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Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIVE.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. That night; the night of the date; Adrian and I slept in each other's arms after a very long time of abstaining from one another; we slept in each other's arms after being drained from the exhilarating and passionate activities that we involved ourselves in. That night would forever be a memorable one for me as it marked the start of something fresh, sweet, intimate, and passionate between my husband and I. The night had easily slid its way up to the top of my list, taking the crown for the best night that I'd ever had in all of my twenty four years of living. The date, although unexpected, would be forever ingrained in my heart as it had been such a wonderful and romantic event. Once more, Adrian had managed to shock me and this time, whether he meant to or not, he had won me over. As the days after our fervid activities stretched into weeks, Adrian and I could scarcely keep our hands off of one another. After spending the day time apart from each other, wi
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIX.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. The early morning sun light licked its way, mutely, through the closed cream colored curtains that covered the length of the windows in my new bed room, and fell on to my face. I felt a smile pull across my lips from the feeling of the sun rays that kissed my face, while letting a sigh of contentment escape from my lips. It was finally the D-day; the day that I was to finish my last exam for the semester and now more than ever before, I was closer to achieving my dreams; or more so, the dreams that my father-in-law, Alfredo had designed for the company at the expense of his one and only daughter in-law. Gently prying my eyes open, I threw away the blankets and comforter that I had tucked myself into the previous night, and buried my feet into my bathroom slippers. With my slippers slapping gently against the floors of my bed room, I made my way to the windows and threw the curtains wide open. I felt a surge of happiness swell in my chest as I watched
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVEN.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. For, very possibly, the fifteenth time on that day, I declined another incoming call from an unsaved and unknown phone number on my mobile phone. The caller had been blowing up my mobile phone with calls since very early that morning and I had also been declining all of the calls ever since then, but instead of said caller reading between the lines by realizing that I was not interested in picking up the call and giving up on disturb me with calls, he or she, instead, only became even more of a disturbance as the calls only became more persistent. Almost immediately after I had declined the previous call, my ringtone blared from my phone's speakers and the same unsaved and unknown number flashed on the phone's screen. At the sight of the unknown caller ID, I let out a hiss through my teeth and groaned in frustration. On my reaction, my friends who had been busy contemplating what food and drinks to get from the school cafeteria for lunch, looked up from their
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHT.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. As soon as I had dropped my pen for the last paper of the examination for the duration of the semester, I practically flew out of the lecture room, only having just enough time to bid my friends a quick farewell before I made my way to the school's parking lot where I had parked my car earlier in the day. The source of my hurry was not the fact that I wanted to get out of the school grounds as fast as possible because I had just concluded the semester's examinations; although it could be counted as one of the reasons as I had day dreamt and imagined how thrilling it would be to run out of the school after finally finishing the exams. The sole reason for my rush was the fact that I had an appointment to meet up with that afternoon; an appointment that I could not afford for any of my family members or friends to catch wind or get an inkling of. Once inside the confines of my car, I took in deep breaths to regulate my breathing which had been affected in m
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINE.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. "You're expected back in three working days for the result of your tests." "Okay, doctor. Thank you very much for your time." "You're most welcome, Mrs Valencia." the doctor said. "Have a great rest of the day." I greeted. "You do the sane too, Mrs Valencia." she reciprocated. After bidding my farewells to Doctor Melissa Vamos, the obstetrician gynecologist that attended to me and directed me in the process of confirming whether the strip test that I had taken in the confines of my bathroom were accurate or not. After exiting the doctor's office, I felt a wave of nervousness wash over me once again- it was a different feeling from the type that I'd had on my way to the hospital and my entry into the doctor's office. This feeling was almost new as it felt very fresh and undiluted in its tenseness. The processes that I had undergone and being a partaker of while trying to confirm the suspicions that I had about the true state of my health had been n
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TEN.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.When Adrian retracted his palms which he had placed around my eyes as a blindfold, I was surprised by the sight that lay before me in the living room; it could be said, and recorded, that once more, my husband, Adrian Valentino, had succeeded in surprising me- and this surprise of his was indeed, much like some of the few other occurrences of such, a pleasant one.Bared before me, on the marble floors of the living room, were rose flower petals- bright red petals that covered the expanse of the floors and arranged in parallel lines to mark off a pathway that led from the sitting area of the house to another part of our homestead; one which I was very eager to explore at that moment.“Oh, wow!” I said, my eyes trailing over the length of the living room’s floors.“Come now, my lady.” Adrian said, moving to stand beside me and bending his elbow in a gesture that mimicked that which the English gentlemen usually did in movies, “There is much more to see.” “Oh really?”
