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CHAPTER 5 ELLE I open one of my eyes, the dizziness overwhelming me that I have to slowly rise from the bed and stagger towards the bathroom, the room spinning around me. It was the break of the dawn; too early for me to wake during a weekend. I rested my hands on the walls as I struggled against it, trying to reach the toilet bowl before I barfed up. Not being able to withstand, I collapse on the floor and have managed to hold the toilet bowl tighter before my face hovers on it, inches away from the water as I empty my insides. I hug it closer to my chest, heaving at it without having anything to let go. I've been like this for the past week and was getting weaker by the days passing. Gabe never had the chance to notice this because he's been away for Italy for almost a month now. I do not know the exact date of his return. Maybe next week or tomorrow morning? Tonight? It was pointless to bug him about it because he wanted to surprise me. I rolled my eyes at that, pushing myself away from the bowl and leaning my back against the tub. What am I going to tell him once he arrives and see me like this- like a zombie that has just resurrected? I believe that he will be enraged by my appearance once he comes back. I have lost weight because I couldn't keep my food in. I wanted to go and have myself checked in the hospital though I felt lazy, sometimes I refused to leave the room and stay in bed, cuddled up in sheets and reading to myself. What should I tell Gabriel once he goes back? That I've got the worst stomach flu of the history - a bug or something I've got because of eating too much ice cream? Or wait... I momentarily stopped, my thoughts and ideas dissolving as I crawl my way back inside our room. I rummaged the bedside table and open the lock on my phone as I see the red sign blinking in my notification - quite confirm the assumptions I am having. I think I know why I am having this sickness for it's not considered as to how it appeared to be. I should've got my period last month, and I have never been late in my whole life. This is it, what I have always wanted with Gabriel. I believe that my answers are finally answered. I finally have a chance. With desperation in my eyes, I hoist myself up, struggling to keep my balance as I stare at the girl reflected in the window. "I'm going to take the test." • I smiled at the three pink positive signs staring at me. I'm pregnant! I danced around the bathroom and giggled some more. Who knows that I will be a mom after a few months? Have a little Elle or maybe little Gabe running around here while I busied myself looking after her or him, or them? I smiled, a wild look in my face that does not deem well with how thin I've become for the past few weeks. Only 7 out of 10 women who have this result is as happy as me. One of them is underage, or have three kids already and doesn't want an additional problem or the other, which is a single woman who has a one night stand. Like I care. I'm going to have what I wanted for so long. It's right in front of me now. Literally. Out of habit, I begin to bite my nails as I think of the consequences of this. I'm a little bit nervous about what is going to happen to me and the baby when the contract is done but I forced myself to just shut it out and relax. I don't want stress clawing at my very face and make the baby feel worst. I can handle this. I put the three pregnancy test in my bag and smiled. This will be the second happiest day of my life. The first one is when I married the love of my life -which, I'm not sure if he will be happy with this news but I want the baby. Yet, if he doesn't accept my baby and chose to react negatively towards my news, then I will protect my baby from him even if it is the last thing I will do. I won't let him do anything to this little bean. If I need not tell him until I'm showing, then fine. I'll do everything in my power to keep my baby safe. Even if it requires me to leave the love of my life just so this little bean would live happily, I will choose that rather than ending the life that has not even started in this world. The thought of having a life inside of me is clearly a joyful moment. Especially that it's from Gabriel and me. I really need to be careful about everything that I do, and I won't have any coffee anytime soon. No stress and more rest, and lastly, I really want to have some pistachios, salted caramel kisses and vanilla Ice cream right now. Making my decision, I snatch my purse and decided to meet up with someone I haven't seen for a long time. • "What? You're pregnant? I'm gonna be an aunt!" The female version of my husband screamed, slapping my face playfully before she hugs me back. It was almost painful for me to stare at Neola the same way as she does to me. It's hard for me to see the same reflection of my husband on her face and smile. I just miss him too much. It has been a month since I saw him and she just looks a lot like him. I wonder - will our child possess the same blue eyes as them or inherit my vivid green eyes that I am so in love with. Neola's