" It's about my marriage. " She began, her voice low and hesitant. An evil glint appeared in his eyes. Finally! He has her where what he wants her! A good feeling bubbled in his stomach, spreading all over him. To her, he said. " What about it?" " It's not exactly the greatest." She continued, walking ahead, Damien following close behind her. " Well, marriages aren't exactly bed of roses." He said "What troubles you, my lady? Is the Duke not treating you right?" He asked. " Well, he's quite alright." She opened her mouth to say something else but snapped it shut, walking ahead. " You know what? Nevermind what I said." She told him. Damien paused in displeasure but he didn't let it show in his face. Catching up to her, he glanced at her with a warm smile on her face. " If your marriage isn't favorable to you, you can always leave. No one wants to be unhappy forever." She turned to look at him, an half- smile on her face. " Thanks, I'll r
( A week later) " Is anything the matter, dear?" Scarlett asked, drawing invisible lines on Gerald's chest as she watched him lost in his thoughts. He glanced at her, his eyes brooding and his lips drawn in a thin line. " Nothing." He replied after a while. " I'm sure there is a lot of things wrong. Why are you think so deeply? Is it something I did?" She asked, hoping that wasn't the case. He'd been with her all day but he had been oddly disconnected. " No, it's not what you did. I just want to be left alone." He replied gruffly. A flash of anger crossed her eyes but she blinked and it was gone. Sitting up on the bed where they lay, she began running her hands through his hair in hopes of what she thought was a soothing gesture. " I don't believe you. You've been looking grim all day. If you don't talk about it, I'll never know." She said softly, a worried look on her face. " I'm not sure it's the topic you want me to talk about." He told her
Serena stared at the bowl of soup in front of her, wondering what she was doing outside. She'd been staying in her room, reading a book when a maid had informed her that Mr Murphy was waiting for her. Wondering why he would see her without a request for invitation, she'd gone to see him and here she is. Although she was having fun, she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. " Are you having fun, my lady?" Damien asked, a charming smile on his face. Serena glanced at him, nodding. She looked around, watching the crowd. Smiling back, she replied. " I can't say I'm not. I didn't realize there was a festival going on in town." " It's quite a popular one really, I'm surprised you didn't know about it." He said. Serena shrugged, taking a spoonful of the soup in front of her. Surely, it smelled delicious. Scooping into her mouth, she widened her eyes. It tasted great as well. She swallowed before replying. " I don't go out that often." " I can see that." Damien said, grinning. They co
" Get your hands off my wife." Came the deep venomous voice behind Damien, hinting at the barely controlled anger. Damien froze. Shit! Shit!! Shit!!! He cussed. Slowly, he turned around to see a huge figure looming over him. The streets were still crowded, but in that moment, Damien felt like it was just he and Gerald. He resisted the urge to pull his hands away from the barely conscious Serena. " Your Grace!" He called out enthusiastically, effectively covering up the shock he felt. " It's a surprise seeing you here!" " Get. Your. Hands. Off my wife." Gerald grated out again, more dreadfully. Fear sizzled down his spine. " I would love to do that. But you see, she's barely conscious. I'm afraid she had a little too much to drink." He replied as normally as ever. Why did Gerald have to show up now that he drugged Serena? In a few steps, Gerald was directly in front of Damien. He snatched her from his hands, pulling her to his side so sh
Serena woke up the next morning, her mind blank and with a pounding headache. Glancing an unfocused gaze around, she tried to figure out where she was. She soon noticed she was in her room. She raised her brow, confused. How did she get there? Groaning, she sat up on the bed, rubbing her eyes. Her head was still pounding. A few memories started filtering in. She'd been out yesterday, with Mr Murphy. He had taken her to the pub where she had a glass of apple cider... She couldn't remember anything afterwards. Did he bring her home? A knock on the door interrupted her in her train of thoughts. She glanced at door, pursing her lips. " Come in." She muttered. Unsure if the person would hear her, she said it louder. Lana walked in, bowing in greeting. Serena murmured a reply, managing a small smile. Lana immediately set to work, opening the curtains and filling the wash basin with water. " I'm thirsty. Get me a glass of water." She said, her voice raspy. Lana im
" I don't think we can go on deceiving those couple anymore." Damien announced, staring at the wafting through the air. " If anything, they're the ones deceiving us." " What do you mean?" Scarlett asked. He glanced at her, his eyes dark and raging.. He took a long drag from the cigarette he held. Holding it for a few seconds, he let it out, watching the huge clouds of smoke. " Gerald may act unconcerned but I know he cares for her." He said. Scarlett snorted in disbelief. " How can you say that? Is it because of last night?" She asked. He'd recounted the awful tale to her and she couldn't help chuckling. " Especially because of last night." He deadpanned, his voice serious. He sighed, leaning back. " The look on his face when I held Serena wasn't the one of disinterest. He looked like he could strangle me to death for being close to her." And he almost did. The bruised skin on his neck and pain in his groin bore testament to it. The sour mood that
