"Okay, I would think about the amount of money I need and send a message to you by tomorrow morning" Zac said through gritted teeth, his fingers was clenched beside him as he tried his very best to reduce his anger but it was almost close to impossible."No Zac, I wouldn't leave without her okay!?" Dean said staring down at his wristwatch, never had he ever been so impatient."What do you like so much about her that wants to cause a rift between us!!" Zac said, his eyeballs meeting Dean's angry brown ones, leveling him with a glare which Dean gave back with superior intensity."What if I say......that she is my daughter which was rumoured to be lost...." Dean said flatly but that did well in making the once lively but noisy room turn quiet and everyone's eyes snap towards Dean shockingly.In all these zac was the most shocked, he stared at the people before averting his gaze to Dean, feeling very baffled, " what do you mean are you saying all these so that I could just give her to
The strange man who she met at the devil's home a moment back, ran in. "Angelina, are you okay?" He looked genuinely worried as he walked closer, trying to touch her but Angelina moved back, trembling in fear. Dean stared at the blood on the floor and then the injury on her whole arm. "Angelina, why are you hurting yourself?" "Am...am not okay!!?" Angelina stuttered out, tears rolling down her eyes as she fought the tears back but instead it slipped down her cheeks freely. "Is...is angelina my name??" Angelina added, clutching unto the red shirt she wore and when Sean make a step forward, Angelina moved backwards, clutching her fingers more tightly around the red shirt in fear. "I....I...I don't see, I....I can't see" Angelina let out little gasps and lifeless shreeks as she fell towards the floor but dean was fast enough to catch her. "Angelina!!?" Dean called, shaking her small fragile body but it seemed like she had black out, she looked tormented and tired as her little bod
Sylvester caressed Angelina's cheek, his fingers barely touching her skin. He handled her with a gentleness that he didn’t think he was capable of.And just like that,in the next three days making it the 9th day since Angelina was found, The super hot temperature was out of Angelina's body like a flash and the cold had plagued into her system to a point that it was too hard for Sylvester to hug her.She was so cold, her body emitted a feeling of being inside a freezer, her legs and whole body was still, her lips broken.Sylvester quickly ordered for Nancy as he tried his very best to keep Angelina warm but the more he tried, the more she felt colder."Angel..." Sylvester whispered, hugging her body, making another attempt to keep her warm but Angelina ended up coughing out blood.Sylvester's eyes widened as more blood emanated from her nose in a space of one second, his sweetheart discharged blood from her body, in one second his sweetheart struggled to breathe, in one swift second, h
Sylvester rubbed her cheeks which used to be round, but she had lost weight. It wasn’t healthy for her or the baby, the baby is about five months but the little bump appeared and looked like a three months old.The last thing he'd want is the baby or mother to appear malnourished.At the thought of the baby, his eyes moved to her stomach. Taking a deep breath, he placed his hand on the bump, something he should have done before she was taken away from him.Deep inside, he wanted to feel him or her again. The urge to feel their little one move, to connect with it in some way, was strong. As soon as he placed his hand on Angelina's stomach, the baby shifted around. Sylvester couldn’t help the smile that formed on his lips. He felt strangely giddy at the thought of the baby moving at his touch.A hard kick pressed against his palm again. “Are you trying to tell Daddy not to worry?.” Another kick.Leaning down until his face was over the bump, he pressed his hand a little firmer. “You nee
~ THREE WEEKS LATER~With the help of Nancy, angelina was halfway back to normal and as a result of Sylvester's influence, anytime angelina felt her skin itch, she'd inform Sylvester immediately who would try to make her feel good to a point that she'd sleep.Though angelina seems to forget some things probably because she spent more than four months in that horrible place.So, Sylvester had placed it on herself to make her happy again so there he stood, behind angelina as he watched her.he also noticed that angelina was scared of his touch, anytime he takes a bold step to touch her, she would jump in fear as a result of the trauma Zac had inflicted on him.At least she let him hug her but similarly, she doesn't let any other soul touch even her hand which meant that she still trusted him fortunately.... Angelina stood in front of the mirror, struggling to put on the beautiful light gown which Sylvester had bought for her, There were a few straps that had to be tied at the back and
Sylvester walked into the cold basement, closing the door behind him quietly so that nobody heard him. A man was strapped to the chair in the middle of the room. His face and clothes were bloody. He was sagging against the chair and from where he was standing, he could hear his whimpers of pain.Sylvester started his normal routine, grabbing his index finger, he bent it downwards to an impossible angel then he heard a pop sound which he so much loved to hear; the boy's finger cracked, his bone crushing. Sylvester let the broken finger go and watched as he wailed. His screams still resonated around the room when he grabbed two more fingers, bending them into an impossible angle until he heard another crack. Or several cracks, he should say.This time, the bones broke through the skin. They stuck out, staring mockingly him.“Where is Zac!?” Sylvester said through gritted teeth.“I don’t…don’t…kn…ow…” he sobbed, looking at his mutilated fingers.When Sylvester pulled away and sat down o