curly hair is slightly bushy than that of Gabriel's - a trait of their Italian descent in their mother side, the Mancini's, which he rarely even talks about considering that Gabriel's mother has died when they are still kids. I was suddenly distracted out of my thoughts when Neola piped in, "But you clearly know that my brother will be shocked to know this...it is unexpected." She smirks at me, her eyes filled with amusement, "What did you do to make my dear old brother succumb to your temptation, mistress?" she pointed an accusing finger at me and giggled. I slap her finger and pouted, "Neola! I know that all he's going to say to me is N.O. and I won't have any say on it but it is done. The baby is here and he has to deal with it one way or another. This is a blessing; this little bean is very dear to me and I won't let Gabriel do anything to harm my baby!" My chest tightens and I sobbed, bursting into tears as I shoved a spoonful of ice cream into my mouth, muffling my cries. Damn, hormones. Neola gave me a look and wipe my tears with the Kleenex on her hand, "Shh, slow down. No stress for the little bean, right?" I glared at her as I shoved another spoonful inside my mouth, "Yet you are the one who is stressing me, Neola." She bites her lip and I smiled at that. Shoving another spoonful in my mouth, I moan at the sweet-smelling salted caramel kisses melting on my tongue. "What are you going to do when he finds out about this?" She asked after I finish my ice cream. I looked at her and smiled, "Nothing, I'll let it be. I won't do anything. I'm pretty sure that once he sees the photos of this little bean, he will accept it all. Gabriel is not that heartless." Neola gave me a confused look, frowning at the tub of ice cream in front of her. "But you know my brother, Elle. He always gets what he wanted - all of his demands are always followed. He has plans for both of you. He doesn't, never in a million years, would want a kid, right? He has made it clear. You know he has--" "I know that but, his reasons are lame! I just don't understand him..." I shoved another spoonful and watch her shoved her own share of the ice cream on her mouth. "I don't even understand why he doesn't want a kid also. He's like twenty-nine already and the company is doing well. You and Gabriel are perfect, having a lovely house and lots of money, you can afford a dozen of children if you want to. " Neola shoves a spoonful of her own ice cream inside her mouth before scowling at me, "Yet against all this, how come he let you have your way? My brother's not that idiot when it comes to things like this, especially things he doesn't like." She gave me a curious look before turning her attention to her milkshake which still looks like untouched. Because he's drunk and out of his mind, Neo, and that I partly lied to him. No. I won't tell her that. I bite my lip and scratch my neck - a sign that I am nervous about lying at Neola. "Becawithe he arrived late that night and then-" Neola's eyes widen as she shakes her hands in front of her, exclaiming, "No need for those details! God, I don't want to know about your sexual this and that, woman. I'm clearly satisfied with the 'no sex before marriage thingy'. You know, I might be tempted." She winked at me, her fingers still covering her ears. I laughed at this silly twenty-two-year-old gal, shaking my head at how ridiculous she appears. "I just want to know how you persuade him to do it." "Alright. It just....happened." I smiled at her as she grinned at me. "That's it?" I nodded and said. "You don't want to hear the details, right?" She hastily pointed the spoon at me before deciding to shove it back into one of the tubs, "Never mind. Let's eat this pistachio ice cream now that we finished the salted caramel one. Oh, I remember! I ordered you some strawberry milkshakes. I heard that most pregnant women visiting this cafe ask for this special milkshake." She called for the waiter and I watch in horror as she laid the glass in front of us. Neo thank him and push the glass to me, "Your favourite, right?" She cheered but I just frowned back at the milkshake, "Are you okay, Elle?" "I don't like strawberry at this moment...especially one on my milkshake," I stood up from my seat and headed in the bathroom to throw up. • I look down on my watch and waited some more. He said he's gonna meet me up for dinner. He informed me that he will arrive late this evening instead of going back tomorrow morning. He said it'll take him only an hour before he arrives but why is it that he's not here yet? It's almost midnight! And the fact that I prepared his favourite dish even if it is hard to do makes me irritated at him. Pissed even. It made me so infuriated at him that I have this sudden urge to hurl the pan unto him as soon as he arrives. I tap my foot impatiently and glared at the time that is reflected at the grandfather clock. I've gone almost everywhere today. From the café, then to the doctor before going to the store to buy the necessary ingredients I needed. I'm very thankful that Neola is there to be my company and driver since Taylor was with