“Oh God,” I mutter to myself when I suddenly feel a hard push on my abdomen.“You have got to be kidding me.” I whisper to myself when I feel water underneath my thighs.What was happening? Panic suddenly filled my every pore. I felt more fear than I did the overwhelmingpain in my very gut.I needed help and fast, the baby was coming. I groan out loud and try to push myself up when another bultof pain decided to rack through my body.“Ana? Ana!!” I hear screams of my name coming from outside of the house, my already pulsing heartnearly stopped the moment I recognized who the voice belonged to.“Maxwell.” I whisper to myself, too weak to speak any louder.“Ana.” Loud footsteps march past the open wide doors and a disheveled looking Maxwell stands directlyin front of me.Confusion takes over his features first and then shock as his eyes access the situation and mess in theroom and then fear as he watches me bleeding out on the floor.“Ana?” He calls running towards me. “What happen
“I'm so sorry Anastasia.” I hear Maxwell whisper, still not looking at me but I can see the glistening oftears in his eyes. “You might never forgive me but I'm so sorry Ana, I should have known you wouldn'thave done something like that, I should have trusted you.” Maxwell says and I wanted nothing more thanto be in his arms in these times.“No, I lied, you were in pain and you were being manipulated.” I say, I was hurt and I wasn't about to healanytime soon but Maxwell was as much as a victim in this, I have no idea how he must have felt all thetime he spent thinking the woman he loved killed his child.1“Thank you so much Ana, he's the greatest gift and redemption.” Maxwell says sniffling so hard.I hold my hand out towards him. “Come here.” I whisper, my own eyes glistening with tears.Maxwell slowly walks towards me like he was carrying the whole world on his shoulders. He kneels infront of me.I hold his broad shoulders closer to me and Maxwell looks like a child whose guil
I sat at the dinner table, surrounded by the savory aroma of various dishes meticulously arranged by my mom. Mr. Jaxon Harrington, my stepfather, always insisted on these morning feasts, and my mom always prepared them.We sat together, everyone looking joyful and happy. At least, that's what we all thought.Maxwell, my stepbrother, occupied the seat opposite mine. His presence was all that kept me sitting on the dining table, and I couldn't help but notice him.Our legs danced beneath the table; his toes were kind of ticklish even as he used them to caress my legs. Avoiding eye contact became increasingly difficult, even as we giggled silently and smiled at each other.“The food is really nice," Mr. Jaxon said, even as he looked at my mom with a big smile on his face."Thanks, baby," my mom said, even as she blew him a kiss.“Love birds," I said under my breath, thinking no one heard me.“I heard that,” my mom said, even as Mr. Jaxon laughed.Suddenly, Mr. Jaxon asked. "So, Elara,
I strode into the kitchen, determined to catch up with Maxwell. "Maxwell!" I called out, but he ignored me, continuing to walk away.Increasing my pace, I shouted even louder, "Maxwell!!" He halted instantly, just in front of the kitchen.As he stopped, so did I. "Are you avoiding me?" I asked.Maxwell turned to face me, responding, "Is that why you've been shouting my name?"Frustrated, I threw my hands in the air, exclaiming, "Oh... So you heard me."His response came with a sarcastic smile, "Did you expect me to clap for you and your new boyfriend?"I shot back instantly because I could sense what game he was trying to play, "Is that why you're inviting Evelyn?"He looked at me, challenging, and retorted, "You didn't answer my question!"I realized he was raising his voice and we weren't far from the dining. "Bring your voice down Maxwell, you're shouting, mum and dad aren't far from us, they could hear us," I said."That didn't seem to bother you while you were yelling my name rig
I lay on my bed, tears streaming down my face as I was filled with resentment towards my mother. Her devilish nature and manipulative ways made me despise her more with each passing day.The memory of Matteo, our former gardener, still lingered in my mind. I recalled the day vividly, the events that transpired, and the consequences that followed.Tomorrow was my graduation day, a milestone I had been eagerly anticipating for freedom. However, Bianca had other plans, and I vehemently rejected them.My heart belonged to my stepbrother, Maxwell, and I yearned for escape from my mother's manipulations.Lost in thought, the alarm pierced the night's silence, and I silenced it, checking the time – 1 am. That was the exact time I always sneaked to Maxwell's room.Tonight, after my distressing conversation with Bianca, I needed it more than ever.I stood up, wearing my red nightgown, as usual, with nothing underneath – that was exactly how Maxwell loved it.Wiping away my tears, I approached
"Elara Harrington, congratulations on your outstanding achievement!"I was lost in thought about the previous night, oblivious to my name being called out. My mind was still consumed by the conversation my mother had with Maxwell, and it pained me not knowing the details.Last night's security check around the compound had made me rush back to my room. If I hadn't hurried to my room with my nightclothes in hand, we would have been exposed. So, I didn't get to hear the entire conversation my mother had with my stepbrother about me."Elara Harrington!" I was called again.Bianca tapped me and yelled, "Elara!"That's when I snapped back to reality. Looking around, everyone was clapping. I quickly stood up with a smile as I rushed up to collect my diploma. My stepfather, my stepmother, and my mother joined me on stage.After receiving my diploma, I was about to step down when Bianca whispered, "Let's stay for a family photo."I sighed; Bianca loved being in the spotlight. We all stayed on
I felt the blood completely drain from my body as I thought of the possibility of me being pregnant for Maxwell. I rechecked my phone calendar to confirm my calculations. “FUCK!!!!!!.....”, it was correct, I immediately fell to the floor, it was officially the worst day of my life, I always thought the day my father dies was the worst day of my life but honestly it can’t even hold a candle to today.Just in one day I graduated, got practically forced into an engagement with someone I barely know, broke the heart of someone I loved, and now finding out I might be pregnant for him. “I’m so fucked…”.My mind could not even processes what was happening at the moment, my brain completely went blank, all I knew was that I was royally fucked. I cried my eyes out on the bathroom floors, my phone kept ringing, my mother was obviously looking for me probably to flaunt her graduate and now engaged daughter, what a great day it must be for her, I thought with a bitter laugh, I’m sure she’s look
Royalty was a fancy restaurant for the crème de la crème, from what I heard it took a whole 6 months to get a reservation at the back tables of the restaurant, but here I was sitting with this cheating bastard bragging about how he got window seat reservations in under 2 days, money was truly a luxury.Honestly if he didn’t irritate me so much I’d actually be impressed. The way Ryan was grinning at me while he told the waiter our order made me feel sick to my stomach.Frankly, I didn’t believe it was possible for someone to irritate me so, maybe it’s because I was pregnant.But truly I was still hurt by what I saw, I felt like stabbing him with the beautiful cutlery of the Royalty restaurant, but I didn’t think the head Chef would be pleased to hear about it.“Anastasia, you look exceptionally beautiful today, I can’t believe we’re few weeks away from getting married” Ryan said with a smile as he reached across the table to hold my hand.If I didn’t see him making out with another wo