* Chapter 2: I won't spare you
"I... Henry..hen.."
" Are you so in love with him that you are thinking about him when you're with me? "
His rough, angry voice echoed in her room as the sound made by the bed because of their activity became louder. The pain and immense pleasure forced her eyes open. They found the man on top of her and froze.
It could not be. Could it?
She was in her ex-husband's bedroom. How was that possible? Didn't he die along with her in that cold and dirty basement?
She blinked the tears out of her eyes, and asked in a doubtful tone " Aiden?"
"Yeah" Aiden responded as he slowed down, his grey-colored eyes met her caramel ones. She glanced over his well-chiseled jawline and his tousled golden brown hair. A spark-like electricity went through her spine just like the first day met.
She was confused. Isn't he dead?
Was this a dream or a memory?
"Aiden Scott?" She jerked up and questioned.
"The one and only. Who do you think is making love to you?" His voice grew hard, and he added pressure to punish his little wife. Thrusting in and out until she was about to breathe. His fingers gripped her face softly, and his voice was angry and hoarse. "Can he make you feel this good?"
She grinned widely. Only her husband could carry such confidence.
"No, O-only you," she countered after a loud moan. Her arms fastened firmly around his neck as he continued. Tears welled her eyes, and she sobbed into his neck.
It all made sense. She had been reborn. Today she had made a plan to see Henry the next day and decided to please Henry so he would let her go out alone. It was only supposed to be a kiss, but it blossomed into something more.
Her sobs grew louder, and she held him tighter, breathing in his pinewood smell. She moved her hands over his broad back, peeking at the cross tattoo there. It was him. More tears ran down her eyes.
Upon feeling her tears drop from his back, Aiden stopped, glanced up, and asked, "Why are you crying? Should I stop?"
Instantly, a smile made a way to get lips; she crashed their lips together and whispered lovingly, "No. No... don't. They are tears of happiness. ''
Although stunned by her actions, Aiden continued the entire night until she passed out from exhaustion.
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The next day, the pour of the midday sun penetrated through the curtains and reflected on the couple entwined on the bed. Aiden had been awake for hours, watching his wife in bewilderment.
She kissed him yesterday at her own will after five years of marriage.
Should he be glad or worried?
His mind wandered to the already-signed divorce papers, which she hid in the cupboard.
Was yesterday a goodbye?
"Never!" He frowned deeply, gritting his teeth. This was his wife and the mother of his child. He would never let her go, no matter what.
Needless to say, he would know her true intentions soon. In their five years together, he could count the times they consummated their marriage with one hands. Every time she initiated, the next day she would ask for millions or a favor, and it all had to do with Henry Rowan. The pest had his wife's heart.
Thinking about this, his heart ached. Aiden decided to get up and roll out of bed. She knew where to find him.
Suddenly, soft, small hands grab his wrist from behind. "Where are you going to, Rodnaya?"
Rodnaya?
It was a nickname he called her, which he has stopped using for over three years now. It meant ' beloved'. His heart turned sour; she was using the nickname.
Was today the day she would bring up the idea of getting a divorce after five years? On their fifth anniversary?
He won't let her.
Pulling his hand away, he said, "To take a bath."
"Should I join?" she asked in enthusiasm, sitting up on the bed. What she did not realize was that all her assets, which were hidden under the sheets, were out for advertisement. Her long black hair was held in a messy bun. And Aiden could feel himself getting hard again.
"What?" he frowned to hide his inner desire. He was bigger than her temptation although he could never get enough of her.
What surprised him was she wanted another round after all the times they did it yesterday. The favor must be a lot.
At first, she grimaced at his behavior, then remembered how patient he was with her and spoke coquettishly, "Why not? It will save water."
Instantly, he recalled when she called another man's name in his bed. Anger rippled over his face, and he replied, "I am a multi-billionaire if you forgot. I can afford it."
This man was too hard to convince.
Not knowing what to do, she sent forth her arms and made a motion to call him back. Her voice was soft and melodic. "Baby, come back."
"No,'' Aiden snapped as he took his clothes out of the wardrobe. It was better to pretend to focus on clothes than on the tempting creature on his bed. Then he implored, bewildered,'' When have you been this clingy? What game are playing this time? What is the favor? "
"I am not playing games, I am just obsessed with my hubby. Since the day I realized how much of a catch you are," she responded right away, her smile infectious.
Seeing him this indifferent, Elsie's shoulders slumped. Was she that unattractive that he would rather pretend to be doing something unreasonable than look at her?
Was her marriage relationship that bad?
It made sense that she refused to associate with her son because he looked just like his dad. The man she hated the most for strapping her into this marriage. Probably why he is skeptical.
A contented laugh rumbled in his chest. Feigning indifférence, Aiden bickered in utter arrogance, "I have been telling you for years now."