Gabriel, doing god-knows-what. She accompanied me to the hospital to have my very first check-up seeing as Gabriel wasn't with me Doctor Eric told me that I'm 5 weeks pregnant. I'm a bit hesitant at first when he examined me because of the main reason that he's a guy. Though he assured me that he was actually gay. I almost laugh at how ridiculous I act, gawking when he asked me to strip and open up as he uses the wand to probe at 'my area'. I'm very thankful that he's my doctor and that he is gay because I will be damned if Gabriel finds out that my OB was a guy. I also meet Victo-I mean Doctor Cherry, his assistant/ substitute doctor for his patients in case he wasn't there. She looks awfully familiar to me that I am feeling a bit dodgy at her, remembering that Victoria Lint who made my life hell before and after I have married Gabriel. She has the same facial features as that of Victoria, Gabe's ex-girlfriend except that Cherry is blonde while Victoria was brunette. The features end with that because they have no traits in common like Cherry's attitude is kind, nice and loving; nothing like those of that scandalous bitch, whom I fought with before I and Gabriel got married. She's so scanty and ridiculous that even though it has been a year I can't forget about her freak face and her foul mouth which I long to wash with soap. Victoria's face still irks me making me want to find her and pull her head off, screaming bloody murder. Why does Cherry have to look like someone I hated for the rest of eternity? I'm pretty sure that God can choose from a lot of combinations so why do they have to look a lot like each other? And the fact that Cherry is so nice to me that she already win my heart makes it more infuriating. She even assured me that I am her favourite patient and that she will take care of me and my baby. After giving me my prenatal vitamins, Eric asked me to come back next month to check on this little bean. He also gave me his number, telling me that I'm free to consult him anytime, or asked him about the different stages of pregnancy. He also told me that throwing up or morning sickness is just normal, along with the sudden cravings that are so bizarre, not fathomable by anyone but the baby inside. After my check-up, Neola and I went to the nearest grocery store to buy the ingredients for the Chicken Alfredo which is Gabriel's favourite. I am looking forward to this dinner because I haven't seen him for weeks and I wanted to tell him about the baby, explaining to him that he will be the best father because I will be next to him, figuring parenthood together. Even if I feel like I'm gonna sleep for the rest of my life as soon as I hit the sack yet, I still waited. I'm so beat which explains why I am so eager to sleep. It's past eleven in the evening now and there's not even a sign on when he's going to arrive. No message or call to tell me that he'd cancel his flight back to New York because he still had some unfinished business meeting or anything. He just made me wait. He made me think that he will be here with me tonight, celebrating his arrival and also the present inside me. Darn it! I really miss him. I can't help the tears as they fall down on my cheek. Can't he see that I long for his presence? Don't he miss me too? He's focused on making our relationship work from the moment he stayed with me all day after our anniversary. He's shown me that he wanted me, that he can still be human, that I can be loved by him but, as he leaves for Italy, I know it will change again. I stopped pacing around the kitchen, settling myself back on the seat and staring at the dish I have prepared. A lot of thoughts clouding my mind again as I felt my eyes being clouded by the tears, and they fell against my cheek, hot and swift. I cried my heart out and plead for him to come home to me because I felt like everything was a repeat of that tragic night and once he came back here from Italy, we are broken again and I will be left picking up my personal pieces. I can't help but sob harder as I lay my head down on the table, wallowing. I'm tired and hungry. I think I cannot wait some more for the smell of Chicken Alfredo is making me drool like I haven't eaten from the past twenty-five years of my existence. I have to take a bite out of it at least After finishing a plate full of pasta, I keep the leftovers in the fridge so if he ever arrives later at dawn and is hungry, he can feed his foul mouth. I silently wash my plate since we've got no household help for I like to do things on my own. As I wipe the plate, I thought about the possibility of him having an affair. Maybe, that is possible. He's always been known to have so many mistresses, models here and there. It is only when his father have arranged a marriage for the two of us when he settled down. I always have doubts but he always tried to push it off my mind and gave me a satisfying relationship. Satisfying to the extent of him putting a distance between us and shutting himself in his office while letting me do what I want to do. He told me that he will change but it seems like it's all a lie. And now, with