NOVA
I checked the time on the wall clock, heaving in disappointment. Why wasn't he back home? It was late enough. Sighing, I got up from the sofa, and paced the floor, occasionally twirling my lustrous blonde hair. I was unable to contain my excitement despite the disappointment. Today happened to be our second wedding anniversary, and I have wonderful news for my husband. One I couldn't wait to share with him. I had just sat down on a loveseat when I heard his car drive into the property. The sound of the door opening caused me to rise. Despite my anger at him returning late, I placed a smile on my face. At least he remembered to return home to me. Dashiell staggered into the sitting room and tossed his suitcase on the floor. His jacket was nowhere to be found, and his shirt was unbuttoned, almost to the fifth one. He looked towards me, his emerald eyes burning with a ferocity I knew too much. He was drunk. “Welcome back,” I said with a forced smile as I walked towards him. Dashiell was a handsome man. Hell, he was named the most handsome man in the country of all time. His emerald eyes and beautiful raven-black hair made him exceptional. That was one thing I admired about him. Especially his hair. I loved how soft they were to run my fingers through. Though I only did that whenever he was asleep — I sneaked up on him when he was sleeping in the parlour. “Bitch,” he spat, as he closed the distance between us. His eyes were narrowed. I ignored his remark as I stepped forward. “I have something —” A yelp left my throat when he yanked me towards him, with his hand wrapped tightly around my wrist. I gulped in fear as my heart pounded in my chest. I lost all coherency as he lifted me. Without him saying a word, I knew what he wanted. This wasn't the first time. He hoisted me up the stairs, to my room, and tossed me on the bed. I bounced on it, almost falling to the ground. “Dashiell,” I called his name, gulping as I watched him shed his clothes. “I have something I need to tell you.” “But I don't fucking wish to hear any of them!” Growling, he got on the bed. “You will be the docile wife you are supposed to be, and open your damned legs for me, won't you?” He wasn't asking. We have been here countless times. He never needed to ask my permission before doing something like that. I gulped. I wanted to refuse, to tell him I wasn't in the mood, but I didn't. Swallowing, I laid back on the bed, letting him know he could do whatever he wished. If this made him happy, then so be it. He didn't wait anymore as he ripped the gown. I bit back the tears that threatened to fall as the dress I saved for was destroyed like it was nothing. My panties were the next he tore. “Look at me, Nova,” he growled out. Sniffing, I forced my eyes to return to him as he raised my legs and placed them on his shoulders. I tried not to wince when he forcefully entered, telling myself this was for his pleasure. My family ingrained it in my memory ever since I was a kid. I had no say in this. I was just a woman. A toy for a man. His pleasure was all that mattered. Dashiell was rougher tonight. I could feel his anger. He didn't hold back, and I paid dearly for it. Tears streamed down my eyes as I begged him to slow down. But he didn't hear that. He was far gone in whatever he was battling with, to pay me any need. And all I could do was to lie there and receive it all, telling myself it was for his happiness. After all, I had nowhere to go. He was my husband, and I was his wife. My duty was to him. Whatever he wanted, I would give him. As long as it was within my power to do so. “Fuck!” He groaned as he climaxed, shooting his load into me. Gasping, he slid his dick out of my pussy without waiting for me to finish. It wasn't the first time, though. Hell, I never got to attain any satisfaction from this aside from the first time we slept together a year ago. Groaning, he pulled up from the bed and started dressing, not sparing a glance at me. It was obvious he was done with me. Leaving was the next thing. After all, we never slept in the same bed. He always fucked me in my room, and after that, he would return to his. That was how it had always been. Wincing, I sat up on the bed and covered my body with the blanket as I watched. “Dashiell, there's something I need to tell you,” I whispered. My voice was sore from all the screaming I did, which was why I tried to speak as softly as I could, knowing I might hurt it more should I speak normally. He turned to look at me. Scowling as if we had a feud with each other. Glaring, he picked up his shirt and left the room, slamming the door shut behind him. Gulping, I stared, too stunned to react. I was barely wrapping my head around what had just happened when the door opened once more and he stepped in. My face broke out into a smile as I watched him approach the bed, believing he had returned so he could hear what I had to say, only for the smile to vanish when he tossed a paper on the bed. Puzzled, I reached for it, gasping when I saw what it was. A freaking divorce paper. Shocked, I glanced up at him, wondering what was happening. "Why... What's..." “Sign that before I come back from work tomorrow.” His tone was detached. Cold as ever. I was used to it. But at the moment, it felt like my heart was about to give out. “Why?” I could only manage that word before I broke down completely. “I don't owe you an explanation, Nova. Sign the fucking papers before I return tomorrow.” With those heartless words he said, he left my room, slamming the door shut behind him.The sound echoed in my ears as I stared at the door. Powerless. Tired. Hurt. Different emotions went through me, but more was the feeling of disappointment. How did it turn out this way? It was supposed to be perfect. I had planned everything, from how I would break the good news to him as we ate dinner, only for him to dash my hopes like it was nothing. Wiping the tears from my face, I reached for my bedside drawer and removed the test results from it. Staring at it, I recalled how happy I was at the news. After two years of marriage, I was finally pregnant. And I thought this would bring his heart closer to me. I didn't blame him for all that happened over the years. Just like me, he was driven into this marriage after we had a one-night stand. Which was why I felt having this baby would smoothen things over for us. I believed he would start treating me better than before, but at that moment, I couldn't see any hope in that. Not with the divorce paper staring at me. Clutchin
