Cynthia Dion: Ever since I heard Mr. Holt talk about our honeymoon, I've been feeling unwell and frightened. Maleeka caught my attention as I was leaving the room in an attempt to find Atticus and talk with him."Hey Maleeka, how are you doing?" I grinned at her, thinking maybe she was concerned for me, as I saw her face turn pale. She appeared a bit worn out, almost as if she didn't want to talk to me at all.She gently turned her face away from me and said, "I'm fantastic.""Is everything alright?" I inquired with a hint of concern. She lowered her head and nervously rubbed her hands together as she stared at the floor."Don't we have a strong bond?" She finally turned to face me, her tone critical. "Don't I treat you well?" She shook her head at me."I'm sorry, but I don't understand. Have I done anything to make you think that?" I looked at her with confusion, a weak smile on my lips."Cynthia!" she said to me sternly. "Answer me."Since we had been so kind to each other, I reall
Cynthia Dion: The most horrifying scene flashed before my eyes. Maleeka lay on the ground, blood streaming down her legs."Ahhhh!" She screamed in agony as Mr. Holt and Atticus helped her stand."Oh, God!" I managed to say no more."Call for an ambulance," Atticus shouted into the phone, desperately seeking help."My child!" Mr. Holt held Maleeka in his arms as they both sobbed.I couldn't think straight, so I had no clue what had occurred."What happened? What on earth happened?" Mr. Holt inquired. She cried out in agony as Mr. Holt pressed her face against his chest and hugged her tightly."I don't know, there was oil on the ground," My body tensed as she answered in between hiccups.I took a step back, noticing Atticus staring at me. His jaw dropped, and his eyes were wider than usual."Someone plotted this," she screamed, causing him to gaze at my face in even greater horror.It all appeared extremely suspicious, and unfortunately, I seemed like someone who could be very guilty.
Cynthia Dion: "Hm! Please try to calm down. She's in pain and just looking for someone to blame for her mistake. She didn't even see the oil on the floor. She took the chance away from me; I was about to become a parent," he said, revealing a completely different side of him. His sudden change in behavior, accusing me in front of her and blaming her in front of me, surprised me."Just take it easy, okay?" He gave me a gentle tap on the cheek and confused me with his plans. He added, "We also need to pack for our honeymoon trip next week."He had recently lost his child, so why did he want to go on a honeymoon?"Just let it be for now," Mr. Holt muttered."Okay!" I refrained from getting into a debate with him, knowing that I still had a week to meet with Atticus and hopefully persuade him of my innocence before being forcibly taken on the honeymoon.After taking a shower and preparing for the night, Mr. Holt told me, "I'll sleep in her room so they don't think I don't care about her.
Cynthia Dion: "If I had done all that, I couldn't even live with myself. But I didn't. I will never harm a woman, a man, or an innocent child," I declared loudly, aware of Mr. Holt's gaze. He had urged me to end the argument instead of continuing to talk about it. However, I didn't refrain from defending myself. Her false accusations couldn't make me feel guilty about something so repulsive.She was essentially accusing me of murder, something I would never commit."You succeeded. You threatened me and the--" I rudely interrupted her before she could finish."Maleeka! I'm begging you, please don't lie. You know how terrible things are for me right now. Please don't say anything that might make things worse," she had gone from being very affectionate to a completely different person. I understood that she was upset about losing her baby and that she had been told I had messaged Mr. Holt to persuade her to get rid of the baby. But now, she was using a lie to confirm it was me. I couldn
Cynthia Dion: "Open the door!" He rattled the doorknob forcefully, struggling to unlock it. He was determined to get inside, but I could hear my heart pounding louder than his attempts. My nightgown, which barely covered my thighs, was clutched tightly at the bottom.I hadn't expected him to spend the night in my room.I tried to shift away quietly, hoping he would think I was asleep, but he was too intoxicated to think rationally. His sole objective was to break the door down and enter, regardless of whether he woke up the entire mansion.I began to worry more than usual when a brief moment of silence filled the room. He was probably searching for his keys in his pocket when I heard the sound of keys jingling.I watched him enter with an angry expression after successfully unlocking the door. He stormed in, looking tired, and I took a step back.He stared at me with red eyes and messy clothes."Why didn't you open the door? Who were you hiding in here?" He shouted and glanced around
Cynthia Dion: "Ugh! Wait! Last night, did you suck my dick?" He clapped his hands together and laughed, calling me out for being overly desperate. He was having so much fun fantasizing that I became desperate for him and said, "Now, if I had done anything to you in your sleep, I would be considered a creep."I quietly started to choke on the very concept.I rubbed my elbows vulnerably and turned my face to the wall, murmuring, "You had your pants open when you arrived.""Ah! Right!" He rolled his eyes, since he didn’t believe what I was saying."Would you like me to make your breakfast?" There was no other way he would hear, so I changed the subject."Ahh! No doubt. That much you can do for enjoying my dick last night. So, pull my clothing out of the closet, and make sure you ask Maleeka if she needs anything else before I take her to the hospital," he slapped his lips, let out a crackling sound again, and then murmured the final phrase with a lewdness in his voice."You know she bla
Atticus Snow:"You can't do this to me," she began to cry in front of me, refusing to acknowledge that this was the plan we had agreed upon. Enzo stood awkwardly beside us, glancing around, fully aware of what I was about to do."Rosalie," I rolled my eyes and urged her to stop protesting, "we made this plan together. Now please, quiet down and let's get it over with."She kept trying to persuade me not to reject her, but there was no way I could keep her with me and make Cynthia uncomfortable. It wouldn't make any sense, and I'd feel like a fool. I didn't want to be like Zeon Holt.He might cheat on his partners, but I would never do that to Cynthia, especially not after convincing myself to trust her words."I, Alpha King Atticus, reject you as my mate, Rosalie," I stated firmly, maintaining eye contact with her. She looked as though she'd been struck with a silver knife. The pain would linger for a while, but it would eventually heal because we were never fated mates. It was a mutu
Cynthia Dion: Current Time:"Ugh!" He kept trying to make me look bad. I grimaced at the screen in annoyance. If I wanted a peaceful day without his interruptions, I had to follow his instructions.I forced a smile and headed outside to bid them farewell. In simpler terms, Mr. Holt was eager for me to join so he could enjoy the show. I paused near the exit, where they were waiting."Have a safe journey," I muttered, observing Maleeka scoff and roll her eyes without acknowledging me.There are excellent doctors nearby, so I don't understand why people would travel so far to see one. But I guess Mr. Holt made that decision, and Maleeka had to go along with it."It's time to bid farewell," Mr. Holt said, placing his arm around Maleeka's waist and giving me a bow, his eyes locked on my lips.As I watched him approach, my heart raced in my head. I thought he was about to kiss me, but when he smirked, I began to step back.He straightened up and grinned, saying, "Thanks for playing with my