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78. REVELATIONS
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Ruthless 79. Has always been me
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
Last Updated : 2021-06-24Ruthless 80. MINE
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
Last Updated : 2021-06-25Ruthless 81. Isn't a dream
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
Last Updated : 2021-06-27Ruthless 82. Getting back
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
Last Updated : 2021-06-28Ruthless 83. Visitors
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
Last Updated : 2021-06-29Ruthless 84. A hell lot to face
Celia’s POV I know I am not ready to meet them. It doesn’t mean I want Alexander to meet them. For a second I wished for Deaneries flying on her dragon to take us away to some distant lands. I also wished for a heart attack to Jonathan Davis. Don’t take me wrong. Since, I am here I would give him cardiopulmonary resuscitation (CPR) and later he will be sent to hospital. In that chaos, we will not need to talk to them. “I need a minute alone with Celia.” Alex told Elijah to which he nodded and left us in that lawn. Alexander turned to with a look on his face which says a lot of apologetic speech to come out. He took my face in his hands. He is warm. This is only making me dissolve into more grief and anger. Argh! How I planned my day! He is about to open his mouth to say something. I interrupted not giving him the chance. “I get it. I will leave with Elijah.
Last Updated : 2021-06-30Ruthless 85. A recap of a lie
Celia's POV When I was a teen after my mother died, Cayden took me out for a small vacation, which is in fact a way out from the reality. One thing he never guessed is that one could see the hill on which my mother died without binoculars. The whole plan and purpose of that distraction in the name of a trip had no meaning at all. It was like I ran from something for years and at last, I thought I was free when I actually fell right into the arms of that thing I have been avoiding. This is the least I could describe about the encounter with Jonathan and Amy and most importantly, my meeting with Alexander for the first and next time. Maybe, the view of Casa Del Mar can be related to that. I have never believed in fate. But, after everything happened, I came to a conclusion that there are two fates I could not avoid in any circumstances. One- the departure of my loved ones, possibly deaths. Two- the intrusion of the people who hate
Last Updated : 2021-07-02Ruthless 86. Can I stay in this marriage?
Celia’s POV Ever imagined waking up to the chirping sound of birds, rumbling of leaves, rush of breeze, a howl of something unpredictable, smell of soil, and woods? And yet, you are still in that classy white apartment. I thought it is a dream, staring out of the window at everything that falls under the category of verdant. So many plants, leaves and leaves and plants. I feel like am suddenly teleported to a cabin in the middle of a forest. But, the room in which I am sitting on a bed looks nothing like a cabin. It is cool, not like an ice cool but cool cool. I looked aside and he isn’t there. He did a drama when he woke up and I wasn’t there. For a second, I thought I am kidnapped. Who am I kidding? Who would kidnap me? Probably Amy. But, she would never put me on a bed like this unless it has a bomb fixed under it. The windows are definitely picture windows that are stationary, made to give the right amount
Last Updated : 2021-07-03
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Ruthless Epilogue
Celia’s POV THREE YEARS LATER “I still remember the thirty minutes speech Lillian gave that day.” Sasha and I are watching the wedding album. It’s Cayden who took that out and showing it to his little brother, Ron. Sasha and Xavier married six months after our marriage. They have a kid now. He is one and half year old. Zed and Lilly has a boy. He is two. We all meet every summer. And this summer, we are busy for Ryan and Meg’s wedding. Alex is with all the three kids, he raised his hand. “Then she said, do you have any idea how many bodies this hand pierced and counted each vein—” “They are kids, Alex. They can’t understand that.” Sasha shouted. Of course, he would not listen. He is continuing the story of how I threatened Jonathan. “I think I did a mistake making him god father for my children. He is completely spoiling them.” Xavier hissed. No matter what, the children refuse to stay away from him. Because, he gives them chocolates, won’t let them touch the book
Ruthless 111. The wedding
Celia’s POV It has been ten days since that proposal I did in the street of Gilbert town. I did only the proposal. Alexander has planned this grand destination wedding. We daily talk about it. Every time we talk about it, we will have an argument and we decide we don’t want any marriage at all. We end up shouting and then moaning on bed. At the night, we talk again. I never thought about what kind of wedding I will have. When they ask about dream wedding, I simply shrug. Even Alexander has no idea about it. We are two creatures who thought it would be impossible for us to get married in these lives and end up in marriage somehow. After a week, he fell silent. He hasn’t discussed about the wedding plans. Something is going on in their office. Even Xavier seemed distracted and busy. And one day, my bell rang and I opened the door just to find the two men in my family in blood. They are not bleeding like they are stabbed. There are wounds like someone punched them hardly. I qui
Ruthless 110. Euphoria
Alexander’s POV I thought they need some privacy, to put out their emotions for their best friend and brother. So, I left them for themselves for five minutes. Five minutes are all they are getting. He is intentionally trying to make me jealous. Fine, with me. I am not punching this man because I have a huge respect for his mom and his best friend. Still, I can’t help but glancing at the room once in a while or should I say, ten or twenty times in a minute. Bertha, (she insisted me to call her by name instead of Mrs. Bennett) came with a tray of cookies. Oh, god. Not again. I did a fake cry without her noticing me and took one cookie. If I don’t, she would take the trouble to put that directly into my mouth. I have eaten a lot since I came here, that my jaws are hurting from all the chewing they did. I am so tall, has a well built body and look like the man in his late twenties. But, she is treating me, in fact, she is treating all of us like seven year old kids.&nbs
