The next morning, as Ina worked in the kitchen, her body finally gave in to the exhaustion and lack of nourishment. She had not eaten since the previous day, determined to fulfill her duties despite her weariness. The room began to spin, and before she could steady herself, her vision blurred and she fainted, collapsing to the floor.One of the male workers saw her fall and quickly rushed to her side. He lifted her gently, ready to carry her out of the kitchen. At that moment, Adam walked in, and his eyes immediately locked onto the scene. A surge of jealousy and concern welled up within him, and without a second thought, he strode over and took Ina from the worker's arms."I'll handle this," Adam said curtly, leaving no room for discussion.The worker nodded and stepped back, watching as Adam carried Ina out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his private quarters. Adam's mind raced with a mix of emotions he couldn’t quite understand. He laid her gently on his bed, brushing a s
The enormity of what she had just agreed to was almost too much to bear. With a mixture of resignation and determination, she turned to make her way back to her room, needing some time alone to process everything.Just as she reached the door, Adam's voice stopped her. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked, his tone sharp and authoritative.Ina turned slowly, her heart pounding in her chest. "I'm going back to my room," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.Adam’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Did I not make it clear to you that you’ll be staying in my quarters from today onwards?" he demanded. "You are now my wife, and you are expected to act as such."Ina felt a chill run down her spine. "Yes, sir," she murmured, bowing her head. "I understand."Adam took a step closer, his gaze unwavering. "Then act like it," he said firmly. "Your things will be moved to my quarters immediately. I expect you to fulfill your role, both publicly and privately."Ina swallowed hard, nodding.
Ina woke abruptly, her stomach churning with the unmistakable urge to vomit. She sat up quickly, disoriented and fearful, as she realized she was not on the couch where she had fallen asleep but in Adam's bed. Panic seized her as she considered the possible consequences of being found here. She pondered how she had ended up in his bed, her thoughts racing through the events of the previous night.While still trying to piece together what had happened, the door to the bathroom opened, and Adam emerged, fresh from his shower. His hair was damp, and water droplets glistened on his chiseled body. Ina's breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of him, her thoughts momentarily silenced by the sheer physical presence of the man before her. The pregnancy hormones raging through her body only intensified her reaction, making her feel both embarrassed and inexplicably drawn to him.Adam noticed her stunned expression and the way her eyes lingered on him. He raised an eyebrow, a h
The JourneyAfter carefully packing his lunch, I made my way to the driveway where Adam’s car was parked. I approached the driver, a stern-looking man who barely glanced at me as I approached. “Excuse me,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I need to deliver Mr. Adam’s lunch to his office. Could you please drive me there?”The driver looked at me with a mixture of disdain and confusion. “Why would I drive a maid to Mr. Adam’s office? You’re not supposed to be using his car,” he said dismissively.“But I’m his—” I began to explain, but he cut me off.“I don’t care what you are. Mr. Adam didn’t give me any instructions about you using the car. Now move along, I have work to do.” He turned away, effectively ending the conversation.Frustration bubbled up inside me, but I bit my lip and turned away. It was clear that my new status as Adam’s wife, albeit in name only, had not reached everyone, or perhaps they just didn’t care. I approached the gatehouse, where the gateman sat reading
Immediately upon seeing me drenched, Adam's eyes narrowed with concern, or perhaps it was annoyance. "Why are you wet?" he demanded, a hint of suspicion in his voice. He seemed to be considering the possibility that I had done something wrong or was involved in some mischief. I opened my mouth to explain, but before I could get a word out, he had already moved towards his desk.I watched as he picked up the phone and dialed a number. His voice was stern and authoritative. "The driver who refused to take my wife to the office this morning is fired. Effective immediately." I stood there, holding the lunchbox, feeling a mix of emotions. I was surprised and somewhat bewildered. Adam was firing someone because of me? It was an unexpected turn of events, and I wasn't sure how to process it.Adam hung up the phone and walked back towards me, his eyes locking onto mine. "Come here," he said firmly. "Let's get you dried off."Careful not to make any mistakes, I followed him through a door that
