©S A F I E CHAPTER 29 ELLE I glance down at my shirt. I can feel blood dripping down on the back of my head as I examine the large bruise covering my left leg. The pain in my shoulder stings and I cringe at the sight of blood that is caked up in my arms down to my hand. Groaning, I push myself up and walk, only to be pulled by the chains. I shivered at the cold contact it brought to my ankle, crouching down, I shake the chain and pulled, hopeless. I realize that I've been bound for quite some time now considering the marks the chains had made. My ankles yell in protest as I yank at the chains once again, the voice startling me "You know what? That's useless." I look down the hall, trying to locate the owner of the voice, only to see Victoria there, rocking my child. I wanted nothing but to yank her long hair and take my child from her filthy hands. I worriedly look at my baby, why is he not responding? I pulled at the chains again and hissed in pain as I collapse on the floor,
©S A F I E CHAPTER 30 GABRIELI hurried down the stairs just on time to see Victoria and Elle fighting over the gun. Elle appears to have been shot previously judging by the bloodstain on her shirt. The room was dim and I couldn't make out the things as I stumbled across, my hands tight on the gun."Victoria!" She stares at me and for the slightest second and I thought she was going to come running back to me. Her eyes were filled with pain and longing as she hesitated, "Victoria please, you should stop," she stopped strangling Elle, her hands going limp on her side and she drops the gun, her gaze focused on me. This results in Elle successfully taking the gun from her grasp. "No, Victoria. Stop!" Victoria was snapped out of her trance as she lounges at Elle and looks up to me, her eyes blazing with hatred and anger. She punches Elle and hit her with the back of the gun as she takes possession of it. Victoria lets out a cry as she pressed her fingers and pull the trigger, "NO!"
© S A F I E CHAPTER 31 GABRIELI lean my back on my seat and look in front of me. It was mid-afternoon and the jam is horrible. I'll be lucky to reach Elle's flat just before quarter to 3. I massage my forehead and sigh, not believing the misfortune that has dawned.Victoria Lint, the only heir to the Lint industry, was driven crazy of our separation three years ago. She was my best friend, a brilliant lady who loves to play with people's feeling and bully them. Victoria was my ally and I am afraid, I became bad because of her influence. Though my father did not approve her; he disliked her for she was spoiled and refuse to listen to her parents. She was a devil but I have fallen for her, or was it just an infatuation? A playground love story? I haven't realised that Victoria can be worse than she was before.When my father decided that I should marry Elle, Victoria has resulted in self - harm. She used drugs and abused herself, going to bars and overdosing. By the time she was to
© SAFIE CHAPTER 32 GABE I was stuck, staring at the door, imagining her body leaning on it on the other side of this room. I wanted to go back and take her in my arms and kiss all her worries away but I can't. I shouldn't. I turn on my heels and resist the temptation of running back to her. With a shake of my head, I walk down the opposite hall, pushing the button for the lift. I entered as it opens, my emotions in disarray as I waited until it descended on the parking lot. I got inside my car and momentarily stared at the space in front of me.The problem is almost solved.In a couple of hours, I can finally get my life back on track with my family. I hope Elle will accept my proposal. The thought brought a smile in my lips, I rested my head back, relaxing on my seat. I'm planning on marrying her again, and this time, I'll make sure that she will enjoy every part of it. There will be no rush and no force. It will all be her choice, her decision. If she wanted me to wear a pink
© S A F I E CHAPTER 33 ELLE I'm sitting at the table, the minutes passed by as though it seems to drag on forever. Jacob was sleeping peacefully in his cot, unbothered by the anxiety I am feeling now. I wipe my hands as they become sweaty and cold, stretching my arms and leaning across the table. He's been away for almost an hour now, he was supposed to be here and if something did happen, I'm sure he would've called. I wait a little longer, before standing up from my seat, looking down the driveway but his car isn't there. I don't know what to presume. I called for Neola and she said that she hasn't seen him.Why? Did something wrong happen to him?I went back to the table and stared back at the baby monitor connected to Jacob's cot. I lean down, and listened; there was a rustle, and a whimper, then he gurgled, making me smile. Jacob's little noises distracted me from what is happening but I am afraid it isn't enough. The waiting is twisting my insides, driving me insane. Desp
©S A F I E EPILOGUE ELLE It takes a while for me to believe that what I am seeing is real, that it is not a dream I made up, a wish that I have longed for.Gabriel and I have started upon a rough path, just like any other arranged marriage would be. I hated him back when we were young but ended up infatuated, charmed. He was the bad boy who made me cry and made me hate myself though all of that changed when he and I were trapped inside a broom cupboard. From then on, I am entrapped, captivated by the innocence that is thriving inside him. I notice that this vulnerability of his can still make him love, can still make him human - and I have not been wrong to assume that.It appears to be a mistake when our parents decided to tie us up in marriage; it gave us little to no time to get to know each other's dislikes and moods. Gabriel has taken it as his personal mission to ignore my existence and proceed with his life as though nothing has changed. In my part, I have decided that th
PROLOGUE"Stop."But I didn't dare to. From the moment I hear him plead for me to stop, I continued further unto my plan. Besides, my position is rather comfortable and beneficial for my part. I won't trade anything as pleasant because of a word."Elle, NOT TODAY..."His words made me stop, staring at him for a moment. I can feel my lips quirking up into a smile."Elle. Not now..."I stared back at him, disliking the way his eyebrows were furrowed. Now I have to deal with the snappy old Gabe again. I get off his desk and strut around his chair, earning another groan from him."Elle--""Okay, Okay. I'm going out now." I stated in a nonchalant tone, shrugging my shoulders. But before I completely went out, I gave him something to remember.I lean down on his seat, a smile plastered on my face. I grabbed his cheek using both of my hands and kiss him. I pulled his lower lip with my teeth, hearing him groan, "El-""Elleana Cassidy!" Oops, almost full name. Oh, well. I still won't stop, Mr.
