Before I knew it, I was avoiding everybody in the house. I was living like a parasite, and I didn’t even know how it came to be this way. I was avoiding Madeline, so whenever I needed food or anything in the kitchen, I had to make sure she wasn’t there. I’d sneak in, grab what I needed, and then disappear, or I’d have to ask Thomas to bring my food to my room.I was avoiding Rose, too. Of course, whenever I passed her, she didn’t say anything. But we all know the look, she was giving it, pretending she wasn’t, but I could feel it on me, every single time.And then there was Emerson. After the way he kicked me out of his room, I was in no state to see him. I wasn’t ready to talk, wasn’t ready to let him look at me with pity or apologies, or whatever expression he’d have on his face. I just couldn’t. The last thing I needed right now was anything from him, so I kept my distance. I was running low on motivation, on happiness, and it wasn’t just him; it was everything. I was just down, f
I smiled as I sashayed slowly towards him like a cat on the prowl. I reached where he was sitting as he looked up at me, frozen, with no words, nothing to say. I removed my robe and I could see him sucking on his saliva as he blinked a few times. He opened his mouth and I could feel a protest coming from him, so I put my finger on his lips and shut him up. I took the laptop from his hands and put it beside the bed. I put my legs on top of his thighs and sat on top of him. I looked at him and it was silent between us for a minute. “I….. I….“ he began, but I stopped him again. “Shhh…..“ I told him slowly as I kissed him tenderly, swiftly into his soft lips and then I kissed his nose and then I kissed both his eyes and then I kissed his forehead. I pulled his head towards my chest and just hugged him there. I had missed him and it felt good to smell him. He smelled divine and I realized how much I've been missing him, how much I've been missing this. I went towards his ear and whisp
When I woke up the next day, I was happy. I woke up excited. I had a purpose, something to do, and for once, I didn't feel sorry for myself, and I was happy. I took a shower, got dressed, and headed downstairs. I had planned to have breakfast at a hotel, but then, something made me pause. Instead of leaving, I turned and made my way to the kitchen.When I reached the kitchen, I found Madeline busy with her tasks. Without a second glance, I greeted her cordially, "Good morning." She didn’t respond, but I didn’t care. I only did it out of respect anyway. I walked straight to the fridge, grabbed a jug of juice, poured myself a glass, took out two eggs, and some sauces, and then headed over to the cooker. I lit it up and got busy with my breakfast, catching Madeline throwing me evil glances from the corner of my eye. But nothing was going to ruin my mood, not today. I fried my breakfast, then sat at the kitchen island, choosing not to go to the dining table, and began to eat.“This is
I kissed him hard, and then, just like I knew he would, he took control of the situation. His hands in my ear, in my hair, in my neck, going towards my arms, then touching, fumbling my breasts, then towards my waist, taking a handful of my but in his arms, driving me crazy and making me grind on his already hard dick. I kept driving myself insane on top of him while his hands kept wandering everywhere, kissing everywhere, I didn't even know and I don't even care, because the feeling I'm going through right now is just too good. I can't help but scream all the stuff that comes out of my mouth right now. And just as my hands go towards his zipper and I open it and get my hands on his very hard, very smooth dick, I hear him curse. “ fFuck … You're gonna be the death of me.““Don't you die on me yet, old man? “ I answer back with a little, lazy, sexy laugh, which makes him curse me even more. I pull my panties aside, without even taking them off, and put myself on top of his nuclear d
Emerson didn’t speak right away, and neither did I. The silence between us felt strange and heavy. But it wasn’t just the news about Eric and Rita, it was everything that had brought us to this point, all the unspoken things I couldn’t name. I wanted to ask him why he had felt the need to tell me, why he thought I needed to know this. But I didn’t. Instead, I just sat there, numb, the quiet between us stretching on."Okay then, um, I think I'll just go," Emerson said, almost like he didn’t want to."Okay," I answered. He stood up, looking around the room, his gaze lingering on the objects that filled the space, but his thoughts seemed far away. I couldn’t tell if he was actually going to leave or if he was just lost in the moment.He took two steps forward, toward the door, then suddenly stopped and turned back. He came back to the chair and sat down, still watching me, as if waiting for something. I kept my eyes on him, unsure of what was coming next, my mind racing, trying to figu