Sylvester held her hand firmly against his chest, right over his wildly beating heart. “I’m in pain too, sweetheart,” Sylvester said quietly.“Every time I see you in pain, it hurts a lot to the point that I can't breathe”Her hand paused over his cheek. “I…don’t want you to…hurt. I don’t like it.”Sylvester held her tighter, sadness so thick in his chest he could barely breathe. His heart ached at her words and the sorrow in her voice. This woman. He shook his head. She was hurt and in pain, yet she was worried for him who did nothing else but failed her .Sylvester felt her smile without even seeing it. His own smile widened, his chest finally feeling lighter. Placing a kiss on her forehead, he stood up with angelina in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on to him as he carried her out of their bathroom. Just when he was about to place Angelina on the bed, he heard a knock on the door.“Come in,” Sylvester called out, already knowing who it was. Angelina settled
Sylvester sat beside angelina who had a small frown on her face, his fingers were slicing the apples skillfully into beautiful shapes."Nancy said that in your condition, fruits and vegetables are very important..." Sylvester muttered as he brought a slice closer to her lips but of course, she pressed down on her lips stubbornly.Sylvester reached for a chocolate croissant and brought it to her mouth, silently waiting, silently demanding. Her lips parted, and she took a small bite."You're quite picky but let me compliment you"He nodded in approval. “Good girl.”He parted her head while she chewed, the taste of rich chocolate on her tongue. Sweet and oh, so good. This was probably the best croissant she ever had. No surprises there; it was a Parisian specialty.Angelina decided to pretend to dislike the taste " I don't want to eat this, I want to eat fried eggs"Sylvester seemed unfazed by her words, instead he brought the rest of the croissant to her mouth. Angelina pressed her lips
"Why do such a thing like mathematics exist in this world!!?" Phoebe yelled, hitting her pencil on her head, wishing that something could knock into her head. She was sitting right in front of Ace, but the icy 6-year-old boy in front of her never batted an eyelid, neither did he care to help her, so there was only one way to earn his cooperation. "Ace" Phoebe walked right to his side, making sure that her voice broke at the end. "Can you help me do my assignment? It's really hard because I am not that good at mathematics, but I heard from my mom that you never fail a subject," Phoebe said, and Ace scoffed. "You a very bad liar," Ace said. "What's the topic?" Ace added nevertheless. "Just fraction" Phoebe pouted. "The first question is....." She read out the first question fluently. "And what do you think the answer is?" Ace asked and Phoebe placed her fingers under her chin like she was in a deep thought. "24" Phoebe chose some random numbers. "Give me a book," Ace said, and
"mummy, am I really not going to see again?" Ace asked, his fingers moving towards the white blindfold tied over his eyeballs, caressing it slowly.Upon hearing his words, angelina who was about to comb his short dark hair froze, her eyes widened,a little taken aback."No, no honey, how can you say such a thing?, the doctor said that is just a minor injury and could be healed by a surgery, she said your eye sight would be restored soon, is just a matter of time okay?" Angelina whispered, patting his head while she tried to fight her tears in.She pressed her lips together when she felt like a sob would break out of her lips any moment from now."Momma, why do you cry?" Ace asked and that made the pain in her chest triple.... It hurts."Nothing baby, am not crying" Angelina said, using her fingers to wipe her tears."Like I was saying, your father is talking with doctor Nancy right now and she said that your eyesight can be restored when the surgery is done but not this year since your
8 years later~ "And that is how everything ended " closing the notebook ace petrified gaze met hers while Marianna, her four years old daughter sat upright " what's wrong?" "Did you and dad really past through all that " Ace voice rush in. "Did that evil man really commit suicide??" Looking at their curious gaze, she chuckled deeply and sat properly on their bed " of course, he committed suicide Because he was very scared to be caught and killed by the cops. " Angelina shook her head immediately she replied them, she dare not tell her little ones that their dad did something hideous by killing someone, they were too young for that. " I can't believe aunt Tasha once liked dad" Ace sat up and stare at angelina " her eyes always glittered whenever she stare at uncle dex " "so, that's all for today lovelies, close your eyes and have a good sleep, I wouldn't take any excuses tomorrow because by 06:00AM, you're up for school okay?? "Angelina said "Okay!!!"Ace and Marianna replied sim
