ANA'S POVIt had been over a week since I had last seen Vincenzo. I don't know what I had expected to happen. Somewhere inside of me I still thought that fairytales existed.That a prince would come and sweep me off my feet but as days went by I realized that didn't exist. I had gone back to the usual things that I did all the time. Wake up eat and then go back to bed. The days were getting longer as time went by.I could not complain I had the best week with him but once he had gone away from business that was it.Maybe I was acting like some clingy wife but what was I supposed to do in this situation? Was I supposed to forget all the amazing sex that I had?Every time I looked at something g all I got were flashbacks and I couldn't help myself but get wet by the things I thought of.I did t know that once you started doing it was like you carved it all the time. After finishing taking my shower I went downstairs to eat. That was the only activity I did during the day. Maybe he wou
The bright light streaming into my room woke me up and I wondered who had pulled the drapes. I turned to stretch and the bed was empty.I opened my eyes and closed them shut a minute later as all the light was too much. Vincenzo was no longer beside me and I wondered if he had already gone to work.I made my way downstairs and I heard some chatting and I wondered who was talking. I went to the dining room and I found Vincenzo and some man who I had never seen before."Good morning ", I greeted them as I sat down."Good morning ", said the strange man."This is your chauffeur, Raul. He'll drive you to wherever you want to go ", said Vincenzo."Oh thank you ", I said as I served myself some breakfast."Well you're dismissed ", said Vincenzo to Raul and he left."Immaculate wanted to see you ", said Vincenzo without looking at me."Oooh I'll go by the hospital to see her then ", I said and we fell into an uncomfortable silence again."So any plans for today ?", I asked him trying to star
I make my way to the wing where Immaculate was. I knew they were mad at me but I hadn't told them the whole truth. How could I though? How could I tell them that I had sold myself so that Immaculate could get treatment? Someone else would have thought that it was something nice that I had done but it didn't seem like it when I thought about it. Sometimes in life when you don't have a choice you do things that you never thought that you would do so that you can get what you wanted. Beggars were not choosers you just had to take whatever was offered without complaining. I opened the door to Immaculate's rooms and it seemed like Alphonso was not around. I wondered where he had gone as I took the seat next to Immaculate I held her hand. She was fast asleep probably due to the drugs that she has to consume every day. They were the only family that I knew of so even if it meant a lifetime of not being happy so long as they were okay I would do anything for them. I remember how my wor
"Dear when did you get in", I heard Alphonso's voice as he brought me back from my thoughts. "I've just been here for a couple of minutes", I said as I stood up to hug him. "I've missed you so much", he said as he pulled back and inspected me. "You look healthy", he said as he chuckled and we sat on the couch both looking at Immaculate. "You do too, have you been eating?", I asked him. "Yes I have", he said and he looked like he was eating not starving himself. I made sure that they go the best service in the hospital. Why wouldn't they when I was married to the CEO of the hospital? "Am glad Vincenzo told you to come over, is he treating you well?", Alphonso asked me. "Yes he is", I said as I smiled. I didn't know if I was being treated nice or not. When I had signed the contract I was only supposed to be his wife because he needed people to see him as a married man. No one would take a bachelor serious in business if all they saw was him with another woman every time he was
VINCENZO'S POV. I stared at her as I drove and she looked like she was lost somewhere. I wanted to start a conversation but were we supposed to talk about it? Our relationship was just for our gains and I didn't think she even cared about how I was doing. She has been on my mind every single day I woke up. I had wanted to call her so many times but I felt like she wouldn't appreciate it. I could not erase the night of passion that we had together. I could not even look at another woman without picturing her instead. She was like an infested bug in my brain that I couldn't get rid of. She glanced to look at me but the moment I looked at her she looked away quickly. I parked my car and went and opened the door for her. I took her hand in mine and started walking until I noticed her gaze on me and I realized what I had done as I let go of her hand. "I will pick you up in the evening when you're done", I said as I walked away I could hear her muttering something but I could y catc
ANA'S POV. I don't know what I had thought would happen. Maybe he would be a changed man and mend his ways but I was just dreaming. Nothing like that was ever going to happen. He would not wake up one day and realize that I was good for him and change. That he would realize that I was the best thing he would ever have. I laughed at myself thinking that I had started to develop feelings for him. He was not the kind of man that I wanted to be involved with. I did not want to sleep at home worried about where he was or who he was with. He tended to change women like he changed clothes. He could not have the same woman for more than one time. Maybe all of this was my fault and not his. He has stated clearly that this union was not with love. I was just too stupid to realize that he meant that. I thought to you know that maybe someday would reach and I would be what he wanted but that day seemed as far away as the first day I met him. I had no right to be mad, he could do whatev
