Cynthia Dion:"No! no amount of humiliation is less for this bitch," Mara insisted. "I can't forgive her for the way she treated you and your family."I couldn't believe I had known her before. She was my friend; she was supposed to support me. I had confided in her about all my worries, including the unhappiness I felt living at my father's house. I had expressed my deep feelings for Atticus many times. Yet, despite knowing so much about me, she chose to deceive me and paint me as a terrible person who only stole mates."I didn't play anyone!" When I felt the need to defend myself, I shouted. Despite everything, including baring myself in front of the two of them, I couldn't protect myself from her attack because I was too overwhelmed."Ahhh!" She slapped me again, and this time I even bumped my head against the wall before letting out a cry of pain."Mara!" Atticus grabbed her arm and snarled angrily at her, his voice now filled with rage. "I can handle my own issues. I really mean
Cynthia Dion:When Mr. Holt returned to the room with a meal tray, I started to settle into bed."The doctor said you're weak, and we need to run some tests," he mentioned. He placed the tray in front of me and sat on the bed. There were some mixed emotions on his face that I couldn't quite grasp at the moment."I'm okay; that won't be necessary," I replied quietly, shaking my head at the thought. I truly felt fine; it was just that stress had taken a toll on both my physical and emotional well-being."It's just a blood test," he reassured me, then watched as I started to eat my food."I don't have an appetite right now," I explained, my reluctance to eat stemming from the association of food with the chocolate I had foolishly used on my body."Cynthia!" He urged me to hold the tortilla in my hands, encouraging me to stop behaving childishly."I think the whole Maleeka incident is causing you a lot of stress," he said with a reassuring smile, "Don't worry about her; I've talked to her
Cynthia Dion:"I didn't expect you to be so jumpy," he remarked, his gaze fixed on my face in the mirror's reflection."Yeah, I've been like that lately. Will Flora be there when we arrive today?" I asked, steering the conversation away from my previous slip-up and focusing on something else."Let's go. They're waiting for us at the breakfast table," he instructed, without addressing my question.He turned and left the room, and I didn't say anything in response.I was cautious not to say or do anything that might upset him, as I felt incapable of challenging or arguing with him.My heart sank before I even made eye contact with anyone when we arrived in the garden, where they were waiting for us.I felt vulnerable among them as the memories from yesterday rushed through my mind. I sat down next to Mr. Holt and concentrated on my hands."Here!" Atticus laughed rather mockingly as Mr. Holt set a glass of juice in front of me and said, "Drink this."His message suddenly appearing on the
Cynthia Dion: "Cynthia! Calm down," Mr. Holt intervened, positioning himself between us to defuse the situation. She was shaking from our encounter, and Mr. Holt was restraining me and keeping me away from her."What the heck!" I heard Atticus approaching his sister to comfort her, hugging her tightly to his chest. His eyes displayed a level of anger I had never seen before as he glared at me."How dare you even lay a hand on my sister?" The moment he pointed his finger in my face and said that, something inside me snapped."And your sister is free to treat me poorly whenever she pleases? After wishing me misery, she poured the liquid on my face. She can abuse me, but I can't defend myself?" I yelled right back at him. I didn't hold back, feeling a surge of power as I stared directly into his eyes. He appeared taken aback."Enough!" Mr. Holt said, gripping my arm and attempting to calm me down. "She's unwell now and doesn't understand what she's doing.""No, not me. I'm just saying s
Cynthia Dion: My body began to feel light as I headed back to my room. I was simply gliding on my own, expending no energy whatsoever."What on earth is happening to me?" I pondered as I shut the door forcefully behind me and rushed to the bathroom to freshen up and compose myself before I landed in a predicament I couldn't escape from."Ugh!" When I raised my face to scrutinize my reflection in the mirror after splashing water on it, I was taken aback.""My eyes turned crimson-red.A sudden knock on the door jolted me from my vacant gaze, causing me to briefly avert my eyes from my reflection. When I returned my gaze to the mirror, the redness in my eyes had mysteriously disappeared."Cynthia! Don't waste your time," Mr. Holt exclaimed, relentlessly pounding on the restroom door from outside. "There are many preparations to attend to."I emerged from the restroom, shaking my head at him for banging on the door so insistently. "I wasn't having a leisurely time in there."Mr. Holt, ap
Cynthia Dion: "Ehm! Your friend fell asleep in my room. She must be quite tired," Atticus remarked as he loomed in the doorway, his tone sounding more spiteful than conversational."Why don't you spend some time with her, then?" I replied, keeping my focus on the dishes I was washing."Why don’t you want me to eat your pussy tonight?" He whispered," he muttered in a hushed tone. In response to his remark, I clenched my muscles and held my tongue, utterly incredulous."That's what you were begging for, isn't it?" He sneered, the contempt in his voice unmistakable, resonating with every word.I spun around and shot him a withering glare, my eyes brimming with tears.With a forceful motion, he slammed the door shut and advanced toward me as I stammered, "Get out and leave me be. It's revolting that you would presume you can..."I instantly snatched the knife from the knife holder and aimed it at him. I was not going to let him touch me."Give it a shot, and I won't hesitate to retaliate
Cynthia Dion: Before he could shift his attention from his phone to me, I realized that minute was a welcome respite. I hastened through my shower, struggling to keep the marked side of my neck turned towards the wall, just in case he happened to glance up.When I finished my shower and turned to check on him, he had vanished.Swiftly, I changed into black pants and a turtleneck sweater. Just as I left the bathroom, he re-entered the room with an empty bag.He began stuffing the bag with random items, none of which seemed suitable for Bali."Why the rush?" I observed from a distance as he filled the bag with utter nonsense. After he had zipped it shut, he instructed the maid to carry it to the car. Surprisingly, he hadn't packed any of my belongings. It left me puzzled--was I not going with him?"You forgot to pack my clothes," I tried to mention, but his grip on my wrist left me speechless. He pulled me along towards the parking lot, where we could spot Maleeka, Atticus, and Mara in
Cynthia Dion: He took us to an undisclosed destination while I occupied the passenger seat. The place we arrived at was an imposing mansion, perched atop a hill.In our line of sight, a majestic waterfall cascaded down. He skillfully parked the car right in front of the mansion and gallantly held the door ajar for me.With a swift glance around, I noticed no warriors or guards posted in the vicinity."Let's roll!" He waited by the door, propping it open and quipping, "We're not here to twiddle our thumbs in the car for hours."Stepping out of the car induced a slight surge of anxiety within me."Where are the protective warriors?" I cautiously inquired, scanning the deserted driveway."Are you questioning my capacity to ensure your safety in case of any peril?" His tone turned a shade graver. With those words, he crouched down to my eye level, evidently attempting to goad me into a more assertive response."No!" Before I could elaborate, he straightened up abruptly, emitting a low gr