Amelia's POV
The clothes from Dubai, after so much anticipation, arrived about two weeks ago, coupled with the decorating team. All my plans happened the way I wanted it too, leaving me with no choice than to prepare for a brief visit to my country.
Now was the right time for me to leave for New York, at least, to see the doctor and check on my baby's health.
_and maybe it's gender.
I had barely seen a doctor here in Spain, not any at all. It should not be so. As a pregnant woman, I have been too busy and lazy to do this responsibility which is very necessary. Accepting the fact that I am pregnant still freaks me out, anyway, even with my already big stomach and navel.
On the morning of the arrival of my goods from the foreign country, I woke up with a hang on my stomach.
I didn't eat the previous night, I recalled, I simply to
Amelia's POV“Please, fasten your seatbelts,” the air hostess' voice sounded from a place I did not see in the plane. I struggled with the belt, adjusting the leather to fit with my bulging stomach. “Here,” I muttered, smiling. I peeped to see humans and objects become smaller and smiled at the nostalgia critic feeling I felt.“I am going to New York,” it dawned on me. Do I really want to go? I asked myself, smiling. Of course, I want to, I want to see Ethan, hug him maybe and plant a kiss on his lips.I arrived at the airport in New York in no time, dragging my big box behind me. I changed the notes from Spain to New York dollars and made my way to the park, searching for a cab that will convey me to the mansion.Pictures of the boutique were taken days ago before I started preparing for my trip back to my state and country. It was posted on all my social platforms, at least, the people and citizens should know I am married to a good man. I am also having the best of my life
Scarlett's POVEver since the last scene in the room; seeing Luke with some woman I have never met before, I stayed back at the house, always.I cannot leave the house again for my parent's, or even the mall. He constantly does the shopping, after all.“Hey,” is one of the words he uses for me, referring to me like I am nobody to him. It was a week after the day he was caught, when he woke up to make silly demands.“I am not in the mood,” I simply said, “go ahead and meet with one of your girls. They are ever willing to help you out.”What kind of man doesn't apologize for his misdeed to his wife? He was caught red-handed and acted like nothing ever happened.Like he did nothing wrong. And then, he wakes up one morning to ask me for sex. I will not give it to him, I concluded in my head, shifting on the b
Carl's POVEver since Margaret resumed work at the house as a maid and chef, Tessa has never been this lazy.I talked to her about it one day, and it escalated to a big problem. This lasted for over two days.It was in the evening when I mustered enough courage, finally, to talk to her about it. We were having a good time, seated on the veranda, sipping extracted oranges from a glass. “Don't you think you have become lazy already, Tessa?” I started, remembering the maid was out of the house to purchase stuff from the mall. At least, if she is going to react; Margaret was far away from the house to see a part of her I don't want her to see.Not yet. “I don't understand you, honey,” she said, dropping the glass of juice Margaret served her before leaving, on the table. “What do you mean?”“Never mind.” I said, hating myself for starting an issue I cannot finish.“Tell me,” she urged with a smile, deceiving me to continue the discussion with her. “Let's talk, Carl.” “Ever since
Tessa's POVIt was shocking news to me that morning when I woke up.Carl's eyes were fixed on his phone, he was seated on one of the couches in the living room, smiling with a sad expression on his face.My intentions were to tell him I would love to go to the mall, and ask if there was something he needed for the day, or from the mall.“What is it, honey?” I questioned, taking a seat by his side. “Are you okay?” I asked again, settling on the two-seaters couch, adjusting to his side too.“You haven't seen this?” He questioned, turning to fix his gaze on me properly.I was just waking from my sleep, did he not see that? It was what I thought I should ask him. He was obviously not in a good mood, and I withdrew my words.“No, I haven't.” I said, looking at the screen of his phone
Scarlett's POVOver and over again, the rape incident continued; everywhere in the house.Luke took me by the walls of the room, the bathroom when I took my bath and even in the living room, against my wish.It was another week to the experience when I stirred on the bed during the dark hour. I looked at my thigh and noticed how hurt I was. I managed to walk to the drawer on the other side of the room to have the lubricant, and balm he purchased a few weeks ago.I walked back to my position in the bed and took my seat while I applied the cream on myself. Furthermore, I returned to sleep in no time and woke up hours later to see it was dawn already.“Make something for me, I'm hungry.” Someone's voice woke me up, finally, and I sat up on the bed.Luke.He was at it again, I realized, guessing he would rape me
Amelia's POVI left early that morning to get vegetables from the market.Ethan was at it again, asking I eat more veggies than the normal diet that could help, even more than the leaves he wants in my food.Thankfully, I have a car that can take me anywhere in the city. I woke up, my stomach made a sound at some point, and I looked carefully to see the movement of the baby. He or she was fighting with something again, I realized, yelping quietly at the sharp pain it gave me.“Are you okay?” Ethan turned to face me, asking.“Yes.” I told him, leaving the bedside and finding my way to the kitchen.I was famished. I went to bed without being filled the night before, all I did was fix something for myself and Ethan, in advance before he leaves for work.I went into frying potatoes, I haven't h
Scarlett's POVI sobbed on my sister's lap, ready to say my story.I didn't cry because of what I have been through in the hands of Luke, I did but also because of how much I missed her.It felt more than good laying on her laps, sobbing.“Tell me.” She cried, handing the tissue she brought from the diner to me.“Wipe your tears, I'm with you, Scarlett.”Another person joined us.I heard footsteps and when I turned to see who it was, I saw him.Ethan Blackwood.His face had the signs of someone that slept on it, I guessed immediately what he had been up to since, even before I walked into the house.“Who is she?” His calm, but deep voice asked softly. I looked away and laid my head on Amelia's lap again,
Amelia's POVI thought it was a dream, at first.Seeing Scarlett a day before still looked new to me, like it was happening that moment.Or rather, in my dreams.She looked quite lean, I seem to be fatter than she is. Courtesy of getting pregnant for a man I am indebted to.Scarlett's tears the day before broke my heart. I should have sent her away the very moment I met her at the gate.The way she rested and leaned on the iron jar softened a part of me that should not be touched.I know she expected the worst, it was all over her face when I made my moves to and fro the house. I felt for her, how can Luke be so wicked?Ethan will never treat me that way, I can vouch. I can't be so sure, anyway. Luke was a sweet guy, I would not believe some other victim if not Scarlett, I sho