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ElenaI have never seen Ronan looking this ferocious-like an injured beast. He was so scary that when he demanded I sit in the car the second time, I did exactly as he said. I didn’t wish to be on his bad side right now. David wanted to argue with him, so I pleaded in a low voice, not wanting to escalate things. “David, please… Don’t argue with Ronan. I beg you.” I was glad he listened and took a step back. Things would have turned out worse, otherwise. When Ronan ordered me to sit on his lap, I became flustered, wondering what he wanted to do. I could see he looked somewhat uncomfortable. Ronan ordered me around, still with that look as if I disgust him. I intended to stay quietly at my position and avoid him. When we reached home, we could all go our separate ways. However, when he grabbed my injured wrist again, all I could do was beg him to let go. The doctor’s words lingered in my mind, as I was unwilling to lose my wrist because I was being stubborn. I was ready to do anyt
RonanLast night was magical, and I felt it was one of my best nights. I felt satiated being buried deep inside Elena, and my mind was at peace. I lost count of the number of times I took her, and I would say what stopped me was how she passed out after the umpteenth time. The drug was finally out of my system, but seeing her naked and lying beside me like this, I couldn't say no to touching her once more. She was my wife, after all. I watched how Elena's back was filled with bruises that were caused by my nails digging into her flesh when I was feeling like I would lose my mind. Elena's body felt like yesterday was the first time I touched her, and nothing else mattered at that moment. If I hadn't felt this sensation before meeting her, I would have concluded she drugged me. However, I wasn't a fool to pin this on her. It was somebody else. Elena wouldn't have the guts to drug me. She wouldn't dare!For some silly reason, I felt proud to have been the one who wasted her this badl
ElenaMy whole body felt like it was broken into pieces and fixed back together. To say I was exhausted was an understatement. It was a chore to lift a single finger, and I knew I needed to rest. However, I couldn't allow the maid to see me in this state. It would be too embarrassing, so I steeled my resolve and rushed through the shower while Ronan was still around. It was better for him to help me than have the maid make me uncomfortable. I wasn't sure he would do it, but Ronan did a good job. His hands on my body felt so skillful that I closed my eyes briefly and suppressed a satisfied moan. I was about to express my gratitude for Ronan's assistance, but his words tore my heart into shreds. “What happened between us was just sex, Elena. I wasn't even in my right senses, so don't read any meaning into it.”What the heck! Why must he always look down on me like this? Was it so difficult to touch his own wife?“Ronan Simpson! I am not a slut! Why must you be so condescending?” To
ElenaMy hands trembled as I reached for the phone and held it closer to my ears. Soon, I shakily covered my mouth when my brain properly registered the discussion. There were two people—a man and a woman. They were arguing, but it sounded like the man was trying to appease the woman. I could never mistake those voices. They were of my husband, Ronan, and his first love, Darcy. Why would they call me? I had a bad premonition about this...“What! Darcy, you drugged me?” Ronan sounded shocked in the background, and so did I. “Yes, Ronan. I drugged you last night. I spiked the wine. You only took a few sips, but you felt the effect. I wanted you to make me feel like a woman finally, but no. How could you say you love me when you went to fu*k your wife instead?” Ronan was quiet, but I knew he would finally explode.“You can't say anything? Ronan, I am sick and tired of all these games. I waited for three whole years to be with you again. Yet you treat me like I am nothing. Ronan, let's
ElenaI rushed out of the bedroom with my car keys in hand. The security guards tried to stop me, but I gave them a death glare that caused them to step back. Without caring about them any further, I entered my car and sped off. Saint City General Hospital My head was filled with so many thoughts that caused me to stagger as I walked. I looked like a crazy person who just escaped from an asylum. No, I think I rather looked like an overdosed junkie. I was a mess, and I knew it. I was exhausted when I got to my father's ward. My strength seemed to have waned so much that nothing prepared me for how badly I felt. My stomach felt upset, but it went away. Then a sharp pain assaulted my stomach before it also subsided. It was like this since I ate the food Benson gave me.“This is what I get for skipping meals.” I was sure it was nothing beyond my inability to eat on time. I hope my baby won't kick too much of a fuss. From now on, I won't skip any meals, and I won't cry anymore. I will
ElenaAs I drove, my mind was occupied by all the damage Darcy had done to my marriage. She has hurt me in more ways than one, just because she wanted my husband for herself. I suffered in silence all these years, but not anymore. This time around, she messed with my child, and I would never sit silently and let her get away with it.Now that I think about it, I don’t even know her house. However, I have an inkling as to where she would be. I just hope I’m wrong about this.___The Canvas Loft___One thing The Canvas Loft promised its customers was luxury, comfort, and security. I had to share my unique identifier code for the security to let me in. The condos here were not just expensive but also reserved for the elites of Lockwood. Here I was, standing before the same place I spent my first night with Ronan. At the time, he said he was too swamped with work, so he wouldn’t travel for our honeymoon. I was rather glad because it meant I could design our wedding room myself. It was a
