"Did the matter get resolved?” Killian asked and I nodded my head. When I remembered that he wasn't with me here, I had to speak up. “Yes, thank you,” I said softly. He was the first person to ever take my side. And even if I didn't know what he had done, I appreciated the fact that he stood by me without knowing whose fault it was. “You can do whatever it is you want to, I'd always back you up,” He said, and then the line went dead. I clutched my phone in my hand, a smile breaking out on my face. “Sister, what happened to you?!” Eileen said with a gasp, wiping the smile away from my face. I turned to her with a blank look, a brow coming up. “Did someone hit you?!” She gasped. At that moment, Mr. Athanas stormed out of the office. He turned to me with a glare and then stormed past. “Sister, what happened?” She asked but I pushed past her too, heading for the art room. I had a lot of things to do. “You're here again?” The art teacher said, a warm smile on her face. I s
Mr. Lexington threw a glance at Erika, one that made her shiver quite noticeably. “You're against the marriage between them both?” The priest asked, seeming to be confused too. Erika opened her mouth to speak but Mr. Lexington cleared his throat once more. A silent warning to her. Everyone watched as Erika sat back down slowly, shaking her head and asking the priest to continue. She clenched her fist so tightly, digging her nails into her palm. “What were you thinking?” Her mother asked, slapping her thigh lightly. “You need to get rid of whatever feeling you have for Killian. He isn't the rich billionaire he was,” she said and Erika pouted. She knew all about that, and she was certain that she wouldn't want to be married to a blind crippled. Killian being blind was one thing, and his being both blind and crippled was another. Ruelle turned back to the priest asking him to continue. They had already wasted a few minutes because of Erika. She was tired and just wanted to go
Ruelle instantly reached out for Killain's belt, pulling it out.“Are you sure you want to?” Killian asked, holding her wrist. Ruelle nodded once more and Killian finally let her. He leaned against the headboard, spreading his legs and Ruelle laid in-between them. His zipper was undone and Ruelle pulled down his briefs, and he sprung out immediately. Ruelle stared at him, swallowing thickly. “You're big,” she muttered making him laugh.“I'd take that as a compliment,” Killian replied. “Have you ever done this before?” Killian asked ticking his jaw. For some reason, he didn't like the idea of her being in his state for someone who wasn't him.She had never done this before, and she felt nervous too. What if I bit him? She thought to herself as she stared at him. Every book she read has the characters warning against using her teeth.“What are you thinking about?” Killian asked and Ruelle voiced out her fears. “And the book says not to use your teeth,” she ended, still staring a
“You're overthinking it all. Whatever you're talking about must have been a realistic dream. You have school this morning, go get ready,” Killian said to her and she had no choice but to go with it all. Ruelle immediately rushed out of bed when she looked at the wall clock. She had to be in school early this morning and it was already past nine.Was she that tired to have overslept?“Do you feel okay? No hangover?” Killian asked and Ruelle shook her head. She raced into the bathroom, washing up quickly. Killian was surprised when Ruelle came out of the bathroom really fast. He figured that she had somewhere to be so he said nothing about it.Ruelle picked out a white dress and a brown cardigan, matching it with a brown beret and a black boot. Their wardrobe had been filled with clothes for her, and her old clothes were thrown out. She had no idea how that had happened but she was happy to have gotten clothes her size. Killian frowned when he saw what Ruelle wore. The dress stop
Ruelle brought out an empty canvas, she had thought of drawing something new today but wasn't sure what. She needed something to distract herself from the thoughts that she kept getting, but she didn't really feel like doing any serious thing. She turned to the crumpled paper that lay next to the trash can. She had attempted drawing earlier and ended up drawing Killian with his face flushed, staring directly at her. She was totally immersed in the drawing, and last night kept playing over and over in her head. A silly thought came to mind and she smiled and decided to start with a stick man. She had just drawn the head when the door burst open, Gabriel storming in.His eyes roamed the entire place until they fell on Ruelle who was standing behind a canvas. Ruelle raised her siren eyes slowly, staring coldly at Gabriel. She hated being interrupted when she was drawing and she knew that Gabriel was only here to cause trouble for her. Gabriel's heart skipped a beat when he saw Ru
Eileen drew the last line over the painting. She took a step back as she smiled to herself. “It's finally done,” She said in pleasure wiping the sweat off her brows. Her hands were covered in paint and she had worn an apron over her dress to prevent it from getting stained too. “This way, I'd win the contest,” Eileen thought to herself. “Wow. Did you paint that? You're really good,” A fresher who was passing by stopped, staring at Eileen's painting. “Do you think so? It's really nothing,” Eileen said, smiling coyly. She stared at ‘her painting’ with pride, her heart brimming with joy. Everyone who passed by complimented her painting, but what they didn't know was that Eileen had printed the work of an artist online. She had merely painted over the printed work to prevent people from noticing that it was printed. She was careful not to spoil the painting, and it seemed that her plan had worked. “Can you help me watch this? I'd be right back,” Eileen said to a fresher, moving aw
The competition was in a few hours and Ruelle decided to come and check her paintings. The art professor had locked all three in a room for safekeeping and Ruelle didn't have an issue with that. “Good morning ma'am,” Ruelle greeted as she stepped closer to the art professor. Mrs. Indrik, the Art professor, had just turned the lock, pushing the door open. “Good morning Ruelle. You'd need to take your painting to the event center before tomorrow morning,” Mrs. Indrik stepped into the room and Ruelle followed. She nodded her head as she walked in, going to her artwork.A light gasp was heard as Ruelle pulled the covers off, Mrs. Indrik staring at the paintings with her eyes wide open. Ruelle stood there stunned as she stared at her ripped paintings, her jaw slacking lightly. “Who would have done this?!” Mrs. Indrik thundered. Ruelle was just as clueless as Mrs. Indrik was. The room has been locked since then and the only way they would have gotten access is if they had the key.
