Christian
"Nah! Not enough", Emery pouts, crossing her legs on the bed. Her blonde-curly hairs shine in the bright glint when I look at her.
"I have a lot of work to do", I mutter, putting my guitar down.
"But you said you'll sing for me until I'm done with listening to you", she makes a babyface and shows tantrums.
"And you're not done with my songs after continuously listening for an hour", I shrug.
"No", she grimaces. "Another one, please. Otherwise, I'll complain about you to dad"
"You always threaten me like this. But for your kind information, Miss Emery. Your dad has called for an audition today. You can't complain about me", I chuckle.
"Fuck!", she frowns.
"Emery. You shouldn't speak like that. You're still too young to use these words", I tell her, arranging my stuff from her bed.
"But I'm seventeen now", she pouts.
"Not adult, obviously. Now dig your face into your books", I laugh.
"Christian", sh
Ivanna"Home, sweet home", Adavan beams as we step inside the villa after the honeymoon. We went to Los Angeles two weeks ago. I never knew the honeymoon lasts so long. However, Adavan has his own rules.The servants take our bags and move to the room. I quietly follow him. I'm feeling too exhausted after such a long journey. He lies down on the bed, spreading his arms."How are you feeling? It would be the best vacation for you, right babygirl?", he asks with a smile."Sort of", I say. "My best vacation is with mom and dad. You know we had gone for a picnic and.....", I was telling him with so much excitement but as I look at him my smile vanishes. He is glaring at me with his fury eyes."I mean... They are my mom dad. Not any guy....", I mumble. "So you....""You know I don't like it when you prioritise someone over me, even if they are your parents", he spits."I'm sorry", I mutter, lowering my hea
IvannaI keep throwing up inside the washroom until my breathing is stable. I hear Adavan yelling from the dining room, asking me what is happening but he doesn't bother to come and check me out. I wash my face several times and come out of the washroom.I am clueless about my health. As far as I remember I haven't eaten anything out of my diet. Rubbing my chest I reach the dining table when Adavan glances at me with a confused look."What happened? You were throwing up?", he grumbles."Yes. I.... Can I go and take some rest? I'm not feeling well", I mutter without looking at him."I'm coming home after two days and you have sickened yourself", he shrugs. "How can you fall sick without going out doing anything?"I have no answer. I keep my head low, trying to hold myself. I'm feeling like I'll faint if I don't lie down on the bed now."Madam", Martha comes running from the kitchen and holds me then she looks at Adavan. "Master, she ne
IvannaI am having cold shivers all over my body while thinking about the consequences. I don't wanna imagine what he will do after knowing this. That person neither has heart nor has humanity. What if he tries to harm my child.Anxiety runs across my veins as I hold my throat, trying to stable myself. I can't let this happen. He separated me from my mom, he snatched my love away from me. I won't let him do any harm to my baby. I hold my belly."I'll protect you at any cost, no matter what happens", I say in a firm voice, cleaning my tears.I hear the sound of the door when Martha comes inside again. My heart leaps. Did she already tell him?"Unfortunately, Master is unavailable now. Maybe he is too much busy at work", she smiles as I release a sigh of relief. "But he'll be happy if he gets to know", she says touching my chin as I clamour out."Nooooo..", I yelp, again sweating."What happened, Madam?", she asks worriedly, holding my
IvannaI didn't know how I got the courage all of a sudden to do all this. I let myself to go with the flow. My eyes remain steady on the screen until he sees my message. Shockingly he opens it within a few seconds. My heart is thumping while I shake in nervousness. A few seconds later his reply flashes on the screen."Hello", he took a long time to send this word."How are you?", my hands tremble while typing.Like the first time, he sees the message immediately but takes a little time to respond."Fine, what about you?", he replies."You must be busy. Sorry to disturb", I reply."You know I'm never busy for you", this time he immediately replies as I feel goosebumps all over me and a smile on my face. Before I can reply he replies again."I mean, I'm not busy now", he replies. "How are you?""I'm good", I reply with a smiley."Great", he replies after a few seconds. I press my lips, being nervous.
AdavanPregnant! Did I hear pregnant? The doctor must be drunk for sure."I'm talking about my wife. Ivanna Gomez. Which woman are you talking about", I shrug."Yes, yes, Mr Gomez. I'm talking about your wife. Mrs Ivanna Gomez is pregnant. Didn't she tell you yet? Oh! I think I ruined her surprise", she spits. However, I'm in no mood to listen to her nonsense.My head is spinning with her fucking words. Pregnant. Ivanna is pregnant. I repeat the words in my mind again. In no time, anger flows through my veins as I clutch my fists, clenching my jaw."How the fuck is she pregnant?", I roar, kicking the couch away. She has to answer. She fucking needs to answer me on how she can be pregnant.I walk faster towards the room and kick the door as I enter inside. Ivanna immediately gets up from the bed as she sees me. I can see the nervousness on her face. She is sweating and shaking in fear while looking at me. My doubts seem to be true. Fuck! I'm
Adavan"We...we can't abort her child right now", the doctor stammers while checking Ivanna. All of them are getting on my nerves again. They want me to digest this. I can't stand this for a second."What the fuck do you mean?", I scream aloud. "You'll have to do it. Now! Right now. So, we will have to go to the hospital, right? Fine. Take her to the hospital and just finish this as soon as possible""Mr Gomez, we can't... We can't do it when she is not stable, not in this condition. It can harm her", she mumbles."Heck!", I think I'll go crazy now. I just can't bear that.When Ivanna uttered that she is pregnant, I lost it. I had never been so depressed, so furious in my whole life. She knows what I can do. She knows that I can't even bear a man to look at her and here she fucked her ex-boyfriend. Christian! Bloody bastard. I'll tackle him soon. However, now I need to erase his sign from her womb at any cost."When?", I grumble, controlling
ChristianMy head aches as I strive to open my eyes, finding a blurry vision of a girl in front of me. Rubbing my eyes I stable my vision and discover Emery sitting in front of me. I panic to get up, her eyes are glued to me, my heart beating faster, finding her next to me."Good morning", she smiles."Are you mad, Emery? Why the hell did you bring me to your home last night? Do you have some sense left? Do you know what have you done?", I lash out at her as she keeps looking at me, sealing her lips.I clutch my hairs, being frustrated as my head aches terribly."Are you okay?", she holds my shoulder. "Relax! Just look around. This is not my place", she says in a calm voice as I look up and roll my eyes, getting a huge shock. I'm at Ivanna's home."Here?", my mouth falls open."I didn't feel it right to leave you at your dorms. You said that Mrs Rozario is like a mother to you, so I brought you here", she smiles.I just remembe
Ivanna"Sure, Madam", Martha says casually and gets back to the kitchen.*After a while, Martha serves me breakfast as I start absorbing the pasta hurriedly. I hadn't eaten anything last night. How can I be so careless now? While munching the pasta, I hear the footsteps of someone and immediately look up, finding Adavan in front of me. His eyes are scorching like fire. My eyes move from his head to toe. He has clenched his jaw and tightened his fists."Good morning", I say while munching. "Come, have some pasta", I hoist my hand with a spoonful of pasta and chuckle."You fucking kidding me, right?", he shrugs. "Just throw it away. You are not eating all the shit"I don't bother to look at him and continue eating. "Martha, can you please bring me some more sauce, please? The hot one. I told you to make it spicier"At the next moment, my breakfast is on the floor. He threw it away, making a massive explosion as I glare at him."