It was true. Unfortunately, the last Elsie was dumb and preferred to hear what outsiders thought of her marriage and husband rather than how he was making her feel.
Still, he was not looking at her. It made her sad. Elsie slipped into her flip-flops by the bedside and marched to him. She stopped behind him, her throat tightening. "Sorry. I didn't take your word for it."
For some reason, Aiden believed her words were honest. He faced her, his brows furrowed. "Why?"
In remembrance of her previous foolishness, an empty chuckle escaped her lips. She began, unshed tears sparkling in her eyes. "I was dumb and young. I choose to listen to an outsider over my family. My father constantly cheated on my mother when they were married, which led to the depression that killed her. I grew up alone, thinking all men were the same and refusing to believe you were so different. Forgive me, Aiden, my love. Give me a chance to spend my whole life making it up to you and Eldon.''
"Please, Rodnaya, say something." She begged him, crying into her palms. Only she hoped that she was not too late to make things better.
Taking a step forward, he cradled her face in his hand, his thumb resting just in front of her ear, and curled his finger gently around her head. The tips of his fingers were entwined lightly in the strands of her hair. His voice was soothing: " I forgive you. I never held any grudges; you only have to make it up to our son."
In their years together, Aiden could not hate her, no matter how hard he tried. He fell for her truly and deeply, yet he only wished she accepted his love and treated their son differently. It was little Eldon who was suffering the most, for he believed his mother hated him. However, he did not believe at all. He only wanted make her stop crying.
"Dad, Dad. Open the door." A young voice clamored, slamming on the door, shattering the silence between the couples.
Upon hearing his voice, Elsie's heart leaped for joy. She had not heard his voice in ten years. She only saw him through photos when he turned fifteen. In the basement, she regretted every night why she left her precious son. Now, her son was a boy again, and she would not miss his growth for the world.
Wiping the corner of her eyes, her lips cracked into a grin as she looked up at her husband. "Thank you. Go and take your bath; let me open the door."
He stared at her with a complicated expression and retorted, "Let me."
She stopped and asked. Her face trembled, revealing her fear. Did he not want her to see Eldon?
"You're naked, rodnaya," he said bluntly, stifling a smile from creating on his lips. His little bunny had no idea how difficult it was to keep a straight conversation with her in no clothes when all he wanted to do was pull her back to bed.
Immediately, her gaze strayed down to her chest, red spreading on her cheeks. Without thinking, she slung both arms over her chest and ran into the bathroom.
Watching her leave, Aiden buttoned his lips, doubt evident in his eyes. He sighed, "I don't know which game you are playing now, Elsie, but don't hurt my son in the process. For that, I won't spare you."
In the bathroom, Elsie sank as she listened to this. She knew she could never convince him this fast anyway. Despite this, she smiled at the thought of God giving her another chance to undo her wrongs.
He opened the door, and a mini version of him came running in. Little Eldon screamed, "Dad, Dad!"
Chapter 3; Have you drugged him? The handsome little boy rushed in his school uniform holding his backpack. He was the mini version of his father except for his caramel-colored hair and striking blue eyes.Elton hugged his father's leg " Good morning Dad." Placing a hand on the boy's back, Aiden's face lit with joy "Good morning Eldon. How was your night?" The little lad shrugged and then took his father's hand "It was good. I have something to show you." They sat on the bed. The little lad's curious eyes assessed the environment. He wrinkled his nose at the scattered bed, clothes on the floor, and strange smell in the room. At this point, it did not matter. He was rather nervous about his upcoming recital. Eldon wiped his face with the back of his hand. After rummaging his backpack he brought out a green paper, " Dad, this is my recital. Our teacher said we should write about our favorite parent." Pride warmed his chest at the paragraph his son wrote. At ab
Chapter 4: I will find you '' Have you forgotten? Henry Rowan is in the district hospital due to accident. You need to rush there with the bill. Have you drugged Aiden yet?" Instantly, Elsie's eyes widened. Trixson Dale's words jogged her memory. She now recalled why she came to this room. Trixson Dale had called in the afternoon and informed her about Henry Rowan's motorcycle accident. She spent the day crying and praying due to the tight security at the mansion. Later in the evening, a package arrived addressed to her; it was a white bottle containing white powder. Trix told her to make sure Aiden had it so it would knock him out and she could hack his security from his phone and escape. However, she mixed things up and ended up drinking the wine meant for him. It made her lose control, and she initiated everything from there on. Even though he pushed her away, Elsie forced herself on him until he gave in. Thinking about this, she became very flustered. Her ears
