Luke's POVDays passed and the beginning of a new week became the weekend. I made Scarlett give me what I wanted, in the morning when I woke up and at night, before going to sleep.“Cook for me.” I did not forget to add the very moment I finished with her in the morning. And at night, she sobbed in the toilet while cleaning herself.Don't blame me, I wanted to tell her.Did she not know what she was getting into when she had sex with me behind Amelia's back? Who would think I will remain loyal to her after marriage, for the rest of my life?On Friday, I left the house for an eatery in the city.Eating out was what I yearned for, with one of the women, perhaps.It was always Jessica, Isabella and I do not get to see and talk as usual anymore. I miss touching her buttocks, but now, ther
Amelia's POVThe weather, as usual, tortured me and the babies. There never passed a day when I did not take a warm bath, due to the weather and Ethan's disturbance and care for the babies.Maybe myself too.It was the day when Scarlett and I planned to see each other. I woke up to recall our planned meeting that morning.Ethan got up a while later, asking if I still remembered the arrival of my sister at the house.“Yes.” I told him.Was he or did he think I'll forget it just like that? Of all things to forget, not my meeting with Scarlett.Ethan, as sweet as he is and has become, asked if he should order some food from a restaurant in town, if I wasn't too fit to proceed with the cooking.“No,” I told him. “I'll cook before she arrives.”&nbs
Scarlett's POVI was beyond shocked when Amelia said the news to me. All I did to conceal my shock and disappointment in Luke was act like I didn't care.Why would he embarrass me in such a way? I was getting used to getting raped every night and in the morning before getting up from the bed, and now it's this.A part of me did not believe it when Amelia and Ethan talked about Luke, being a human trafficker. I wanted to shout at them, then ask them to close their mouths and stop giving out fake news to me.Now, why should I not believe them? Everything is glaring at me in the face. Why does Luke have a box I don't have the passcode to, as his wife? Ethan will never try something as such with Amelia, will he? I asked myself several times.To avoid suspicions from my husband, and even my parents: I took a cab to their house, to see them.Mother was excited to see me when she saw me standing at the door of her home. “Scarlett.” She called, smiling. The door was opened to my size and
Ethan's POVMy relationship with Amelia has bloomed into something more sweeter. Sweeter than I ever expected. The men and I planned a meeting at the office days ago and I, on the other hand, planned to take them to a restaurant too, to have lunch.I woke up with my back aching that morning. My head ached as well when I sat up on the bed. I made my way to the bathroom for a quick and hot bath before proceeding to the room again.Amelia was up by this time. I greeted, with a smile crowning my face, and my hands, holding the towel round my waist, tightly."Did you sleep well?" I shyly asked. I don't know the reason behind me getting shy, suddenly: I nodded, looked away and made for the wardrobe to dress up quickly.Amelia's face and smile is a distraction to my early presence at the office. She left the room to prepare something for me to eat. I know.I dressed in a hurry and made for the diner area. Food was ready, a part of me thought of this beautiful treat coming to an end very so
Luke's POVThe last time I got laid with Scarlett was a week ago. The day I planned to, I returned home drunk to meet her staring at me. She said something I did not hear clearly.The next thing happened, I was thrown onto the bed. And a woman lay next to my side. I saw these things, but was too drunk and tried to see what was happening.It was past midnight when I tossed on the bed to see her by my side. She slept on the far end of the bed, avoiding me, perhaps. I was clearly not desiring sex, or rape, as she may have been tagging it.I jumped off the bed and made it to the bathroom safely, without staggering or falling to the floor, unlike hours ago. I did my thing in a hurry and returned to the room, Scarlett changed her posture, from a free one to a tight one.She looked like she was doing all of these to avoid me, getting down with her on the bed. I wasn't in the mood,
Scarlet's POVLuke has not changed, not yet, as I thought. The day after, he came home drunk, I was raped the next morning.“I don't want it.” I told him severally, wishing and hoping he would get off me and leave me alone.But, no. Luke did not stop thrusting.He went deeper before spilling his liquid in me, then jumped off me, and the bed.I hate him!There were words I did not stop saying to myself when he went into the bathroom. I must have been very obvious, I no longer hid my hate for him.I still stayed on the bed when he got back into the room. The look on his face was like that of someone asking why I am still on the bed, but I didn't care. My legs and thighs were hurting, did he expect me to walk out of the room when I am yet to feel better?He left the room for the kitchen, I guess.
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
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