CELESTINE’s POV‘‘First of all… you asked me, who I thought I was? I'm going to pose the same question to you. Who do you think you are, Cynthia?’’Cynthia was at a loss for words.‘‘Second… you look down on mistresses, bitches, and shameless women; however, now it will be exactly this same mistress, bitch, and shameless woman who will be teaching you etiquette and educating you! If that's the case, does that put you in a higher tier than the whore, bitch, and shameless woman you're conversing with?!’’She couldn’t find a word to retort as she opened her mouth and then closed it again.‘‘Third… I am indeed from the island, but must the people there be exceptionally filthy? Do you think you are that clean, because your body is reeking of all kinds of stinky perfume, it makes me want to throw up!’’I breathed.‘‘Fourth… my height is five feet and seven inches, and my weight is one hundred twenty pounds. Do you have any further questions?’’Cynthia was speechless for a brief period of ti
CELESTINE’s POV‘‘What's the matter here?’’ Julian's voice rang out not too far away, and soon after, the sound of his approaching footsteps could be heard.‘‘Move along… nothing to see here! Get some sleep!’’ I overheard Arnold say something, and then followed by the door slammed shut.When I finally looked up, I saw Cynthia had gotten off the floor and was heading toward the door to lock it.‘‘Hey you! Get the hell out of here!’’ She's not finished yet, but she frowned when she saw that the color was changing from my face and it was becoming more red. ‘‘What is that look that you have on your face?’’‘‘Does everyone in your family always come into your room by doing it in this specific manner?’’ I inquired rather than providing an answer to her question.‘‘Hey! Hold it right there!’’ she said. ‘‘My brother has never entered my room since I was twelve years old. That reminds me, he should never enter my room just now. At most, he came in after knocking and calling out my name a coupl
CELESTINE’s P O V‘‘Mr. Maxwell… I believe you to be the first person who has ever thought that...’’ I said as I began to clean up the mess that had been left on the table.‘‘Celestine… may I ask you why you say that?’’ The old man inquired while giggling to himself. ‘‘You’re a nice woman. If only Arnold weren't going to marry your sister...’’I looked up at him, confused. What does he mean by that?‘‘It's possible that you've picked up on the rumors that are going around about me on various social medias...’’ I stated.‘‘You said it yourself, dear… They are nothing more than rumors. Nobody is able to differentiate between the truth and a lie. What I've seen with my own eyes is not a rumor…’’ he said.And I must admit, his response did catch me off guard a little bit. Evidently, this wealthy man standing in front of me had a mind that was astute and prudent, and he was very skilled in dealing with other people. I wasn’t surprised to learn that he was a very successful businessman, due
CELESTINE’s POV‘‘A-arnold…?’’ I whispered as I looked up at him.I stifled a gasp when he leaned closer to me, fanning my ear with his warm breath, and then whispered something into my ear. ‘‘Do you want to marry Julian?’’After that, he took a step back, and those blue orbs of his, locked onto mine with a strong possessiveness.Because I found it uncomfortable to be looked at by him, I pushed him away with all the strength I could muster. Nevertheless, this stunningly handsome man had a sharp mind. He took hold of my hand and pressed it against his chest, directly on top of his heart.His eyes became piercingly bright all of a sudden, and with a chilly smile on his face, he said in a low baritone... ‘‘You're serious about wanting to marry him, aren't you...?’’I wanted to retrieve my hand but the man grabbed it so tightly that I couldn’t move at all. I stared up into his eyes with a miserable expression.‘‘Mr. Arnold Maxwell… why do you care who I want to marry? What does it have to
CELESTINE’s P O V‘‘Hey! What are you doing?’’ I said it in a commanding tone, carefully controlling my volume in anticipation that another person might overhear us. ‘‘Put me down!’’And at that moment, we heard footsteps coming down the stairs, at which point Arnold quickly hid behind a wall while lowering me to the ground in a controlled manner.‘’I will never let you marry my cousin…’’ he groaned in my ear before pecking my lips and vanishing as he opened a door that was situated beneath the stairwell.‘‘Good morning, Celestine…!’’ I jumped when I heard Julian’s voice, and I looked up to see him at the bottom of the stairs.G-good morning…’’ I responded with a smile while looking down at the ground to hide the redness that was starting to appear on my face as a result of what Arnold had done to me.‘‘Have you eaten your breakfast yet?’’‘‘Nope… Not yet… but I…’’‘‘Julian!’’ Mr. Maxwell suddenly yelled as he emerged from the kitchen. ‘‘Oh… you're still here, Celestine?’’ He appeared
CELESTINE’s P O VAs I walked into the dining room, I noticed that Julian was sitting at the table by himself… eating the bread that I had made.‘‘Celestine…’’ he greeted me with a grin before waving his hand and motioning for me to come closer to him.‘‘Hey… where’s Mr. Maxwell?’’‘‘He went back to their room. He said he’s going to wake up Aunt Olivia…’’ he responded as he took a bite out of the piece of bread in his hand. ‘‘This is so good! The most delicious bread I’ve ever tasted…’’ he said and shoved the last bite into his mouth, then picked another one.‘‘Do they taste that good?’’‘‘Very, very good!’’ he said, half of the bread was only shoved in his mouth, holding it with his teeth, and I couldn’t help but laugh at how he looked. ‘‘C’mon! Have a taste of your delicious bread...’’ He said, picking up another one before pushing the plate in front of me and handing me a glass of cold water.‘‘Okay! I’ll give it a try!’’ I exclaimed, and was about to take a piece of bread from the
