“You are not sorry” I said, hands on her hips and I know I looked like tea mug. “I swear I am” He replied, relaxed on the couch playing with an empty bottle of vodka. “No, you're not.” He's too relaxed to be sorry and this wouldn't have happened if we didn't have sex.I rubbed my hand over my neck. Sighing Was it the hormones? I feel more angry than I should be.I'm pregnant and nothing's going to change it, so was there really any need for me to burst the moment he asked if I was hungry.“What do you want me to say? That I didn't mean to fuck you? I meant to, and I even will if you weren't pregnant”“Can you stop saying that word? You look like you're enjoying this”“I'm not” He replied and slowly got up. “I'm just happy you are longer crying” What am I going to do?“What am I going to do?” I asked the that's has been running through my mind all night.“Can you not worry. We'll think about it tomorrow” He gently pushed me into the bathroom.Of course he'll say that. He's not the o
I know you people might wonder why I never spoke up about how Damon treated me since we got married. It's tough admitting that your partner's been mistreating you. And it's even harder when you have to deal with the fact that he's been cheating on you multiple times.But, was it even cheating? I mean, to him, it was just an arranged marriage, right? He needed a mate to secure his position as the Alpha in our pack.I kept quiet because I knew nobody would believe me. Even if I had a couple of witnesses, it wouldn't have made a difference. Damon, being the Alpha, had all the power. And I'd just end up being labeled as an unfaithful and ungrateful wife and mate. If things got really bad, the pack members, especially the councilmen and noblewomen, would probably ask him to kick me out, which could've been the end of me or a long stay in the hospital trying to heal up.If only rejecting him was an option. Like, the moment I caught him with Penelope, I would've rejected him without wasting
After we finished paying for our things at the supermarket, Victor and I made our way to the airport. The sun was shining bright as we drove, and I felt a mix of excitement and tiredness. It had been a whirlwind trip, and I was ready to get back home.The flight went smoothly, and soon enough, I found myself dozing off on the private plane. It felt nice to relax after all the stress of the past few days. When I woke up, we were still up in the sky, so I forced myself back to sleep.The Pierce private plane was really spacious, and I had plenty of room to stretch out and get comfy, we even had fruits brought to us. I spent some time sleeping, waking up and looking out the window, watching the fluffy clouds pass by below and going back to sleep.When we landed, Victor arranged for his driver to take me straight to his penthouse. It was only a short drive away from GEMINI, but it felt like a whole different world. The penthouse was Victor's special place, where he could relax and unwind
After leaving the hospital, I decided to ask the driver tomake a detour to the fashion house, Luxury. I and the ladies had agreed that for the first two months, we'd close early, so I wanted to see if the ladies had already gone home or if the store was still open.As the cab turned the corner, the familiar sight of the storefront came into view. The glass windows displayed the latest designs.I alighted, paid the driver and Pushed open the door, I stepped inside, greeted by the soft hum of activity. The scent of fabric and perfume filled the air, mingling with the sound of sewing machines whirring in the background.“Ana! You're back!” Cecil, exclaimed, her face lighting up with a smile as she saw me.“Hey,” I greeted her, returning the smile. “Is everyone still here?”“Yeah, we're just finishing up for the day,” She replied, gesturing towards the back of the store where the rest of the team was gathered.As I reached the back of the store, I found Elizabeth, who we made our head des
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of the alarm buzzing on the bedroom's nightstand. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I glanced over at Victor, still asleep beside me. He looked so peaceful, his features softened by slumber.After getting out of bed, I went to the kitchen and microwaved the leftovers from last night's dinner. I also made some toast for Victor, knowing he'd appreciate a quick breakfast before heading off to work.With breakfast ready, I returned to the bedroom and gently nudged Victor awake. He groaned sleepily, but I could see the exhaustion written all over his face.“I'm leaving now,” I whispered, leaning down to kiss his forehead.“Mmm, you can take the driver” He mumbled, already drifting back to sleep.Chuckling at his sleepy response, I grabbed my coat and headed out the door. The driver was waiting for me downstairs, and soon we were on our way to the mansion.Arriving an hour later, I found Zara in the living room, sipping on a cup of tea. She sprang up w
I woke up to a blurry sight, the harsh fluorescent lights of the hospital room casting everything into a hazy blur. The pungent smell of antiseptic hung heavy in the air, mingling with the scent of sickness and fear. The incessant beeping sound of machines filled the room.As I tried to make sense of my surroundings, I saw distorted figures moving around frantically, their faces a blurry and the only thing I noticed was the frown lines on their faces. I blinked, trying to clear my sight with my hand, but the pain that hit me made me cry out in agony. It felt like my insides were being torn apart, every movement sending waves of excruciating pain coursing through my body.I tried to move my legs, but I couldn't, there was nothing there. Panic surged through me as I realized I couldn't feel my leg at all. Fear clawed at my throat as I struggled to comprehend what had happened to me.The beeping sound of the machines started to speed up, their frantic rhythm matching the pounding of my h