Elena “No. I will never listen to a chronic liar like you. Nothing you say will ever be the truth. If I were you, I’d realize this was a wasted trip…” Those words wouldn’t stop ringing in my ears, slapping me with the harsh reality of my life. They were the words of the man I worshipped my whole life. He was my world, but in hs eyes, I was whatever his first love said I was. After Ronan said this, something died in me. It was as if I was doused in cold water. Every urge to fight was replaced with a calmness that stemmed from knowing my place as second fiddle to Darcy Taylor. I had nothing to do beside Ronan, and it was finally clear to me. I had nothing to figt for either. When I walked away from them, it was me finally leaving the pain and humiliation behind. They truly looked like a perfect couple, and I realized I could never fit in Darcy’s shoes as far as Ronan was concerned. I stepped into the sitting room of the house that was my home for the past three years. No. This wa
ElenaI didn't allow Denise to respond, even though I noticed her eyes flash with fear—albeit briefly. If I had not been watching her like a hawk, I wouldn't have spotted that momentary panic. “Open the closet and bring out all the clothes.” She just stood there, staring at me as if I were a fool. *Hurry up. I'm too weak to be moving things about.” With a faked weakness, I sat on the bed, looking frail. “Yes, madam."I could see her eyes sparkling like stars when she opened the closet and came into contact with all the new clothes that still had their tags on them. I never really went anywhere, so my new clothes ended up getting out of fashion with the tags still on them. I wonder why I still went out shopping though. I guess it was the only thing that took my mind off my misery. As Ronan's wife, I lacked a lot of things, but money wasn't one of them. When we got married, he gave me a black card, which had limitless spending capacity. His assistant wired money into the account eve
Elena“How are you so sure you can help me, Dr Pierce? Doctors informed me a few months ago that my condition was incurable. How could you assure treatment now that the situation has already deteriorated? Are you aware I’m currently in the late stage?” Dr Pierce fixed a meaningful gaze on me for a while before telling me what I didn’t know if I should feel happy or sad about. “I’ve done this more than once, Ms Jones. The most successful patient lived for fifteen more years than expected. She was in the third stage when she approached me.” The man’s words reeked of finality, and I had a feeling that I could trust him. However, I already lost hope when I was told there was no going back for me. How could I trust him now when I might have crossed to stage four already? He said it himself; the patient he treated was at stage four. Then again, this doctor Pierce looked like he had a special interest in my case. I just couldn’t pinpoint whatever he wanted from me. What if he knew me some
ElenaAs I watched the nurse place Liam back into the incubator, my heart ached, and I only wished I could join him in there. Nothing would make me happier than to have my baby in my arms and go to sleep with him on the same bed. Ruth led me back toward the ward, and on our way, I learned that the young nurse who spoke to me earlier was the same person who was tasked with taking a shot of the birth process of Liam. She really seemed like a kind soul, I must say. “I’m glad to see you smiling this beautifully, Elena. There is a certain glow to you now that I could never explain if anyone asked me about it. Tsk!” Ruth was an observant fellow; I give her that. She was able to tell that my mood changed just by watching how I dressed and my interactions with Liam and the young nurse.“Can anything ever escape your eyes, Ruth?” I asked her in a defeated voice. She was just too observant for her own good. Speak of a perfect judge of character, and Ruth would make number one on the list.“W
ElenaI slept for five hours straight, and I couldn’t believe it. I cried myself to sleep this afternoon, only to wake up when the sun had already set. with the moon hanging beautifully up in the sky. The night sky looked breathtaking, and I just couldn’t have enough of it. The stars sprinkled their light everywhere, while the moon cast an aesthetic glow in it’s glory.This had been the longest time I slept since I woke up from the coma.I felt more refreshed when I woke up just now, and my legs even gave way for me to stand on them. For the first time, I stood in the bathroom, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I looked… lost. I didn’t look like myself, and all the eye bags under my eyes just added to how horrible I looked. How could I be this pathetic? I knew I would eventually die and leave this earth sooner, rather than later. However, there was no need for me to go down looking like a ghost before I finally became one, was there?. Despite everything that happened over th
