Izabelle was shocked the moment she opened the bathroom door. Her eyes widened at the scene that she met the moment she came out of the bathroom. She had spent more than an hour there and after thinking things through, she decided to come out as it was not as if she was planning to spend the rest of the night there. “Wh…what?”Her eyes fell on the man who was sitting on the floor. He had been sitting there with his back to the door and had he not managed to stabilize himself, he would have fallen backward and landed on his back on the floor. “Iza.”Marcel stood up as soon as he saw her come out of the bathroom and he immediately walked to her and held her arms. “Are you okay?”“I…I’m fine. What were you doing here? You would have hurt yourself.”“I was just waiting for you. You're good now?”“Yeah. I…I’m so…sorry for speaking rudely at you,” she apologized. After sitting in the bathroom for more than an hour, she had retained everything that happened and after thinking, she realiz
“See? I'm bold. I pulled away all my clothes,” Izabelle said as she stared directly into Marcel’s eyes. He looked down on her and feeling his hot gaze on her body, Izabelle gasped and wrapped her hands around her body in a futile attempt to hide her nakedness from him. He burst out laughing. “You think that's hiding anything?”“Wh…what?”“You think you're hiding something from me? That's such a futile attempt.”“I’m…I’m… we should shower already. We’ve been here long enough.”“Right, sweetheart.”Marcel moved them under the shower and immediately turned on the shower in full blast causing Izabelle to gasp in shock. It was cold water. “You didn’t tell me that we’re going to bathe in cold water, Marcel,” she complained through the water running across her face. “Don’t worry. You’re going to need it.”Her hair was wet already and she removed the few strands of hair that were sticking to her face. The water was hella cold. How could he turn on cold water at this time of the night? Does
“Ma…Marcel,” Izabelle called softly. “Yes, sweetheart?”“Wh…what are you doing?”“Scrubbing you, obviously.”“Is this really bathing?” She asked him, her innocent eyes peering at him. “Of course. You naughty girl, are you thinking that we’re something else?”“I’m not thinking about anything.”“Then relax, let's get you cleaned up.”She nodded and seeing that, he smirked at her before continuing his business on her body. She was starting to feel uncomfortable with how sensual he was cleaning her up. From her boobs, his sponge trailed to her abdomen and rubbed her there. He knelt down on the tiled floor like she had done the other time. “Hold on tight and rest your back on the wall.”She did as he asked and rested her back on the tiled wall and swallowed when his hands raised her legs up. Goodness! She was fully exposed to him. Like exposed. He was seeing everything and every corner of her. She wanted to cover her face but knowing him, he was going to tease her about it. His spong
“Ma…Marcel,” Izabelle moaned. “I know, baby, I know.”His hands moved slowly down to her butt and squeezed her there. Good lord! She was so soft. Every part of her body was soft. From her neck, he made his way to her breasts. They have been standing up and waiting for his attention and he finally decides to give it to them. His mouth took one in and gave it a hard suck causing Izabelle’s hands to fall on his head as she tried to push him away from her sensitive breast but her hands were too weak to do so and they just stayed on his head. “Ahh ah,” she panted and moaned loudly as he tugged on her nipple harshly before coating it with his tongue and moving to the other breast. He paid that one the same attention. Her need tripled and she started rubbing her thighs together as the throbbing down there became too much for her to handle. “No, please, she cried as Marcel pushed her to the wall and separated her thighs before moving his knees in between them. “Please what?” “Pl…please
The light ray coming from the window woke Ruby up from her sleep. She raised her hands to block the light from her eyes before she groaned and sat up straight on the bed. “Ahh fuck! My body aches,” she groaned and held her head with her hands. Her head ached like hell. What the fuck happened to her? This headache was going to kill her. She felt like someone was behind her hitting her head with a hammer.Ruby yawned before removing her head from her hands and raising her head to look at her surroundings. “Oh my, Jesus,” she muttered in shock as she stared at the room that she just woken up in. This surely wasn’t her room nor does she have any room like this in her house and there was no room like this in her father’s house either. Where is this place? She frowned as she kicked the blanket away from her body to see what she was wearing. She was only in her panties and lace bra. Goodness! What happened to her? Different ‘what ifs’ started flowing into her head and she could now pictu
She raised her hand and snatched his nose mask from his face. Her eyes widened. What the fuck? What was he doing here? “You? Roman Cavanaugh?” She gasped. “Me? Were you expecting someone else?” His lots twitched. “Too bad it's only me. Where do you think you're going to after that stunt you put on last night?”“I wasn't expecting anybody. And what stunt are you talking about? How did I even get here in the first place.”Ruby’s shoulders relaxed as she knew that it was just him and not anybody bad or someone who kidnapped her. But wait! Who told her that he wasn't bad, huh? How come she already trusts him after just meeting him twice or so? “You don't remember?”“I don't remember anything. Just tell me already. I'm having a really bad headache.”“You are. What did you expect after last night? You drank four bottles of beer.”“Four bottles?”“Yes, four bottles.”“Just four?”Roman frowned at her words. He was expecting her to be shocked that she drank a whole four bottles of beer.
