Ethan's POVIt was a few days after Amelia returned from the hospital that she finally got to tell me the report. I, myself, was too impatient to wait, so I put a call to Tye to ask all the questions that raced in my head:"Good morning, Tye," it was the early hours of the morning when I called him. I had left the room for Amelia and made my way to the living room, I didn't want to wake her when I made the decision.I sat down on a couch to have my discussion, the sitting position wasn't too good and I laid down on the couch. "Good morning, sir," Tye greeted in reciprocation, "how is the home?" He asked again and I told him how fine we are, although we aren't. The courage to lay down on the same bed with Amelia to have sex triggers the resting blood in my veins to pump harder than normal. "Tell me everything," I told him and he began a tale of his own. Of all the doctor said, what I picked in his words was the part of the report that talks about Amelia being ninety nine point nine
Amelia's POVI have come to realize that Pamela is a not-so-strong lady, medically. Maybe she is medically strong. She probably did not treat herself too well before coming to work at the mansion due to lack of funds. Pamela had fallen ill days after the night Ethan and I talked about his visit to the hospital. Tye came over to the house to have her blood samples, he complained that he needs the sample for a good medicine prescription when I asked if Pam is pregnant."I need to know what exactly is wrong and how strong it has become in her system, Mrs. Blackwood," Tye explained when I asked him the question ."Are you saying you can't predict pregnancy right now?" I pestered and he shook his head, "these are also signs of pregnancy but I still doubt she is pregnant. Does she go out?"Does she even go out? I asked myself, shaking my head as an answer. The mall is the only place she visits to purchase stuff for the house, salad, especially. What if she visits a man on her way bac
Ethan's POV"Would you want to go to Spain and have a boutique ?" I asked one weekend. The both of us were seated outside the house in the veranda, glasses of juice were placed on the table. "What did you say?" The confused woman turned to ask me, Pamela had left for the mall to purchase something quickly and I took the opportunity to pop my question."Would you want to have a boutique in Spain, Amelia Blackwood?" I asked again, adding her names as honorifics to the statement. She still had a confused look on her face, unsure of what to say."A boutique in Spain?""Yes, Amelia. What do you think?" "We didn't sign up for this, either. Did we?" She said, stuttering with her words. All I did was smile, nod my head and say, "I know.""I am only supposed to bear you a son while you help me with my revenge mission, isn't it?" She asked again and I smiled before nodding, "I know, Amelia." "Why are you being too nice?" She asked this time, the woman totally forgot she was sipping juice
Amelia's POVAt first, when Ethan asked if I would love to have a boutique in Spain, I thought I did not hear him well. And when I was finally sure I heard him clearly, I thought it was some joke to get my attention. The month of April passed months ago and it looked very real after some time. I remember I had several stutters before coming up with the answer to all of his questions. The dreams I once had as a young lady years back are beginning to become reality, it all looks like it will manifest already, it told me in my ears, "give me some time and see for yourself what will happen." Of course, I am willing to give it some time. I had lost faith in my dreams months back, even when the contract between Ethan and I was signed, it still did not change anything, not one bit. Ethan is a good man, I finally told myself after the conversation with him, I finally admitted he is a selfless person, too, what type of man does things outside the wedding contract? Good things, things th
Luke's POVIsabella and I are into a relationship, finally. Some of the men from the bar are aware of my relationship with her, including the barman that serves me drinks anytime I visit.If we are ever going to meet, it is always at the bar, until recently when I visited her at the house, making a mistake I never planned to make.It was the weekend and work free day, Isabella and I had an appointment and I was left with no choice than to lie to Scarlett, "we have clothings to deliver, baby," I told her that morning when we woke up."On a weekend?" She cried, running into my arms. "Not this morning," I said on second thought. What will I be doing at Isabella's house throughout the day? We will meet by evening, I told myself, holding Scarlett closer to my chest. It did not take long for her to buy my words, "I will make your favourite meal for dinner," she promised, planting a kiss on my lips and I did not waste time in kissing her, taking it to another level of steamy sex with Is
