At night, he felt her stirring in sleep beside him. Little whimpers of regret and pain were coming out of her and it got his attention.He wasn't even sleeping peacefully because of what had happened a few hours ago.After she fell unconscious, he brought her to their room. He didn't dare to touch her skin with his bloodied hands but he surely stained her clothes with them. She wasn't aware of it, it was better for her.But through the fabric she wore, he could feel her skin burning. He washed his hands and came to check on her. Indeed, she was burning with fever. He immediately started taking care of her, changing the cloth over her forehead until her fever subsided. It was then he could take a shower and come back to have some rest.Not liking Hooriya's blood even on her clothes, he stripped them off her skin. He was more conscious of not leaving her in clothes that contained blood than seeing her half-naked.He then brought a shirt to put on her and lay beside her after putting asi
She fell asleep when it was about to sundown, exhausted by the time they spent together.Though Delilah was not conscious of anything around her, her husband decided not to close his eyes as well. He couldn't sleep. Couldn't sleep when she looked so beautiful beside him. He used that time in beholding her. Her lovely wife.Whatever happened in the past few days, he still had in his mind. So was in her mind. The difference was, he was ready to let go of it while Delilah couldn't put those thoughts out of her head.He didn't blame her though.Till now, she only heard he was a criminal but seeing from eyes was a different experience.She expected him to be a nice person. The first time he met her, she loved the beautiful idea of it, that's why he even hid his identity but when it was revealed, she was hurt to know he did what her God considered wrong.Everything that was wrong and crushed in the law was done by him. Whatever they called darkness and sin was molded into him. But what spar
“Katrina and our grandfather had many arguments and our grandfather won. He couldn't let Katrina marry Judas. Even though Judas made it clear not to marry her, she knew she had authority over his will. If she could make our grandfather understand, she could make Judas marry her.”These were the last words Jasmine said before departing. She didn't desire to stay any longer. She just went to invite Delilah and Nathaniel for the grand celebration and she did it. She wasn't fond of staying around her brother.The words stayed in Delilah's mind. She kept wondering about her father. After knowing that Katrina was one of the young girls who fell for her handsome father, she realized how wrong the world was going. It was good to know that nothing could make her father think otherwise or else, Katrina would be her stepmother today. What a horrible idea!However, before leaving, Jasmine every beautifully and very cleverly put a thought in Delilah's mind which said—just like Judas entered their
He could sleep only when Delilah was near.Putting her hand in his hair and gently caressing the scalps, she wondered about what he told her last night. She didn't need any explanation to believe him if she could see in his eyes that he never lied. But as last night he revealed everything that happened that night, Delilah realized that in her life, Nathaniel was beginning to understand her and respect her views.She didn't have to think but her goodness made Nathaniel tell her everything about that night.Until now, Nathaniel was only being formal. He didn't want Delilah to leave him. After spending years of toughness, he couldn't come to trust anyone so easily, even his wife. But day by day, Delilah's goodness and her nature made him trust her. He knew he wasn't a saint himself. He was the worst man she could find on the earth but he couldn't help it. Who could help him?Maybe the answer was his dear wife.She sighed as she looked at the watch and realized it was still early in the
Delilah didn't talk to Nathaniel after that. Nathaniel saw how she was trying to avoid him. Every time their eyes collided, she averted them instantly, leaving an ache that troubled his chest. He never liked this distance.After he was done filling her up with fear, he sat on the bed. His nerves were still boiling and he was only dreaming of killing the men who even tried to look at Delilah. Didn't he know how pleasant his wife was?He knew and trusted Delilah enough but his possessiveness ruled over his faith in her and he ended up asking strange and absurd questions to her. They hurt her. He saw it. He saw how tears formed in her eyes when he doubted her and even asked her questions of doubt to her. He did not stay silent in anger and that was his mistake.The door clicked open and Delilah walked out. Her face was wet, indicating that she just splashed some water on it. He knew why. Not only because she came from outside but also because she was crying inside. He didn't hear her
In her husband's eyes, sadness could be seen. Delilah couldn't ignore it. She spent her hours praying. This time, she did not take much time. She got up and folded the mattress to put it in its place. She arranged the Bible in its place and turned to Nathaniel. She was surprised to find him wide awake still. He wasn't sleeping. However, she didn't let surprise float over her features and went to him. Nathaniel looked at her as she approached him. He craned his neck to look at her face. The face that relieved his eyes. The brightness of the room was falling on his features, turning them even sharper. A soft breath escaped his lips when she touched him. She put her warm palm on his cheek and began covering him in prayers like always.He kept watching her, mesmerized, until she was fine. As she moved to step back and round the bed, she asked, “There's sadness in your eyes. What's wrong?”His eyes observed her as she climbed the bed and sat beside him. She turned the lights off along
The next morning happened, Nathaniel made a strange demand.“I want to pray with you, can I?” he asked, sounding uncertain if his wife would allow him or not.Not alone him but God also knew what kind of sinner he was. He saw his wife was loving but would God allow a sinner like him to enter His presence? He never knew the answer until Delilah smiled at him. “Of course, why not?” she said, coming closer to him. He stood there, nervous. His heart wasn't beating normally. For the first time in his life, he was going to pray. He never experienced it. Delilah gently held his hand and pulled him to the mattress. He followed her to the place where she usually sat alone. But today, they were going to be two. He sat beside her and mumbled, “But I don't know how to pray.” He shrugged, looking at his wife who was opening the Bible beside him.He peeked into the pages and saw she had opened the Gospel of John. He blinked at it. “I know,” she said, her voice very gentle. “First, relax,” she
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
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