the business running in his hand again, he's having nights out where he stayed up late, never giving me the chance to spend time with him. Even on weekends he always has something to do a sorry excuse for him to not go home. I wish I didn't hold unto his empty promises. I stripped off my clothes and headed inside the bathroom. I remember that night - the night when he came home after the party, drunk out of his mind. I lured him in and let him kiss me. I let him drive me crazy with lust for the desperation in my heart is winning and unexpectedly he reacted to it the same way as I did. He completely blew my head off and took my heart with him. I have always wanted a kid right from the moment we married for the baby is the only thing that will make me happy when he's away - a substitute for his very presence. This little snot will look just like him and I'm very sure of that considering that I am missing the devil more and more. I caress my tummy and smiled, "Hello there, little Bean. I'm your mommy. I love you, always remember that..." I gaze at my reflection in the mirror and smiled. Who knows I can be pregnant without him knowing it? Well, not for long at least.©S A F I E CHAPTER 6 ELLE I was bored like crazy. I lied down on the floor, my thoughts and emotions in a turmoil. I really miss him and the way my hormones raged on, doesn't help me at all. I pulled at my hair and turn so that I am facing the balcony, the view of the beautiful Sunday morning trying to cheer me up but failing. I push myself up so that I am sitting.I've been in my studio for quite an hour now since I woke up, eating my cheerios with Nutella as I stare at the empty canvas. I couldn't seem to find the inspiration to paint or focus or even be creative. All because I miss him. He is still not here. He has promised to be back last night but it was one of his funny schemes, a prank as I like to call it. he loves playing with my feelings and I don't understand the reason behind it. I thought he will be true to his words but he did not even care to explain to me. He's on the other side of the world doing God knows what; left me here floating and cold. He didn't eve
©S A F I E CHAPTER 7 ELLE I was here again - in such precious moment where I am staring at my husband's beautiful face. I do not want to blink my eyes of fear that everything will fade and I will find myself waking up from this dream. I fear to think that, if I turn my eyes from him, he will disappear and I will be left alone again.I stared at him, my eyes not leaving his slightly parted lips, smirking at that tiny sound he is exhausting. I nuzzled my head in the pillow and sigh, restraining myself from tracing his features because he might wake up again just like he did when I was lying on top of his chest. I am trying to imprint his face in my head and hoping that the tiny bean growing inside my womb would have the same godly face. He is really beautiful when he is sleeping. Casting another glance at him, I couldn't help but frown. This angelic face was the reason I am not creative for a moment because of my irritation and disappointment towards him. He deserves a prope
©S A F I ECHAPTER 8 ELLE "I could see you are happy now," Gabriel muttered, his face shining with sweat as he collapsed on the blanket we are currently using. He snatched the sandwich from my hand and bite unto it, closing his lazy eyes and sighing in content."Cow," I muttered under my breath, the back of my neck prickling in irritation as I angrily waved a hand at him, giving him the finger. He gave me a smug smile and I cross my arms over my chest, taking another sandwich from our picnic basket. It was late afternoon but the sun is still up in the sky, furiously glaring down at us. I look around and sigh, glad that I and Gabriel have managed to fool the paparazzi's by dressing up as normal couples, him adorning a red baseball cap while I wear a fedora hat. It is not much, but it wasn't what I usually wear when I am going out. Gabriel also used the old convertible he has inherited from his father's collection, completely throwing the paparazzi's off our trail.I lean back on t
©S A F I E CHAPTER 9 ELLE I've been 11 weeks far in my pregnancy. Morning sickness is still there and my husband having no clue about it. I am afraid that as the time drags on, it gets harder for me to confess to him.He always comes home late and it kind of ticks me off when I fall asleep before he arrives, but in the mornings he makes sure to join me at breakfast. It's been our routine now; I stay at home all day, doing paintings for my clients while he works off in the office, visiting the houses and villas we are set to renovate and sell, checking our restaurants and shops, and meeting with various people we are partners with. Gabriel shall arrive past ten at night, slip inside the comforter and cuddle me, comforting me with his warmth as I am dreaming. I know he's making so much effort to spend time with me but how I wish I could get the chance to spend a whole day with him, again. Yes; We get to see each other every day but all we say is, 'Good Night' and 'Good Morning'.