©S A F I ECHAPTER 1ELLE"So, Gabe, Elle...when are you going to give us something like her?"Mom carried my niece up on her arms as she gave us that look. My face felt like someone has set it on fire and I felt Gabriel's arms tensing around my waist as he cleared his throat.We are currently at a party thrown by my mother for our first anniversary. Yes, it's been a year since our wedding; a year since all of these started. This is the first party after the conflict that has happened. It was also the first one which Gabriel has agreed to go with me.I am startled when my dad suddenly piped in, "We're so old. We still wanted to play with our grandkids, see them grow...you know?" Dad muses as he snatched the baby from mom, "Oh, you little pumpkin. Don't you look a lot like your grandmother?" He laughed making my niece cry. I sigh, scratching my forehead as I pull away from Gabriel, surprising him."Dad, let me take her back to Cassandra. I'm sure little Cece here wanted to be with her
©S A F I E EPILOGUE ELLE It takes a while for me to believe that what I am seeing is real, that it is not a dream I made up, a wish that I have longed for.Gabriel and I have started upon a rough path, just like any other arranged marriage would be. I hated him back when we were young but ended up infatuated, charmed. He was the bad boy who made me cry and made me hate myself though all of that changed when he and I were trapped inside a broom cupboard. From then on, I am entrapped, captivated by the innocence that is thriving inside him. I notice that this vulnerability of his can still make him love, can still make him human - and I have not been wrong to assume that.It appears to be a mistake when our parents decided to tie us up in marriage; it gave us little to no time to get to know each other's dislikes and moods. Gabriel has taken it as his personal mission to ignore my existence and proceed with his life as though nothing has changed. In my part, I have decided that th
© S A F I E CHAPTER 33 ELLE I'm sitting at the table, the minutes passed by as though it seems to drag on forever. Jacob was sleeping peacefully in his cot, unbothered by the anxiety I am feeling now. I wipe my hands as they become sweaty and cold, stretching my arms and leaning across the table. He's been away for almost an hour now, he was supposed to be here and if something did happen, I'm sure he would've called. I wait a little longer, before standing up from my seat, looking down the driveway but his car isn't there. I don't know what to presume. I called for Neola and she said that she hasn't seen him.Why? Did something wrong happen to him?I went back to the table and stared back at the baby monitor connected to Jacob's cot. I lean down, and listened; there was a rustle, and a whimper, then he gurgled, making me smile. Jacob's little noises distracted me from what is happening but I am afraid it isn't enough. The waiting is twisting my insides, driving me insane. Desp
© SAFIE CHAPTER 32 GABE I was stuck, staring at the door, imagining her body leaning on it on the other side of this room. I wanted to go back and take her in my arms and kiss all her worries away but I can't. I shouldn't. I turn on my heels and resist the temptation of running back to her. With a shake of my head, I walk down the opposite hall, pushing the button for the lift. I entered as it opens, my emotions in disarray as I waited until it descended on the parking lot. I got inside my car and momentarily stared at the space in front of me.The problem is almost solved.In a couple of hours, I can finally get my life back on track with my family. I hope Elle will accept my proposal. The thought brought a smile in my lips, I rested my head back, relaxing on my seat. I'm planning on marrying her again, and this time, I'll make sure that she will enjoy every part of it. There will be no rush and no force. It will all be her choice, her decision. If she wanted me to wear a pink
© S A F I E CHAPTER 31 GABRIELI lean my back on my seat and look in front of me. It was mid-afternoon and the jam is horrible. I'll be lucky to reach Elle's flat just before quarter to 3. I massage my forehead and sigh, not believing the misfortune that has dawned.Victoria Lint, the only heir to the Lint industry, was driven crazy of our separation three years ago. She was my best friend, a brilliant lady who loves to play with people's feeling and bully them. Victoria was my ally and I am afraid, I became bad because of her influence. Though my father did not approve her; he disliked her for she was spoiled and refuse to listen to her parents. She was a devil but I have fallen for her, or was it just an infatuation? A playground love story? I haven't realised that Victoria can be worse than she was before.When my father decided that I should marry Elle, Victoria has resulted in self - harm. She used drugs and abused herself, going to bars and overdosing. By the time she was to
©S A F I E CHAPTER 30 GABRIELI hurried down the stairs just on time to see Victoria and Elle fighting over the gun. Elle appears to have been shot previously judging by the bloodstain on her shirt. The room was dim and I couldn't make out the things as I stumbled across, my hands tight on the gun."Victoria!" She stares at me and for the slightest second and I thought she was going to come running back to me. Her eyes were filled with pain and longing as she hesitated, "Victoria please, you should stop," she stopped strangling Elle, her hands going limp on her side and she drops the gun, her gaze focused on me. This results in Elle successfully taking the gun from her grasp. "No, Victoria. Stop!" Victoria was snapped out of her trance as she lounges at Elle and looks up to me, her eyes blazing with hatred and anger. She punches Elle and hit her with the back of the gun as she takes possession of it. Victoria lets out a cry as she pressed her fingers and pull the trigger, "NO!"
