*RADELLA* "Forget that bastard's name, I'm Louis, your husband, and get used to saying my name!" I kept quiet and closed my eyes when Louis released his grip and punched the wall next to my face. I don't know why I was afraid of him, his actions yesterday traumatized me. I have never been rude to my parents or anyone close to me from childhood to adulthood. I didn't expect it to feel like that. I can't even open my mouth wide because my cheeks still feel bruised and my lips still sting. He's the bastard, not my chef. "I lost my appetite because you mentioned his name, that chef, I'll make sure he suffers!" he said with murderous eyes. Louis stepped away and left the room, slamming the door making me startled. He is very rude and angry. How can I fall in love and forget Keaton? OH God help him, don't let Louis hurt him. *** Morning I woke up early and was still uninspired. Locked up in the room and only having food delivered to the room. There is no appetite because my lips
*KEATON* The busyness in the kitchen with smoke billowing and the sound of cooking utensils clinking from every corner of the kitchen was so enthusiastic. The smell of cooking had wafted out of the kitchen. The breakfast menu has been served. I'm preparing the necessities for the lunch menu. "Edward, chicken stock, fish, shrimp and vegetable stock, please prepare it today." "Yes, chef!" "Dovi, please prepare 20 large pieces of fresh salmon for grilling." "Yes, chef!" I walked around the kitchen monitoring everyone working. In the corner, I heard the girls gossiping. I strained my ears to hear what they were talking about. "Madam isn't coming again?" "I don't think so, you were watching yesterday's news or this morning's newspaper. It said she was pregnant." "What!?" I was shocked to hear that too. She is pregnant and that is our child. Finally, what I wanted from her came true. Last night I asked my older brother for his opinion about our forbidden relationship.
*LOUIS* Watching the love drama of these two people who don't want to be separated makes me sick. Ella begged me with her pleading eyes, but I couldn't feel pity, no! Because I'm jealous! "I told you earlier... did you forget, baby?" I whispered in her ear and she could only cry and then her eyes continued to look at that damn man. The man who dared and dared to taste mine belonged to Louis! "You all go, I'll call you back when you're done," I shouted to those I had given the task of beating the man, they lowered their heads and left without asking anything. After they left I let go of Ella's hand and saw what their love was like. Ella ran and immediately hugged the man, sobbing and I felt suffocated. To be a husband is willing to have my wife hug and cry for another man, even though I am also guilty, I am still not willing and don't want to compare my faults and her faults. I leaned my body against the wall and tried to make these two people realize that I was among them. "W
*KEATON* I hate myself because I couldn't save what I should be able to save. If I had known yesterday that she was pregnant, I would have taken her away from this city. I will persuade her or even kneel at her feet so that she follows what I say. And now, it's too late. Because of this man, she risked our child. For God's sake! I hate being in a helpless state like this! The man approached me after being satisfied with doing everything he wanted. If both of my hands and feet were separated, he wouldn't be able to smile with satisfaction like this. "Open the tape on his mouth," he ordered. My eyes saw the jar in her hand. Oh my God, my child, my child's fetus. "You are cruel! You don't know how much a child means. I pray that God will punish you!" I swore at him. I don't want my child to be killed before he develops normally. He is a savage man! "This is the consequence if you dare to fight a Jackwell. Just so you know even this is too light in your punishment," He taunted
*LOUIS* Torturing her like this is better than me having to beat her and never be satisfied until she forgets about that chef. Of course, I hope she understands why I am like this and what she thinks about me is wrong! The food trolley brought by the waiter was still tightly closed and the plates were still clean. "She doesn't want to eat?" "No sir, not even lunch," She said. I took over the trolley and brought it back into the room. Seeing her sitting pensive, leaning in front of the window. Her face was sad and the tears kept falling. She wiped tears roughly several times. "Come on, honey, or do you want me to feed you straight from my mouth because you haven't eaten a bite, poor them," I said. She turned her head, and the sharp eyes looked even more sexy. The color of the bright blue eyes is so enchanting. "Why did you make me like this? You made him hate me, you slandered me indirectly. Why don't you want me to be happy when you were happy with your woman for 5 years
*RADELLA* It's been a week since I was still locked in my room. I don't know how long he locked me up like this. Food arrives at the appointed time. All day all I do is daydream in front of the window. There is no entertainment, even watching TV, there are no channels. He cut me off from world news. I can't know anything. Every day Louis always watches me eat, secretly. I ate but had no appetite. Not because I think about my children's future but because I miss him, their father. "Ella—" I glanced at him, watching him walk towards me. The smirk on his lips annoyed me. Take off his tie and put it in his trouser pocket. "I want you to serve me tonight," he said, carefree. He didn't care at all about what I had said. How many times do I have to refuse that request? "You're used to women other than me, go and look outside," I said, looking back outside. Looking at the sky was better than looking at his face full of lewdness. "I've been patient enough to see you stressed all
