Ximena/Angela’s POV
I left my room after some time. My stomach grumbled, and it seemed like the family wasn't planning on having breakfast today. As I walked through the hallway, I heard voices coming from Hudson's room. I moved closer to eavesdrop. He was fighting with Mila again. Do they do this all the time, or is my presence causing it?"Point of correction, we are not married. You seem to forget that fact every single day. The sooner you stop poking your nose into my affairs, the better for everyone," Hudson snarled.I couldn’t believe it—Hudson and Mila were never married. That means I was his last wife. The thought made me giggle.“What are you doing?” A voice behind me almost made my heart stop. I slowly turned around to see Adeline glaring at me, her eyes even darker than usual, making her look eerie."Um... I was just... I mean, I was about to see Hudson. But he seems busy, so I will just go get something to eat," I babbled, tryXimena/Angela’s POVIt was Saturday morning, and I woke up feeling dull and weak. My head throbbed, and my heart kept skipping beats. I tried calling Davey, but he wasn’t answering. Why do I feel so strange this morning? I should be overjoyed; Rafael is coming to get his child today, and Mila will be out of this house and out of Hudson’s life.At the dining table, Adeline and Mila kept glancing at me. Their unusual looks made me uneasy.Adeline smiled and added an omelet to my plate. “Fill up your energy, Angela. You will need it,” she said.My heart skipped a beat, and my stomach twisted. I glanced at Hudson, who was focused on his food, while Mila and Adeline exchanged sinister grins.“Excuse me,” I said, standing up. I couldn’t bear their stares any longer.“Are you alright?” Hudson asked, and I nodded.I went to my room and called Rafael to cancel his visit. Change of plans.Later, Hudson came into my room. “How do you feel now?” he asked, feeling my neck.“I’m okay,” I said,
Ximena/Angela’s POV"Where are you taking me?" I cried as they shoved me into a black van. My unknown sister climbed in with Rafael, and the van took off."Never mess with The Miles, Angela," Rafael said, making me want to punch him."You traitor. I thought you wanted your child?""I'm not the father of that child, idiot," he sneered."Lying bastard!" I spat. "How can you sacrifice your child for money? You are shameless."My unknown sister removed her shirt, revealing a hospital uniform underneath."Can you give her something, Lucy? Maybe a sedative?" Rafael suggested."You won’t do that to me," I growled.Lucy pulled out a syringe and filled it with some liquid."I don’t want to sleep. Let go of me," I struggled as she moved forward, pressing the needle into my skin. A sharp pain followed, then nothing. My vision grew hazy, and my head pounded. The blurry figures of Lucy and Rafael were the l
Ximena/Angela’s POVI have lost track of how many "good morning" greetings I have received from Lucy. I don’t even know if I have been here for a week or a month. My body has gotten so used to this bed that it feels like an extension of my skin. Each passing day brings back painful memories from my past. It’s driving me crazy. Was that their plan all along? Do they want me to lose my mind and become just like the others?“Hello, dear!" I heard a man’s voice and looked up. He was a muscular man with blond hair and sharp features. His smile was radiant and charming.I squinted, trying to remember where I had seen him before. I know this face. He stepped forward, felt my forehead, and took out a syringe filled with something.“Please don’t use that on me again,” I begged.“This is the last one, sweetheart. It will end your pain, I promise,” he said.“Wait, what does that mean?” I asked, my heart pounding.“Just stay still.
Ximena/Angela’s POVTwo weeks later, I sat in my room, lost in thought. I wasn’t sure if I was getting better or worse. The woman in white hadn’t appeared for two days now, which was a relief, but my mind was still full of intrusive thoughts.“I brought your medication," Mr. Desmond said as he entered my room with a glass of water and those bitter pills.“I might not be in my right mind, but I still have some dignity. Learn to knock next time,” I told him, and he chuckled.“You don’t sound like someone with a mental problem,” he said, handing me the glass.I popped the pills into my mouth and swallowed, feeling the familiar numbness wash over me.“Anyway, are you able to remember who Adeline Miles Lucas is now?” he asked.I stared into space for a minute before looking at him. “She is just a virtuous woman who loves her family. That is all I remember,” I said.He shook his head. “That’s not true. There is nothin
Ximena/Angela’s POVAt night, Davey entered the room, holding a glass of water with my drugs.“I brought your drugs,” he said, sitting next to me on the bed. I sat up to take it. Afterward, he tried to leave, but I held his hand.“We need to talk, please,” I said.“The doctor said you don’t need stress. Whatever it is can wait until you are better,” he said, then walked out.It’s been a week since Davey brought me home. I have finished all my drugs, and I think I’m well now, even though I still get a few aches here and there. Davey has been avoiding me, using my condition as an excuse.I dressed up in an elegant emerald gown, ready to go to my hotel. I couldn’t remember the last time I had seen the building.“Where are you going?” Davey asked, entering the room.“Aren’t you going to work?” I asked him.“That doesn’t answer my question,” he said, sitting on the couch.I took a deep breath. “I’m
Ximena/Angela's POVA month had passed since Davey's threat, yet he couldn’t bring himself to demand a divorce. He knew how much I despised the very idea of it. He also knew how deeply hurt I was, both emotionally and psychologically, when Hudson forced it upon me before.Snuggled under a cozy duvet, we huddled in the warmth of the living room, escaping the cold outside. We laughed together, enjoying a hilarious comic movie on a chilly winter night.“I will give us a child, Davey, and we will live together as one big happy family forever,” I promised him.“I willlook forward to that day,” he smiled and kissed my forehead.“Sir?” Tristan called."Yes, baby?" Davey replied, looking at him."I want a kiss too," Tristan wrote, making us laugh.“Come here, baby,” Davey said, lifting Tristan onto his lap, kissing him, and pulling him into a hug.Two days later, I walked into Hudson’s office. The fresh morning
Attention ❗❗❗ Ximena is a Spanish name pronounced as Himena. In Spanish, it is known as Jimena, with the J being pronounced as an H. Ximena’s POV Pushing my bag across the floor, I shuffled into my aunt’s abode. I paused suddenly, my gaze fixated on the opulent Mercedes-Benz GLA-class parked in the compound. A man in a white dress shirt and black trousers stood beside it. My heart skipped a beat. Could this be another potential suitor? It wouldn't be the first time Aunt Sadie has tried to arrange my marriage to wealthy men. She wants me out of her home and possibly out of her life. I still remember my last potential groom, who called off the supposed union when I informed him of my modeling career. Since then, Aunt Sadie has forbidden me from attending any modeling gigs. "Are you alright, Miss?" the man's question snapped me out of my reverie. I looked up to find him staring at me. "I'm fine," I replied curtly and made my way inside before he could say anything else. As I e
Ximena's POV Having put forth an attempt to alleviate Mila's crying, I offered words of comfort in the sterile confines of the hospital. We both occupied seats, awaiting the doctor's report. Despite Aunt Sadie's less-than-ideal character, she remained a member of my family. The one who fulfilled my basic needs, providing nourishment, clothing, and shelter. Should I dwell on her attempts to trade me off to men and harbor resentment towards her? Or should I focus on her acts of kindness, inviting me into her home and empathizing with Mila's tears? I believe the latter option would be more suitable. "Don't fret, Mila. Aunt is a resilient woman. She will pull through," I assured her. Mila nodded, her tears showing no signs of stopping. “Mila?” the doctor called, walking toward us. “How is she, doctor?” we inquired, speaking in unison. "Unfortunately, her condition has deteriorated over time, Ximena," the doctor reported. "She requires immediate surgery, or we might lose her." "No, do