DASHIELLI frowned at the phone, wondering what it was she wanted to tell me. It didn't sound like she had signed the papers, since she didn't reply to my question when I asked. Puzzled, I ran my fingers through my hair. Nova was such a difficult nut to crack.“Who was it?” Lilith demanded the moment I dropped the phone, running her manicured fingers on my chest.“No one important.” I reached towards her and brought her face closer, so I could place a kiss on her cheeks. “It's no one,” I repeated.I wasn't lying about that. Nova was no one to me. I was only with her because of her conniving plans. Had she not gotten her family involved after she promised to let things slide, I wouldn't have been stuck with her.“No one important?” She pouted, peering down at me as she was sitting on the table while I rested on my chair. “Why do you look stressed after that call? Was it from your wife?”She called the word wife as if it stank.“Mm.” I nodded, tossing the phone to my table. There was no
NOVAI prepared dinner for tonight, knowing he would be hungry since I didn't send any lunch to him today. I wasn't as excited as I was last night because I knew that whatever happened tonight would make or mar our future.The moment I heard the door open, I got up from the couch, gulping, when he came into focus. He had changed out of the blue shirt he wore this afternoon when I went to his office.Frowning, I wondered how he got a change of clothes. Did he buy it or…“What do you wish to inform me about?” He demanded as he dropped his briefcase on the table, glaring. “Where are the papers? Have you signed it?”“Don't you at least need to sit?” I asked, forcing a smile. I would lie if I said his words didn't hurt. He made it sound as if being a moment with me was work.“Not when I have something important to do,” he snapped, with his eyes narrowed at me. “I know how tremendous at tricks you are, Nova, and I'm not ready for any of that. Where are the papers?”I gulped. This wasn't ho
Stunned, I could only watch as he carried me up the stairs. I expected him to walk over to my room like he had always done, but Dashiell, always full of surprises, carried me towards his room.A gasp left me when he opened his door. “This isn't my room,” I whispered“I know," he responded as he stepped in and closed the door with his feet before he carried me over to his bed.For the first time since we got married, he placed me on his bed. His room had always been off-limits to me. He warned me never to step into it, and I obeyed him.“We are in your room,” I repeated, hoping he would realize we were in his room since he seemed not to be in his right mind.“I know.” Smiling, he placed a kiss on my forehead. "Haven't you always desired to be brought in here?”“I have, but….” I gulped, looking up at him as I tried to tell myself I wasn't dreaming, that this was happening. “You haven't brought me to your room before,” I whispered, trying not to break whatever spell I had held him with.
He changed after that night, shocking me more than anything else. I wondered how someone could have a 180-degree turn in a night. At first, I assumed this was his ploy to get me to let my guard down, for him to strike, but nothing happened.I watched him for a week, waiting for it.Dashiell, who had always stayed late in the office, started returning early. Just like now. I had just finished making dinner when I heard the front door opening.“I'm back,” he announced as he walked into the kitchen.I turned to watch him, grinning as he strode over to me. He didn't hug me. He knelt in front of me and placed a kiss on my tummy. “How is my darling?” He rubbed my stomach, smiling. “Dad is back, did you miss me?”I felt a pang at his words and actions, knowing I didn't matter to him. The only reason he was doing this was because of the baby.I knew why. When I visited Mama Kaka today, she told me about his grandfather's will. Having this baby would mean he has to secure the other part of hi
DASHIELLI twirled the pen in my hand as I went through the lists for the summer gala.A knock on the door interrupted me. Lilith walked in with a smile, holding a mug of coffee in hand as she strode over to me. “Hello, Darling.”“Oh.” I blinked, smiling as I got up from my chair. “Hello, sweetheart. How was your trip?” I stepped around the table, to her side.“I'm not happy, you realise that, right???” She dropped the coffee on my desk before turning to confront me, pouting.“Why?” Puzzled, I watched her walk over to me and wrap her hands around my waist. She placed her head on my chest and peered up at me.“Why didn't you call me during my trip? I was expecting your calls, you know?” She pursed her lips, sulking like a kid.“Oh, that?” I smiled as I removed some strands of hair from her face. “I figured you were busy, which was why I didn't call.”“Busy?” She removed her head from my chest and stepped back, frowning. “How busy could I have been not to pick up your calls?” She asked
NOVAI locked the door, and left the house, waving at the security men by the gate as I hurried out. Though Dashiell asked me to let one of them drive me to Mama Kaka's house, I opted to use a taxi. This way, I could walk a little, to exercise before heading over to her house. I had just walked a distance from the house when a red Camaro stopped in front of me. Frowning, I walked past it, humming under my breath. A few steps away from the car, I heard my name.Whirling around, a scowl came over my face when I noticed who it was. Lilith, the bitch. She was leaning on the hood of the red Camaro, twirling the keys in her right index as her gaze levelled on me. I could see the contempt in that stare. She looked like she was sizing me up to know where to start from."What's it? What are you doing here?" I demanded, surprised to see her close to the house. Was meeting Dashiell in the office not enough for her?"Dashiell sent me to pick you up," she said so casually like this was something
“What?” I frowned, furrowing my brows. “What did you just say?” “What you thought you heard.” She stopped a few paces away from me. “Dashiell wants you to get rid of the baby,” she repeated. “Impossible.” Instinctively, I placed my palms on my belly as I shook my head. “That's the last thing he would ask me to do. He will never ask me to terminate my pregnancy. Never.” “But he did.” She walked forward, closing the distance between us. “That's a lie.” “A lie? Why do you think so?” She looked amused, cocking her head to the side. “I know he never loved me, but Dashiell won't order me to abort the pregnancy. If there's one thing he had always wanted, it was a child.” “But not with you,” she hissed. “What the hell are you talking about?” “I think this will prove some facts to you, Nova. Your dearest husband gave his consent.” She brought a piece of paper out from her bag and waved it in my face. “What?” I snatched the note from her and read through it, my eyes widening the mor