“Remember when I said I forgive you? Guess what baby, I lied.” ****** Bree had thought that breaking the heart of her boyfriend, Spencer on that rainy evening was the worst day of her life but her cold and manipulative mother proved her wrong by sending her to a psychiatric hospital as a punishment. Finding out that she was pregnant and escaping the hospital, Bree fled the city to somewhere far away to escape the clutches of her controlling mother and become a free bird. When her little one turned three, she innocently asked, “Mommy, where is Daddy?” “Daddy is no more,” she let out the first thing that came to her mind. After five years, Bree returned to the city, this time as an FBI agent and crossing paths so soon with Spencer in an unexpected dire situation was something she never expected. Amid all similarities, the old chirpy vibrant man that she once knew was no more, instead this Spencer was bitter and vengeful. He was hell-bent on making her pay for her decision five years ago. Moreover, how will the morally gray man react when he finds out that they have a child together, especially after his last words to her years ago that still echoed in her ears day and night?
View More“Nary, let go of me,” Bree yelled, her hands wrapping around Nary’s hand on her hair in a futile attempt to yank it off her. “What makes you think you're so useful in anyone’s life,” Nary started, speaking through her teeth, her hands tightening on Bree’s hair in anger. What made her think she could say whatever shit she likes and it would be fine. She'd tried to talk so calmly with her, to put sense in her and get her to do her bidding. But as always, her daughter always proved to be stubborn, she proved that she needed physical force to be able to do anyone’s bidding and she was so ready to give it to her no matter what it took.“I was speaking so calmly so you would listen. Do you think you hold value? You think anyone wants you? Let me tell you, Breanne, people are with you because of their benefit, they will never love you as long as I do. ““You’re the only one who thinks like that, ahh.” Nary’s hold tightened. “Let me speak, kid. Look at your boss at work, he uses you to get
“Oh dear, are you going to watch these people call your mother a psychopath? You know very well how alike we are.”“You and Bree are nothing alike,” Gaspher stepped forward, his index finger pointing at her in a warning. “It hurts that my family decided to have a gathering without me. Do you all hate me that much?” She feigned to be sad, her fingers riding up to her face to wipe her dry tears. Bree rolled her eyes. If it were five years ago, she would have fallen for the woman’s ploy. She would have forgiven her and taken her back. But not anymore, not when she was the devil in her life. She would rather not have a mother at all than have a mother like Nary. A failed mother. And for all she cares, she was not like her, she would never be like Nary Marsden. She loved Ariel with all her heart and would rather die than treat her the same way that her mother did with her. She would rather jump from a six-floor building than traumatize her daughter. Finally stabilizing herself, she step
“You’re here, Bree,” Gaspher greeted as Bree walked into the terrace of Gaspher’s home. She smiled at the evening lights and flowers that made the room shine bright. “This setting is so beautiful. Who arranged this?”“My fiancee. Anyway, where is little Ariel? Did she insist on staying home?” He asked when he looked behind Bree and the child was nowhere in sight. “That can never be Ariel. She follows me wherever I go, sticking to me like a magnet.” Just then, Ariel ran into the terrace. “Oh, she's here.”“Uncle Gaspher.” She ran into his embrace. “Our little mermaid. How are you?”“Uncle, I'm fine.”“I can see that. Plus you look super pretty in this pigtail. Super cutee…” His laughter died down when his eyes fell on the tall man who came to stand beside Bree, his hands buried in his pocket as he stared around, uninterested. The awkward silence broke as Ariel squealed and jumped to her grandfather who just arrived beside Gaspher.“Grandpa, you look younger than the last time we saw
Was she in hell? Perhaps for all the sins she committed in the world? Her whole body was fucking sore, her head pounding like she was hit with a hockey stick. Bree’s eyes slowly fluttered open, flinching at the light. Her hands touched the other side of the bed expecting to touch the hard body of the man who owned her body the previous night only to touch the cold surface of the bed. She suddenly stood up, eyes on everywhere in the room hoping to find him but he was nowhere in sight. Her eyes fell on her naked self. Last night, he’d taken her like it was his last. Their bodies had fit in perfectly and she thought they might die together. Running her hands through the purplish bruise on her breasts and neck, she smiled, the memories of the previous night washing over her like a wave. Once, twice, thrice, Spencer had taken her, whispering sweet nothings into her ears, promising her the world. Finally, they were fine. They would finally return to couples that they were years ago before