I didn’t go to Emerson’s bedroom last night after he told me about the family dinner. I don’t know if he was expecting me or not, but I was too hyped. I had too many thoughts working overtime in my head, and the night seemed too heavy to go to him. Instead, I spent the night alone, letting the anticipation build.Now, standing in front of the mirror, I could feel the excitement running through me. The white dress I wore hugged all the right places, accentuating my curves in ways I didn’t usually allow myself to see. My hair was freshly done and styled to perfection, and my makeup was flawless, highlighting my eyes and lips, and making me look like a model I never had the chance to be.It was 7:30, time to head downstairs. I wasn’t just going down there as a guest—I was going down as the host I was born to be, ready to meet my ex, now married to my sister. I wasn’t sure what to call someone who you were related to but didn’t really want to be related to. The whole thing felt twisted, a
I open my mouth, about to come up with a retort, when suddenly Rose appears and announces, “Dinner is served. Please come to the dining room.”“Thank you, Rose,” I tell her with a bright smile because she just saved me from serving Rita the answer she deserved. I didn’t know what I was going to say, but I was sure it would have destroyed the whole day. So, Rose was kind of a lifesaver today. Rose widens her eyes from my smile and quickly retreats, but before she goes, I call her back.“Rose, could you show Rita, my sweet daughter-in-law, to the dining room? I’m going to get Emerson and Eric; we’ll be right with you.”Rita turns her head to look at me so fast, I think her neck might snap. But as I look at her, I realize that her being my daughter-in-law is far better than her acting like my sister when she doesn’t really mean it. When she isn’t, and probably never has been. I give her a wide smile as Rose continues waiting, and then I turn around and start heading toward Emerson’s off
Emerson sighs, giving me an apologetic smile before turning back to Eric. "Please just eat the food, Eric. It’s not like you’re allergic."Eric begins, "Even though you’re taking her side…" but Emerson cuts him off with a firm, "Eric, please." Emerson’s gaze on him is layered, suggesting there’s more behind tonight’s dinner than the dishes on the table."I’m not eating this," Eric says, voice tight with frustration. "If you didn’t want to have us here for dinner, you shouldn’t have asked me and my wife to come." He gestures towards Rita. "I didn’t bring my heavily pregnant, beautiful wife here to eat food she doesn’t even like."But as he glances back at Rita, he’s met with the sight of her plate already half-empty, her fork poised with another bite of seafood. The way she’s savouring it only adds to Eric’s agitation. He glares at her, disgust flickering across his face, which only makes me smile. I know how much Rita loves seafood; it seems pregnancy has only deepened her cravings.
EmmersonThe next morning, I decided to handle things myself. I know Mina’s already been through enough trauma with her family, so I don’t want to involve her in this. She’s still asleep, and I slip out quietly to deal with Eric.I find him at the hotel, slumped over, still asleep. I nudge him with the toe of my shoe, the force making him stir. Slowly, his eyes flicker open, and the haze of sleep and alcohol makes him groggy. He rises, blinking and groaning, his hand clutching his head."Wake up, Eric," I tell him as I open the curtains, letting the bright light flood the room. He immediately shields his eyes, groaning louder."My head... hurts," he mutters, his voice thick with a hangover. He grabs the bottle of water on the bedside table and gulps down a large portion in one go."Last night," he laments, "I didn't like how your men dragged me out of that nightclub.""You call that a nightclub? It was a strip
EmmersonOh yeah?” Mina’s voice is a little high-pitched.And then Rita says something that makes my blood cold.“Of course,” she replies, her voice dripping with arrogance. “I mean if I could take Eric from you so easily before… When you weren’t this heavily pregnant, and we weren’t even living in the same house. Just think how simple it would be to take his father from you now.”Her voice is low and suggestive. Mina scoffs, maybe out of shock, but Rita doesn’t stop.“I mean, look at you,” she continues, mockingly. “You’re pregnant. You can’t even walk properly without someone holding you. You have to be carried just to get around.” She chuckles,“And me?” she adds. “I’m just getting started. The exercises I’ll do, the maintenance I’ll keep up… You know I won't be breastfeeding, right? This baby is feeding from the bottle. Nothing is messing up this....hot body.”In my mind, I can already picture her motioning to her bo
Emmerson By nightfall, the police have already paid us a visit. It’s all over the news. Madeline had a little accident on the highway. Her car hit the side of a bridge and went down under. She suffocated. But I know the truth. Let her feel what it’s like to lose air. Anyway, the point is—she’s dead. The police came because, after her attack on Mina, there was already a record of her actions. They were just here to deliver the report. To tell us that she was gone. That also settled the issue with Rose. Mina had never been convinced that Rose was behind it, and now that Madeline was out of the picture, it was clear she had been wrongfully accused. Mina was shocked with the news, I never thought she would actually be upset after everything. Even though there’s still sadness in her eyes, I can see the difference. She’s no
