Sitting alone in the dark room with only the shadows of the night lingering around me, I could feel slowly sinking into the bottom of my soul, a feeling of desperation. My gaze fixed on Adrian's, I saw the reflection of all the emotions in his eyes-a sudden conflux of angry determination while being sad."It's my stepdad, baby," I said, my voice barely there. "Murdering him isn't the answer, I guess." Adrian narrowed his eyes slightly, clenched his jaw with frustration. I guessed he was thinking back at his mother, of how she had suffered at the hands of my stepdad.Still, I also knew Adrian was the kind of person whose arguments were neither diverted nor affected, thus he would see sense in what I was saying. "Okay, my love," I continued, "let's kidnap him instead. He can vomit all the money he took from your mother." Adrian's expression changed; there was light in his eyes, a glint of excitement."Yes, you're right," he said, voice ringing full with conviction. "But we need to get d
As Adrian spun his web of lies, his words took on an almost convincing quality, subtly directing Samuel's emotions. "Okay, sir, you can come to the house," he said. "Jenny is not here; she has gone. I have thrown her out of my home, I have divorced her. The marriage is over." Each devious fabrication flowed from his mouth with the utmost ease to further entrap Samuel into his schemes.I stood there transfixed, watching as Adrian continued to add fuel to the fire, his words conjuring up malicious delight. He whispered toward me, "Add more pepper, so Samuel's mind has a sweetness," forming a grin across his face. Samuel, responding without delay, "Okay, I am on my way," and the line had cut off.I got to my feet, moving in careful procession, still trying to comprehend the events playing out in front of me. "Baby, let me make something; I'm starving," I said to Adrian, almost inaudibly. But before I could move an inch forward, there was a sudden ring on Adrian's phone, breaking the sile
Ever so slowly, I woke up. My eyes opened more and I looked around the room, my pupils dilating in search of any sign of the cryptic presence. My eyes went on and looked for every intricacy, every shadow cast within this small space. No one was there. The room was empty, the silence suffocating.An even bigger sigh escaped me, and I sagged my shoulders in defeat and continued feeling around the area. I turned my gaze here and there, hunting for some vague clue, some hint of what might have happened. And then, my eyes fixed on the safe box. It was locked, the padlock glinted in the dim light, and there I stood, hands static on waist while my mind raced with wild ideas.Suddenly, I had a burst of inspiration so that I was unable to complete the thought. I dashed down the stairs. Then I hurried to the storage room and rummaged among the boxes to find a hammer. I was going to open this safe box and discover the secrets within. My heart raced in anticipation, and I was very alert as I sear
As I stood there, a heart thrumming with fear, suddenly I was up, swift and deliberate. I grabbed the papers, hands closing like a vice around them, and turned to make a hasty retreat without batting an eye. I ran the distance from the back yard, feet pounding the earth, ringing my breath in ragged gasps. But despite the urgency of the situation, I moved quietly, muffled footsteps on the soft earth.As I walked, stretching out my ears, for any signs of Samuel, I heard it-all that came down-came home; thunderous footsteps boom, sounding like a dim echo across the skies." "Someone has been in this room," he growled, his resonance low and menacing. I realized I would have to be quick-thinking to be able to extricate myself from his hideout. My mind racing, I approached the gate with my eyes torn, searching for possibly desperate means of exit.But thus I was beside myself with misery when I thought that it would be, else, if it were locked. There were columns of metallic bars. I didn't h
In my frozen state, as if awakening from a sleep almost too deep to describe, a voice exploded into the starlight darkness with the command "Look at me." The deep, soft tone was a gentle command, echoing through my numb heart to my aching bones. So starkly cold and numb was I that it felt as though my only option was to obey that voice, to look towards the person addressing me. I slowly opened my eyelids, affording a half-hearted gaze at the figure before me.The more I engaged my eyes in the search for contours, the more my heart began to skip. So it was not Samuel, as I had been anticipating; it was Mr. Toby, his stony face lined now with age and concern. His grey hair-framed face, formerly dark brown, told me, alas, that time was passing. In bewilderment, I stood before him with questions racing through my mind.Mr. Toby had not just been my friend; he was like an uncle, a surrogate father figure for my upbringing. He had been our gatekeeper, the one keeping an eye on us, us being
Adrian's hands slowly pulled out the disc player, his gaze unwaveringly set on me with determination. "Baby, let me play this so we can see everything with our eyes," he said softly, gently.As soon as it started playing, the screen came alive with a ghostly light as if to say the video had been started. Instead of the clean crisp images we had imagined, the video was blurry, with only vague outlines to visualize the faces of the people. Adrian's brow furrowed, his eyes narrowing further in disappointment as he realized that the file was corrupted. He moved his hands instinctively towards his phone, fingers tracing the edges of the screen as though it were a matter of life and death."I think this file is corrupt," he exclaimed, and with a nod turned towards me, showing by his expression that he understood that. I was too far gone for any consolation. To imagine my mom suffering at the hands of Samuel was no mean feat. A tsunami washing ashore engulfed me with emotions. The air thicke