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVEN.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. The feelings that I experienced at the surprise dinner with Adrian were new; raw, and they were as terrifying as they were exciting. More than I cared to admit, these new feelings coursed through my body and surged through my being, every waking moment, in those days that led after the dinner. I could barely look at Adrian without my chest surging or without my heart beating as fast as a horse's gallop; it was frightening to feel and I feared, and dreaded, that moment when I would have to accept these feelings of mine for what they really were. The days following the surprise dinner rolled by faster than I hoped than they would and without much warning or alerting, the day of my truth finally arrived. That morning was like any other morning that I'd had in the house that I now shared with my husband. I woke up to the sunlight, in its full glory, shining its bright and luscious light; as usual, the morning sun light licked its way, mutely, through the closed
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWELVE.
lDANIELLE'S P.O.V. Sometimes, when I would find myself in a discomfiting position, I would imagine what it felt like to be breathless; I wondered what it would feel like to be completely, utterly, breathless and for every single breath of air to leave one's body. Truthfully speaking, I had always pondered the idea and the concept of shock as it was a phenomenon that caused me great intrigue. It usually was a feeling of distress and disbelief that one would have when something; either bad or good; happened accidentally. My reaction at hearing, from the doctor, that I was actually pregnant was a sick feeling of shock. "What?!" I asked, "Wait, what?!” I kept repeating the phrase into the phone as if I had never heard those words before in my life. I did not know why I said the words, and I did not even mean to say them but they kept coming regardless. I could call it an accident and I could also tag it a surprise but an unexpected pregnancy was not something that
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Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-NINE.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V I stirred from my slumber, my eyes blinking open reluctantly. The room was bathed in the soft glow of dawn and a lingering sense of unease clung to me. As consciousness found its way back to me, I felt the sting in my eyes which were heavy from a restless night. My eyes stung as I tried to focus on the familiar surroundings. A few remnants of the nightmares that had plagued my sleep replayed in my mind, their vivid images taunting me. A groan escaped my lips as I tried to sit up, the dryness and ache in my throat were evidence of the tumultuous night I had. The taste of fear lingered in my mouth, leaving me parched and exhausted. When I finally sat up, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I could still hear the faint echoes of my own screams and I took a quick glance around, half expecting to find shadows lurking in the corners of the room. The sheets clung to my skin- further evidence of my night which had been filled with restlessness. The room, usually a pe
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-EIGHT.
ADRIAN'S P.O.V. It had been a month since the storm called Chase Sinclair, had hit our lives, leaving destruction and doubts in his wake. The air hung heavy, in my office, with the weight of unspoken words as Omar Zayn, my lifelong confidante and best friend, sat across from me. His eyes, filled with understanding, met mine, as if searching for the turmoil that had etched its mark onto my soul over the past month. The weight of the past month lingered heavily on my shoulders, and I couldn't shake the guilt that gripped my conscience. "Omar, I messed up big time," I sighed, rubbing my temples. Omar leaned in, concern etched on his face. "What happened with you two, Adrian? Last time I knew, you guys were solid. Tell me everything. Maybe there's a way to fix this." Omar said, his expression empathic. In a flash, I recalled the doubts that had plagued me and the message that had led to my questioning Danielle's fidelity " I doubted Dannie's loyalty, questioned her commitment
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SEVEN.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V I woke up with a splitting headache. The piercing pain that seared through my head dragged me out of the depths of unconsciousness. As my eyes fluttered open, I groaned, clutching my throbbing temple. The room spun and my vision blurred as I blinked. "Where in the world am I?" I muttered while trying to make sense of my surroundings. As I tried to sit up, the sharp pain in my head intensified, sending shockwaves through my body. It felt like a sledgehammer had collided with my skull and I could hear the faint echoes of my own pained groans. With my muddled senses, I struggled to make sense of my situation. I continued to blink rapidly to clear off the dizzy spell until the dimly lit room slowly came into focus. Suddenly, I felt restraints on my wrists and ankles. "What the hell...?" I muttered pulling at the ropes that bound me and restricted my movement. On seeing that they would not budge, undiluted panic started to creep into my bod
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SIX..