Gerald was on his way to Scarlett's residence. The investigation had produced more than he and expected, especially the fact that Scarlett and Murphy were once lovers. Something Scarlett had never told him. He wanted to confirm if it was true. His thoughts drifted to Serena and he stiffened. He hadn't meant what he said, especially not the way she took it. He'd tried to talk to her but she only screamed at him to go away. The guilt he felt worsened further when he heard the tears in her voice. He had left with a promise to come back and try to talk to her. He arrived at Scarlett's place just in time to see Damien leave. They were talking seriously about something and Scarlett paid no attention to her surroundings. He saw them share a kiss. The anger he'd tried so hard to control, came rearing it's ugly head. He managed to stay put until he had left. Once he disappeared in his carriage, Damien walked into the house. " I thought you left already, why are you back
( Three days later) Yesterday was a terrible day for Damien. He had been found out by the people he owed money and they had requested for him to pay in full. Of course he had no money with him to complete such payment. Angry at him for running away and even more furious for not having their money, they had been hurt severally, his body bearing bruises. He didn't understand why they would lay their hands on him despite his title and he spent some time digging. He was able to find out something. Someone more powerful had tipped them about his whereabouts and told them to treat him like that in case he didn't have the money to pay up. Gerald, his mind whispered to him. He grinded his teeth in fury. He was the only one capable of doing something like this, he thought to himself as he lay on the ground, writhing in pain. It could only mean one thing, they had been found out. Normally, he should have felt fear for the impending danger it meant but none of i
(Six months later) Serena stood outside the church doors, staring longingly at it, a smile on her face. It had been there all morning and though she knew her cheeks were probably hurting from when it faded, she knew it won't be happening anytime soon. This is the happiest day of her life. Beside her was Clara, whose arms was intertwined with her, a smile on her face as well but it was more gentle. She reached up to pull the veil over her face, shielding her vision. " Nervous?" Clara asked. Serena nodded, unable to help herself. Yes, she was nervous but she was also giddy with excitement. " Don't be." Clara whispered, going on to hold her hands. The chorus soon came and it was time to walk into the church. Serena took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. She let Clara pull her along and she followed, falling into steps with her. They soon entered the chapel and everyone eyes turned on them. Serena's hands gripped Clara's hands tightly even as her gaze settled on Gerald, who wa
The past few seconds was the most horrifying seconds of his life as Gerald stood in the room, watching as they tried to resuscitate Serena. He'd broken into the room at the sounds of their yells, disregarding everyone that tried to hold him back. It felt like a nightmare. A terrible nightmare. One that made his blood run cold and terror climb up his spine. He stood there, his eyes fixed on a pale-skined Serena, the same words repeating in his head, over and over again. Don't let it be! Please, don't let it be!! A long time passed before the mid-wife came with the reply that she was conscious again. But he still stood there frozen, imagining the worst. His eyes blurred with tears and body trembling. When the words finally sank in, he turned to the mid-wife who flinched on seeing the expression on his face. He glanced at Serena who eyes opened tiredly, color returning back to her cheeks. He ignored whatever the mid-wife was saying, marching up to Serena. Her dazed ey
The second Gerald walked into the mid-wife home, he immediately began asking for Serena, his eyes searching frantically for her. The women in the room restricted him from going further and kept telling him to him go back. Their noises and arguments forced the mid- wife out of the room she was in, wondering what was causing the commotion. She paused when she saw the strangers in the room. Clara saw the woman and immediately rushed to her, asking for Serena's health. " Not good," The woman told her and Clara's hands flwe to her mouth, stifling a gasp. " She's having complications wen we've just discovered the baby might be a breech baby. " She told Clara and watched at the color drain from her face, blanketed with horror. Gerald was there and he heard what they said. Shock was his first reaction and he stiffened all over. When the meaning of the words finally sank in, he turned to the mid-wife, rage in his eyes. " You will let me see Serena, right now." He growled, his voice calm and
