It was becoming to get late by the head of shopping, when the dress part was settled and done, we opted to get other things just to extend the fun time we were having. I offer for Milly to come with me back to my store because I had just the perfect accessory that will go just right with her dress. I think of it as her going to prom instead of the marriage of the man that I am in love with. Milly blurted out by mistake that the theme of the wedding Scarlett choose was to be like an elegant ball like in the 70s and that is just another word for extravagant. We head to my store and I do not take too long to find the box containing the matching pair of accessory I was looking for. I hand it over to Milly and watch her pull it open. Milly gasps at the shine of the diamond hidden in the box and the she looks to me unsure. “Oh my gosh, are you sure?” Milly asks me still surprised. “This must cost a lot, I cannot possibly take it.” The tells me and I huff at her words. “Consider
The confusion on Ryan's face doesn't disappear even after Milly's explanation. The look on his face tells me that Milly is rarely ever really excited like this and that she has no friends often. Isabella watches on with annoyance written all over her face. Her child was happy, should that not be the conclusion of the matter, what she care if her child smiled at the very woman she probably hated the most, what should matter should be that her child was happily and freely smiling without anything holding her back. Isabella walks up to Milly, dragging her away from me like I was virus she needed to get her child away from. I refrain from openly rolling my eyes at her ridiculousness. “Goodnight Milly.” I smile at her turning to glance at Ryan, giving him enough hint to let go of my waist. I was busy having an entire eye contact conversation with Ryan, an aggressive one at that when the last voice I wanted to hear for today screeches at me. “Ana?” Bianca screeches, I heard her b
“I'm leaving.” I announce standing up to go, Scarlett races towards me in seconds and I watch her in scrutiny trying to figure out. I had expected her to drop the act by now but she was still desperately holding on to it. She has shown and said everything she needed me to know in this last hour I have listening to her speak on mute. If I didn't fully listen, atleast I heard the summary of it all. “The best part is yet to come Ana, it's your brothers wedding tomorrow, why are you in such a hurry.” Scarlett says sweetly, way too sweetly, that was the indication to know that she was definitely up to no good together with this much act she has put into getting under my skin. Unfortunately for her, I was too used to all of this to be affected by their games anymore. I was trying to save her marriage here. Even if Maxwell was no longer in love with me. Finding me pregnant with the same child I had told him I aborted would either out her wedding or hold or cause chaos through the
“I told you, I’m leaving,” I repeat, more firmly this time, and start heading for the door. Scarlett moves quickly, grabbing my arm.“Wait, Ana, please don’t go like this.” Her voice is drenched in sweetness, but I can see right through it. She’s trying to keep me here, but I won’t give her the satisfaction.I pull my arm free and take a deep breath, my patience wearing thin. “I need to rest,” I say again, this time with more finality. My heart races, not just from the confrontation but from the growing need to avoid Maxwell. I can’t let him see me like this. I don’t want him to know about the baby—not now, not ever.Scarlett smiles, but it’s laced with something cruel. “Are you sure you want to leave before your brother’s big day? You wouldn’t want to miss the wedding, would you?”I narrow my eyes at her. She knows exactly what she’s doing, pushing all the right buttons to make me stay. But I can’t, not when every second here is like a ticking time bomb. If Maxwell sees me, if he rea
“What do you want to talk about?” I ask Maxwell the moment I get into a seperate room with himanxiously. I rub my palm together urging him to hurry up and for me to be quickly out of here.“I'm sorry I didn't bother to come see you after the incident the last time.” Maxwell tells me lookingequally nervous.My brows crease at him, was this why he wanted to see me?“It's fine, I don't blame you, I will get going now if that's all.” I tell Maxwell, hanging my bag in front ofmy belly tightly.“why did you really abandon me?” Maxwell asks me and I stop right in my tracks.“I told you.” I say to him, rehearsing my words carefully. “I realized we were both not meant to be, Ryanis the perfect man for me.” I tell Ryan, not turning to look at me.“Was that why you made sure to eliminate my child too?” Maxwell says and even without looking at him,I can feel the rising anger in his voice and the higher suffocating tension that begin to fill the room up.I have no idea what he hoped by bringi
I fall to the ground breathing so hard and holding back tears, I do not deserve to cry. I continue to whisper to myself.I get up to leave, feeling so suffocated in the room, I stagger to my feet to leave the room.The hallway is empty as I head upstairs, I wipe my eyes and sniffles, this was good, I could sneak out without encountering anyone on my way out.I head out the hallway, I walk dizzily out the apartment that Scarlett dragged me into, I get to the corner, about to burst out outside to all the loud cheers and laughter that I could hear all the way from hallwaywhen someone drags me from behind. It all happened too fast and in seconds I'm thrown onto the ground and I hear the clicking sound of a door being locked.I raise my head from the floor with a groan, I check the pain on my head and I know that's going to bruise by tomorrow, I look around me and the room I have been thrown into looks like the janitors closet in highschool.What the fuck?My eyes try to find the door, ev
I have lost count of the time of the day, I have no idea what time it is, my phone battery had gone off before I had arrived her with Milly last night so I couldn't call anyone and even if I could call someone, who do I call? I lay on the floor feeling more miserable than ever and wallowing in my disgusting self pity. From my guess, it would be late late noon by now from the low glow coming through the tiny window hole. The clicking of the door pulling open fills the room and the sound of a pretentious gasp fills my ears and I ignore it. I do not move an inch, trying to gather my stuff muscles from laying on the cold floor for too long. “Oh my God, what are you doing in here? Have you been in here all along.?” Bianca's loud voice reaches my ears and I gather myself from the floor. Staggering to my feet, my entire back ached and the ache was worse now standing up than I anticipated it to be while laying down all night. I rub my belly to assure my unsettled baby that everything was a
Beatrice watches me in confusion and as though realization hits her, fear overtakes her features. “You have no idea?” Beatrice asks and I hesitate before giving her an answer, deciding to be honest, I had no intention of deceiving Beatrice to getting my way. I shake my head at Beatrice, “Idea about what?” I ask her her more than curious to know. “I will get killed if I say anything to you without permission Ana.” Beatrice tells me in fear looking so helpless. “What do you mean you will get killed?” I ask Beatrice, my heart racing hard. “I will get my head cut off Ana.” Beatrice says standing up anxiously, the air around the room begin to get tense. “What do you mean you will get killed, what is that about?” I ask her, equally anxious and tense. This could not all be real in any form or way. I decide to ask her the one other question that has been bothering, the name I could not seem. to forget. “Dominic Garcia, do you know anything about Dominic Garcia?” I ask Beatrice. If I th