ANA'S POV"What do you want, did your girlfriend tell you I need to apologize?", I asked the moment we were outside. "No she is not my girlfriend, come on", he said as he held my hand and started walking towards his office."Where are you taking me?", I asked him as I tried to free my hand but his grip was too tight I couldn't free myself. "My office and can you please stop moving your hand around it's annoying", he said with an annoyed face I stopped what I was doing and we walked in silence to his office. The secretary outside his office smiled at me in hopes of maybe smoothing things over. I didn't think it was her fault I saw what I did. My husband was just a man whore and nothing would change that. We entered his office and he closed his door and I waited for him to say what he wanted to say. I still didn't understand why he had dragged me. It better be something good, I thought it myself. He paced around the room and went and took a seat in his chair and just stared at me
THIRD POVThe cold air hit her skin but she did not even flinch. Her mind was somewhere else. She did not understand how her life had turned out to be such a mess. She had done everything right and still, nothing went her way. She had found an amazing family that loved her but it seemed that on every door that she knocked trouble decided to stay they. She had thought that it was going to be a beautiful marriage when she decided to marry Vincenzo. Not because he had loved her or anything but she had realized it was because she was stupid. The little girl in her still believed that fairytales existed when they didn't. Vincenzo would never see her the way that she wanted him to see her and there was nothing that she would do about it. She had always wanted to be a mother. She never really had a mother growing up and wanted to have a kid so that they would feel the love that she never felt. To have someone who supported them no matter what they did and now she was going to watch ano
VANESSA'S POV. The silence in the car as we drove over to Austin's house did not bother me. I did not know how I was even going to tell him. I was pregnant.I didn't know how he was going to react. I knew what my choices were but they were not what I wanted. I had never been in such a position before so I had no idea what to do. I had never even thought I would get pregnant, to begin with. I had turned into what I had hated. I had turned into my mum and I hated that discovery. It wasn't like she wasn't a good person or a good mum, she was just sad. She had spent all her life being a mum and I did not want to be her.We were her everything it was as if her life revolved around us. We were all she knew and I sometimes wondered what would have happened if she had never gotten pregnant with me.I always wondered what her life was like in another lifetime. Did she get to pursue her dreams and get everything she always wanted?Was she happy?What did she even look like? My father was th
VANESSA'S POV "Positive "A world that could be so much, good and bad. I still hadn't wrapped my head around it. I stood there like a zombie. I could see the blondie's mouth moving but I could not hear anything she was saying.I felt like I was caged and I couldn't breathe. My vision was starting to get hazy and my legs weaker as I stared at the test that was clutched in her hand.It couldn't be true there was no way it was true.It couldn't be positive maybe she had read it all wrong. I could feel the world closing in on me.I wasn't even crying anymore I just stood there in shock as someone who had found out someone had died."Vanessa ", she said tapping me and I turned to look at her. It was only then that I allowed the tears to flow."It can't be true ", I said amid tears."Baby it's true ", she said as I sat down on her bathroom floor. I didn't care if it was clean or dirty I just wanted to sit down before my legs gave up. It can't be. I couldn't have just ruined my life like t
Tick ...tock.I had a raging headache and I was all to blame. My body hurt and I wondered if I had gotten into a fight. I opened my eyes and immediately regretted it. Why would anyone open their windows after a night out?Wait where was I?I opened my eyes this time round I did not care if they stung. I was not at my place and neither was I at either of my friend's places.I could feel a body beside me and I was scared. What had I done?Did I come home with someone?"Calm down it's me ", an unfamiliar voice said and I wondered why they would. think I know them.I turned around to come face-to-face with her. Her blonde hair was even prettier when it was in a messy bun. Her button nose sat perfectly on her pretty face."What am I doing here ?", I asked her as I sat up. "Sleeping, what does it look like you're doing ", she said scoffing. "I meant what am I doing at your place why am I not at my house ?", I asked her.I had no recollection of the night before. Everything was a blur a