Luke's POVIsabella joined me on the bed and the next minute, we were naked and under the duvet. I slid into her in seconds, she moaned loudly, unlike Scarlett that moans very softly."Ah!" She called my name, I came out of her and thrust in again, causing a louder moan to escape her lips."Say my name," I instructed her and she gasped for some time before my name escaped her lips. "L_u_k_e," she stuttered and I smiled.We stayed in a position for sometime, unmoving. I jerked off from her and spilled my liquid on the floor, Isabella smiled, she was satisfied with a job well done and I was happy to see satisfaction written on her face. "Thank you," she muttered, managing to sit up, she squatted on the bed, beside me and I looked at the wall clock. "10PM," I cried, looking at Isabella's face, Scarlett would eat me raw, I imagined, visualising her screams and yelling when I got back to the house."You are the man of the house, remember?" The woman teased and I nodded. Of course, I can
Scarlett's POVI don't know what has happened, and I can not place my hands on whatever has happened. Luke, himself, had told me himself and his Boss, they don't work on Sundays the first month into our wedding and it is the truth.How did they work last Sunday, from morning until evening time? It is beginning to hurt me that I can't reach out to his Boss, a man Luke spoke to over the phone, severally, almost everyday. He did not make any calls before leaving the house as usual, nor did he take much with him the usual file except an ordinary purse and this never happened whenever he was prepared to leave for work. I stayed back at the veranda, thinking of a good way to get the truth from Luke for myself and by myself. But, then, I realized how dumb I was. How can I not know where and who exactly my husband works with? What if he is some thief or gangster that punishes citizens of the state, even the country as a whole?No, I shrugged off those thoughts that raced in my head and mi
Amelia's POV"Shhh," he said in my ears, I moved to the rhythm, allowing him to penetrate while I wallowed in the new heaven I was carried to. **FlashbackIt was a Sunday, the beginning of another week. Pamela went to church alone, I asked that the driver take her, giving her one of my cellphones to use when the service ended. It ended and she called the driver to come pick her up again. Getting back to the house, lunch was prepared_white rice and vegetable sauce, it was Ethan's suggestion and I didn't mind granting him a small favour on a Sunday afternoon.We dined outside the apartment, under an orchard tree that grows in the compound. Pamela took more than her normal quantity of food, telling me how sweet the sauce is. "Ma," she called and I looked up to her from where I sat."Can we make this some other time, even without uncle asking for it?" She begged and I nodded, "ofcourse." The doctor himself adviced I and Pamela to take more vegetables than snacky meals, and more water th
Ethan's POV I slept soundly that hour, almost dreaming when a hand hit me. At first, I thought it was in my dream, or a mis-thought. The hand butted me again, and I jumped up on the bed. “What is it?” I asked Amelia, she held onto the edge of the bed, gasping for air. “What is it?!” I asked again, holding her hand. “I think the babies are coming.” I thought I didn't hear the words clearly until she repeated them again, Pamela's name filled my mouth the next moment. I was more confused and hurt when Amelia burst out crying, it was in the early hours of the morning and definitely not the right time for this. Whatever it is that she felt must have hurt, deeply. “Pamela!” I screamed the young lady's name again, higher than the former pitch and tone. I heard the door of her room creak, and footsteps were heard. She was on her way. “What is it?” The confused woman asked, rushing to Amelia's side. “I think the babies are coming, uncle.” Of course, I know. The only thing I d
Amelia's POVThings got better.I moved on from the pain that came with Scarlett's death. The rest of the men who worked with Luke were apprehended days after we returned from the burial.“He promised to go the day after we visited.” Ethan said, taking it personally.“At least, they've gone.” I said, giving him a reason to be calm.Their trial came up in a few weeks. Mother and Father call to speak with me over the phone once in a while, there was a feeling that comes with speaking to them.I finally see myself having more than just a contract with Ethan.He is a sweet man, and very supportive – he stayed by my side all through the period of my mourning.“I love you.” I remember the words he said to me that day in the room – on the bed.I