DANIELLE'S P.O.V The weeks following my traumatic ordeal at the hands of Chase were a blur of hospital rooms and tests. I had also been offered therapy sessions, but I rejected them as the very last thing I wanted to do was revisit the torture I had gone through. However, I could not seem to run away from those days of captivity as even after I had long been discharged from the hospital, my mind was still trapped in the nightmares that had plagued me ever since that fateful day- the day Chase Sinclair had kidnapped me. It felt like I was trapped in a unending nightmare, unable to escape the memories of what had happened to me- memories of how my baby had almost been taken away from me. I was back in the safety of the mansion Adrian and I had gotten but the house which used to bring me so much peace now seemed as oppressive as it was comforting. I sat on the plush couch in the living room of our grand mansion, surrounded by my friends and family. Adrian was on a busi
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FIVE.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. The hospital corridors stretched before me, a maze of sterile white walls, distant echoes of life, and busked whispers. Their white walls were an unsettling reminder of the captivity I had endured for far too long at the hands of Chase Sinclair. Determination surged through my veins as I made my way towards the women's restroom, a small glimmer of hope guiding me towards the next step in my escape. I walked with purpose and my steps were fueled by a desperate determination to reclaim my life from the clutches of the darkness that Chase had surrounded me with. My footsteps faltered as both anticipation and apprehension coursed through my veins and each footfall echoed in my ears as I made my way to the restroom. Every step that I took felt heavy with anticipation and my heart pounding in my chest as I neared the restroom. It was a moment that held the key to my freedom; the key to reuniting with my family and escaping the clutches of Chase once and for all. As
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FOUR.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. Chase’s eyes bore into mine, and I could see the rage simmering beneath them. His gaze moved around the room, scanning for any signs of betrayal and then, suddenly, his eyes locked onto my shaking figure. A cruel smile pulled at his lips as he lunged towards me and on reaching me, he grabbed my hand with his grip tightening around my wrist. Panic engulfed me as he wrenched the phone from its hiding place under the pillow and he held it up, triumph gleaming in his eyes. “You really thought you could get away, didn’t you?” he sneered, his voice dripping with malice I stood there, transfixed to the spot by the fear that caused my heart to pound in my chest, my hands trembling. The stolen phone rested securely in Chase’s grip; a small but strong weapon that I had used against the man who had held me captive for far too long. Chase loomed over me, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and desperation. "You think you're so clever, don't you?" His voic
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY THREE.
ADRIAN'S P.O.V The walls of my office seemed to close in on me as I sat there, utterly drained from the dual onslaught of my demanding position and the storm raging inside of me. The dim lights seemed to intensify the shadows that had taken a place in my life recently and the air felt heavy as the weight of my tumultuous life burdened me. The office room felt like a prison of polished wood and cold steel and the distant hum of the city just outside of the office walls did nothing to ease the feeling of being trapped. The room that was usually a place of productivity and creativity, had. now become a battlefield between my professional obligations to the company and my personal emotions. Rubbing my temples gently, I tried to erase the persistent ache that clawed at my skull, but I couldn't seem to find relief from it. Weariness weighed heavily on my shoulders, and burden on my heart as I could not seem to get away from the shattered pieces of my broken life. The weight of my r
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-TWO.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. The days, weeks, or perhaps months, following my abduction felt like an eternity; I had lost track of time as those moments that I spent while being trapped in this desolate room passed in a hazy blur of fear and despair. Each passing moment was filled with fear, uncertainty, and a desperate longing for my freedom, every second spent in Chase’s clutches was a reminder of the very fragile line that separated both my life and death, every waking moment that I spent in that godforsaken room was tainted by the knowledge that I was at the mercy of a man I once called a friend; a man whom I had thought to forgive and let go of the hurtful things that he had done to me in the past; a man that had now turned into an obsessed captor; a man that had snatched me away from my peaceful existence. The room was always dark and even with the air conditioner, who’s hum served as the only other source of sound in the dreary space, it always felt suffocating as the only other me
Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY ONE.
DANIELLE'S P.O.V. I did not know how long I slept for, or how many days had passed by while I was in a state of unconsciousness; all I could remember when I slowly opened my eyes, the heaviness of sleep still lingering in my limbs, was that I had been taken against my will and the culprit of my kidnapping was none other than my former childhood friend and recently reconciled nemesis. As my vision started to clear, I found myself in a dimly lit room; it was not as small as the one I had previously woken up in, but it felt the same to me as I felt the sterile walls closing in on me. Panic coursed through my veins as the memories of the events leading up to my kidnapping flooded my mind. My heart raced and thumped loudly in my chest as the realization of my situation settled in once more. I would give anything to exact as much pain on the culprit of my predicament and source of my pain at that moment. Chase Sinclair! A name that I had once associated with friendship; a name that