VICTORDay three. And Ana hasn't woken up, the doctor said it wasn't a coma, it was just a normal sleep but it's so deep she wouldn't wake anytime soon.It was like a defense mechanism or something. Something she forced herself into to numb the pain she was in. The rest I don't know, because whatever the doctor was saying that day sounded like gibberish and gibberish sometimes doesn't go into the ear.Said she woke up a few time and then finally went into that deep sleep, I knew I was the last person she wanted to see so I went over to solve my indifferences with that fucked up asshole I obviously didn't give birth to and in the process try to clear off Ana's broken state from my mind.There are many ways I pictured ending Damon, I mean straight up putting a hole through his head was fine but yeah, no. That was me giving him the most fastest and painless death he didn't deserve, so I made perfect sure I redesigned his face, good enough that even the ladies he's fucking would reject h
Day twenty three,I took the day off from work today. It's been twenty-three days since Ana's been in the hospital. I spent the whole day with her in her ward, just talking to her. The nurses came in every now and then to check on her, give her some shots, and clean her up.I told her about everything that's been going on while she's been here. How work's been, what's happening with the neighbors, and all the little things that have been on my mind. She couldn't respond, but I liked to think she could hear me.The nurses were gentle and nice, I don't know if it's because I was there but, they're always gentle with her, making sure she was comfortable. They changed her sheets and helped move her around for blood circulation.Sometimes I wonder if she knew I was here. If she could feel my presence or hear my voice. I hoped she could. I missed her so much.I told her about our dates, about how cheeky and sassy she was and how it made me smile. I told her about our first date, how beautif
Leo’s POVShock couldn’t even describe how I felt when Michael and Greg were in the same room as us. It was hard not to show my displeasure as I watched them sit eagerly, rubbing their palms at the delicacy presented to them. While Michael was just interested in whatever this was, Greg cast furtive glances at me, but I paid him no attention.The least he could have done was to have informed me beforehand that my best friend had offered him an invitation to have dinner at the house. I could have told him to decline. If he had, Michael would have done the same, and I wouldn’t have had to watch Lila so uncomfortable.She squirmed in her seat, not looking up from the table. Her plate was empty, as she had yet to take what she wanted. But she had already been accosted, so I doubted she was interested in whatever was in those dishes.“This is amazing,” Michael gushed like a child who had just been handed his favorite candy. “I’m sitting in the same room as Leo and Armani. I can’t wait to te
Ana stepped into the pharmacy on her way to Victor's, with a sense of urgency. She made her way to the counter, her eyes scanning the shelves until she found what she was looking for. Birth control pills. She grabbed a pack, paid for it quickly, and left the store, her mind already focused on the night ahead. Hoping no one's attention was in her.Once outside, she took a deep breath and fished the packet out of her bag. She popped a pill into her mouth and swallowed it dry, anticipating her arrival at the mansion. She could feel the excitement building, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she imagined what was to come.Arriving at the house, she let herself in with the spare key he had given her. The house was quiet, save for the soft hum of voices coming from the dining room. She walked in and found him sitting at the dining table, engrossed in a live Zoom call. His laptop was open in front of him, and two businessmen were visible on the screen, discussing some important matte
After getting the things he needed at the store, Carlos' uncle, Frances decided not to drive straight home if maybe not. Instead, he took a detour to a dimly lit tea shop. He parked in front and walked on foot to a bar a bit farther away. It might be calculated move on his part, a way to throw off anyone who might be following him.Entering the bar, he found a secluded corner and settled in, ordering a few less alcoholic drinks. He knew he needed to stay awake, and nit get drunk. As he sipped his drink, he kept an eye on the door, waiting for his contact to show up. He was told this bar sold cookies, and despite the unusual setting, he couldn't resist ordering some.An hour passed, and there was still no sign of his contact. He ordered another drink, more out of a need to maintain his cover than a desire for alcohol. The bar was a typical dive, with dim lighting and the smell of stale beer hanging in the air. He tried to stay calm, but the wait was beginning to get to him.After wait
