Rose's mind wandered over the piece of paper—the sonography results of a recent pregnancy. Her fragile heart was forced to fight... to revive something that had dimmed. Rose's fingers slowly rubbed the thermal material in front of her. Neither a bitter smile nor an acquiescence lingered on Rose's face. She felt so empty. There was no completeness that could bring Rose out of the abyss.
She didn't know when the pain would subside. Little by little Rose began to learn to let go when it was not right to hold on to something that did not belong to her. "Sugar." Rose gasped, staring at the hotel room door. Theo's head was half raised and his bruised face half visible. Reflexively Rose quickly hid the black and white picture behind her body. Taking a straighter position on the back of the bed. "I brought you some fruit ice." Rose slowly shifted to give Theo room to sit near her. Rose's attention was drawn to"You took too long." "I asked you to be patient, didn't I?" Theo's whisper was full of low-pitched persuasion. "Until when, Theo?" "You don't understand what it was like to be intimidated back then. I didn't even know what sex my baby was and your father was so willing to end it chance at life." "Patience. Once I'm done with one thing. I promise everything you want will be rewarded. Now just calm down ...." "Liar, Theo. You don't understand what it's like." Hugging Theo's big arms was the only action Rose could muster. She almost lost control. "I know, not completely. But what you don't realize is that I've always hoped our child would look like you, no matter what the gender." "She or he just can't be like me. I'm a monster. I admit I'm selfish. I have my own desires to fulfill, Sugar. After that I'll think about how to teach my father
Everything Xelle said, in its entirety was a bombshell. It started with the man getting drunk and ended with him fucking her. Bridgette really couldn't believe that Xelle wasn't sober. She didn't know what kind of solution could compensate for the complexity between them. About the whereabouts of Lucette and Acampeliaz. After all, the girl was innocent, not even asking to be present in the world because of a mistake. But Lucette... Bridgette really couldn't divide her husband. She forced herself to look at each other with those heterochromia eyes. "I consider that your stupidity in the past. Now tell me why you still keep Lucette in the apartment, if you don't have any other relationship?" There was no answer yet. Only the occasional sound of a car coming out of the parking lot. The expression on Xelle's face hesitated to reveal the truth to Bridgette. "I don't have time to wait for you too long. Oracle will be home soon."
After yesterday .... After putting the broken sonography paper back together in Theo's hands. Today and Italy were two things Rose didn't want to savor for too long. The long trip from Canada wasn't something Rose would remember all the time either. On the big bed she lay on her side with one arm as a head cushion. Rose closed her eyes. Repeatedly dismissing Theo's words that still lingered. In a few moments he would be gone. She didn't want to think about it too much .... Rose's breath was free in the air. It felt like the faint breeze would carry Rose to sleep. However, she was held back by the warm embrace of her arms. She froze with a look that became a sharp glare. A masculine scent wafted out... successfully sidelining Rose's thinking function. "Don't go to sleep yet, Sugar." A gentle peck brushed the crook of Rose's neck.
Two weeks seemed long enough. Each day's set of moments contained an electric storm that brought Rose to the edge of her seat. She went through a wide range of emotions. Some were influenced by Theo's departure, others by a minor procedure that Rose had to undergo with Travis and Penelope, Travis' colleague. However, a different specialist or one Rose didn't know about... Penelope is a gynecologist. A doctor who specializes in the science of bodily functions and diseases specific to women. Rose had asked Travis many questions. She always got the same answer, 'for the sake of complete healing and recovery'. Rose's attention swept across the room. A few minutes ago Rose had just received an injection. While Travis in front of her was busy writing a notebook. The handsome face was too focused. "Travis, can I go? There's nothing else to do, right?" asked Rose when Travis accidentally looked at her.
