Elena's POVThe curtains fluttered, a gentle caress on my skin as the wind brushed through it. I sat upright on the bed, my eyes darting around the corners of the bed.Raymond wasn't beside me, perhaps he might have headed to work.“Early birds,” I muttered as I stretched my arms and started my day.I dragged my exhausted feet into the bathroom and turned the shower on, the gentle chilling water cascading down my spine. For a brief moment, I had forgotten about the conversation I had with my stepmother and was feeling relieved.As I emerged from the shower, I reached for the towel and wrapped it around my waist as the morning lights peeked through the curtains, casting their soft rays on my body. I walked to the wardrobe and ran my fingers across the dresses that hung there. My gaze settled down on the sky-blue gown; a secret gift Ralph had given me on my birthday. He was the only one who remembered my birthday and gifted me. “Great guy,” I mumbled.I slipped into the soft blue gow
Raymond's POVI paced back and forth, my feet continuously drumming on the tiled floor of the shopping mall. With each minute that passed, my fury brewed. “Where the bloody hell is she?” I gritted, cursing her under my breath as I scanned the area.She called herself Anonymous and had chosen to remain hidden, even after sending such a stupid email to me. Hours had passed since our conversation and she chose to remain hidden.“Coward. She has no balls to speak to me,” I hissed. Does she take me for a joke? Why is she gonna tell me to meet her in the shopping mall and keep me waiting? Is she scared? My eyes scanned the bustling shopping mall marking each face I came across. “Raymond,” a familiar deep voice called behind me, startling me. I turned around to see Mike, wearing a smile that revealed his dents.“What’s up, mate?” he asked, extending his hand for a handshake. I stretched out mine and gripped his hand, feigning a smile.“Chillin’ like a villain dude,”
Raymond's POV I stood there seethed in discomfort as they threw a barrage of different questions at me.“You are meant to protect and keep watch over her”For fuck sake, Raymond, you're her fucking husband!” Ralph barked, visibly irritated by my silence.“I saw her before I met the anonymous lady, where had she gone?” I answered as a look of puzzlement crossed my face.“Are you dumb?” She’s not here, in what other house does she live? My father's voice broke, interrupting my thoughts.“I had a glimpse of her before going out to meet someone,” I muttered, different questions swirling in my mind.“Is that all the information you can provide Raymond?” Ralph snapped, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he rolled his eyes at me.I ignored his sarcastic comments and my grip tightened around my phone as I dialed her number, again and again, frustration mounting as each call went unanswered.“Where the fuck could she be?” I muttered, my voice barely audible. “The cops are on it. I've contact
Elena’s PovMy heart raced so fast as I said my last prayers tied up on both hands and legs. “Please let me go!”“I beg of you” “Please, I have a child!” I pleaded again. “My b-b-baby needs m-m-me” I pleaded with a voice trembling in fear and uncertainty as I continued to beg for mercy.It was at that moment that I remembered my little one “Hope” who had just spent just a little over 23 months with me.I couldn't help but worry about how my son would have the same fate I had as a child. “A life without a mother”He is too young to be thrown into the mercy of Alana and My mother-in-law because those two would definitely make his life a living hell.Who can my baby manage on his own? I know he has Mary and my father-in-law but their love cannot be compared to the kind of love he was gonna get from his mother His well-being weighed heavily on my mind as I begged Violet to let me go.Suddenly a masculine voice broke the tension that surrounded the room for so long.“Don't do it, Vee!
Raymond's POV“Has anyone seen my shaving cream?” I asked, yanking the door to my room and walking in.My eyes scanned the dark room in search of any form of life but found none. The room was a dark one, poorly illuminated by a single candle Stick.“What the hell happened to the light?” I whispered as I reached for the switch and turned it on. The blinding rays of the light rushed to my eyes and squinted, allowing my pupils to get accustomed to the rays.In the corners of the room, Elena was seated. She was lost in thoughts as her gaze focused on her reflection in the curved mirrors.“Elena?” I called out with surprise etched all over my face. Unfortunately, my voice was met with no response. Tears strolled down her cheeks, falling effortlessly without restraint.I Couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong, an issue she chose to bury within the walls of her heart.She hadn't spoken a word concerning her sudden disappearance, could it be that she was trau
Raymond's POVI walked into the sitting room, my mind swirling in thoughts.As I strolled in, I noticed the chorus stares of from everyone on my skin“You left in a hurry,” Ralph said, breaking the Silence. “Anything wrong?” he asked as he sipped the coffee which was cradled in his hand."Just a friend from the office," I replied, my tone clipped as I headed toward my room. But Ralph wasn't done."Violet, isn't it?" he asked, a knowing glint in his eye.I stopped in my tracks, my expression stiffening. Had Elena spoken to them? The very sound of that name sends irritation through me, leaving me speechless. I felt a cold shiver down my spine as soon as Violet's name was mentioned. "How did you..." I trailed off, my mind racing with suspicion."I've known you long enough Raymond," Ralph said, setting down his coffee and fixing me with a serious gaze. "You're not the type of man to get so worked up over nothing. Elena made mention of violet the moment you left. Turned out she was the
Elena's POV“What’s wrong with him?” I muttered, furrowing my brows.The reaction Raymond dished out when I got here left me puzzled.I whirled around and looked at Alana as she stood up with a sigh, her dress cascading down her legs like a waterfall. “Are you okay?” I asked, concern lacing in my voice as I walked over to her.“I think,” Alana replied, her voice barely audible. without so much as a glance backward She walked towards the door, her hand gripping the doorknob as she threw the door open and slammed it behind her. “What’s wrong with her?” I sighed and walked over to Raymond who was already seated, notifying him of the files she left on my makeup cabinet.The day dragged on, each hour another weight on my shoulders, dragging me towards exhaustion.“Can this day get any worse?” I murmured under my breath as I bit my lips, feigning a plastic smile for the camera, a mask to cover my weariness.Finally, the time for the company's dismissal came knocking.
Raymond's POV“Ladies and gentlemen, the next item on our list is the…” the auctioneer said, addressing the crowd.I took a deep breath and placed the necklace around her.I noticed the way she looked at me, which made me very irritated.“What’s that for?” I inquired, still fixing my eyes on the show.“Raymond,” she began, her voice calm and soft. “I appreciate your kind gesture, but I'm sorry, I can't accept this gift. It's too expensive.”Her words were like a slap to my face. She thrust the shimmering necklace into my hands and stood up.“What the heck?” I said, watching her move through the crowd.What was wrong with her? How dare she reject a priceless necklace? I stood up and trailed behind her, slipping the necklace into my pocket.My feet pounded on the pavement as I ran after her,“Elena, stop!” I yelled.She slowed her pace and I caught up with her at the parking slot.My hand grazed her sleeve, her body stiffened but she didn't withdraw. “What’s t
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