Amelia's POVIt was barely a month and Scarlett's funeral was organized.Ethan stayed by my side all through, he took a leave from work just to be with me. Pamela on the other side can be sweet, and even sweeter. It dawned on me even more and more that my sister is dead.“We'll visit the police station today,” Ethan announced one morning. “Get ready.”“Why?”“What do you mean?” He asked, turning to face me. “You've not had a conversation with your sister's killer since the day it happened. Don't you want to see him?”“I don't know.”I thought about it. I wanted to see Luke, I ended up deciding, I took my bath later that evening and was ready to see him.Luke Oren.“Can I come with you?” Pamela beg
Tessa's POVI did not scream enough when the nurse told us the latest development.“We are sorry, but we lost her.”Amelia screamed at the top of her voice, loudly. It felt like a competition between the both of us.Carl was speechless, he did not hold me when I started moving, and screaming. I saw Amelia's husband hold her, speaking into her ears.We were allowed to walk to the ward, where we saw my daughter's lifeless body.Scarlett was really unmoving, she has never been this way since she was born.“Wake up!” Amelia screamed, Ethan still held her, so did the young girl who came with them to the hospital.We were making so much noise in the hospital premises. A doctor walked in, looked at the scene, then at Amelia, who was on the floor already.&
Luke's POVI did not hit Scarlett that hard, how did she faint?She is pregnant, I forgot to remind myself when the thoughts of hitting her came racing in my head.How did she discover the passcode to my box? It is something I will never tell her, and a code that will take days to digest.When I had first used the code, I wrote the numbers on a paper for future reference, just in case I forgot during the period.Now, what?She had done more than herself by discovering the code and even searching the box and invading my privacy.What hurt more is the fact that I did not finish hiding everything before the arrival of the police. How far can I hide the box? They will always get hold of it after a thorough research in the house.The moment I hit her, she fell to the floor, and I noticed blood flowing f
Amelia's POVMy return back to New York was a peaceful one. The customers and neighbours back in Spain felt a bit bad when I announced my leave to them."Visit us again."The woman who visited the house during our first visit hugged myself and Pamela severally, asking the poor girl to take care of me.We landed in New York late afternoon, I beeped Ethan to come pick us up and take us to the house. I was still mad at him for the statement he made over the phone months ago.Still, I acted like nothing was wrong.Pamela did it again, she went ahead to tell him everything that happened. I was not asleep when he walked into the room that afternoon, almost asleep but not sleeping, the conversation was shifted to hours later.We lived peacefully once again.Pamela resumed her work in the house, as usual. Ve
Scarlett's POVLuke has refused to go to work since the last time he walked in while I cleaned the house. Maybe he did not refuse, I don't know. However, he stayed back at home with me almost every day._and went to Jessica's house most times.I no longer heard Isabella's name from his mouth, all he ever did was scream Jessica's over the phone.And come back to the house with her smell.I still recognized her smell, since the last time I caught them both on the bed, her smell refused to leave my nostrils and I reacted each time I noticed it.Not to Luke, but to myself.That night, he came home drunk, calling the woman's name at the top of his voice.“Get me water.” He commanded, his voice was improper.He talked like he would hit me if I refus
Ethan's POVCoping with staying alone again wasn't so easy that very moment I dropped her off at the airport.I literally cried on my way back home.It wasn't as smooth as I imagined it would go.The men and I fixed a date to see each other at the office, but my illness did not let me go on the supposed day.I woke up weak, and tired.The wall clock stared right in my face, asking me to get ready for work already. But I was too tired, my head was banging, and my body refused to move.I fell back to the bed, wishing for Amelia to return once again and take care of me like I want to be taken care of.We talked severally over the phone, it was almost her time to deliver the babies and according to the plan, she would be in New York very soon.In a few months.&nb
Amelia's POVDays after Scarlett reached out to me, I packed my box in advance for my trip back to Spain.A part of me wanted to stay back with Ethan, feel loved and hang out with him like I always want to. I wanted to be treated nicely before leaving New York, but how was I going to tell him what I wanted?I packed my things, quietly.It was just me at home, I put a call to Pamela the day before to announce my trip to her.“How soon?” She yelled over the phone in excitement.I expected the reaction, she has missed me so much, more than I miss her. I know from the way she called almost every day to ask after my health.“In a few days.” I announced, I wasn't sure of the day — yet. What I did was give her a heads-up on what would happen very soon.Now that I pa