A part of Travis's identifying function seemed to lift away. He was silent for a long time thinking about the mistake he had made. Dealing with the situation head-on wasn't something that was easy just to be aggressive about. Especially since Travis knew the doctor who was treating Rose at the hospital was quite famous, which made Travis trust him completely. Travis moved quickly to reach for the cell phone in the desk drawer. He faintly cursed to get the same result. Theo couldn't be reached. "Why?" asked Penelope, not understanding Travis' attitude. The man didn't answer. Finally Penelopa took a slow breath. "But this could just be a misdiagnosis. My colleague did it once and the patient's family protested." *** Bridgette watched his every move carefully. The two weeks she had requested were well spent considering today's decision. Acampeliaz was on the
A swipe of lipstick from tip to tip on Rose's half-pale lips was the last of the make-up that was smeared on her face. Rose tidied up her thick wavy blonde hair at the bottom. A mini black dress with strappy sleeves and a small cross-body bag were ready to take her out into the world. She glanced at the bracelet Xelle had given her. Rose couldn't wear it for the time being. She could be tracked and she didn't want Xelle involved. With a faint smile on her face, Rose unhooked the bracelet, storing it safely under her pillow. Rose was going to show that Theo wasn't the only one who could do something of an outrageous nature. Theo must reap what the man sowed. Rose would pay cash with her decision this time. She moved out of the room. Approaching Lion in front of the exit gate. "Borrow me your car key, Lion." Rose stood right next to the man who looked at her in surprise. "Where
"Engh!" Rose groaned .... A hard bite tugged at the corner of her lips. Then a wet tongue darted out to taste the bitter aftertaste of the alcoholic liquid. Rose was half-conscious of being lifted up, at the same time realizing that two large arms were coiling and tightening. A rough grip pressed against the surface of Rose's chest, until she could feel the muscular body locking around her. A brutal pounding threw Rose onto the bed. The man crawled over with the intention of removing the sling of rope that was tangled around Rose's shoulders. "Wait a minute." She held the man back. Hades... from half the memories Rose had. Rose moved slowly to take out her cell phone from the bag she was still wearing. "Let's take a picture first," Rose said, pulling Hades' face into the skin of her cheek. That was the first pose. In the s
Rose's head was forced down deeper. Her lips came into direct contact between the searing warm skin. Almost gagging... Rose's wet cavity slowly adapts to Hades' hard, erect peak. Hades' moans roared freely. Rose's blonde hair is increasingly tangled between his knuckles. He squeezes and pulls Rose roughly together, reaching for his own pleasure. Hades' exhale is wildly excited. He looked up as the pleasure rose slowly. "Fuck!" cursed Hades with a hot sigh that caused the surface of his chest to move irregularly. Rose was pulled down under his power. The black dress was torn in half. Hades bluntly unhooked her bra, sending Rose's two mounds reeling. A defiant rosy peck is immersed in her parted lips. The greedy tongue coated every inch of her body with wet saliva. Rose's dazed face and near-consciousness were clearly captured. The man moved downstairs. Not a thread remained on Rose's body. He opened t
Zever's sudden departure made quite an impression on Rose. At that moment she and Travis silently watched the backs of two people who were moving away. Rose didn't dare say anything as she herself realized Travis was leaving her behind—Travis looked down and Rose hoped he was okay, then followed with careful steps carrying her triplet into the mansion building. Two hours after the incident in the back garden, and after putting the children to bed, Rose soon caught up with Zever's whereabouts. Through the messages given to Lion, Rose certainly monitored whatever was happening outside. This included asking how Travis was doing. The man was behaving as before, but there was one problem. Zever in the living room with a ripple face so cold and gray eyes that stared half-empty arranged miniature joints on the table. Rose repeatedly took a breath just to steady herself sitting next to her husband. "Zever," Rose called out, wanting to make sure he would respond or not. Z
"I'm done, Theo. Now it's your turn—" Rose thought, after stepping out of the bathroom and changing there. She would find Theo keeping all three of their babies in their proper positions, but that big body—in his sideways sleep—seemed to be deeper than the three babies who were snoozing peacefully. Exhausted. That's how Rose interpreted it, because these days Theo was often busy in the middle of the night—looking after their babies, while Rose was forced to rest. Rose smiled slightly as she rubbed the top of Theo's head. It was only for a moment that she turned to her triplets to transfer them to the trolley. Rose would take them for a walk in the back garden. Finished with the transfer she returned to Theo simply covering her husband's body with a thick blanket. "We're leaving first." Rose briefly kissed the corner of Theo's face. She pushed the trolley carefully towards the elevator. Rose already knew where the elevator was, it was quite hidden—and Theo had no
"I got a lot of grandchildren." O'Douglas laughed like a pirate captain who had just discovered a historic treasure. Each of the middle-aged man's arms flanked two tiny babies, while the other was in the arms of Verasco, who continued to hold them, occasionally bringing them closer with a lighthearted joke. There was no telling what Rose would say as she watched her children being swarmed as soon as Verasco and O'Douglas walked into the ward. She had just finished breastfeeding, so the satiated babies would just sleep through the day, and not trouble their two grandfathers. "You never stopped looking at me," Rose said quietly. Most of the time Theo had a glare on his face, but right now the gray bead was shining something different. It was so loving and some of it Rose couldn't interpret correctly. How could Rose stand being shot at so closely. Theo had to, just once, look away from her. "Thank you, Sugar." A gentle touch on the skin of Rose's face made her
Rose didn't expect Theo to take her to the island of Ortogia, the historical center of the Sicilian city of Sirakusa, to enjoy the beauty of the Mediterranean sea. The scents by the sea were soothingly beautiful. Rose had not forgotten that Theo had not once let go of her body on the man's broad shoulders after walking along the old buildings on the islands of Ortogia. "Whose house is this?" asked Rose looking at a sturdy building that looked like it was meant for two people to live in. "Our house." There wasn't much Rose could say, except to bury her face deep in the hollow of Theo's neck. The masculine scent was still very much present, even after they had spent the whole day entertaining the guests, as if the perfume was very much at home on Theo's clay skin. "Want to go straight to bed or shower first, Sugar?" In front of a door Theo stopped and let Rose get on the floor. Between hesitation and the need for something fresh she finally looked up at Theo.
