Celia’s POV “You lied to me. This is Alexander’s apartment. You never told that.” I said silently. Ryan was really surprised when he saw me near his doorsteps. In a day, I became homeless again. I wonder if I ever had a home before and if I will ever have a home in the future. “I don’t know who own that. I just knew that it wasn’t Zed’s cousin’s, ‘cause Zed never..” He went mute. He sat beside me without giving another thought. If anyone passed beside us, I don’t know how they would feel. But this situation reminds me the day when mom threw us out because I did something rebel and Cayden supported me. We sat at the doorsteps planning to conduct a mini strike. If only, times are good, I would have happily laughed thinking about that. Now, the whole situation is so excruciating that I wanted to turn myself invisible and escape from this world. He sighed trying to take my hand in his which I immediately jerked a
Celia's POV I have no idea how many times we did many dirty things in the car out of love, lust, anger, fun and frustration. This is weird. So weird sitting silently beside him while he is driving to what called as my house. Five months ago, I was his. He was mine. And now, no matter what happened, things are not getting back again. I can’t let that happen. He do tried to talk, tried to touch, and I always flinched. The hurt is too obvious on his face. It pains me too. But, the past doesn’t change so easily, does it? “That's it? You have nothing to say to me?” He questioned while I fumble to type the password. “You said what you have to say and you showed me what you have to show. I watched and I listened. What else do you want me to do?” I asked calmly and at last, entered the correct one. He scoffed while I waited for him to leave, “Come hom
Celia’s Point Of View He almost died and he came back. He almost died for the third time. How much pain he would’ve suffered? How painful it would have been? I wonder if Amy took care of him well. If she did, why would he find me? He still needs to be treated. He never has anyone to take care of him in the beginning. Shit. I hurt him more by telling about the twins. I shouldn’t have said that. Does he grieve for the loss like I did? What should I do now? What would be the correct thing? The whole night, only I know, how many times I stopped myself from running back to him. I definitely don’t want to be his wife again. I can still aid him by being his nurse. I can see that he took his medication well. Am I wrong in thinking like that? He looked fine though. Most of them are healed. Yet, I couldn’t keep myself at ease. All my thoughts were interrupted when Ryan entered with two coffee mugs in his hands. “The night before, when you came to stay here for the first time, he was
Celia’s POV “I understand why you always go to Sasha. I don’t understand why not me?” “I want all of you. Not just your body, but everything that says you. I want you to talk to me, get angry on me, shout at me, fight me and at the end of the day, I want you in my arms feeling secured so that I'll be at ease. I want to be your reality, doc. If something doesn't happen in my favour, I'll make it happen in my favour. Because that favour involves only one thing. It's you being with me. And your brother is right. You deserve the best. I won't just let you go to the best. I'll try every second to be that damn best. Tell me if you'll be with me. If you don't accept, I can still give you divorce. Like you said, I'm the Alexander fucking King. But that will never stop me from pursuing you. I await your answer." "If you do this, I can't leave." "Things changed, Celia. I don't think I can survive for a longer time without talkin
Alexander’s POV It has been forty eight hours since I last saw her. This dickhead doctor, Dr. Neilson, MBBS, MS and whatever the hell that followed his name on the name plate has kept me under observation saying that I was taking too much stress. I was thinking about Celia. Like always. Xavier has confessed everything to her. She still hasn’t come to visit me yet. It made me worried if she would ever come. What if she decided to give upon us? She has been through too many terrible things. I don’t know how I could have survived if I witnessed the death of my twins, lost the only work I know how to do and mostly, feel betrayed by the only family I had. It’s too much to take in. After a hell lot of scanning, ECG and EEGs, I am finally home. To my surprise Sasha was already there. Last time when I checked, she was in New York. She immediately rose from the couch she has been sitting and ran towards me to engulf me into a huge hug. She stood on her tiptoes to reac
Celia’s POV His hands are cold and soft. He is bleeding everywhere. I stood in the in the middle of that mess not knowing what to do as the rain poured over his body. It is getting dark when Amy dashed me to reach him. She picked him up easily. I saw the blood gushing down the length of my right leg. I touched my back and saw the red color on my finger tips. Amy is taking him away and I stood like that staring at her while I find myself in the puddle of blood. Blood. It hitched my heart beat. “No.” I yell. “No.” I beg when my hands are pinned to the bed. I could see him muttering something. Now, he is warm. His hands are warm. I tried to push him away. No, this is a dream. He is here to play with my life again. He stayed still not letting me move. He is above me saying things in my ears which I barely heard. He kissed me on my face, on every tear until he simmers me down. I heard him squirting the air making something like a whooshing sound, “Hush..Shu.. I’ve got you.” I cu
Alexander's POV I expected a pretty little face that seems full of content and peace, cheeks that has dried tears, a little smile on those swollen lips since we did some rough things last night, and a messy black hair that falls all over the white pillow. All I got is an empty bed whose sheets are dampened. I got up abruptly looking around the room. There is no sight of her. I decided not to overthink even though I am already going hysterical. I knock the bathroom door. I turned the knob and opened it. I could smell her usual lavender body wash. The room has been just used that the moisture of the shower is still on the glass. I imagined her in an apron trying to make something delicious which only turns out into a roasted, wasted dish. I smirked thinking of the scene and another good fuck if possible, little harder than last night. She would feel wonderful on the kitchen island, if and only if she is present. Panic, fea
Celia’s POV It is really hard. Really, really hard trying to cook when you have a horny, caring and possessive husband making you wet for no reason. I cringe when I look for making words for what he is doing to me beneath his shirt I wore. I am making the sauce by mixing gochugaru, oyster sauce, minced garlic, and black pepper together in a small bowl to add it to the pan in which the onions, beef and jalapenos are being cooked. I am making this spicy stir fried noodles, if only he lets me. Did I mention him horny earlier? He is making me one now. I wouldn’t have cared how many marks he left on my neck when I was cooking. But, his hands are to be stopped before they travelled too south. I squeeze my legs in an attempt to put a halt for his luring torments. I should have known. His rough hands lingering between my soft thighs is much worse. “I am trying to cook.” I