Here we go with him being mad again for misinterpreting my words.“I wasn’t pointing a finger at you Abel, I’m just saying, I can’t do this, it’s not even just about George,” I say, my voice laced with heaviness. “A lot has been going on, Abel. I… I can’t deal with it all.”His brows furrow, concern
I have kissed Abel before, hell, we have done more than kissing, and with every time we did, it just kept getting more intense. Right now, I think saying this moment is intense will be an understatement. It’s hot, burning, and wanting. His fingers are in my hair and I just don’t know where my hand s
It is at this moment that I realize, I did not know he had tattoos. I mean, we have made out, but he was always in his clothes, I have never seen beyond his wrist. My eyes are drawn to the intricate artwork etched across his chest and arms. They are beautiful. I don’t hesitate to move my fingers gen
I am having a mixture of emotions right now, as the words he just said pierce through my heart, and the smirk on Winston’s lips isn’t making the situation any better. I can tell from the smirk that he is pissed. I don’t know how he knew where I stay, and I have no idea how he was let up to come to m
“You’re hurting me,” I whimper in pain, begging him to let me go.“We need to talk!” he grunts, still dragging me back into the house. Abel drags him back and punches him hard on the face and before he can regain composure and pounce back, two guys; Abel’s bodyguards step in, their imposing presence
I take one last long look at my face in the rearview mirror and I swear the make-up I put on isn’t even doing much to cover up how swollen my eyes are. I shouldn’t have cried that much last night. The alcohol didn’t even make things better, it just made me cry some more, and now I was forced to pass
“Millie, thank you for helping me with my sister. She’s back home now,” Henrick exclaims, his words infused with gratitude. I can’t even explain the sigh of relief that I release. She is safe now.A surge of curiosity sweeps over me as I realize that Abel did play his part in ensuring the little gir
“No,” he says so calmly and I’m fighting to roll my eyes.“Okay, I don’t have an alcohol problem, can you leave now?” I just want him gone because I feel like he is crossing the boundary a little bit. Sure, we hooked up, and sure he got to see the parts of me that aren’t all that pretty but hey, he
“Abel, you are proposing…” The words tumble out of my mouth in disbelief, more of a statement than a question. He nods, and then, to my utter shock, he gets down on one knee. I feel the world around us blur and slow down, my pulse pounding in my ears.“Mildred Turina, will you marry me?” His voice w
She scoffs playfully, giving me that familiar look that says she’s still got it all under control. “I know how to take care of children, honey. We will be fine. You two go have fun.”Relief washes over me. Even though we’re leaving them in the best possible hands, the part of me that has grown attac
We’re heading to Abel’s lake house for a weekend getaway—just the two of us. He said he got the place a few years ago but rarely gets to use it. He has only taken the twins there a few times because the only time he gets enough time to spend with them without many distractions from work is during th
Epilogue"Come here,” I call her over, and she reluctantly pulls her fingers off her brother’s chubby cheeks, then walks back to where I am. I crouch down to be at her level, trying to mask the amusement I feel at her little pout.“If you keep harassing your brother, I will have him stay with me at
“Did I?”“You bitch!” I burst out laughing. He has definitely been holding that back.“I was busy dealing with a concussion to see anything, oh, and my mom has way more money than you, you know, and her money combined with the money my dad left me, which I just found out was a lot by the way, then A
“Mom, I…”“I should have taken you with me when he died, but I thought you were already a grown woman and you wouldn’t need me anymore, and I will never forgive myself for that because if I did, then you wouldn’t have ended up with an abusive man. I could have protected you from repeating the cycle.
"Abel, he is good for you," she repeats, this time more firmly. There’s a strange sadness in her eyes, as if she’s remembering all the times she wished someone had said those words to her. I nod, acknowledging her observation, but I don’t want to delve into a discussion about Abel with her. "I feel
"Are you ready to go home?" Abel asks, and I nod eagerly. The sterile scent of antiseptic clings to the air, making me desperate to leave this hospital room and everything it represents. My heart pounds with a need to escape—to feel the cool air outside, untainted by the trauma that haunts these wal
“Oh…”“I love you, and I would want you in my life and the twins too, but you need to accept that fact about me. I don’t even know if I can be a mother to your children or a stepmother. I just don’t know if I have it in me, even though I love them, and I love you,” I say, and I’m nervously waiting f