"Ready?" Rose nodded as Theo spoke over the top of her head. She was indeed standing with her back to Theo, holding the handle of a long cookie-cutter knife, while Theo's large fingers grasped each of her knuckles warmly. The multi-tiered cake, or not much different from a fragile tower, was being split open. The blade slowly descended downward to symbolize sharpness. Rose smiled almost melting into laughter when Theo whispered something funny to her, funny but Rose wouldn't tell anyone. Let her keep it to herself and make it an important fun moment. After the first slice of cake Rose and Theo should have been feeding each other. Instead Theo scooped out the cream and immediately applied it to Rose's lower lip. Rose's face was a mess, but that was exactly what Theo wanted. He took Rose's lips like he was taking a delicious cake. The sweetness of the sugar and butter mixture seemed to make Theo insatiable. He licks Rose so intimately—there's no end to it—that Rose
"It's enough. I'm full." Again Rose had to restrain herself as Theo's big fingers tried to push away the bowl of white porridge in her hand. "Just a little more, Theo. You have to finish your porridge." "Come on." Rose brought another spoonful of porridge closer, but that face refused. "Don't make me eat bad porridge, Sugar. It's tasteless." "That's why if you eat while looking at me, you'll get some flavor." "One more bite. I promise after this is over." "I don't believe it. You said that earlier, don't you remember?" Rose's wide grin completely fooled Theo. The man was exactly a child who had lost his appetite. It was very difficult to persuade him to open his mouth. "This time I'm serious about the last one. Ahk... open wide." Rose thought Theo would immediately accept her bribe. Instead, the man moved the elbow of Rose's hand, moving the bow of the spoon to Rose's own lips. "You should eat too." "I ate earlier," Ro
One day after Theo regained consciousness, Rose finally decided to return to her home, the place where she once lived alone next to her small restaurant. At the moment there wasn't much for Rose to do other than prepare to meet Theo at the hospital. Rose immediately drove her father's borrowed car. On the back passenger seat she placed a medium-sized box with several holes in it that was wrapped very beautifully. While beside her sat a cute little dog with curly hair and white color like cotton. Yesterday Rose had just bought the poodle breed at the pet shop. Intrigued. That was all that drew Rose's desire to bring home the poodle named Cocomelo. "We've arrived." Rose prepared a special backpack to carry Cocomelo on her shoulders, so that when she first entered the infirmary Theo would not immediately meet her Cocomelo but Rose would show him. And in her hand, she carried the medium-sized box and walked into the hospital. Not just daring, but Rose had already ob
Coming back from the bathroom, Rose thought she would be faced with the same situation. She had warned against it by waiting longer in the humid room until some of the noises from outside faded away. But everything Rose had expected was not true. The blood seepage on the floor when she opened the door was gone. Verasco's subordinates... even Verasco himself was nowhere to be seen, in his husband's infirmary. All that was left was Lion waiting very quietly, arms folded across his chest as he watched Theo silently. "Are you still here, Lion? Where are the others?" asked Rose as her steps brushed the side of the blanket. "Mr. Verasco asked me to wait here, Miss." Lion's attention was finally diverted. Rose suspected that he had just returned from the police station and helped Verasco and Elijah to execute George. As for George's betrayal, perhaps it was a wake-up call for Verasco to be more intolerant of hidden intentions and whatever else might happen. "Where is my
"On the way home. Their story has a happy ending. Finished." Rose closed the 400 pages book and placed it on the nightstand. Reading sweet stories had become her routine in the past few days. Rose smiled slightly at her husband's face who was lying so quietly. This morning the breathing apparatus had just been removed indicating Theo's condition was getting better after the bloody spear incident. Luckily, they immediately brought Theo to get the right treatment. Theo had to undergo surgery three times. He had lost a lot of blood and needed transfusions as soon as possible. Rose remembered that some arguments happened between them regarding Theo who had very step blood, even Verasco was helpless about it. Just a Wench .... That's what Verasco said at that time with a trembling tone of voice. Like he was so regretful. Really regretful, until finally Travis suggested the few people who were still left in Italy to bring some bags of Theo's blood that were taken two