Ruthless 109. The old home
Celia’s POV I was so habituated to seeing him in Black and greys and that too, they are sophisticatedly tailored shirts and suits. Now, watching him wear shorts, kaki or white T- shirts with half sleeves, loose shirts and printed trousers making me stare at him more often. They are making him look like a teenager. He knows that I have been staring at him. I didn’t try to shift my gaze when he caught me doing that. Its my right. I am confined to fit and flare crepe dresses. I can’t wear more. The climate is warm just like my life. “So, what are we going to do next?” There is a genuine interest in his voice with an added excitement. He looks careless, less worried and totally overjoyed about everything we have been doing. While we are walking, he attended few calls and that’s it. “Hakuna Matata.” He says. If that two words has a human form, it is Alexander King. I took the chance to go to a shop by excusing myself for washr
Ruthless 108. New plan
Celia's POV I apologized Meg for what Alex did. Ryan is so sure that she is going to be one of his constants. I am on the road where I am no more cutting the threads with the people who cared for me. I wanted to keep them all in my life like a family. Yes. I am making a family of friends. Alex would never apologize for what he did. At least, I should do that instead. "It's fine. I can understand." She said after a lot of explaining our situations. "He really seemed to like you and I am happy for you both as long as your husband doesn't misunderstand anything and keeps his hands to himself." I wanna say, 'I highly doubt that.' But, I nodded my head in approval. She smiled and I know. It's not that friendly but she doesn't resent me either. We walked back to the house in silence. The only noise we heard after in the house is that of plates and other utensils either slipped or thrown, glasses smashing to some kind of solid things- either floor or
Ruthless 107. At LA
Alexander’s POV I know this feeling of drawing someone’s picture when you miss them the most. We drew the curves as if we are touching them. We shade the corner of lips as if they are smiling for us and especially, we live in the moment of our past as if it is playing before us. We draw to stay close, to feel home, to feel safe, to feel their warmth and finally to feel them. I did it once after the death of that woman, after pushing Celia successfully because of my arrogant ass, nonsense judgment and baseless assumptions. I drew how she laughed after running away from the thugs. That was the first ever time I saw her laughing and giving a reaction like that. Back then or the other seconds before this instant, I never know that someone would miss me this much, that someone would love me this much and adore my laugh, cherish my little achievements, be proud of what I do and especially makes me feel that I am beautiful. Many said that before. But, feeling it without having to
Ruthless 106. Possibilities
“No.” He whispered after processing everything. That was a set up. Celia did that. For him, it meant only one thing. She trusted him enough. He is going to keep it. “I never saw you like that.” He told to the cute looking girl beside him. Not many people refer Amy as cute. But to him, she is still that little girl with backpack who followed him in silence. “It’s her. It's always have been her. I wasn’t good to her. I abused her. But, she didn’t think for a second to take my side when that woman who used to call herself my mother died. With her, I feel complete. I feel free and she doesn’t whine and complain. All she wants is me. That’s it. We both were so alike. I never felt so alive than I did with her. Because of her, I find myself attaching to Xavier again and we are good now. Even if it isn’t for her, I can’t really date you Amy. I could never be your man. That feels so wrong and Celia always feels so right no matter whatever it is.” “I know that I fucked up. But, what I felt for
Ruthless 105. Finally Free
Celia’s POV I sat on the edge of my bed. Xavier and Sasha are looking at me like I am some Dinosaur walking naked in the middle of streets. I wrap my hands around my body hugging myself from the chilling weather. “Where is he?” I asked them. Xavier shook his head, “I am trying to reach him. He is not lifting my phone.” His slim apple phone slid smoothly in his hand while he played with it. I sighed as my shoulders fell slowly. “Come on. Since he was sixteen, he doesn’t like people taking care of his things. He might be angry. He will show himself sometime.” Sasha and I agreed with him. Xavier fell silent. ‘Cause the obvious truth is, since Alex was sixteen and all the years before, he has no one to take care of his things. By the time, Xavier entered, it is too late. Alex has started to become resistant to people until me.
Ruthless 104. Shitty plan
Celia’s POV It is like you came into a bright sun after spending hours amidst a dark room. The thing is, you still can’t see anything for a while. His kiss is like that. It makes me feel numb. The spots he is exploring are the only exception and my heart counts in too. He doesn’t touch it physically. I could feel it abused, loved, mended, broken and lived and is living since he came. After few minutes of daze, I am aware of the sound we are making and the surroundings we are in. I clutch his shirt near his waist in an attempt to push him, “Little one is here.” I whispered against his lips. “And awake.” His lips would not stop the assault. He sinks more in to my mouth. That’s exactly what I wanted. But, my mouth says otherwise. “You are being reckless.” He locked the door behind us. “You have three minutes to come. Cayden will b
