with excitement written all over me.Good morning sir..Good morning sir.” Greeted my teammates as I walked briskly to my office. My heart pounding, my mind racing with anticipation for when I’ll be meeting up with Violet again after work hours.I could feel the excitement in the air as I flipped through the flies that were placed on my desk and began the day's hustle. Elena's POV.My eyes widened with fear as I stared at the droplets of blood on my bed.“Oh God, ma'am! ma'am! You’re bleeding, I'm going to get help,” said Mary as she rushed out of my room. With Mary’s help I was able to walk down the stairs and in no time Sabatine drove as fast as he could to the hospital. Doct
My skin turned cold as I lay on the tiled floor. I chose to ignore thecoldness, despite the shivering and clenching sound of my teethMade.I was not conscious of my environment, perhaps that was theeffect of the cold. All I knew was that I was in my bedroom.“Help! Help! Somebody, help!” a loud voice rang in my room.I heard the sound of footsteps rushing into my room, but I was tootired to react.I felt their warm hands move on my body, shaking me forcefullyand expecting me to react. They made muffling sounds, and I couldn’t understand what was going on.Slowly, I opened my eyelids to get a better view ofwhat might have caused the screaming I heard earlier.“She is awake!” One of them said I couldn’t tell who it was.From the way they looked at me, I thought something was wrong.I looked at myself to see my nightwear drenched in a red fluid.What was that?“Are you alright?” Ralph; Raymond’s elder brother asked, a hint ofconcern in his voice.“What is going on?” I asked, ignor
ELENA'S POV"You're awake!" a nurse said, with her voice full of relief. "We were worried about you.""What where’s my baby?" I asked, looking around at the hospital room. I could see that I was hooked up to a few machines, and monitors were beeping in the background."You had a pretty rough delivery," the nurse said, checking my vitals. "But your baby…...""My baby?" I said without allowing her to finish her sentence, my heart was racing so fast. "What about my baby?" I asked again like a curious child."Stay calm else you hurt yourself. A neonatal nurse is taking care of your little one,” replied the nurse. "You will see your little one as soon as he is ready to leave the nursery. But for now, I just need you to rest and relax. Can you do that for me?""I'll try," I responded, as I tried to keep my cool. I was both relieved and worried at the same time as I thought about the welfare of my child. "Good," the nurse said. "Just take it easy and try to get some rest. I'll be back i
RAYMONDI sat in the dimly lit room, drowning myself in Alcohol, my thoughts were blank, not thinking about anything in particular, unbothered by the storm that was threatening to pull down the walls bar. “Another one,” I called out to the bartender as I gulped down the mixture, feeling the burning sensation as it rushed down my throat.He gave me a long hard stare and raised her brow. “Mr Raymond, I'm sorry, I can't,” She replied and kept on cleaning the glass cup she was holding.“Your reason if I may ask?” I replied, with anger brewing inside of me. Who does she think she is to deny me a drink? I muttered.“You have taken a lot of shots and yes, you look drunk,” She replied, as her gaze was firmly fixed on me. There was something about the way she spoke that caught my attention. It was her audacity, and I honestly had to spill these words.“You fucking bitch!” I exclaimed as I tried to stand but staggered a little and fell with a sickening thud on the floor.“How dare you sa
Elena's Point of ViewI stood in the poorly illuminated room, tears streaming down my face as I recounted everything I'd been through—the loss, the pain, the gain… everything.I hugged myself, memories of my son flashing before my eyes. I could still see him running toward me and planting kisses on my face. I shut my eyes, letting the tears fall freely, hoping that maybe the pain would go away if I just admitted that I was hurt. I could still hear Ralph's deep voice speaking to me:“Elena, stay strong. Raymond might be a jerk, but once you understand him, you'll be cool with him,” he would tell me each time he saw me drowning in pain.Now, they were all gone. The building made me feel a little uncomfortable with its tranquil state. Raymond, on the other hand, had always been moody, unwilling to discuss anything with me.I wiped my tears with the edge of my palm and stood up. Today, my father-in-law would be buried at the cemetery.I glanced at the mirror. I was dressed in a dark gown,
Raymond's point of viewThe sitting room was filled with laughter and sift clinging of glasses, particularly from my friends. I had invited only a few friends; we didn't want to make it known to avoid the prying eyes of the journalists.My father sat on the stool like a king with a warm smile, watching my friends drink to their satisfaction; it was his birthday.“Where is the baker?” I asked, my mom's eyes scanning the room as I searched for her. Just then, she walked in with the cake cradled in her hand. Her face was covered with a veil; she was an Indian, and maybe she was respecting her culture. I knew little about Indian culture. She had tattoos on her hand, which I observed as she slowly dropped the cake on the table.“I should be taking my leave,” she whispered, her voice tiny.“So early?” Elena asked, walking up to her.“Yeah, I've got some unfinished business to attend to,” she replied, her voice firm.Elena tried protesting, but I stopped her just in time with a kiss, which
Alana's Point of ViewI sat in the corner of the room, my eyes stretched wide as I focused on the window. Cadwell Psychiatric Hospital could be defined as hell. My hair was unkempt and untangled, resting on my pale face, and my clothes were loose, hanging on my shrugged shoulders. I had spent two months in this hell, and no one bothered to reach out to me.I dragged my hair and groaned, my eyes reddening as I thought about Elena. Her life was fixed, and mine was damaged.Just then, a lady walked into the room with a guard, her face pale.“Alana Laurence, you have a visitor,” she said. Visitor? That sounded like a word foreign to my life.I stood from the marble floor and strutted out of the room with her. My heart sank as I stared at Violet on the other end of the table, a smile crawling up her lips. Her hair was tinted, her lips crimson, and she wore a long red gown. She stole my breath away at that moment.She picked up the phone at the other end, her eyes urging me to do the same.