Ana spent the rest of her morning and early afternoon in blissful solitude. She played games on her phone, The hours slipped by unnoticed, and soon she felt the heavy pull of sleep. Without bothering to change, she curled up on her bed and napped.When she woke up, it was late afternoon. The house was quieter now, the bustle of the morning's chaos having subsided. She stretched and took a moment to reorient herself, then decided it was time to freshen up and shake off the remnants of sleep. She wanted to make the most of her remaining free time before the annual packs' meeting.She dressed up in a casual chiffon dress, applied a little makeup, grabbed her bag and left her room, moving quietly through the house. She tried her best to avoid any lingering annoying family members, not wanting to risk another confrontation or forced interaction, or even an insult regarding her choice not to get pregnant. As she stepped outside, the cool afternoon air greeted her. Smelt like summer was just
The girl jumped, her face paling as she stammered an apology and quickly scurried away. Ana watched her go, irritation still simmering. She put in her key, twisted until she heard a click and then shd pushed the door open, entering her sanctuary. She took a moment to breathe, willing herself to calm down. The last thing she needed was to let anyone down there see her rattled.She freshened up quickly, splashing cold water on her face and running a brush through her hair. She changed into something more presentable, even though the effort felt wasted. These breakfasts were always the same—forced smiles and shallow conversations, or just them plainly trying to piss her off Descending the stairs. Damon was seated at the head of the table, with Catherine by the left, there was someone else by the right and he gestured the lady to move when he saw me approaching.Well, let's just not start on the part where he just acted nice and weird, like he's been doing lately.Victor, predictably, wa
The next morning, Ana lounged in the living room, munching on popcorn while Zara massaged her feet. She watched as Catherine, always the attention-seeker, prepared an extravagant breakfast. As usual, Catherine had invited almost the entire Pierce family for a feast without bothering to inform anyone beforehand. It was such a Catherine thing to do—spontaneous, inconsiderate, and utterly exhausting for everyone else involved.The kitchen was a chaotic mess of clattering pots and pans, the smell of cooking food thick in the air. Selene and the other maids bustled around, trying to keep up with her relentless pace. Ana watched them with detached amusement, knowing full well that any call for help from Catherine would be met with thinly veiled disdain.Catherine, in her own world, directed the maids with sharp commands, her voice carrying over the noise. Ana knew better than to engage. She had learned long ago that nothing she did would ever be good enough for Catherine, and she had stoppe
In the dimly lit warehouse, the men lounged around, a sense of nonchalance hanging in the air. The men were taking a break from their gruesome duties, their faces reflecting a mix of boredom and tiredness and maybe a bit sleepines. The smell of sweat, smoke, and faint hints of blood filled the room."Hey, you got another one of those?" one of the men asked, nodding toward a cigarette as he sprawled on a worn-out couch."Sure," another replied, tossing him a pack. "We're gonna need something stronger if we have to go back to work soon.""Tell me about it," the first man muttered, lighting his cigarette and taking a deep drag. He exhaled slowly, the smoke curling up towards the ceiling. "I’m tired of babysitting that old woman. shouldn't we just clear her. I wonder why she's here.""Seriously man, but orders are orders," the second man shrugged, leaning back and closing his eyes. "Besides, we’ve got that other guy to keep things interesting."In the corner of the warehouse, their other
Ana woke up early the next morning, the soft morning light filtering through her bedroom window, she was driven home last night after dinner by Jules under Victor's order since he refused to let her hail a taxi. She stretched, shaking off the remnants of sleep. Today was the day she would prepare for the annual packs' meeting, an event that required her to be both presentable and versatile. The meeting was a significant occasion, filled with formal discussions and various activities, and she needed to look her best, but to beat the gossips and also build her confidence.As she dressed after freshening up, her thoughts turned to her wardrobe. Many of her clothes seemed dull and uninspired, and so was the ones she bought earlier for the meeting. She decided it was time to update her collection. Grabbing her phone, she made a quick list of the essentials she needed: a few new dresses, some casual outfits, and accessories to match. She also noted that she might need a couple of versatile
Lucas stood up, pondering her words. He exchanged a glance with the leader of the men, who gave a slight nod."You did the right thing by telling us, Maria," Lucas said. "We'll make sure your grandchildren are safe. But you need to understand that if I find out you lied, your grandkids wouldn't be safe in my hands either"She nodded vehemently, tears streaming down her face. "I swear, everything I just told you is the truth. Please, just protect them. They’re all I have left."He gave her a small, almost pitying smile, that to a normal eye would look a bit forced. "Very well then. We'll do our best. Remember, Maria, trust is a fragile thing. Don't give us a reason to break it.""I promise, I'm not lying"As they left her alone in the warehouse, her heart sank into a deep pit of despair, her mind racing with thoughts of her grandchildren. Outside, Lucas walked briskly to his car, which was parked just outside the warehouse. He climbed into the driver's seat, leaving the door open for a