Ana stared at Eileen in shock. Her jaw dropped as she struggled to find her voice. “Why are you acting surprised? You asked me to!” Ana cried. She felt frustrated and Eileen wasn't making things better for her. The punishment for her would be severe and she knew it. The Art director didn't take art destruction lightly.“Eileen please, tell them the truth. You told me to destroy Ruelle's work,” Ana pleaded. At this point she had tears streaming down her face.“I never asked you to do that. I told you not to, but I didn't know that you went ahead to do it.” Eileen denied it, hiding behind Ruelle. Ruelle instantly stepped away from Eileen. Eileen had done a lot of things to her and she wouldn't be surprised if this was one of the many.Eileen watched as Ana was unable to defend herself. She had gotten caught and there was no way she would be going down with her. Ana might be let off with light punishments, but she might be asked to withdraw from the competition and that can't happen
_Third Person POV_Ruelle stared up at the building, a slight smile on her face. She left school earlier than normal just to come here to see Killian. Killian wasn't aware of her visit, but she thought to surprise him. Taking a deep breath, she walked into the building, making heads turn to her immediately. Everyone stared at the beautiful lady that just walked in, their eyes widened in awe.The men stared at her with clear interest and lust, eyes roaming over her figure. Who was she is here to see?They wondered. Ruelle ignored the stares she got from people around, she walked up to the receptionist immediately. "Hello, I'm here to see Killian," Ruelle said, smiling politely. She let her eyes roam around the place, nodding in satisfaction to the interior decoration of the place. The receptionist stared at Ruelle with obvious distaste, giving her a once-over. "Do you have an appointment?" She asked, flipping through her book to search for her name. A name she never asked for
_Third Person POV_Ruelle was surprised when she found out that Killain had a hand in the current state of the Lexington Co-op."But how? That's impossible," Edward muttered, staring at the son he had discarded. "What did you think father? You'd plan my accident and expect me to just sit down and take it?" Killian asked. He had taken a different aura and was fierce now. Killian found no need to act weak, they had found out about his sight and legs. What use was it for?How that it was our, he was going to make all those that hurt his people pay. And he was going to start by making the Lexington family go bankrupt. "So what? You made a few calls, am I expected to bow to you now?" Edward asked sarcastically, staring at Killian with hatred. He always disliked this particular son of his and the reasons were quite obvious. Killian didn't bother if they were related or not, if he wanted to get rid of you, he would do so without any hesitation. "A few calls? I only needed to make ju
_Third Person's POV_Edward Lexington looked at Killian in anger and disbelief, unable to believe what was happening. He had done everything he could to make sure that Killian wouldn't be able to walk and see anymore, but what was this that he was looking at?Eileen stared at Killian, her hands clenched into fists by her side. "This could not be happening!" She thought to herself. Her eyes went from Killian who was standing gloriously, to Ruelle who stood by his side with pride. Did she know that Killian could see and walk all this while? Was that why she agreed to the wedding?At this moment, her hatred for Ruelle grew with each passing second. She once again stole what was meant to be hers!Ruelle turned to look at Eileen, noticing the look of anger on her face. "What's wrong Eileen? Why are you still here?" Ruelle couldn't help but ask, a smirk on her face. Knowing the type of person Eileen was, she knew to be cautious of her from now on. "Sister, did you know of Killian's a
_Ruelle’s POV_I tasted copper on my tongue as I turned my head to look at Mrs. Lexington. I wasn't expecting that hit and I ended up biting my tongue hard. The room temperature dropped a bit and I turned to look at Killian. ..his hands were folded in a fist and it seemed like he was holding himself back. “How dare you hit my wife?” Killian growled in anger. Mrs. Lexington grabbed my hair, pulling my head back. I bit back a cry as my eyes watered, letting her do whatever she wanted. “I told you to keep her in check, didn't I? Did you know what your wife has been doing? She has been smearing the Lexington name in mud!” Mrs Lexington exclaimed and I instantly knew that Eileen had said something to her.“What my wife has been doing has nothing to do with anyone and I would appreciate it if you stayed away from our business,” Killian warned, making Mr. Lexington laugh dryly. “Your wife has been going around whoring with men, she bears my surname and yet it's none of our business?!