*RADELLA* My body is turned upside down and my knees are propped up to support my weight. He didn't mess around with what he said. Enter mine from behind with one push and hard. "Ash, Louis!" Not only did he make me scream because his big dick made me tight and sore but the slap of his big hand on my ass cheeks added to the pain. "Yes, honey, call me stupid again." I shook my head, feeling the pain of the second slap accompanied by a harder stomp. The sensation is a little different. I don't know, if I'm stupid, or I'm numb because really, I enjoyed it. "Say, honey, you're sexier if you scream," I couldn't even feel pain and comfort mingling into one balanced whole. Half of my brain even asked for more, I wanted it to be even tighter. Oh no! My child feels sorry inside because of Louis' brutal treatment. "Come on, scream honey, I wanna hear your voice," "Ah, Louis, it hurts—" I don't know what my two butt cheeks look like, which continue to be the target of his anger. He's
*RADELLA* It doesn't feel like I've gone through days without tension with him. Louis no longer travels, he focuses on running the business from afar and taking over my authority at the hotel. He also took good care of me. Our marital relationship got off to a torturous start. Slowly I can accept him. Everything has a balanced reciprocity. If he is good then I will also be good and obey all his wishes. "Louis... it looks like you have to clean your plane because you haven't used it for a long time and Ella said she wanted to see the Eiffel Tower," said my mother-in-law. My mother and her mother always visit me. They are very enthusiastic about seeing the development of the fetus in my stomach. Once a month they always take me to the doctor to check the condition of my two children. I shook my head when Louis saw me, "That's right honey, do you want to go on a traveling?" Louis asked "When did I say mommy," I denied what She said. Louis and I are getting better, but that doesn'
*RADELLA* In the morning. "You cheap woman!" I woke up and sat up straight away when Keaty shouted at me like that in my dream. I turned my head and saw Louis still sleeping by my side. Rubbing my face I got out of bed. Wearing a silk kimono. Take a glass of drinking water and sip it slowly. Open the balcony door and close it again. The sky was still dark and looked beautiful because of the stars shining on it. My life, which used to feel dark, is now bright because of Louis' love. But it wasn't easy, I had to go through a lot. Love that shouldn't be. A relationship that was initially forced becomes something that is addictive and difficult to forget but must be left behind. And finally what? I'm to blame, me. I was the one who tried to save my child but I was the one who was hated. I tried to protect my child but I was also hated. I am the one who cannot escape the situation. I am also the one who is hated, insulted, and humiliated without thinking, what if they were me? I'
RADELLA When we got home, the guard at the gate told us that two men had come to visit our house while we were still in China. They even asked on the phone back if we were home. I looked at the CCTV footage and recognized that it was Keaton's brothers. “Let me make the call,” I said. Before I looked for them, it turned out they were looking for us first, what a coincidence. I can no longer maintain my ego to continue seeking help from other people. Keaty also wants to get to know them and it's time for them to meet for the first time. "Hello, good afternoon, I'm Radella, Chef," "Good afternoon, Madam Radella. I, Kyle. Thank you for contacting me. I would like to ask permission to deliver Keaton's last letter to Keatra. If you don't allow us to meet Keatra, then we just want to leave the letter and please, this time receive Keaton's last message in that letter." "Yes, come with Chef Dimitri, Keatra wants to get to know you," "She already knows. We'll be there in about two h
*RADELLA*I looked at Louis who was also surprised to see her climbing the stairs quickly without paying attention to us. She never like this. My feet stepped back up the stairs after her. I can't guess what happened. Does she already know who she is and is angry with me for not telling her the truth or something else because she was taken by force?I have to think positively. She came into the room and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at me who was slowly approaching her. "What's wrong, honey? You're angry with us," I said, and her gaze sharpened. I sat next to her and her head turned to look at me. "Can I ask, Mom?" I gulped saliva; suddenly, my heart started beating fast. I'm afraid what he's asking is very difficult for me to reveal. "Yes, darling, say everything you want to ask." "Who am I? Whose child am I?" Finally, the words came out of her tiny lips. I can't say this truth. Oh my God! I was shaken, my brain couldn't think, let alone explain everything. Her eyes pierce