Gerald finally arrived at Araith, he watched as the trees whizzed by, his heart light and racing in excitement for the first time in months. He was going to see Serena again, the knowledge wouldn't stop replaying in his head over again, his lips curled into a smile. He didn't try to brush it off. He intentionally didn't write when he'll be coming in his recent letters because he meant it to be a surprise. He imagined what kind of look she would have on his face and his smile only grew wider. He probably looks stupid now. He was already free from the responsibilities of being a Duke and now a regular person with a way too much money. That didn't matter now, all that mattered was seeing Serena again. Slightly impatient, he watched as the carriage rode till it got to her house. He sat up straight, It was so small, a huge contrast to the cold mansion he'd been living in. But he was the happiest here. Getting down from the carriage, he paid the driver his fees. The driver bo
Gerald received the letter Serena sent him. A smile was on his face as he read through it, though he was partly confused on what surprise she had back home. He tried guessing but since his guesses would be wrong, he gave up on it. Of all the guesses he made, not once did he have the thought that she could be pregnant. While he worked that day, he had a smile on his face. He decided later on, he'll be sending her a letter.... Serena decided to tell Clara the good news. And just like she expected, the older woman was happy for her. They screamed and hugged feeling so happy for Serena. Eventually they settled down to talk more about it. " He really did it?! Oh my, i still can't believe it!" Clara said, still smiling. " Well, he did. He wrote that he'll be coming soon. Though, it might be in a few months." Serena replied, her eyes smiling. " I'm sure you can't wait to see him." Clara teased and watched as Serena blushed. " He's not coming immediatel
(Four months later) Months went by and Serena never told Gerald about her pregnancy. Though she receives his letters and occasionally writes back to him, she hasn't found the courage to write that she's with a child. That, more than anything made her worried. The questions wouldn't stop running around her head. What if he stops caring? Or he hates her for it? She couldn't bear the thought. On the flip side, as the baby grew inside her, she found herself loving it. Her worry and initial fear for being pregnant had dissolved to reveal the joy that was contact on her face. Occasionally she got stares and murmurs from people around her for being pregnant and not having a husband nearby. She didn't let those words get to her as she focused on herself and the baby. She couldn't wait to have the baby in her arms and hoped to God that gerald would e happy about it. One day, Clara asked if she had already told Gerald about the pregnancy. Serena faltered, hesitating a bit. She glanced at Clar
She's pregnant, the words were a little too hard to believe. The doctor already confirmed it. She could still remember the shock she felt when he told her how far long she had gone. She's six weeks pregnant. Sinking to the ground, Serena wrapped her hands around herself, feeling cold all of a sudden. It was still so hard to believe. She bit her lips, the fear and dread threatening to cosume her. It made her unable to feel the happiness that came with such news. " There's nothing wrong with being pregnant. You're going to be fine." Serena whispered to herself, trying to sound positive. Instead, her throat closed up and she began crying instead. Any elation she has in her heart had died with this information. Now, she was just scared. Scared out of her mind. She didn't know if this was good news or not. She didn't know if she should tell Gerald or keep it to herself. She knew she couldn't, they were all going to find out sooner or later. The unknown was threatening to drive her crazy.
( Six weeks later) Serena has been feeling tired a lot lately. When the symptoms showed up four weeks ago, she blamed it on lovesickness. Well now, she couldn't ignore it. Still, she tried to work like before, ignoring the way her body protests all the time. Part of what made her push through was the letters she receives from Gerald on a weekly basis. They never hesitated to put a smile on her face and she found herself anticipating his return. Today, she had visited Clara to spend some time with her. She found it hard to concentrate in their conversations as she kept stifling yawns and zoning out. Clara eventually noticed and decided to ask her about it. " Dear, are you okay? This is the third time you'll be yawning in the past minute." She called out gently, genuinely worried. Serena glanced at her, a small smile on her face. But her eyes look tired. " Yes, I'm fine Clara. Just a little tired." She sighed, looking away. Another yawn came and this time s
" I'll do it." Gerald finally said with a note of finality. Serena turned to him, startled. " What?" She asked, confused. He looked at her, his face serious." Then, I'll do it. I'll give up my title and come stay here with you." He answered. Serena was about to burst out laughing until she heard the seriousness in his voice. Her smile dried up immediately. " You ARE serious." She muttered, staring at him. Slowly, she sat up on the bed. " This is not a joke, right? I would be really angry with you if this is a joke." She said, her voice also serious. " I've never been more serious with anything in my entire life." He replied. Serena's heart skipped a beat as she stared at him. Her brain was reeling and she found it hard to understand what he was saying. " But... How are you going to do that?" She asked, still trying to wrap her head around it. Gerald's lip twitched then. He leaned close, kissing her forehead. " That's for me to worry abou