EmmersonAfter I had taken Mina home, I gave her a bath, making sure she was okay and taken Care of. She was reluctant to eat at first, but I insisted. “You need nutrition,” I reminded her. “I know you don't want to but do it for the baby. You’re pregnant, you're doing it for our baby.”She sighed, but eventually gave in, taking small sips of the warm soup I had prepared. I watched her closely, ensuring she had everything she needed. Then, I sat her down and gently caressed her hair.I kept talking as I did it—about everything and nothing at the same time. Just filling the silence, making sure she felt covered and safe. My voice was low and comforting. I caressed her head, feeling the softness of her scalp, letting her know she wasn’t alone.And then, she fell asleep.Once I was sure she was deep in rest, I finally allowed myself to feel it all—the anger, the frustration, the overwhelming sense of failure.How could I h
As Emerson's voice continued on the phone, offering words of comfort, trying to calm me, I felt my tears flow faster. I couldn't hear him clearly anymore over the noise in my head, the panic, the certainty that I was going to die. I just listened to him, letting his voice be a thread tying me to something.Then, the banging stopped.I hadn't even realized it.Instead, a knock. A soft, reassuring knock."Mina, Mina, come on, open the door," Emerson's voice came through the phone, clearer now.I still didn’t understand what was happening. My mind was so clouded by fear, but hearing his voice… it soothed me in ways I couldn’t explain. I was barely aware of his words, just the sound of him calling my name, telling me it was okay."Emerson, is that you?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper."Yes, it's me. Open the door, Mina."The reality of it hit me. I had been trapped in a nightmare, my heart frozen with terror, bu
I started scribbling on the piece of paper.[I can't do this anymore. I'm going to kill myself.]I set the pen down and exhaled. "Okay, I'm done."Madeline narrowed her eyes. "What did you write so fast?"She stalked toward me, snatched the paper out of my hands, and read it. Her expression darkened, and before I could brace myself, she slapped me hard across the face. The force nearly knocked me out of the chair.A sharp sting spread across my cheek, my vision blurred for a second. My entire face tingled from the impact, and I gritted my teeth, refusing to let a single tear fall.Who knew I would ever be in this situation? Kidnapped at gunpoint. Forced to write my own suicide letter.Madeline took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. Then she smirked."You're smart, Mina. We can argue about a lot of things, but not that. You're a smart little thing, a devious little thing. That’s how you got Emerson i
Madeline’s grip on my arm became almost painful. I could feel the gun on my side, like a silent, invisible threat.I forced a laugh, shaking my head. "Oh, you know... My condition." I gestured vaguely at myself. "It’s still hard for me to get up, takes a while to get out of bed. I was sleeping."Tom stared at me, his eyes searching my face as if he was trying to read through my words.Then, finally, he gave a slow nod. "Okay."But he still didn’t leave."Can I come in?" he asked. "I can give you some company.""No!" The word shot out of my mouth too fast, too loud, too desperate.Madeline pressed the gun against my side, a silent threat, a warning that made my blood turn cold.Tom’s frown deepened.I forced another smile, shaking my head quickly. "I mean—no, it’s okay. I was sleeping. I don’t need company right now."I gave an awkward laugh, motioning toward the inside of the apartment. "If you came in, you’d just be sitting alone because I’m going back to bed."Tom didn’t look conv
"I'm sorry, Madeline, I swear I didn’t—""Just tell me why!" she shouted to my face, her voice filled with frustration.I was shaking, my throat dry, my mind running a mile a minute. "I don't know, okay? Maybe because he was there. He was nice. He was understanding, and he made me feel safe. He made me happy. He made me feel like I could be the person I wanted to be." My voice cracked, and I rushed to explain, desperate for her to believe me. "It was never about his age, Madeline. I always thought he was cute, you know? I always thought he was really handsome. And then when we slept together, I realized I could have everything I ever wanted with him, okay? I'm sorry. I really didn’t know—"She let out a cold laugh, cutting me off. "You're not sorry. Stop trying to act like some innocent girl who thought he was ‘the one.’"Her voice was mocking, twisting my words into something dirty."You don’t even love him. Not really. You love the things he represents." She took a step closer, he
"I'm not going to say anything, Madeline," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I swear, I won’t tell anyone anything. Please, nobody even knows."She laughed again. A slow, mocking laugh that sent chills down my spine. Then, she moved closer, sitting right beside me on the bed."Do you think I’m stupid?" she asked, her voice eerily calm."No," I said quickly, shaking my head.Without warning, she pulled out a pocket knife and flicked it open. The sharp blade glinted under the dim light. My breath caught in my throat as she dragged the cold metal slowly across my face, tracing the curve of my cheek.I shut my eyes tight, bracing myself for the sharp pain, for the knife to sink into my skin. But then, just as quickly as she started, she pulled it away.I opened my eyes cautiously and saw her snap the pocket knife shut, slipping it back into the pocket of her black jeans.She smirked. "What do you think, Mina?"I swallowed hard. "I—I don’t know.""Of course, you don’t."Her tone turned tho