*RADELLA* It's been 8 days, I've been waiting with uncertainty. How many times have I begged Louis to let me talk to Keaty on the phone to relieve my longing? but he always said that the telecommunications signal was disrupted and difficult to contact. What mother wouldn't be worried if she heard that her daughter was in the middle of a war that could result in lives being lost? Even though she was in a refugee barracks which was heavily guarded by fully armed soldiers. Misfortune can happen if the enemy is too bold to act worse than they think. "Today, she will go home, but she will arrive tomorrow afternoon. Are you still worried?" Louis cupped my face with both hands. His eyes searched straight into mine. Eye bags that look sunken and black indicate I'm not getting enough rest. I couldn't sleep well; every hour, I woke up and fell asleep again 15 minutes later. It always repeats itself every day and sometimes I don't want to sleep anymore. I feel like I'm not okay. I was wor
RADELLA "Louis!" I rushed into the room. Luckily, it was quiet; there were no people. He was surprised to see me, then stood up and approached me, who was having difficulty speaking. "Why honey, what happened?" I was confused, looking at him, who was also worried about watching me and holding my arms, so I stopped moving and focused on standing in front of him. "Keaty, I... I just met Keaton's older brother. He told Keaton about an inherited disease from his grandmother, and, I, I—" "Calm down honey," He grabbed me and took me to the sofa. "How can I calm down, Louis? I want to check on her. I want to see her now. I want her to come home quickly. Please, tell your bodyguards to take her home tomorrow." "It will tire her out, Ella, the journey there is quite tiring. The air time is long. I will send our plane when they get home. Everything will be fine. We have to be sure that she is healthy, okay." I hugged him, crying in his arms, "I can't imagine that happening to her. L
*RADELLA*Today my schedule is a visit to a foundation that accommodates children with cancer. Donations in the form of food, fruit, vegetables, and medical equipment, as well as the medicines they need. I and several people who are administrators of charity activities mingled with them.Small children aged 5 to 8 years have also been diagnosed with cancer. I try to get them to recover. Their future is still long and their body's strength can still develop, supported by healthy food and proper and appropriate medication management. To liven up the atmosphere so it wasn't stiff, we sang together and after that had lunch together. "Lunch is ready?" "Yes, Madam," answered my assistant who is always by my side when there are outside activities like this. Her job was just to coordinate what I needed. "Radella, come here, let's take a photo—" Mrs. Georgia, the wife of a minister called me and asked me to selfie together. These administrators are not just ordinary women. The wives of off
*Louis*Arranged marriage in my family is inevitable. Gree has been the strongest candidate in my family from the start. My mother liked him and hoped for him to get a wife with a girl of noble birth who was equal to us. For the sake of preserving good and pure noble descendants. Luckily Gree purely has my blood because I would be considered a fraud if it turned out that Gree wasn't my real son. "Keaty doesn't need to take military education, right? I don't think she's strong," said Ella. I understand that too and I won't force it. The one I have to force is Louisa. That girl must get the best education. She is very capable of tarnishing my good name. "No honey, don't worry. Do you want to take a shower with me?" I answered. Seeing her so confused face, I knew what she was thinking. After being busy arranging Gree's matchmaking, she was busy again thinking about how Chef's son didn't meet her daughter. What if she knew that the man was also in Africa, as a commander on a secret mis
Radella "Mom, Louis, and I have agreed to give our sons the freedom to choose wives according to their wishes. Based on our experience, arranged marriages are difficult and it's a pity for the women who are arranged marriages if they don't love them," I reasoned. My Mother-in-law's face was still firm and did not soften. "You feel all that, Ella, and love needs a process. You two can be happy now, right? Greeshawn has strong charisma; in the future, he will be Louis' successor. If you want to give that freedom, please just go to Marshawn." Gosh, why did she choose it? We have the right to provide the best for our children. My sister-in-law smiled and held my hand. "Gree has to get the best girl. Mommy probably already has a candidate," She said and my mother-in-law immediately answered, "Yes, a Princess from Spain, Tatiana Esperanza. She is still 18 years old and I want to introduce them later after the girl is declared unfit for Gree." Gosh, what can I say to Crystal, poor her?
Radella There was a fear that gnawed at my soul. Guilt for selfishness that persists until now. This was a terrible blow that hit the deepest recesses of my soul. What did he do wrong to me, nothing, no. I was in the wrong but he was the one who received the scars of all this until the end of his life. Goodbye, Keaton, rest and peace in there, I'm sorry. *** "You ready?" I took Keaty to the airport, Louis didn't have time because there was an internal company meeting that couldn't be postponed. The 10 best bodyguards are ready in front of the house and will come with her. Keaty sighed when she saw the burly men lined up neatly in front of her. They each introduced themselves. After finishing, Keaty got into the car with me first. "I'm like a prisoner, Mom," She said, looking at the bodyguards through the car window. They wore white T-shirts, jeans, and black glasses. It looks inconspicuous if it's just one or two people, but if they walk together behind Keaty then they will