VANESSA'S POV. A MONTH LATER.It had been a month since it had happened and I was starting to be happy again. I had gotten out of my depressive episode. I was going back to school and I was finally starting to make friends, life couldn't be any better. I rarely thought about him. He had forgotten me and I was trying to forget him. I did not miss him, I just missed some. moments we had.I had seen him around but he was ignoring me the same way I was avoiding him, not that I wanted to talk to him.My friend never mentioned him and no one ever asked what led to our separation they were just glad it had ended.As I stared at myself in the mirror I smiled at myself. There was no way I was going to let a stupid boy make me sad.He had started dating the blonde girl and was walking around with her just like a trophy.He had not even waited for a day to go out with her after we had ended things, showing how much he had loved me.I had lost so much weight in the month that I did not even r
VANESSA'S POV. "You're not being fair you know ", he said and I was taken back a little."Please tell me how am not being fair 'cause I would honestly love to know ', I said."I loved you and you knew that. You are just here talking about all the bad things I ever did what about the good things? Didn't they mean anything to you ?", he asked me."I didn't say you didn't do anything good. Just because you loved me doesn't mean I felt loved by you. Most of the time I felt unlovable, you even told me once during an argument I would never find anyone who loved me the way you did ", I said to Uim and he looked like he was shocked."You loved me in your language or another girl's version. Just because whoever you were with before me preferred things a certain way doesn't mean that is what I like too ", I said to him.Were all boys dumb?I couldn't believe there was a time when I had wanted a family with him. I had seen myself with him for years with kids and being happy in love. Maybe it wa
THIRD POVThe truck outside told him what he already knew. Scarface was in the house. He hated the days when they got to see each other. One could think that he hated his brother but for some reason, Scarface hated Raul more than anyone he had ever encountered in his life including the people he worked with.He forced a smile as he opened the door to the house and he could hear lively chatter from the kitchen and wondered who was in there.He saw Scarface in the living room and there were seconds of silence as the two brothers stared at each other as they both waited for one of them to break the ice.Raul could not blame his brother for hating him."Hello I didn't know how you were coming around ", Scarface said as he shifted from the place he was sitting and his face scrunched in pain.Raul could not even start to say sorry or tell. he knew he knew how he felt cause he didn't. Every time Scarface saw Raul he wanted to rip him apart. There was nothing in this world that Raul could
The smile on her face did not match what she was feeling on the inside. There was a fire inside her that was burning. She could feel everything in her collapsing but she couldn't let people see her like that.She couldn't be weak. She was a woman. If she cried she was going to be branded like a weak person. She hadn't gone through everything that she had gone through just to be called weak.She smiled.Smiled and pretended that everything was going okay cause what was she going to do?Was she supposed to sit in bed and cry herself to sleep? That was like giving up and there was no way she was allowing herself to fall into that cycle.She waited to have that longing to go back to Vincenzo but it was but there. She felt nothing for him.It wasn't hate and neither was it live She was just dining and for some reason that made her sad. He was someone that she had planned her future with. Someone that she had wanted to start a future together with. To have a family with. As she said this
I always wondered what it felt like to have everything you ever wanted. What it felt like growing up in an environment where you were loved.It was an environment where you were allowed to be a kid and do what other kids did. I never had that and maybe that's why I felt like there was something in me that was broken.I had wanted that life too. I wanted to have a mom and dad that loved each other not ones that wanted to kill each other.Was it fair?Was it fair that I was put in that situation as a child? Sometimes I sat down and thought to myself and said maybe she didn't know.She didn't know that any of those things were going to happen but that did not excuse her.Was I being mean for blaming her for putting us in such a situation?I know people said things like it's their first time being a mom or a parent but weren't parents supposed to protect their children?She didn't and every waking day it was all I could think of. The things that I could have avoided if she had fallen in l
Some people are born sad. There's no reason as to why they are like that it just happened. They bruise easily and cry easily. Raul was that kind of person.There was a reason why he was the way he was. He was closed and people found him to be exciting at all.It was hard to be a chirpy person when you didn't even have a childhood.To him, he was still the sad little bit that he was while growing up.I think that it's best if everyone had their childhood while growing up. A childhood where they could play with people their age and not worry about how things were going to be at home that evening.Running around with friends chasing the sunset as if that was the last day they were going to see the sunset.It was so sad not to have that. I wish every child could be able to have that freedom as a child. Not them to have to worry if they had something to eat at home.No matter how much people tried to blame their parents for everything they did, maybe they were also clueless.They were pare