I don’t even know how long I cried for that night but then I eventually passed outI was awoken by the sound of Beatrice gasping in surprise as she saw me, still laying in the same position Ryan had left me after he raped me“Oh my God what happened ?” she asked but it was quite apparent from her facial expression that she already deduced what had happened to me.Without waiting for my answer she helped me up and took me straight to the bathroom where she gave me a bath and administered some first aid to meAll I did was sit there like a husk of my own self staring at my reflection in the mirror as she tried her best to help me.My face was completely battered with bruising and little cuts from his ring as he slapped me, I couldn’t even recognize myself and I doubt anyone who knew me would be able to either.My eyes were also so swollen from my excessive cryingI looked like I had been in a terrible car accident, but this accident didn’t involve any car, just my dear husband.After sh
We laid in my bed tangled in each other embrace, our bodies completely spent.My mind was running a hundred and ten thoughts at a time.Why was my life so complicated? Was one of many question that kept churning in my head.Why wasn’t it easy ?Am I being punished for killing someone in self defense?Frankly I was still trying to fully understand the situation I was in, I was blackmailed into being married to someone I didn’t know by my mother, while I was in love and even pregnant for my step brother, after being raped and being beaten to a pulp by my husband I was nursed back to health and now just had sex with the man I called Dad, my step father.I think having sex with my step father was me trying to unconsciously get back at my mother.I’m I tempting faith but honestly I don’t think my life can not get anymore complicated and fucked up as it already it hell I don’t even fully understand what’s going on.My life was an enigma even to me.As I tried to get up Mr Jaxon gave me a kis
Maxwell's face turned pale, and I could see the anger building up in his eyes. He took a deep breath, trying to keep his cool. Without saying another word, he walked over to the fridge in his room, opened it, and took out a bottle of water.He unscrewed the cap with a swift, almost violent motion and brought the bottle to his lips, gulping the water down his throat in large, hurried swallows.I stood there, watching him, my heart pounding in my chest.The silence between us was thick and heavy. Maxwell finished drinking the water and tossed the empty bottle into the trash can. He walked over to the sofa and sank into it, his eyes fixed on the TV. He picked up the remote and turned it on, flipping through the channels as if we hadn't just had a life-changing conversation."Max, please talk to me," I pleaded, my voice trembling.He didn't respond, his eyes glued to the screen. The flickering images from the TV reflected in his eyes, but I could tell his mind was somewhere else.I could
Maxwell was about to say something when my mother, Bianca, came into the sitting room. "What is going on?" she asked, her voice sharp."Nothing, Mum," I said quickly, trying to clean whatever tears I had on my face."You both have started fighting again. Don’t you know you both are siblings?" she said, her tone accusing.I just ignored her, even as she spoke. "See her speaking as though she cares," I thought to myself. Meanwhile, Maxwell formed a fake smile and said, "We're cool, Bianca. Nothing's wrong between us."Bianca narrowed her eyes, clearly unconvinced. "It doesn’t look like nothing. Anastasia, your face is red from crying.""I’m fine, Mum," I insisted, trying to sound firm. "Just a bit emotional, that's all.""Emotional about what?" she pressed, crossing her arms. "Maxwell, what did you do?""I didn’t do anything," Maxwell said, still trying to keep the peace. "We were just talking about some... personal matters.""Personal matters?" Bianca repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Wha
axwell didn't answer her. He just rushed out of the house, carrying me to his car. I knew I was still conscious, but I was already passing out as everything started becoming dark."Hey, hey, stay with me," Maxwell said, trying to keep me awake. He gently placed me in the back seat. I fell like a bag of salt, too weak to say anything. He quickly closed the door and drove out of the compound.As we sped down the road, Maxwell kept glancing back at me."Hang in there, Ana. We're almost there," he said.I could hear the worry in his voice, but I couldn't muster the strength to respond. My vision blurred, and I felt myself slipping in and out of consciousness."Stay with me, Ana. Just a little longer," Maxwell urged.The sound of the car engine and the hum of the tires on the road were the only things keeping me tethered to reality. I focused on Maxwell's voice, using it as a lifeline."We're here," Maxwell said, pulling into the hospital parking lot.He quickly got out of the car and rush
I woke up feeling incredibly dehydrated. My mouth was dry, and I felt weak all over. I could barely move, and my head pounded with a dull ache. As I tried to gather my thoughts, a nurse walked up to me, her face kind and concerned."Are you okay?" she asked, her voice gentle."I... I think so," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "Just really thirsty and weak."The nurse nodded and handed me a glass of water. "Here, drink this. It'll help."I took the glass and drank greedily, the cool water soothing my parched throat. After a few sips, I felt a little better. "Thank you," I said, handing the empty glass back to her."You're welcome," she said with a smile. "Is there anything else you need?"I nodded. "Have you seen Maxwell?""Maxwell?" she asked, looking puzzled. "Who is Maxwell?""He's my brother," I said, trying to sit up a bit more. "Tall, dark hair, always looks worried."The nurse thought for a moment. "Oh, yes, I remember him. He was here earlier.""Where is he now?" I
“She’s good, she will be here any moment from now”, he said.Suddenly, I noticed something unusual. Despite the tense conversation, Maxwell was smiling. His grin was so wide, it seemed out of place. "What is it?" I asked, surprised by his sudden shift in mood. "Why are you smiling?"Maxwell's smile grew even wider. "Guess what it is, love."I looked at him, puzzled. "Tell me, please," I said, my voice soft, trying to coax the answer out of him. "You know I'm not good at guessing.""Just guess, babe," he said, leaning down to kiss my forehead. I loved it when he did that; it was sweet and comforting, and it always made me feel special."Okay, okay," I said, thinking hard. "Hmm... what could it be?" I looked at his face, trying to read any clues."Come on, try, baby," he urged, his eyes twinkling with amusement.I took a deep breath. "Did you get a new job?" I guessed.Maxwell shook his head, his smile never fading. "Nope, try again."I frowned, thinking harder. "Did you buy something n
They both turned to look at me, tension crackling in the air."Please, just leave," I said, my voice strained. "You're both giving me a headache."Maxwell shot Ryan a deep, penetrating gaze, and Ryan returned it with equal intensity. Without another word, they both stormed out of the ward, slamming the door behind them.I slumped back against the pillows, feeling the weight of the situation crash down on me. "God, I'm in a mess," I whispered to myself as tears began to flow. "What have I gotten myself into?"I glanced around the sterile hospital room, the beeping of the monitors the only sound breaking the silence. How was I supposed to control this situation? Ryan and Maxwell were at each other's throats, and they had no idea that Mr. Jaxon, Maxwell's father, was also in the picture.The thought made my stomach churn. "God, I'm a mess," I repeated, the tears streaming down my face. "How will I manage this?"Married to Ryan, pregnant with Maxwell's child, and having a forbidden relati