~~~~Dexter grabbed his phone and typed a message furiously before sending it to Sylvester who replied also immediately."HOW DO ROMANTIC MEN PROPOSE MARRIAGE TO SOMEONE?"*HOW BAD AND SUPRISING THAT THIS WAS VERY MUCH THE SAME WORD I SAID SOME MONTHS AGO BUT YOU CLEARLY SAID YOU ARE INEXPERIENCED AND DON'T KNOW SUCH* Dexter scoffed upon reading Sylvester's message, of course he was inexperienced then and even till now he didn't know how to make a very blissful marriage proposal."FOLLOW YOUR HEART"Another message was sent to his phone from Sylvester again, this time Dexter couldn't deny that he was damn speechless.What was he going to do?, he needed to make her his wife quickly and legally but how?*******Dexter gently guided anyra's face to look at him. They share a sweet kiss, and when they part, he couldn't hold back anymore.“Marry me,” dexter blurt out just as she also says something.“I’m pregnant.”“What?!” They both shout simultaneously.“You’re pregnant?” Dexter asked, ma
“You are so goddamn beautiful. You know I love you, right, baby girl?”She bites her lip and nods, a blush hitting hercheeks.The hot crown of his cock notched against her sex, and they both stopped, their gazes clashing.She moaned and spread her legs wider, working with him. He was big. And there. And it felt so good she could barely breathe through it all. Sylvester dipped his head, trembling with effort to go slow. "God. God. You feel..." He broke off with a tortured groan and a hard thrust, filling her completely.She closed her eyes, her hands smoothing over his damp back. "So good, Sylvester. So good."That was all he needed. Moving like liquid, he rocked into her, kissing her mouth, whispering how much he wanted her. He grew incandescent with it, heat licking through her in waves.Sylvester made sweet love to her like he did most everything, with perfect finesse and fierce determination. With swagger. Soon they were both panting, moving faster, reaching for that peak yet wa
Angelina felt Sylvester standing behind her, his heat warming her back, and she moved slightly back. Their bodies molded together, and his arms went around her. She felt his face in her neck as he placed a kiss there.Dean smiled and shook his head, muttering something under his breath. “I will see you both downstairs for lunch.”He gave her a final look and smiled, a huge warm smile that lit up his whole face. She smiled back, feeling her heart flutter with absolute happiness.Dean walked away, and she turned around in Sylvester's arms, facing him. He chuckled. His lips turned up in a small sexy smirk.They laughed, and then he kissed her, their laughter falling silent.“Did we really get married?” Her voice is soft, but he didn't see fear in her eyes.“We did.” Sylvester bend down and kiss her cheek before his mouth moves over hers. “It feels like a dream, doesn’t it?”She nods and closes her eyes as her hands go to his chest. “I’m not sure I want to wake up.”“You don’t have to be
All nervousness fled angelina as she saw the man standing at the end of the aisle, smiling at her.The man who would soon be her husband, Sylvester. His face brightened as their eyes met.Her breath was stolen from her as she walked towards Sylvester. She couldn’t remember the walk. All she could see and feel were his eyes on her. His greyish steel-colored eyes stared at her intensely, following her every step, her every movement.His black suit was similar to what he always wore, except for the golden tie. His hair was sleek on his head, but he didn’t shave. She told him not to. He looked so much better with a few days of stubble. His eyes stayed on hers as she made her way to him…her husband.Her heart drummed in her chest, so loudly she was sure everyone could hear it. Her hands grew clammy, and she held her bouquet tighter.She breathed through her nose, trying to act normal when all she wanted to do was run to him and jump in his arms.She quickened her pace just a little. She he
~A WEEK LATER~Angelina's heart hammered inside her chest as the women applied some makeup to her face while the other made her slip into her gown.Today was the most amazing day of her life and she couldn't help the thick nervousness that surge through her body.Was Sylvester ready?, what would she do after standing in front of the man she loved with her whole being.“You look gorgeous, dear,” Sylvester's mum said. From the mirror, angelina saw nancy and tasha nodding. They really did work their magic. Perfectly, she should say. The first thing she noticed was her hair. Tasha didn’t overdo it. It was simple yet so beautiful. Her hair was still down, but instead it was designed into a messy braid but with curls. White flowers were pinned along the length, with a simple and elegant crystal tiara on top of her head. Her gaze moved down, and she was thankful to see that Sylvester's mum kept her make-up light. Her eyelashes were coated with mascara, and they appeared really long. Her li
Hours later, angelina laid in Sylvester's arms, sated and feeling more at peace than ever. “You haven't been eating much lately, What do you want for dinner?” Sylvester asked, running his fingers through her hair. “I’m craving strawberries,” angelina mumbled, scrolling through the phone Sylvester bought for her some days ago. “You can’t have strawberries for dinner, angel. Dessert and as a treat, yes. Not dinner.” he said, finality in his voice. Angelina rolled her eyes. “Says who.” “Says me.” “Why are you acting all bossy, I asked for a simple thing which was strawberry, if I ask you to give birth to my favourite egg, can you do so??.” His hand tightened around her hips. “You like me bossy and you know is impossible to do that without your help” Angelina suddenly remembered when leo informed her that Zac committed suicide. "Did Zac really commit suicide?"Angelina asked while arching an eyebrow but when her warm gaze got locked on him, she noticed that he had a cool and compo