Ruby’s face fell after he told her the whole gist of what happened the previous night. Her eyes widened as he finished speaking. Did she really do all of that? She could only remember little bits of everything that he was telling her right now. She was finding it hard to believe that she would actually do something like that. “D…did we do…do it?”“You would have known if we did. I don't take advantage of drunk girls who can't control how they drink.”She sighed in relief. To think that she didn't even think of his possibility before or tried to see if she had sex the moment she woke up. She must be so stupid. “I was just emotional yesterday. It's not like I plan to drink until I get drunk.”“Forget about that. Those are all in the past. Come on, I made breakfast.”“You did?”“Yes. After drinking that herbal medicine, you must be so hungry. Follow me,” he ordered as he stood up from the couch heading in the direction he walked into the other time and when they got to the dining, he d
“Officially Mrs Wilson,” Izabelle chanted as she held their red marriage card as they both held hands coming out of the civil affairs bureau where they had just registered their marriage. Yeah, you read right. They were officially husband and wife in the eyes of the law. “Go in, wife.” Getting to the parking lot of the bureau, Marcel opened the front seat door for Izabelle, and smiling cheekily, she got into the car and closed the door while Marcel turned around to get into the driver's seat.“Are you sure we made the right decision by registering our marriage before we had a proper wedding? I feel like the people around us are going to be angry when they find out that we got married without their notice. Rosie, Ruby, Grandfather, your parents. They’re going to be angry,” Izabelle said out her worries to him. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’re adults and can make our own decisions. They’re not going to say anything, okay? It’s our decision. Besides, it’s not as if we aren’t going to h
~Eight Months And Some Weeks Later~“You know I'm not going to get into that thing, honey,” Marcel complained as he looked at the two of them. The two most important people in his life. Izabelle and Rosie. He was standing in between them and they were peering at him, begging him to do their bidding. Having two women in life is so stressful. He can't wait for the baby in Izabelle’s womb. The family of three was in a park. They came to have fun as it was a holiday and the mother and daughter duo were begging that Marcel get into the roller coaster with Rosie as her mother was heavily pregnant and would not be able to accompany the child up there. But Marcel was still traumatized from his last time getting on a roller coaster and had sworn that there was nothing in this world that would push him to get up there again. “Please, Daddy. Just this one time. I promise it won't be as bad as the last. Don't be afraid. “Who says that I'm scared? I just don't like how it moves so fast. Daddy i
Seeing that his boss’s wife was not fine, he decided to call a doctor for her. “Uncle, are you calling a doctor? Mommy is unwell.”He looked at the sweet little cute girl that he still couldn't believe was his boss’s daughter. Like, how come he has had a daughter all these while and he was only aware of it a year ago? “Yes, cute. Didn't worry, your Mommy is going to be fineThe little girl nodded and ran into the bathroom on the other side of the room. She came back with a bowl of water and a small towel in her hands. Knowing what she wanted to do, he smiled and rubbed her head. She was a smart little child just like her parents. “Mommy, I'm going to dab your face with the towel,” she told her unconscious mother. She had always noticed that whenever she was unwell and her temperature was high, her mother would simply dab her head with a towel and clean her body. This sad the second time that her Mommy was unwell since this year and this was the second time that she would be doing t
Izabelle finally woke up on the third day after she was declared pregnant. The doctors had said that she passed out from the shock and would wake up anytime soon but it wasn't until the third day that she woke up. When Izabelle opened her eyes, everywhere was blurry to her and she tried to look around but it was blurry to her. “Mommy, you're awake.” She heard Rosie’s voice and her tiny footsteps as she ran towards her. She also heard some other footsteps rush to her and when they were finally right beside her, she was able to see them clearly. “Izabelle, you're awake.”“Izabelle.”“Pl…please help me sit up.”Both Ruby and Mrs. Wilson helped her sit up on the bed and she ass finally able to see everywhere clearly. She was in the hospital. What was she doing here and when did she come here? Then all of a sudden, all the memories started flashing into her head. From her grandfather and then to her pregnancy announcement. God. All of this was happening too fast. Right! Her grandfather.
