All Chapters of Love And Tales: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

RAYMOND POV I woke up with sweat all over my body as my heart was racing so fast due to a nightmare I had just encountered. This was just one of the many nights where I had to struggle with the thoughts from that very night. All I see whenever I shut my eyes is blood gushing out of her mouth. 24 months have passed and I have constantly lived as a shadow of myself like one without purpose. The events of that night still haunt me, and the memories still linger. This was the price I had to pay for not hiding her words that night. Perhaps if we stayed home that day and had our movie date as Jasmine suggested she would have been with me right now. The heavens should have taken me in place of her rather than keeping me here to torment me with memories from that night. I tried to shake off the lingering effect of Jasmine’s death as I stumbled out of bed and made my way into the shower. I splashed water on my face hoping that the cold water could ease my racing tho

Raymond's POV I burst into the room, anger evident in my facial expression. My father, seated on the couch with a cup of whiskey, looked at me, his face pale and free from all emotions. “ You can't do this to me, Dad. You just can't!” I yelled in anger. “ I know you think I am irresponsible, but forcing me into marriage and choosing a bride for me without my consent? That's unfair!” My father's eyes narrowed and he put his drink on the table. “ The last time I checked, I never sought the opinion of an irresponsible child. Never in my life have I reduced myself to debating with irresponsible people. Just do whatever I instruct. Don't ever question or challenge me.” he replied, rolling his eyes. “ You're doing this for your selfish interest! What did you promise the godforsaken bride? A house? At times I wonder if I'm truly your son.” My rage was boiling and threatening to spill. I had to keep it in check. “ Let me burst the bubbles, Raymond. Y

ELENA’S POVAs the first glow of dawn came in through the curtains, a wave of nausea hit me like a tonne of bricks. For some time now my morning sickness had become an unwanted companion, a relentless force determined to disrupt my day. The harshness was beyond my expectations, as I had never experienced such discomfort before. No matter how much I tried to avoid it I had a continual reminder that a new life was developing within me.Every breakfast seemed like a battle, a fight to keep my meal down. My stomach always cramps in protest, as I struggle to keep eating just to give my baby something to munch on. In times like these the very thought of food caused my stomach to twist and spin, and my mouth watered with the possibility of vomiting. Even the smell of my favorite oven-fried chicken brewing in the kitchen made me flee to the protection of the wash basin.My morning sickness symptoms extended beyond nausea. Even after a full day's sleep, I would feel exhausted. As the days

Elena go upstairs, you aren't moving an inch out of this house” Mary! Sabatine!. “Move these bags upstairs right now”. Said my dad as he walked from the garden to the sitting room where I was standing.You don't have any moral justification to throw your wife out. Yes, your wife because Elena is your wife and she must be treated as such. Honey, I didn't expect this attitude from you. You are a woman you should know better. Elena is a member of this family and that child is a ‘‘Lawrence’’. The earlier you accept It the better for everyone. Dad’s face fell with disappointment as he walked out of the sitting room. Knowing who my dad was, I expected him to kick her out without blinking an eye. But why is he on Elena’s side? Why is he protecting her? My mind wondered.As he made his points clear my mom and I gazed at each other in confusion. It was obvious that he meant every bit of what he said. Still in shock, I sat down on the sofa to process the shocking news that I just heard m

ELENA’S POVMy marriage with Raymond has become a real puzzle since the discovery of my gestational age. My once close bond with Mrs Lawrence has turned sour, and now she acts like I don't exist. Nobody seems to care about me or my feelings, but thankfully my father-in-law and Mary treat me with the love that I desire.My stepmother and step-sister have never stopped by to say hi, and they never check in on me. Anytime I try to visit, I'm always stopped by one of the new stewards who politely tells me that they are busy at the moment or they aren't at home.The last time I heard my stepmother's voice was when Mrs Lawrence called about my pregnancy. And my dad, well he calls but it's not as often as I'd want him to. Our conversations are always short, and it feels like he is always rushing to get back to work.Raymond, my supposed husband, does nothing to make the situation better. All he does now is come home drunk and mess around with women.Even though Doctor Lucas and his parents