©S A F I ECHAPTER 10ELLE"Elleana"I can feel my hands getting sweaty as I felt Gabriel's presence in my back, he held up his hand to me and I take it, interlacing our fingers as I look on his eyes, "Gabe, Why are you doing this?" He gave me one of his crooked smiles and I try not to melt under his gaze.My heart is beating fast inside my chest as I hold his hands, butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I haven't felt like this in a long while. The first time I have felt this was the time when we were inside the broom cupboard, his head resting on my chest as I comfort him out of his fear. Since I had discovered that I will win him in the end and he'll have my heart in return.What a beautiful prank to make the both of us end up together.Gabriel squeeze my hand tight, refusing to answer me. Instead, he guided me further and made me sit on the pillows on the floor, a small table placed on the middle of it. He smiled once again as he settled on his place across me. The candles are fli
©S A F I E CHAPTER 11 ELLE I smiled as I sat up from the bed, stretching my limbs. I am going to tell Gabriel about the baby now that he's been finished with his meeting. No more secrets and I vowed to do that. All I know is that when I tell him about the baby, all his opinions will change and he will be delighted of the blessing we receive. I walk out of his room after wrapping myself in the green silky robes, loving how it felt against my skin. I headed for the living room and tried to find him. We are still at his penthouse, and I'm pretty glad about that. This way, he'll be comfortable with whatever I will say to him. I passed by Taylor-I mean Joe in the kitchen aisle and decided to ask him about the whereabouts of my dear husband instead of getting lost in this modern cave. I take a seat beside Joe and stared at the sandwich he is preparing for himself. He silently spread some jam on it, before taking some peanut butter, his stance nervous. "Hello, Joe..." I smiled at h
©S A F I E CHAPTER 12 GABRIELI run my hands through my hair and breathe out a sigh. A couple of nurses pass me by, looking at me with a curious gaze. I ignored them, bowing my head in frustration - I felt like I am suffocating in the very oxygen I am breathing in.I closed my eyes, biting my lip. I never meant for this to happen; I just wanted to talk to her, to make her understand and when she finally gives me the chance, worse things happen. After what felt like a million years, the door burst open and out came another doctor-which almost made me double over. Well, not because of the very reason that she's pretty but because she looks exactly like Victoria yet this girl has blonde hair and Victoria was a pure brunette. I didn't know that she has taken an interest in the medical field and dyed her hair blonde."Victoria?" I asked, still looking at the doctor as she checks the data on the board. "Victoria, what-?"She cut me off by looking up at me with those striking blue eyes
©S A F I E CHAPTER 13 ELLE Beep...beep...beep...beeeeep...I sucked in a deep breath, opening my eyes. The bright light blinded me for a second and as my vision focused, I found Cherry looking at me, her expression unreadable. "What happened?” I cringed as I hear my voice, looking at the tubes that were awkwardly inserted on my arms - the sight of them making me sick in the stomach. "Why are you here?""Seriously? Are you really asking me that question? You are the one who fell off the stairs and got a concussion which is why you are here." She snapped at me, standing from her seat. "Let me get you a glass of water." My throat suddenly felt dry as I slowly process everything that has happened. "I fell off the stairs, I know but the baby....?" She looks at me, ignoring my question as she bends down to check my pulse. "How is my baby, Cherry?" She gives me a look and bowed her head."Oh, God. I know this will upset you, but I --" "Tell me!" I tried to sit up but I end up falling
©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