CELESTINE’s P O V‘‘Thank you, Mr. Lee, but I’m full…’’ I said with a grin directed towards the middle-aged head chef. ‘‘You don't have to prepare mine…’’Mr. Lee nodded and dashed quickly into the kitchen to start preparing breakfast for Arnold and Leina.‘‘You barely had a bite, Celestine… How can you say you’re full?’’ Julian furrowed his brow as he took another bite of the bread he was holding. ‘‘This is really delicious. How did you learn to make it?’’‘‘Celestine made that bread?’’ The expression of surprise and disdain that could be seen in Leina's eyes became more pronounced.I cocked my head to the side, rested my chin on my hand, and fixed my gaze at Julian with an alluring grin. ‘‘Why do I need to eat when I can look at your handsome face all day long and feel as though I've had enough to eat just by looking at it?’’When Arnold's hand that was holding the coffee suddenly froze, I couldn't help but smile. At the same time… Leina's eyes gave me a murderous gaze. Cynthia slam
CELESTINE’s P O V‘‘What about you, Chloe?’’ I was pulled out of my reverie when I heard Julian speak from the driver’s seat. ‘‘Are you going to transfer school...?’’‘‘I don’t know yet…’’ I responded shortly. Even now, I have no idea how to proceed with my academic pursuits. It's been a week since I last attended my class at the university.‘‘You know, Celestine… I think you’re too young to teach Cynthia…’’ A sudden interruption came from Leina. ‘‘What Mr. Maxwell said the other day was nothing more than a joke; how in the world could you possibly take what he said seriously? Just one night is enough. Don’t make yourself into the butt of some joke…’’While Leina was speaking with me, she appeared to be putting on an act of modesty.‘‘The butt of some joke?’’ I asked. Those were the most underhanded words imaginable.‘‘I second the motion!’’ Cynthia chimed in as she snapped her head to look at us. ‘‘Leina is absolutely right… You’d better go back home and leave me, alone!’’‘‘Okay…’’
JULIAN’s P O VAunt Olivia insisted that Cynthia must first complete her education, and give birth to our child before she allowed us to get married. And I felt worried about Cynthia because I was aware that she was waiting for this moment. Even though she wasn’t voicing it out, I could sense that she was expecting me to propose to her, for us to build our own family, but Auntie asked me not to let Cynthia know about our agreement.After seven months, Cynthia gave birth to a healthy baby boy who she gave the name Mark Julian. And while I was occupied with the expansion of the business that Arnold had requested me to handle, Cynthia continued her studies.Finally, Cynthia graduated and I’ve never been so proud of her. I believed that as a result of all of the things she went through, she got more matured. She never complained about the fact that I did not offer her marriage.When it was time for Cynthia to get her graduation present from me---it’s not exactly a graduation present, but
CYNTHIA's P O VAt this moment, tears were beginning to run down my face. I couldn’t keep them at bay. Now that it was almost certain that I’m losing this baby.I may not know a lot about pregnancy, but I knew that bleeding was a bad sign.As soon as we entered the emergency room, an array of questions and answers ensued, and I answered them to the best of my ability, while my parents and Julian were listening attentively. Julian refused to let go of my hand even when I was wheeled back toward a room and directed to strip for an ultrasound.The nurse stopped Julian when he was about to enter the changing room, insisting that he wanted to help me change into a hospital gown. ‘‘I can help her, Sir. Just stay with her parents outside…’’Julian did not immediately follow the nurse after initially hesitating, but he did so eventually. Soon after, he began to loosen his grip on my hand before leaving completely.My parents sat in a chair along the far right wall, and Julian stood a few feet
CYNTHIA's P O VTWO MONTHS LATERI groaned as I sat up in bed and stretched my arms. A quick look at the clock that was sitting on my nightstand revealed to me that nightfall would arrive sooner. How long have I been dozing off?These past few days, my normal pattern of sleeping has been thrown off. Simply put, I was mentally and emotionally exhausted to the point where I lost track of time because of it. Even though my parents, Arnold, and Celestine regularly checked on me every once in a while, one of the harmful things I'd been doing was spending most of my time alone in my room. This was another habit I'd gotten into.They have been monitoring the media, calling people and giving them orders, as well as discussing the situation with the authorities. They would act wary every time I descended the stairs, as if they didn't want me to hear about those fucked up news again.I never heard from Julian again after that day. I was aware that his wedding took place last month, but none of