“You know we can’t stop once we start right?” He broke away from the kiss to stare into her eyes. Without a word, she ran her hands through his arms before throwing his shirt off him, her hands running through his chest. Like she expected, he was a lot more muscular and broad than five years ago. His body was so hard and glistening that she couldn’t resist the urge to run her hands through it. “I don’t want us to stop.” She sealed her fate. His lips returned back to hers, kissing her with reckless abandon. His hand was on her hair while the other moved to unbuttoned her pyjamas shirt, pulling it off her revealing her plump breasts to him. “Fuck, I’ve missed this.” He parted from her already swollen lips, his lips clamping on her nipples causing her back to arch from the bed as a moan fell off her lips. “You have to be quiet, love,” he whispered into her ears. “We don’t want to wake Ariel up.” She was right in the next room. He returned his attention to her breast, sucking on it li
“Mommy, you’re drinking so much,” Ariel warned, her eyes staring at the empty bottles as they sat astride each other at the dining table. While she was having a glass of juice, her Mommy was having bottles of beer. “Mommy, drinking is bad.” “It’s just tea.” Ariel gasped. “Mommy must think I’m two years old. I know what that is.” Bree raised her eyes to stare at her daughter in disbelief. “You don’t. How would you know? It's not like you've tasted it before.” “I’ve seen so many people in the streets drinking this. It is beer and alcoholic. But what if… what if.” Her eyes widened. “What if Mommy becomes one of those men on the streets who act like they’re walking on ice? That would be so bad. “Don’t say things like that, Ari. It’s just drinking. Besides, I’m home. Nothing like that is going to happen.” Saying that she gulped the glass of beer and let out a tiny gasp. Usually, she wouldn’t drink in front of the child but she didn’t even know how it started. From a bottle to two an
“Ughh,” Bree groaned, turning on the comfortable bed, her back slightly bruised. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, accessing her surroundings. Her eyes widened immediately as memories flooded in her head. She sat up from the bed in haste, frantically scanning the room for any sign of the cruel man who had locked her up in the bathroom the night before. It wasn’t a pleasant memory at all. After she got tired from banging on the door and disturbing his sleep, she realized how cruel he became that he let her sleep in the bathroom. She’d slumped on the floor, grumbling for minutes until the arms of sleep finally carried her away. But if that was the case, how did she wake up tucked in the bed, sleeping comfortably? If it wasn’t for the dull ache on her neck for sleeping improperly, she would have called it all a dream. Before she could piece together the fragments of her thought, the door of the room slowly creaked open, and slow deliberate footsteps echoed in the silent room. “You. H
“What are you saying?”“What are you saying?”They asked in unison. Ignoring the awkward moment, Bree cleared her throat. As they both bent down to hear the words of the child clearly, their heads collided, their lips brushing against each other. Bree’s eyes widened as they both froze, their lips on each other. The electrifying feeling traveled from her lips to her spine, goosebumps forming on her skin from her first kiss in years. She felt his lips move on hers, his tongue invading her mouth. “Mommy? Daddy?” They immediately broke away at the call of the child. Bree pushed him aside so that there was a good distance between them, a blush creeping up her cheek. “Ariel, you’re a…awake.” Her heartbeat increased at the child’s knowing stare, her conscience ringing in her head that she did something inappropriate, something she wasn’t supposed to do. “How are you feeling?” Surprisingly, Spencer quickly composed himself unlike Bree, his expression returning to normal like his lips were
Two days later, Ariel was discharged from the hospital to receive home care from her parents. For the past two days, they have refused to leave her side even for a minute. They hovered around her, every second was spent asking her if she was okay, their faces each time laced with worry. “Mommy, Daddy.” Ariel chanted repeatedly as she caressed their hands. The three of them sat huddled on Ariel's small bed, the child in between her parents as she held their hands, their attention solely on her. Her eyes sparkled in joy at the undivided attention of both her parents.In the past, it has always been her mother showering love and attention on her, taking care of her in times of sickness and need. But now, her father was around. Her parents were together and she could now brag about it like every other kid out there. There was now her Daddy to protect both her Mommy and herself. “You want something, baby?” Bree asked, her voice dripping with honey. “Mommy, Ariel is hungry.”“You are al
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