RuthI watched Elena cry herself to sleep, and my heart ached like nothing I had ever felt before. I was sad because she had done so much for me, yet there was no way for me to help her. Elena tried to help everyone who came into contact with her, yet she had so many people around her but couldn’t be helped. When she trembled from all the pent-up frustration earlier, I felt her pain. WHo wouldn't wish to live longer, even if it was only for a few days more? Elena wasn't an exception, and I watched how she battled with sleep ever since she regained consciousness. She was scared to close her eyes. Elena was afraid that she may close her eyes to sleep and never wake up again. How could anyone live with so much anxiety? The problems were just too much for her feeble body to bear.I know Mr Spencer loved her terribly, but why he did what he did, I could never tell unless I asked him. I must do just that. Elena already suffered a lot, and as a person she trusted so much, he should have exp
Elena “We need to talk about your brain tumor, Elena.” What the heck! David Spencer’s voice caused me to go tense in my chair, as I cast a questioning glare toward him. How could he bring these two doctors in here and decide to check my brain tumor again? We both knew I was in the late stages, so why this? When did I ever tell them it was up for discussion? I told David I didn’t wish to discuss this sickness ever again. Why then did he do it?I stared at everyone in the room, who looked like they had too much to say about my condition than I wanted. Looking from one person to the other, everyone seemed particularly edgy, and I bit my tongue to prevent myself from saying anything I could regret in the next second. What shocked me the most was the presence of David Spencer, who seemed so agitated that I was certain he just couldn’t wait to let it all out-whatever he had in his chest, that was. I wasn’t happy about the intrusion, and I didn’t wish to go through any tests again. I ma
ElenaTears flowed out of my eyes, unhindered. I didn’t have what it took to hold it in. I thought I’d lost him. I thought I could never see my son again, but there he was. He was sleeping so peacefully in the incubator that I could tell he was in great hands. The sight of the rise and fall of his chest made me feel a new breath in my bones. It was testament to the presence of life force running through his veins. My Liam was alive and kicking.I stood beside the incubator, watching my Liam through the glass. He looked so tiny-so frail but alive, all the same. I wanted to hold my son, hold his tiny hands and feel the softness of his smooth and supple skin to my touch. I wanted to feel his warmth against mine, and assure him that I was here for him. Nothing would make me happier than to hold him in my arms and assure Liam that I loved him, and that I would always protect him, no matter where I was. Alas, I had to wait a while longer. I could only hope I stayed here long enough for
Elena“Liam… Liam… Liam… Where are you, Liam?” I was thrashing my hands everywhere, trying to break free and find my son. Some powerful arms suddenly seized and pinned me. I couldn’t move my hands anymore, even my feet were not so free, and the helplessness caused me to break down in tears. As my tears fell, I realized someone was calling my name. No, not just someone-it was David. How did David get here, and why would he pin me on the bed? What…Bed. I was lying on a soft bed, with beeping sounds blaring in the room. I knew this sound all too well. It must be the beeping of machines. This only meant that I was in a hospital. Again.“Liam, where is my Liam? Where is my baby, David? Where is my baby?” I kept moving my arms, even if his strength prevented it from showing. “Calm down, Elena. Please, calm down, I beg you. You will see your son when the doctor gets here, but for now, please calm down.” I tried to struggle once again, only to hear him say, “Liam, huh, that’s a lovely na
Elena“Liam, Liam, Liam… Where are you, Liam?” I searched through the living room, looking everywhere for my son. I couldn’t find him anywhere, but I didn’t worry about a thing. We were behind closed doors, and he couldn’t have hidden anywhere I wouldn’t find him. Maybe he just got better with hiding, while I got bad at seeking. “Come out, Liam, where are you? It’s time for bed. ” I spoke an octave higher when I noticed I couldn’t spot my son anywhere. To top it all off, I already searched every nook and cranny of the house. Playing hide and seek before bed had become like a ritual, and Liam enjoyed it a lot. The only time he slept willingly was when he got enough fun from playing hide and seek with me. It was only the two of us, anyway, hence, I had to do this with him every other night. Not that I mind, though, because he happened to be the only thing I lived for. Liam was my light in this dark world. His disarming smile could melt even the stoniest of hearts. He was simply adorab
DavidIt has been four days of torture, four days of moving about like a zombie, and four days of hoping this wasn't the feared end. For Elena, I have lived like a man who has come to terms with her condition. I lived like a man who was ready to move on and take care of her child in her absence.Heaven knows I wanted to be no part of that. I didn’t have plans of becoming a single father to her child. All I wanted was to be with Elena. I didn't mind another man's child, but I didn't want to do this without her. I was okay being her friend, a friend in the shadows, someone she could always call on when she needed help.I couldn’t tell when it happened—when I had fallen so hard that there was no saving me. My initial intentions weren’t to fall in love with her. It was something else altogether, but as I watched her smile, brace all storms, love and get betrayed, and watch her cry when she thought no one was watching… I fell madly in love.Somewhere between my plans and her charm, I wante