CYNTHIA's P O VNothing could have prepared me for the crushing agony I experienced when my mom told me that Julian had departed without even alerting me, or even bidding farewell to me before he flew back to France. Nor could anything have prepared me for the profound sense of loss that caused my heart to tighten, leading me to believe that it was going to cease beating altogether.Even though I was aware, on some level, that he was meant to return and marry her, the fact that he did still hurt. How could he? How, after making love to me? After I had already given him everything? After stroking my hair until I fell asleep? After spending so much time gazing at me with that breathtaking smile? How could he love her and marry her still?There was a painful lump that was lodged in my throat, and it was making it difficult for me to even breathe. In addition to this, I had to fight against my tear ducts in order to keep from crying in front of my family because of him. In total honesty,
CYNTHIA's P O VThe moment the door to the Maxwell villa opened, I was met with a resounding slap across the face from my irate mother.‘‘Aunt Olivia…’’ When she raised her hand to slap me again, Julian attempted to stop her, but she instead hit Julian which caused my eyes to widen in shock.‘‘Don't address me like that, you have no connection to any of us anymore!’’ she said through gritted teeth, a threatening tone was used as she glared at him.It appeared as though everything around me had come to a stop. I blinked back the tears that was on the verge of falling down my cheek. ‘‘Mom…’’Did Arnold tell her about us?‘‘What are your intentions with regard to my daughter?’’ She asked Julian while completely ignoring me. ‘‘Do you intend to take him as your mistress?’’‘‘No, I…’’‘‘There is no future for the two of you, and even if you leave the woman who will soon become your wife, I won't let you have my daughter!’’ And she smacked his face once more, which prompted me to push her aw
CYNTHIA’s P O VJulian grabbed the shower head, turning on the water. He pointed it at me and he made sure to let it pour all over my body, until every inch of me was soaked. ‘‘I’ll take it that it will make you behave…’’‘‘Uhmmm…’’ I agreed mindlessly, not really listening to a single word he uttered, for I was too busy gawking at his dripping wet physique. I could feel my lids becoming heavy, my veins burning under my skin as pure sexual desire course through them.Unwittingly, without even noticing it, I kneeled in front of him, coming face to face with his semi-hard shaft, but before I could even touch it, he grabbed my shoulders firmly. ‘‘Get up before I fuck you again…’’‘‘But I want you to fuck me again…’’ I protested with a pout, still resting on my knees.He chuckled amusedly, lightly shaking his head. ‘‘Come on, Cynthia, we’ve got to go…’’But I didn’t listen, I remained still.Julian decided to bring his arm under my armpits and pick me up against my will, laying small kiss
CYNTHIA’s P O V‘‘Do you think that somebody was listening to us?’’ I inquired anxiously as fear began to course through my veins.Julian gave a dismissive shake of his head before rising to his feet and reaching for the bathrobe that was still hanging on the door of the bathroom. ‘‘No, the rooms are soundproofed. You stay here...’’ he covered himself and left the room.But I couldn’t mind my business in a situation like this. I rolled out of bed and took a fluffy bath towel, wrapping it around my body before following him towards the living area.From the other side of the slightly open door, I could hear a feminine voice. ‘‘Uhmm, Hi… I mean, good morning. I was wondering if you saw Cynthia---’’I rudely pushed Julian out of the way and came face to face with Stef, who let out a sigh of relief upon seeing me.‘‘Oh, Cynthia… I was worried about you!’’I smiled at her and placed a kiss on her cheek. ‘‘Well, as you can see, I’m good…’’ I then stepped closer to her so that she would be a
CYNTHIA’s P O VI completely let myself go, carelessly giving up on trying to hold myself up and completely leaning against his tall, manly frame. ‘‘Oh, fuck…’’ I moaned as I gripped his hair and pulled on it, moving his head and craning my neck so that our lips would touch. I immediately opened my mouth, allowing his tongue to slip inside.Julian added a second finger into my tight canal, starting to thrust harder. ‘‘You’re such a sexy little thing, aren’t you...?’’ he pulled his hand away and brought his fingers which were coated in my juices, to his mouth, sucking them clean before he picked me up and walked back to the bedroom, letting me fall onto the bed, and then followed me immediately.I pushed him down onto the sheets and got on top of him, hovering over his rock hard member. ‘‘Do you want me…?’’ I inquired in a hushed tone as I took both of his hands in mine and placed them on my waist.He nodded with his mouth agape, looking up at me with full of desire and appreciation.‘
JULIAN’s P O VThere was something unbelievably intimate about waking up next to someone, especially when that someone was the one you love.Strips of golden sunlight shone into the room and Cynthia managed to wrap herself around most of my thin sheets.I woke up with my arm lay across her stomach and her head was tucked into my bare chest. We hadn’t bothered dressing ourselves after last night’s events, as we had already seen every inch of each other.Also we were exhausted, that we had drifted to sleep after another heated kiss.Cynthia stirred slightly, which brought me back from recalling what brought us here, and buried her head further into my chest while placing a hand onto my torso.But all of this felt so wrong, since everyone around see us as cousins, and in addition to that, I am already getting married.But then, why did last night feel so right? And why did her touch alone light my body on fire?I knew that my old self would think otherwise, but Cynthia and I couldn’t hap