Alana's Point of ViewThe distant hum of machines could be heard, the strong scent of antiseptic evident in the air. I tossed and turned on the bed, pain coursing down my abdomen. I was at the hospital; even without opening my eyes, I knew it.The low, distant chatter of patients and doctors added to my unease, and I had no other option but to let my eyes open.“Damn it,” I cursed, sitting upright. Sweat raced down my forehead as I stared at the doctors and nurses running around me.“She is awake, Doctor,” one of the nurses said, signaling the attention of Doctor Lucas.Maintaining his friendly demeanor, he walked over to me, a smile spreading across his lips.“Alana, welcome on board,” he teased, trying to lighten the tense atmosphere. Honestly, his sense of humor sucked. I couldn't believe that I had come to the hospital after being pushed down by Elena.“How do you feel?” he asked, a hint of concern in his voice.“Better,” I grumbled. To be honest, I felt that he should shut up and
Elena's point of viewEver since my stepmother's burial, Alana's health has deteriorated. She had handled her departure like a grown woman, but now she acts like she lost it. Her change of behavior was secretly causing an alarm. I don't mean to use the word, but she acted insane.“You awake this morning?” Raymond's voice sliced through the air, startling me from my thoughts. A smile tugged beside my lips as he leaned in, his hands cupping my boobs. He pressed my nipples, and I let out a soft moan.“What's bothering my angel?” He asked, his voice hoarse.“Nothin’.” I replied, relaxing on his chest, his cologne dominating the air.“Alright, if you say so,” he whispered, biting my ear, and I giggled in response.“You going to jog today?” I asked, playing with his darkened nipples, which were perched on his muscular pecs.“The only exercise I want to do is with you,” he whispered, rolling me over and staying on top of me. I could feel his bulge harden on my stomach, our gaze fixated for
Alana's point of viewMy eyes were weary as I stared on a pillar, trying to avoid everyone's attention from my direction. The hot, steamy chocolate coffee enveloped the air. I reached out and took a sip, my eyes still fixated on the pillars. It wasn't easy acting like I was grieving my mother; well, I was good at what I did. It was obvious I was better than I had given myself credit for.Raymond stared at me from a distance as he played with Hope. I wasn't a telepath, but I was sure whatever was going on in his mind was clearly not good. The news felt unbelievable in his ears. It was pretty obvious that he wasn't convinced that my mother died so fast, even after he demanded an autopsy.I got up from the couch, walked over to the table, and dropped the coffee cup. I could notice his gaze trailing behind me as I walked out sobbing. I had requested an emergency burial for mom; the authorities had their doubts, but I seventy had my way after so many pleadings from my lawyer and my surna
Alana's point of viewI could feel anger course through my veins as I paced back and forth.My mother had one job to do, and now she screwed it up. If she was as smart as she claimed to be, I wouldn't be stuck in this mess.My knuckles collided with the pillars, and my brows arched as I stared at the mirror in front of me. The beating of my heart quickened as I bit my lips. I rolled my eyes in anger, sinking into the soft mattress. I was torn apart between seeing my mother's face and staying back at home. With a frustrated sigh, I rose, dragging my feet across my spacious room. Striding gracefully with a poised elegance, I walked down the stairs, Elena's gaze trailing behind. She had halted her lively conversation after she saw me. My shoulders shrugged, and I walked outside the sitting room and into my car. The car swerved through the streets, and I got to the police station in no time.The harsh fluorescent light of the prison visiting room flickered slightly as I walked in, my f
Elena's point of viewThe afternoon sun streamed down the window, casting warm glows on the floor.My hand grasped the baking pan as I carefully grazed butter on it, humming my favorite song ‘Bad Guy by Billie Eilish.’ It was Hope's birthday; he just turned six, and we decided to throw a little party. I had chosen not to allow my dad's condition to take a toll on me for now.The scent of freshly baked chocolate cake wafted through the atmosphere, perching on my nostrils. I stood erect as my eyes scanned the kitchen for any other thing that needed to be done; thankfully there was none.Quickly, I dropped everything I was holding and walked into the shower cubicle to wash away the day's exhaustion and grimness. As the cool liquid ran down my spine, I felt a sigh of relief engulf me. Seconds stretched into minutes, and I was done with my bath. Just as I was about to select a gown from the vast collection of clothing in my wardrobe, my eyes rested on the CD, which stayed lazily on the n
Elena's Pov.I was seated by the balcony and delighted in the refreshing cool breeze and invigorating fresh air, which provided much-needed comfort for my stressed body.Been pretty stressed lately, and I was advised by Doctor Lucas to have enough rest. The sweet melodies of the birds nearby transferred a calm sensation into my soul.So lost in thoughts, I jerked upon hearing the shrill sound of my phone ringing. I got back into my bedroom to check who the caller was. On realizing that it was my father's doctor, I picked it up instantly.“Good evening, doctor, please, how is my father doing?” “I am so sorry to break this news to you, Elena; your father passed on in the early hours of the day,” he explained with sadness evident in his voice. What! How!“This isn't happening, W- What happened?” I stuttered with short breaths. My heart raced rapidly as my fears began to resurface. I could feel sweat beads forming on my forehead even with the cool breeze that filled the air.“I have in