Chapter 5; He is not my boyfriend Aiden Scott trembled with anger, struggling to maintain a straight face. This woman had an ability to provoke him. Earlier that morning, she had made countless promises, only to break them within hours. Was this her plan all along? To seduce him into lowering the security at their home, only to sneak off to meet her lover? It was shameless, using her body to manipulate him. To add insult to hurt, she had even dressed up and put on makeup to meet him, as if to mock his foolishness.The pain cut deep. He couldn't deny that his decision to force this marriage upon her, due to Eldon, had been selfish. It was wrong to confine her to their home against her will. But he loved her, deeply. Yet, it was becoming increasingly clear that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make her love him in return. Suppressing the pain in his heart, Aiden composed himself, turned to his assistant, and instructed, "Call the residence. Inform the guards
Chapter 6; Soul black as Coal "Trixson Dale," an unknown voice called from behind. Trixson turned out of habit. Her eyes widened at the number of cameras flashing at her. It was the paparazzi. It can't be! She had not called them yet. She had not even made her planned phone call to Aiden Scott yet. No, no! "What can you say about the news spreading about you online?" A journalist began, pushing forward a recording device. Others fixing the lightening of the cameras, or jotting down. They had received a big tip to cover one of the biggest scandal in the entertainment world. "What?" Confusion took over her delicate features. Her chest rose and fell continuously. Subconsciously , she clutched her pink Louis Vuitton sheath dress. What news? It made her scared. Did they see her with Henry Rowan? That imbécile! It would ruin her career if she was caught with such a man. It made her panic. Sweat formed around her fringe bangs. More lights flash, as they continued "Are
Chapter 7; I will clear your name Inside the luxurious BMW, Boris tended to Trix with utmost care and devotion as she laid on the lush black leather seat that enveloped her form. Though a muscled figure, Boris gentle touch and worshipping green eyes betrayed the softness within. As he dabbed her porcelain skin with the finest silk, he could not help but admire her stunning, effortless beauty. His only wish was to ease her pain. She was indeed perfect. Suddenly, he heard her breath out softly as she faked regaining consciousness. "Miss Dale, are you awake?" Fluttering her eyes open, she put on a pitiful look and pretended to be weak. She begged, "Water, please give me water" "I will." In the most gentle actions he fed her water. Trixson took three sips before bopping her head to signal denial. If she talked less, Boris would believe her act. "Those reporters are so heartless! They kept up pestering you didn't they noticed your pale face. Who told the
Chapter 8; You don't deserve me! "We are here, ma'am," Jerry reminded Elsie, who seemed lost for a moment. She shook her head at his words and made a weird sound. The truth was, Elsie was no longer present in the car but rather in the past. For she remembered the first time she visited this place. Her heart sunk. Flashback ___ Four years ago That day, crimson and rose blossoms dotted the eastern edge, bursting forth like branches heavy with ripe cherries. In her bedroom, Elsie sang nursery rhymes as she bathed her little boy. A joyful smile sprang to her lips at his every smile. "You are so good looking, my son. You took all your features from your dad while I did all the work," she pretended to be upset, pouting as she poured warm water on his body to rinse him. By her side stood an elderly lady in what appeared to be a school uniform but was not. Wrinkles aged her, and a smile spread on her thin lips, it was Cavia "Not true, ma'am. Young maste
Chapter 9; I am his wife As they stepped out of the car, Elsie was a little hesitant. Everything she said and did during that time was all under Trickson's influence. Elsie felt wronged. Nevertheless, she was going to teach those two a great lesson they would never forget. Thinking about this brought a smile to her saddened face. As they passed through security, she realized how much things had changed. There was now a fountain at the center and beautiful trees planted around. Everything looked unfamiliar and strange. The company had grown to many heights after her last visit; it now spoke of so much wealth and hard work. One thing did not change though—the security was so tight that one could not sneak out even a needle. However, at one glance, she was recognized by one of the security guards and was sent in. Elsie was left in awe as she strolled in; it was incredibly busy. She had never seen people work at that speed, hence she hurried up her steps and tried
Chapter 10: I refuse to be bullied "What do you think you are doing?!!" A cold voice rang from behind. Seeing the man stroll over in such powerful strides, Sophia straightened out her clothing and put on a professional look. She became calm, "President, the lady is quite difficult. She only insists on seeing you. I told her you were in a meeting, but she later started to harass me, so I was only trying to defend myself." "Why are you allowing such people to bully you?" Assuming Aiden was talking to her, Sophia couldn't help but blush. She lowered her head and apologized, "President, I am sorry. I will refuse to be bullied next time. She even said she was your wife?" However, Elsie's next actions were like bullets raining at her heart and dreams. "Hubby!" Elsie dashed toward Aiden, stealing a short kiss from him. His pupils widened at her actions, making his suspicions rise; hence, he did not kiss her back. Even so, his possessiveness got over him, and he wrappe