All Chapters of Pregnant and Jailed: Revenge on my Quadruplet’s Father: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

DAHLIA'S POV My legs hurt, and they are giving in. I can feel the pain everywhere. If I don't stop now, I'll collapse. But I can't. I keep running, away from everything, away from my past. Why did I think things would change? I will always get blamed, I will always be the bad person. They will never accept me. Soon my feelings transit from hurt and pain to anger and frustration. I know I despised them for what they did to me in the past. But deep down I thought things would be different. But I was wrong. I can't keep running anymore, I stop by the reception and look around at all the commotions. My thoughts are all over the place I can't stay here. I push through a door and I continue running down a quiet passageway. After a while my legs give in and I fall to the floor. Then the tears come pouring down like a flood. I don't wipe them, I just let them fall, to remind me of this day and why I need to get my revenge on that family. Even after all these years they still hurt m

CARLTON’S POV Tristan Martinez. I've heard a lot of things about this man, before and after I knew him. Before today, I'd never seen him up close. He always has a dark aura around him. Not that I am scared of him, but I'd prefer not to involve myself with him if he's going to be trouble. But here I am, standing eye to eye with him. He flexes his jaws and I can see the anger in his eyes but he immediately masks it and forces a smile. “Mr. Stewart, good to see you here,” he extends his hand for a shake. I accept the handshake, which is unusually firm and brief. Clearly he isn't very happy to see me here. “I'm sorry about your mom, I wish her a quick recovery,” he adds. I'm not surprised he knows. Dahlia told Sunny so she has probably told him too. Besides, it's all over the internet and the news. Except he lives in a cage there's no way he won't know about it. Since he knows, that probably explains his anger earlier. My father is trying to sue Dahlia for m

Please don’t read the previous chapter 56. That was a mistake and a draft. Carlton pov “Carl—Carlton for fucksakes you are hurting me!” Marigold rambles alongside me as I prodded down the restrooms lobby, dragging her beside me. The rate at which anger stirred in my system as I am gripping her wrist, anyone would think I’m going to slaughter her the moment we finds ourselves behind closed doors and maybe I just might. Marigold had been a pain in the Ass, but with the nonsense she exhibited out there, I’m so done with her antics!!! Did she really has to show up in my class to mess it up!!! Ignoring her all through, I finally arrives at my destination. The washing sink. I turn it on and place marigold fingers underneath it. She wince to the coldness of the water and probably the force I use to dab her fingers under it. Then when the water had washed it clean, I brings out the plaster from my pocket. It has always been there for sake of Accidents like this - even though this o

Dahlia pov As I’m still staring in disbelief at the photo, my memory transcends to about two weeks ago. The day Tristian discharged himself from the ward since according to him, he had business in L.A which was more important than his health. “Tristian, I still think this isn’t a good idea.” I am sitting on Tristian’s bed in place of him. Whining and worrying as he’s busy strapping on his suit jacket hastily. “The Doctor advise that you stay on bed rest for at least two more days.” “Trust me dahlia, I’m hail and vibrant already. Stop worrying about a grown up man like me but I’m flattered by your concern though.” Tristian teases, throwing a playful wink at me which somewhat makes him look cute. But still, I’m not buying his antics. “You may look physically strong but what if the attack comes again?” “Then I’ve got my medicines.” I’m about to argue further but I’m cut off by the creaking sound of the door. Both mine and Tristian’s attention turns to it and we see a strange

Dahlia’s pov, “Here’s the thing, sunny is drunk.” Tristian blurts out. “She had called me few minutes ago, crying and rambling over some stuffs. I was forced to locate her at the bar she was and brought her back. She was, in fact she is in a pretty bad mess. She puked overall the place and all over me. Which obviously explains why I’m shirtless.” He rasps spitefully, turning from the embarrass Tristian he was a while ago to a pissed one now. “Sunny is drunk? Why? What happened? Why did she drink?” I asks before I realize Tristian wouldn’t know all that. So I just walk out of Tristian and enter Sunny’s room. First I’m welcome with a strong stench of alcohol which nauseate me before I manage to walk up to an half-sleepy-drunk looking sunny on the bed. “Sunny? What the hell happened? Just how much did you drink?” I snapped at her. “Tristian?” She called with her voice dragging. She’s lying face down but still If not the effect of alcohol she could recognize me. “Where’s the pack