I stood there, stunned at what Adam had just said. I looked at him, trying to process his words, and he raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. "What? Is there something on my face?" he asked, his voice laced with sarcasm.Blushing furiously, I quickly turned to the other side to mask my red cheeks. I could feel the heat radiating off my face and hoped that Adam wouldn't notice how flustered I was.As Adam continued to eat, I remained on his lap, feeling awkward and out of place.The minutes dragged on, and the warmth of the office, combined with the exhaustion from my morning ordeal, started to take its toll on me. I felt my eyelids growing heavier with each passing second. I tried to fight it, but it was no use. I could feel myself slipping into a drowsy state.Adam must have noticed my struggle because he shifted slightly and used his hand to gently guide my head to rest on his shoulder. I didn't resist; I was too tired to care. The last thing I remembered
I woke up in the middle of the night, disoriented and unsure of my surroundings. My head was resting on Adam's shoulder, and I could feel his steady breathing beside me. He was still sleeping, his face relaxed and peaceful in the dim light.As I lay there, I felt an intense warmth spreading through my body. It was as if a wave of heat was washing over me, making me long for closeness and contact. I shifted slightly, trying to understand what was happening. Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones, I thought. I was never someone who was particularly sexually active, and this sudden desire for intimacy felt foreign and overwhelming.I couldn't help but snuggle closer to Adam, seeking his warmth and comfort. His body heat was soothing, and I instinctively pressed myself against him, trying to absorb as much of it as possible. My heart pounded in my chest, both from the closeness and the fear that he might wake up and misinterpret my actions.What if he thinks I'm a slut? The thought sent a sh
As I woke up to Adam tapping me gently and asking if I wanted to bathe, I looked at him still sleepy and nodded in agreement. He surprised me by scooping me up in his arms, causing a gasp to escape my lips. Despite my initial shock, he carried me effortlessly to the bathroom in our room, where warm water awaited my bath.Settling into the soothing warmth of the water, I felt a pang of shyness as Adam stood nearby, his gaze lingering on me with a mixture of desire and tenderness. It was both thrilling and unnerving to be watched so intently, especially in such an intimate setting.As I bathed and turned this way and that, Adam moved closer, his touch gentle yet possessive as he ran his hand over my stomach. How did you get pregnant he asked me, I was surprised by the sudden question and made no attempt to answer pretending I did not hear him. I tried to move away from his embrace but he held me tighter, His question about my pregnancy hung in the air, but I remained silent. I coul
When we got home, I took Philip by the hand and led him to the living room. Richard followed closely behind, a concerned look etched on his face. I sat down on the couch and gently pulled Philip onto my lap, wiping the remnants of tears from his cheeks. "Hey, buddy," I said softly, trying to catch his gaze. "What’s wrong? Why were you crying today? You know you can talk to me." Philip looked up at me, his eyes still watery, and whimpered. "My classmate said... his father said that... people who have two dads are disgusting." His voice wavering as he spoke, and my heart broke at his words. I felt a surge of protective anger but pushed it down, focusing on comforting my son. "Oh, Philip," I said, pulling him close. "I'm so sorry you had to hear that." Philip continued, his small voice trembling. "I didn’t like the way he was talking about you and Daddy. But you always says not to fight, so I didn’t want to fight him." I hugged him tightly, trying to shield him from the hurt. "Y
"Babe, look at what you’ve done to my shirt. Now everyone’s going to know we did something before coming here," I said, trying to smooth out the wrinkles on my shirt. Richard just looked at me with that teasing glint in his eye, smirking. "Well, I wanted you and I had you. is that so bad. You are my husband, so I have every right to," if anyone has a problem with that they can resign, he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Stop it," I muttered, feeling my cheeks heat up. "Stop looking at me like that." I turned my eyes to the window, trying to hide my smile. Richard chuckled, reaching out to touch my shoulder. "I'm sorry, babe. I'm sorry. Forgive this love of yours." I would think about forgiving you I say as I glanced at the dashboard clock and felt a jolt of panic. "Shit, we’re ten minutes late!" I exclaimed, hurriedly opening the car door and making a run for the office entrance. Behind me, I could hear Richard laughing as he followed. "Babe, calm down," he called aft
I stood at the base of the stairs, calling out to my son. "Philip, come here, buddy!" My voice echoed through the spacious house, but there was no response. Suddenly, the pitter-patter of small feet resounded, and I spotted Philip darting around the corner, a blur of energy in his Spider-Man pajamas. "I don't want to go to school! I don't want to go to school!" Philip's voice was high-pitched and insistent, matching his determined expression. I sighed but couldn't help smiling. I started after my son, navigating the maze of furniture with ease. "Philip, stop running around. Come here," I called out again, my tone a mix of patience and authority. Philip giggled and zigzagged away, his small frame darting behind the couch. "Catch me if you can, Papa!" he challenged, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Finally, My husband Richard cornered Philip in the living room, scooping him up and rubbing his belly playfully. Philip burst into a fit of giggles, wriggling in Richard's arms. "Gotcha!
