When Elena's phone began to ring one early morning, she reached for it quite lazily. But as she checked the screen, it wasn't a call; it was an alarm with bold letters screaming: "AND IT'S THE 6TH MONTH!"At first, her brain was blank and couldn't process the meaning of this. Or even remember when she'd set the alarm. Then she did. And with it came her own shouting."Woohoo!"She jumped out of bed and headed straight to the shower. It was when the water hit her that she realized she was still in her nightgown. Frustrated and laughing hysterically, she pulled it off her body and shouted the more. "It's the sixth month, it's the sixth month," she sang as she thoroughly scrubbed the sponge all over body. "My baby is going to open his eyes to the world once again in a million years! Woohoo!"With her naked body plastered with lather, she stood in front of her mirror and held a shampoo bottle as a microphone and sang sweet nonsense. She gyrated to the sound of the shower, twisting and rol
"Liam!" Elena shrieked and went close to the bed. After some seconds, she sat, jittery and fidgety.Joy erupted in the hospital room. Aunty Rebecca broke down in tears. Mr Paul made muted sounds of happiness. Mr Griffin said, "Such a wonderful occasion."Just behind Elena, Oliver exclaimed, "Yes!" and gave the air an uppercut.James said, "Thank goodness."Ethan only smiled, inching closer to the bed.Elena watched Liam. He was yet to open his eyes. But his fingers had begun to move more repeatedly now.Then the muscles of his forehead moved. His lips flinched. He moved his neck to the left, then straight up. Elena stared at these movements like it was a show of art and magic. He was about to open his eyes.Elena leaned closer, breathless. Then he did open them.They were very reddish. He opened them a slit at first, then widened up.Elena felt a rush of emotions as she watched her husband come back to life. She barely stopped herself from jumping on him."Shouldn't the doctor be call
Liam allowed himself to be led through high gates. Which opened up to a magnificent mansion. "Hey," he said with a laugh "I've been here before."The lady they called Elena turned to him immediately. "Yes, yes, my husband. This is your house. You own all of this splendor and wealth.""I do?" That was so pleasing to him. Or was she just pulling her legs? "You aren't making jest of me, are you?" he asked."Of course not, sir," she answered. "You are Liam Hemsworth, the wealthiest man in New York."As she spoke, she began to cry. Asides from irritation, Liam felt a kind of pity towards this lady. And she was damn hot."Are you a maid in the house?""No, darling," she cried. "I am your wife. Your lawfully wedded wife."Now there goes the lie again, he thought. He leaned forward. "Now, listen to real good, woman, I don't know the stunt you are trying to pull. Neither do I know what you intend to achieve by these lies. But let it be known to you that I am not married. I am a single hot man
Elena felt her pussy walls ripped apart as he dug in and out of her. She screamed and grunted and hissed, but still held on tight to his shoulders.A framed picture fell and broke in pieces. Their lips and tongues battled themselves. Elena couldn't get enough of the taste of his mouth.He eased her down from her, and made her stand to her feet. Without being prompted, she turned her back to him and placed her fingers on the wall. "That's my girl," he grunted, as he held her butt cheeks apart and flawlessly fitted his large cock into her.She stood on her toes, gritted her teeth as he fucked her from behind. She was gasping for air, her moans robbed her of her breath. The deliciousness of his cock was so steady and vibrating that she didn't hold on for too long.Barely three minutes into this position, she squeaked, "I'm about to come.""Yeah, me too," he growled. "But I'm not letting go.""I'd never let you go," she said, and shut her eyes as her husband dealt her doses of pleasure a
"A month has passed since you recovered from the coma," Liam's father told him one day in Liam's room. "Are you sure you still don't grasp anything?"Liam had a frown on his face. Why was this old shaky father of his in his room? It was barely morning."What's that face for?" his father asked. "You can't say you don't recognize me, too. I raised you from day one. You can't—""I never said I don't recognize you," Liam said through gritted teeth. "Neither am I worried about recognizing anything. I can remember pretty well who I am." Again, anger welled up inside him. The more these people told him that he had lost his memory, the more he believed it. And the more his belief grew, the more he was agonized, because he tried so hard to remember. This constant terror pushed him away from coming home. That was why he preferred to stay in the club all night, and returned only when he believed they were all asleep."Do you remember you had an accident?" his father asked for the umpteenth time
Elena woke up one morning with dizziness and fever. "No, no, no," she said when she discovered this. "This is totally wrong timing. I need to stay strong and coach Liam back to his memories."But when she tried to take a few steps from her bedside towards the bathroom, she swayed. She had to hold on to a wall to keep steady.A bitter smile broke out on her face. What was this evil that threatened to come upon her? she thought. She stood gawking at a sitting photograph of her. And Liam. Their wedding picture. She picked it up and stared at it, running a finger on it. Liam had this superior, relaxed smile on his face. While she... Well, she smiled as though something was about to go terribly wrong, and only her smile would hold the evil off.She scoffed amusedly and a glaze entered her eyes. Nothing had really changed about Liam's face, or hers. Even though Rosa was beginning to make a fuss of late. "You are beginning to look like Liam!" she had cried, throwing her fingers to her fore
"Don't fight it."Ethan had to repeat it to further break Elena's defense. She was a tough loyalist, who was so large on being faithful to her husband. Not once had he tried to get through her wall, but she was adamant. Here was his chance. It was now or never. He inched closer to her face. But she was moving away. "I just said Liam isn't home," he said. "He left a minute after you two had that fight in the pool.""You were there?"He nodded. "And the guards, too. We watched it. But we were poised to help you if it got out of hand."Her face dampened. "You were waiting for things to get out of hand? Before you would interfere?"He swallowed. Here comes the Elena outwitting Prowess, he thought with despair. He was losing this moment. By God, this woman was slipping from him!"You're taking it too far," he pushed. "We knew Liam wouldn't do anything stupid. You survived it, see?" He almost added "Let's not ruin this moment, Elena."He stared at her, waiting for her verdict. Her face wa
Guilt painted black everything Elena tried to do. Her thoughts were always dotted with the knowledge that she had just laid with her husband's step brother.Even though she was drunk that night, she could remember every detail of what happened. She could have stopped it from happening, could have pushed him away, just as she had been going. But she didn't. She gave up when the finishing tape was in sight. Her grief and agony about how terribly Liam treated her had gotten the best of her, and she crumbled woefully. Now, she not only worried about Liam finding out, but she also had Ethan to deal with. There was a tenacious tension that existed between them. At the office when she tried to speak to him, she couldn't hold his eyes. But he held hers perfectly well, and even put in some cocky smiles.Elena had officially joined Plum."Ma'am," the phlegmatic maid said one day, "I realised you look a bit sick. Have you thought about seeing the doctor?"To this, Elena smiled and shook her he