P A S T T I M E . . . Stay away from him. For Delilah, it wasn't really hard to get away from her naive crush, her next-door neighbor, also known as her father's boss, because it was just the beginning of it. Her liking towards him hadn't started growing roots so she very easily could pull off the very small bud it started becoming. After the small conversation between her father and her about his boss, they had dinner and the day ended like that. However, the next morning, she was prepared to react the way her father wanted her to. Delilah wasn't a robot to do as her father said. It was just her love for her father that made her see the concern in his eyes and she obeyed him. She knew he could find better for him and she knew if he was warning her, it wasn't for nothing She got ready for her college, wearing a white top and black jeans. She did her hair as usual and grabbed her jacket and knapsack to leave. Her father greeted her lovingly like every time she left him in the ca
P A S T T I M E . . . One thing Delilah never expected after letting her father's boss do anything was criticism from her classmates and the students wandering around her. That one day allowed him to pick up or drop her at the college anytime he wanted to. It wasn't regular. He proposed his wish to drop her at the college anytime he would see her. She noticed how he was becoming bold day by day, but she didn't know he did as he pleased. Nothing could stop him. However, Delilah was worried about her father's reaction. Judas never said a word to her but he was watching everything that his boss was doing. Sometimes, to escape his offer, Delilah decided to leave her house even before sunrise. She would stop at some cafe or library to spend her time before leaving for college. The idea saved her but not every time. He could see her using very flimsy ideas that he could break in a click of his fingers but he knew a better way to win her. He saw she wasn't someone to be handled by vi
P A S T T I M E . . . Delilah sighed as she entered her room. It was around midnight when she entered her room after coming back from Theodore's place. It was a nice meeting. Theodore didn't try to make any move. As he said, his mother was fond of Delilah in a few words of kindness. She liked the young woman but had no idea what her son was brewing up in his head for Delilah. Delilah couldn't say she enjoyed but the meeting wasn't boring either. Theodore's younger brother was fun, receiving all attention. Now when she was in her bedroom, she slowly made her way inside and turned the lights on. With a deep sigh, she let herself find rest in her bed as she lay down for a few minutes. The eyes of her admirer were on her the moment she entered the walls; the boss of her father. From his room, he could see her. But not anymore, as she was on her bed, which was behind the wall. He kept his eyes there, jaw clenched and eyes narrowed. His hand held his phone close to his ear and the wo
P A S T T I M E . . . *Trigger Warning:- mention of attempted rape and drugs* . . . What Delilah saw in Theodore scared her. He wasn't that charming boy anymore who would smile at her cutely or sheepishly. His jaw was set as he glared down at her, eyes harsh on her. His grip was tight on her wrist as he warned her, taking advantage of being alone with her. "You're not going anywhere unless I want you to, got it?" He muttered, paying no heed to the pressure he was putting on her wrist. She squirmed in discomfort. What he said was ridiculous. "Let go of me, Theo! Have you gone crazy?" She uttered, trying to release herself, focusing on his tight clutch which could leave a mark. He laughed, throwing his head back and surprising her with his uncaring response. Huh? "You see this now, Del? I've been crazy after you and you couldn't see it then?" He shocked her even more, leaning closer enough to let her the madness in his red-rimmed eyes and crazy smile. The area under his nose
P A S T T I M E . . What she experienced that night was horrible and she knew she had to struggle to come out of it. However, it wasn't really easy. The very morning she wasn't in her room. She was in a different shelter, on a bed owned by someone else. A silk sheet covered her, her fist clutching the cloth over her chest as she was writhing inside. "No, don't do that," she mumbled with her chapped lips, eyes squeezing shut as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. The pain inflicted on her skin could vanish in a few days but the pain of betrayal on her heart was going to remain for a bit longer. She trusted him but he played with her trust, harboring wrong intentions in his heart. With the appearance of a lamb, his desires growled like a wolf. She couldn't believe her eyes couldn't see it until it was out of hand. It was the same time the door opened and he walked inside, finding her crying with closed eyes and a fainted heart. She pushed her face into the sheet, her cheeks damp
P A S T T I M E . . . "But I do." Her breath hitched as she heard him. That was the night he didn't hold back anymore and said what was in his heart. However, Delilah wasn't ready for it. Swallowing, she turned on her back and she gave him a nervous look. She was wondering if she heard him right. "You do?" she mumbled under her breath, eyes peeking at him timidly. He nodded his head, his eyes dark under the shades. The book was closed in his lap, his fingers were stuck between the pages as he stared down at her and she held his gaze. She had nothing to say. Her lips parted but no reply came and she quickly got up, sitting upright. Her hands clutched the blanket lying beside her and her silk tendrils framed her face. She didn't worry about her messy state. Her mind was over something else. "What do you mean?" She waited for a taunt for her dumb question but it never came. Rather, he consumed that night to answer her in the most sensible and straight answer possible. "I mean, I