He was now suffering from both the cold from sitting in the rain for a long time and from the fall from when he was trying to pick up his phone. “I got here immediately I heard the news,” Ruby finished. “Where is Jared? He isn’t here?”“He stepped out a bit to make a call to his wife. He was in the office when he heard the news too.”“Goodness. I pray nothing happens to Grandfather. I don’t know what to do if something happens to him.”Ruby held her hands and patted it. She was trying to console her friend and make her feel alright. She just returned from Thailand in the hope of starting a new life and now this? This was depressing. She didn’t even tell Izabelle all that the doctor said. The doctors had said that the old man’s condition was so bad and they weren’t sure that he was going to make it alive and that they just had to pray that he eventually made it out. “Izabelle.”She turned to the side to find out who it was that called her and when she saw that it was Jared, she imm
~Three Weeks Later~“Marcel, what are you doing?”“Just a little okay,” Marcel said as he started kissing her from her neck downward. “We’re up in the air.”“Doesn't matter.” He continued kissing her, not listening to what she had to say. She was only trying to tell him that they were not home to be doing this kind of thing. These few weeks that they made up, he has been all and about her having her from morning to night all in the name of making up for the months that he wasn't here. Now, they were in a private jet traveling back home. Well, a lot has happened since the day his grandmother came to yell at her. After they settled, she had convinced Marcel to work hard to get his company back and he has been working from home since then. Home! Right. He moved in with them. Thinking about that made her smile. They were back to being a happy family and she couldn't ask for more. She just prays that nothing comes in between her happiness this time as she would be very sad if that were
The old woman turned and got face to face with her grandson which she quickly ran and embraced. Marcel got her away from him and rushed to Izabelle who couldn’t bring herself to face him. She turned away from him as he tried to look at her wound. If he shows any utmost care to her right now, she is going to melt and cry in front of everyone and that would be so embarrassing. She doesn’t want anyone to see her as weak or something. “Izabelle, look at me. Are you alright?”“I’m… I’m fine.”“No, you’re not. Grandma just hit you with something hard. I know what’s in that bag. Come, we have to look at your wound. Please look at me.”She couldn’t bear it any longer and let him look at her wound that had swollen a lot giving her a weird face. She felt like yelling right now because her anger was still at its peak and it would remain like this until someone calmed her down. “Calm down, okay. Look at me. Breathe, in and out.” She did as Marcel asked and was finally able to look him in the e
The old woman looked at the place that they were in. It was in front of a store with its goods displayed outside proudly. It was better than the other stores that she had seen while coming here. She stepped into the store and looked around until she heard a loud voice coming towards her. “Welcome. We have all that you wa…… Old Mrs. Wilson?”Izabelle exclaimed in shock as she stared at the woman standing in front of her in her shop. What on earth is this woman doing in her shop and who even informed her that she lives here? Her eyes were so wide in shock that if care was not taken, they might just pop out because like… What are they doing here?“Why are you so shocked seeing me here?” What kind of question is that? Why is she so shocked? Does this old woman really have no idea why she is shocked? It was obvious she never expected her to be in her today. It was more shocking than ever. “Forgive my manners, old Mrs. Wilson. I was just shocked seeing you here.”“I guess so. Well, that'
“I am tired of what your father and grandmother are doing. They both want to kill me in this mansion.”“It's going to be okay, mum. I'll do something about this.”“Please do, son. Please come and make the company stand on its feet again without getting married to anyone. They all think that they are wise enough to use someone to their advantage. I don't like that girl to be your wife anymore. Their true character has been revealed.”“Mum, about that…. I'm putting it on sale. I'm not changing my mind about that.” Mrs. Wilson ran her hair through her jet black hair that was messy from her not taking care of it for days. Her hair and even her head were messy. The marriage that she was in was also messy. Messy things around her. “Why are you doing this, Marcel? You want to put the company on sale? Don't you remember how hard it was for us to build the company to how it is now? We have done a lot for it especially you and all you want to do now that it's at stake is to give it out on sal
“You want us to forgive him already? You’re no longer angry at him?” “It’s not like that. I just feel pity for him after all, Mommy is the one who always says that we should forgive and forget.”Now, even her daughter was asking for her father to be forgiven. What was she going to do about this? She was scared of her heart getting broken again because if anything like what happened months again repeated itself, she wasn’t sure that she would be able to handle it. This drags her back to the question Marcel asked her before he passed out. What if she finds out that she was the one who misunderstood everything that day? What then was she going to do? If that was the case, she was clueless about what to do. If she gets out of the room now, she’s going to call Jared and ask him to get help from people so they can get the CCTV footage of that day. She wanted to see things from the people she trusted, not someone that she no longer trusted. “Mommy?”“Yeah?”“What are you thinking about?