©S A F I E CHAPTER 29 ELLE I glance down at my shirt. I can feel blood dripping down on the back of my head as I examine the large bruise covering my left leg. The pain in my shoulder stings and I cringe at the sight of blood that is caked up in my arms down to my hand. Groaning, I push myself up and walk, only to be pulled by the chains. I shivered at the cold contact it brought to my ankle, crouching down, I shake the chain and pulled, hopeless. I realize that I've been bound for quite some time now considering the marks the chains had made. My ankles yell in protest as I yank at the chains once again, the voice startling me "You know what? That's useless." I look down the hall, trying to locate the owner of the voice, only to see Victoria there, rocking my child. I wanted nothing but to yank her long hair and take my child from her filthy hands. I worriedly look at my baby, why is he not responding? I pulled at the chains again and hissed in pain as I collapse on the floor,
©S A F I E CHAPTER 28 GABRIELI am downright pissed. I can’t believe her timing. Victoria just loves to ruin the best moments. I've been having the time of my life as I lay there, looking at Elle, wishing about our future together and here she is, stealing the spotlight. Fucking Victoria and her schemes. I can't believe that I had once fallen in love with this girl.I am such an idiot in the past.“Joe, what is the update?” I asked as I round the corner. My hand tightens at the steering wheel as I hear him speak in the phone, his voice rough with exhaustion, 'Last we saw her lurking by the driveway back in the mansion an hour ago. Ryan tailed her but for some reasons, she disappeared. We suspect that Victoria has her eyes on Elle and Jacob since she was next seen by a couple of old ladies as she loitered by the lobby back at Two Fifty West.' There is some pause before Joe said, 'You have to take care, are you with them?'“No.' I scratch my eyebrows, glaring at the street, "I went
©S A F I E CHAPTER 27 ELLE I breathe in and out, my knees trembling from under me. I loosen my grip at the lamp but quickly tighten my hands around it as I realise that it will fall on the floor which will wake my son. I want to turn around to check Neola and Jacob but I cannot remove my eyes from Gabriel.He adjusted the cloak he is wearing, unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes are trained on me and they held me in place. My eyes lower down to his neck, sweat glistening on the base where his shoulders appear. I suck in a deep breath as I see the spatter of hair peeking out from where he had left the buttons on. I return my gaze at Gabriel to see him a very cold smile plastered on his face. He blinks before he started walking closer, his stance in a defensive one. I felt like I am suffocating as he draws in, his hand covering mind as he takes the lamp off my hand and carefully lay it on the bed, all the while looking at me.I couldn't think straight as I watch Gabriel take my other h
©S A F I E CHAPTER 26 GABE I was beyond exhausted. I haven't slept for the past week, and four hours is not enough for me yet now, I’m here, waiting inside the mansion in the outskirts of the city for Elle to come back. I guess the picture hasn’t dropped from her shelf yet. I'm not even sure if she will pull out her canvass. Maybe, Ryan didn't calculate the probability that she might paint because of sadness. But I know Elle. Art is what she uses to escape reality. It helps her live through those dark times when I have chosen to ignore her presence after my father died and I became a monster to her. Why wouldn't it help her now? With pure annoyance, I brush my hair back and sat on the rocking chair. I'm currently inside Jacob's nursery; the one I've decorated from the last few months I've been away from them, hoping that Elle would let me see my son again but with no luck, the toys remain sprawled out aimlessly on the ground as the cot remain cold because of emptiness. I a