P A S T T I M E In the beginning, it was still hard to convince Delilah into the relationship but she eventually gave up her façade and let Mr Vincent know she actually liked him. Saying that she only liked him was not the whole thing at all. She loved him. She never realized when that happened but her admiration towards him, her eyes always searching for him, and a smile coming to her face whenever his name was mentioned—were all the symptoms that she felt for him. It wasn't hard for a woman to fall in love with him, after all. Who knew how many women he used and tossed away? Many of them considered him to be a god and some loved him desperately enough to even die for him. What was so special about him? Nobody knew. Maybe, we all succumb to toxicity, letting it break our hearts, who knows except God alone? Surely he was handsome, enigmatic, hot, and intelligent but with a heart of stone, women still chased him like a moth to a flame, an ant to jaggery. He knew what he had was p
P A S T T I M E As Delilah wasn't even expecting a different side of him, it was beginning to come out as time passed. Their relationship was a year old now and she saw how easily he was irritated when another guy tried to approach her. He trusted her. He knew she would always be faithful to him because it was always in her eyes but he couldn't trust the men around. He wanted to keep her away from them but asserting rights over Delilah and hurting her over and over again was beginning to hurt him, too. So he set out to hurt those who tried to hit on her, being extra smart. The second year of their relationship was the time he was openly reactive to every man that he'd even put a finger on her and he'd break it. But it wasn't good. Delilah was distressed because of this. She never knew that Nathaniel would be this possessive over her that he would hurt others like it was a very common thing to do. A lot of time she tried to make him understand that nobody would be able to snatch
3 MONTHS LATER It was four in the morning when Delilah woke up Nathaniel by clutching his arm tightly. Her cries reached his ears and he quickly got up, panicked as he saw his wife bearing the pain alone. The discomfort was on her face, twisted in an ache that troubled her abdomen. She asked him to call someone and he decided to call an ambulance but she denied it. She told him that she wouldn't be able to tolerate the pain for so long. She just wanted him to call the women servants. She trusted them enough. He was reluctant but obeyed her. The servants came hurriedly and surrounded Delilah. Nathaniel walked outside the room, not really wanting to leave his wife on her own. But he had to trust the servants as Delilah did. However, one thing he surely did; was pray. He prayed for her. It didn't matter how many hours the ladies took, he was engrossed in her thoughts and putting his concern before God. The men around watched him doing so. They prayed along, having become u
3 MONTHS LATER She pressed on her toes, trying to reach the jar. Her arm stretched forth to get it but she failed, making her scowl. Then he came. His fresh scent met her senses, enveloping her from behind. He smelled of pine and neem, his musk was attractive. His warmth surrounded her when his chest pressed against her back, making her realize how close he stood. His arm rested beside her, grabbing the slab. With another arm, he grabbed the jar that was put inside the cabinet. His body pressed lightly against hers before he moved back, leaving the jar on the slab beside her hand. She took it, turning around. “Thank you,” she said, looking up at him as he stood tall right behind her. “How many times have I told you not to do such things, Del?” he scolded her lightly, putting both his arms on either side of her, leaning closer. His soft and cold breath fell on his face. He had just taken a shower and was now downstairs, yet his muscles exuded a warmth that could turn anyone blin
The battle was fierce and even scary when he had his wife beside him. As long as he fought alone, he had nothing to worry about but no, he had someone precious whom he loved and she wasn't alone. She was with their unborn baby. He couldn't take a risk.Zayn fought ruthlessly along with his man but Nathaniel's passion and fire were more rageful. Though he was hurt, his intentions were confirmed and Zayn had to lose in front of him.However, Nathaniel didn't do the whole thing. Surely, he was revengeful, but he was also willing to do something that people could misunderstand. But he was determined. He didn't kill Zayn with his own hands. He remembers his men taking the lead, keeping in mind their master's promise. Nathaniel watched who was more serious and the one who indeed brought Zayn's head to present before him was Carlos.Deep down, Nathaniel knew about it. However, it wasn't the only thing. He kept in his mind to keep Delilah by his side but he not had Zayn as an enemy, but two