_Ruelle's POV_I tightened my hold on Killian's hand as he slowly slipped inside me. My fingers dug into his skin, tears swelling in my eyes. “Do you want me to stop?” Killian asked, stopping immediately. He looked at me worried and I shook my head. “I'm fine,” I assured him. His eyes remained on mine as he started moving slowly, watching my face for any sign of pain. Slowly, the feeling of pain was replaced by pleasure and I felt myself wanting more. “Killian,” I moaned loudly, as his pace increased. Killian leaned in to kiss me, swallowing my loud moans. “Fuck, Ruelle,” He growled, taking my tits into his mouth. He sucked on one as he grounded the other with his hand. My arms wrapped around him, my fingers digging into his back. I could feel a building sensation in my lower abdomen and I threw my head back, whimpering. I wanted this, I wanted him. A tear drop rolled down my eyes, the feeling of pleasure and excitement bubbling through me. I could feel my release gett
_Ruelle’s POV_“Wha-what are you doing?” I stuttered staring at him as he walked closer.My heart thumped faster in my chest. The closer he came, the more excited I got. I tried to take a step back but my back met with the wall, and a light gasp escaped my lips. “Do you want a chase? You can't run from me, little mouse,” His voice sent shivers down my spine, making me feel things I wasn't certain I could feel. Killian had closed the distance between us, trapping me between his chest and the wall. I could smell his cologne from how close we were and I took a deep breath. “The last time you were drunk and I couldn't do anything to you. Now, you're going to beg me to stop touching you,” Killian whispered in my ears. His hot breath fanned my neck and I gulped. The worst part of it all was that I wanted him to touch me. My core throbbed harder, and I raised. my eyes to meet his. “Please,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. It only took that one word as a form of consent from
_Ruelle’s POV_My eyes closed on their own accord as Killian closed the gap between us. I grabbed his collar, pulling him closer to me as our kiss deepened. His arms wrapped tightly around me like he was afraid I was going to run from him. Slowly, he broke our kiss, placing his forehead on mine. I took a minute before my eyes opened and I stared into his dark eyes. They were a whirlpool of emotions, threatening to pull me in. “But.. how?” I stuttered, searching his face. My question wasn't properly asked, but he understood. How was he seeing, how did it happen? How was he even a judge for this? “I've been able to see for a while now. Even before I met you,”It took me a while to understand what he said, my eyes searching around in confusion. Wait.. wait.. Back up a minute.A lot of memories came rushing back to me, memories of when I had taken my clothes off around him. I had thought he was blind then. “Are you telling me you've been able to see almost this while?” I gritt
Eileen heard Ruelle whisper a man's name while staring at the judge who had just spoken. She looked between them, her eyes widening slightly. “Do you know that man? Is that why he is taking your side?” Eileen asked Ruelle, snapping her out of her thoughts The surprise on her face was instantly wiped off, being replaced by irritation. “Are we not going to talk about you stealing my work? I have proof that you did!” Ruelle hissed at Eileen. Her grey eyes burned with cold fury as she stared at her sister. She had been holding up her pent-up anger all this while and she was going to make sure that Eileen gets burnt. The competition was being aired on national television, she was going to make sure she destroyed Eileen's art career before it even started. Wanting to make a career with something you have no talent for was crazy, but Eileen seemed to think she could pull it off. “I didn't steal your work!” Eileen screamed, her nose flared as she breathed in deeply.She had stolen it
Ruelle stayed awake the whole night, painting two pieces that she would use for the art competition. The last piece was one she had done previously, a piece that was important for her plan to work. It was already 8:45 AM when Ruelle finally kept her paintbrush, taking a step back. She stretched her back, feeling relieved about being done. Ruelle picked up her phone, opening it to finally go through it. 20 twenty missed calls. And all were from Mrs. Indrik but none from Killian. Ruelle frowned when she saw that truly Killain didn't call her, neither did he leave her a text. He occasionally sent her texts but she knew that it was Matthew that typed for him. “I know I'm the one who told him not to call, but didn't he find it important to find out how I was doing?” Ruelle asked in disappointment. Thinking of the competition where she had to be, she called Mrs. Indrik who answered the call immediately. “The competition is about to start, where are you?” Mrs. Indrik’s rushed voic