The sunlight streamed through the courthouse windows, casting a soft, golden glow over the room. Today was the day that Mr. Nelson and I had waited for with bated breath. It was the day of our court wedding—a simple, yet profoundly significant ceremony that marked the culmination of a journey filled with emotional upheavals and personal growth.The courthouse was quiet, its serene atmosphere providing a stark contrast to the chaos and heartache that had marked our recent past. As I stood at the entrance, a sense of euphoria washed over me. The months leading up to this moment had been a whirlwind of healing and reconciliation. We had weathered the storms of argument, pain, and trauma, and today, we were finally able to celebrate the love that had endured despite the trials.Mr. Nelson looked dashing in his tailored suit, his eyes reflecting a joy that had become familiar over the past few weeks. The transformation in him was remarkable. From the cold and distant figure he had once bee
I woke up to the rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor and the sterile smell of a hospital room. Blinking through the haze of sleep and confusion, I tried to make sense of my surroundings. My arm was hooked up to an IV drip, a steady stream of fluid feeding into me, and the room was bathed in a dim, artificial light. The soft whir of medical equipment was a constant background noise, punctuated by the occasional rustle of fabric.As I struggled to fully awaken, the door to my room creaked open, and I heard the unmistakable sound of someone rushing in. My mother burst into view, her face a mixture of relief and anguish. Her eyes were red-rimmed and wet with tears, and her expression spoke volumes of the worry she had carried over the past days. She hurried to my bedside, her movements frantic yet tender.“Jake!” she exclaimed, her voice trembling. “Oh, Jake, you’re awake!” She reached out and grasped my hand, her fingers cold but firm. The intensity of her relief made me feel an immediat
The room was shrouded in darkness, the faint light from the street barely penetrating the heavy curtains. It had been days since I had last left the confines of this bed, and my world had shrunk to the size of these four walls. The weight of my despair felt almost tangible, pressing down on me as I lay huddled beneath the covers.I had been crying for what felt like an eternity. The tears had become a constant companion, their salty trails marking my face as I lay motionless. Every time I thought I might stop, a new wave of anguish would rise, dragging me further into the depths of my sorrow. I had not spoken to anyone, had not eaten, and had not even moved from this spot. The only contact with the outside world was the muffled sound of footsteps and voices drifting in from the rest of the house.Today, I heard my mother’s voice again, softer than usual, carrying a note of deep concern that I couldn't ignore even through my numbness. “Jake, dear, I brought you some food. You haven’t e
Jake stood rigid, his hands clenched tightly at his sides. The opulence of the mansion seemed to close in around him, its grandeur a stark contrast to the turmoil boiling within. Mr. Nelson’s critical gaze was unyielding, a relentless weight pressing down on Jake’s chest. The room was suffocating, each second stretching into eternity as Jake struggled to find his voice. “Mr. Nelson, I—” Jake’s voice wavered, faltering under the intensity of his emotions. He took a deep breath, trying to steady the whirlwind of anxiety and guilt tearing through him. “I need to tell you something important.” Mr. Nelson’s eyes narrowed, his impatience palpable. “Yes, what is it? I’m listening. Go ahead.” Jake’s heart raced, each beat echoing in his ears. The enormity of what he was about to reveal felt like an unbearable weight. He drew in another shaky breath, trying to compose himself. His mind swirled with the enormity of his confession, a confession that he feared would shatter the fragile sembla
The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the room as I lay curled up in bed, my thoughts raced in a disjointed whirlwind, struggling to make sense of Clara’s unexpected presence and Mr. Nelson’s indifference. A gentle knock on the door startled me from my restless reverie. I quickly wiped my eyes, hoping to conceal the evidence of my tears. The door creaked open slowly, and Clara’s silhouette appeared in the doorway. Her presence was both surprising and disconcerting. “Clara?” I managed to croak out, my voice cracking with emotion. Clara stepped into the room, her demeanor composed and serene. Her eyes, though soft, held a look of determination. “Jake, I hope I’m not intruding,” she said, her voice soothing yet firm. “I wanted to talk to you for a moment.” I sat up in bed, my heart racing with a mix of anxiety and apprehension. “What’s this about?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. The last thing I needed was another complication in an already tumultuous d
As the front door of the mansion swung open, Jake stepped inside, feeling a mixture of relief and anticipation. The day had been long and intense, filled with high-stakes meetings and a whirlwind of emotions. The warmth of the house was a welcome contrast to the cold professionalism of the office. Jake hoped for a quiet evening to decompress, but fate had other plans.The moment Jake crossed the threshold, he was greeted by the unexpected sight of a woman who looked strikingly similar to Mr. Nelson. She was tall, with the same piercing eyes and high cheekbones that Jake had come to associate with Mr. Nelson. Her presence was commanding yet elegant, and Jake’s curiosity was immediately piqued.He blinked, momentarily taken aback. “Um, hello. Who might you be?”The woman turned to him, her expression a mix of curiosity and surprise. Before she could respond, Mr. Nelson entered behind Jake, his gaze immediately locking onto the woman.“Mom, what are you doing here?” Mr. Nelson’s voice wa