“Where's she?” asked Nathaniel, sitting upright. His eyes were emotionless, set over his man, Carlos. He stood there beside his bed, holding his hands before him, head bowed in respect and fear of Nathaniel, his master.After two days of unconsciousness and treatment that helped his head a bit, he gained consciousness, and the first question he asked was— about Delilah, his lovely wife.He couldn't forget that night when they were attacked and he fought as long as could. However, they won over the situation and left him to die there.However, as Delilah was constantly trying to call Carlos, the line was connected when a man attacked her. She couldn't talk but Carlos and the army got notified of everything and traced their location. However, they were quite late. They reached after they abducted Delilah and found Nathaniel badly wounded.They brought him to the hospital nearby and the doctor treated him urgently. It didn't take many hours and Carlos thought it better to shift the unco
Delilah's eyes opened but her lips kept moving. She felt a presence beside her but she paid no heed to it. She moved aside from the prayer mat and rolled it. She grabbed it to put it aside. Fortunately, when she asked that man for a mat, he provided her with one without saying a word of mockery. She was glad about it. Wherever she went, she wasn't going to give up on her prayer. She moved around the room to put aside the mat along with the Bible when the person uttered from behind, “How long are you going to ignore me?”She didn't answer. She didn't even hurry to look at the person but took her time arranging back her things. She then turned around and found her in the room, looking pissed off. She didn't say a word. Couldn't. Finding her at her abductor's house wasn't a normal thing. It was another surprise she received the other day. It's been three days since she was found to be in someone else's house. Horrible!“What are you doing here?” could only ask Delilah, keeping her ey
Her eyes watered as she stared down at her husband. Blood, getting mixed with the dripping water, was flowing around him. His eyes were closed, eyelashes all wet by the rain and blood. Her heart squeezed inside her chest as she looked at him, tears flowing down her cheeks. The water falling from above drenched her, letting no trace of tears remain on her face.She covered her mouth, her eyes falling shut. She couldn't believe he was dead. He couldn't die; he couldn't leave her alone. How much she loved him, only to see the night of his demise? No, she never waited for it. How much she prayed for this man, not to see him like that. What could she even say to her God? She had no word of complaint but only sorrow that kept growing inside her chest like a deadly plant, poisoning her from inside. How could she bear the pain of being left alone by her very other half? Surely, she had God by her side, but what about the life she cherished so close to her heart? What about the promises
“Happy birthday,” said her husband, his eyes glowing with warmth for his wife as he looked down at her.She blinked her eyes, adjusting her gaze to look at her husband who was looming over her. He looked happy. His smile was soft. “God bless me,” she mumbled, sitting upright. He chuckled. “God bless you,” he asserted, cocking a brow. Sitting beside her on the bed's edge, he let his eyes behold his wife. “What can I do for you today?” She blinked her eyes, realizing how rich was her husband by his heart to offer something like that to her. He put a great offer before her but added in a moment, “Except for leaving Mafia.” She couldn't help but smile, shaking her head. “I wasn't going to ask for it,” she admitted honestly. However, she wanted it to happen. She knew there would be other ways, too.Her God was able. He nodded his head. “What is it then?” “Let's do something good today. That God will like,” were her words before she left the bed. Her husband was left confused behind.
“Grandpa,” said Nathaniel, his voice soft and alluring to Edgar's ears. The man looked up at the door and smiled. The caretaker also found Nathaniel and his wife at the door and moved to help Edgar in sitting. This time the old man didn't complain. He rather thanked the young man. “Nate,” Edgar said, raising an arm to call his grandson closer. The couple walked over to the old man and Nathaniel sat beside him. “How are you doing?” asked his grandson.“As you see,” Edgar shrugged. He then looked up at Delilah who stood behind Nathaniel and gestured to her to sit on the chair near him. She obeyed, smiling at him. He smiled back.Nathaniel nodded his head. “I wanted to tell you something,” he said, glancing at Delilah.The caretaker decided to leave the room, giving them a moment of privacy. “What is it?” Edgar asked, his gentle eyes set on his son. “We're expecting a baby,” Nathaniel was the one to reveal. Edgar blinked, surprised. A smile was spread on his lips. He looked at Del
Her eyes fell upon her arm and she saw it was bleeding. The flow of the blood was faster as it began staining her satin violet sleeve. She trembled, looking at the blood. A few of the drops fell to the floor and she struggled to sit upright when another time something entered her room sharply, gaining her attention. She looked at the wall behind herself and saw how a bullet had fallen to the ground.Her eyes widened as realization dawned upon her. Someone was targeting her from some distance outside their house. She needed to hurry and leave the room as soon as possible. Holding the wound tightly, she got up and ran to the door of her room. She closed it with a bang and leaned against it, taking deep breaths.The warm blood oozing out from the deep wound on her arm was sliding down her skin. It hurt too bad and she had no strength to walk ahead. However, she saw Carlos enter the house with a gun along with other men following closely behind him.The men scattered around. He looked