The sensations almost overwhelmed me. The sheer mixture of his tongue and fingers began to push me over the edge. I could almost feel the orgasm building; my body began to tense in anticipation. Then, he just pushed it further. His tongue probed deeper, and his fingers stroked that magic little point that made my toes curl. I cried out as the orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, my body quaking under the impact.Adrian never did stop; his tongue continued to assault me while drawing out my orgasm to the point where I was just a jelly mess. Eventually, he pulled away with a smirk. "I enjoy making you cum," he said, ambiguous in his voice, mixing satisfaction and arousal.In a trembling, half-inebriate haze, I reached out for him; my fingers barely slid over his belt as I tried to hurry things. I slid down his pants and stroked him, going faster and faster until he was fully erect. I licked my lips and caught his gaze as I lowered my mouth slowly on him.He groaned when I took him in, and h
The next thing I knew, I was taking very slow, calculated steps to the sitting room in a bid not to alert Adrian about the storm brewing inside me. Each foot into this room, time seemed to swallow me in; underfoot, the floor trembled, as if poised to sink me and swallow me whole. I fell into a small chair and burst into a storm of sobs, burying my face between my palms. Gushes of tears which seemed to form a river of pain flowed down my cheeks, each drop a sore reminder of failure; and each sob bore witness to my agony.The very chair seemed to embrace me, its insufficient cushions replacing real comfort. I felt slaughtered, my emotions raw and naked, crying for what seemed forever, with my heart broken into a zillion pieces. Everything around me grew dim, shriveling upon the sound of my hitching breath and the feeling of tears streaming down my face. Alone in utter terror and despair, I truly was, with no lifeline in sight.The road to the wardrobe was one marked with a dulled purpos
JENNY PIVMy screams cupped their ears with my own? I felt as though slipping off her control, being drowned in an abyss of excruciation. In an out-of-focus view, Adrian was leaning towards me in, eyes staring at me with such burning intensity of concern. His "What is going on?" sounded firm but buried in the undertones of fear, almost as though a threat to his self-control amid my torment. As if the pain refused to let me say anything, anything to his question, with the moment slowly refining into a blur.Adrian's hands held my powerless body, soothing me, but it didn't work; there was no soothing to be found. All I could feel was pain - pain so great, so consuming, so enormous. I felt like I was becoming lost, that I was passing away; that somehow losing consciousness would shield me from that horrible agony tearing through me.''Adrian's face was hardly an inch or two away from mine, and his eyes were now fixed on mine, as though filled with desperate concern. `Baby, please, what's
JENNY POVFurious banging outside sounded louder and louder as Grace wrapped her fists against the door. It was as if each strike manifested her anger physically through the evening air. "My love, please take it easy," Jenny said hardly above a whisper, turning to me and causing me concern. Concerned, Anna's eyes pleaded with mine; she seemed to search for tranquility amid a brewing storm."Adrian said to me, 'My love, I need to speak some sense into Grace'." Adrian, in his authoritative yet soothing voice, said, "Adrian said to me with a much softer voice: 'My love, I need to speak some sense into Grace.'"Not to say another word, Adrian walked toward the gate, determined and purposeful in his steps. Closely followed by me, heart banging loud in my ears, like the drums in a primitive ritual. Grace was truly filled with rage, and tension. My own simmering emotions almost boiled to the surface, ready to erupt at any moment.And again the sound of her beating grew louder; it insisted, a
CHAPTER245JENNY POVLooking at me, completely aghast, Grace's eyes widened with her smile. "Oh, yes," she said. "I have been watching you two for quite some time. I know about the little marriage you have with each other and I know how you both can drive a wedge into each other's side."Adrian's expression was like dusk, with his eyes blazing out all his pent-up wrath. "Touch her and your death will be at your door," he commanded.She chuckled gleefully, "Oh, but you have. I've been your model servant, pretending all along, just biding my time to strike and watch the disarray of your union as your history unfolds."I shivered at her words. Was this marriage truly in danger? Would Grace really fracture everything we had built together?Grace's words made me miserable with indecision. Surely, she wouldn't have done that. I looked towards Adrian to see how this would have affected him, but his face reflected no such expression- it had a strict seriousness."You will not lift a finger to
JENNY POVWe strolled to the living room and there, illuminated by the soft glow of the lights illuminating the path from the entrance, we found Grace (or so she claimed) standing with head downcast, turning eyes to the floor in a gesture of abandonment and with shoulders slumped in an act of discomfiture. "Good day, sir and ma'am," she addressed, her whisper almost inaudible, trembling slightly as she spoke, the words formed by hardly fluttering lips."Yea, Grace," he replied in a neutral tone, without a discernible expression, right when we sat together, as I was sitting on him, arms wrapped around me while holding me to himself, a hand softly placed on my stomach. Adrian then turned to Scarlett, his eyes narrowing as he studied her with a furrowed, working overtime with his brain to decode whatever she was ruminating upon."Grace, who are you?" he asked in a commanding tone that seemed to challenge such pronouncement, laced with some measure of skepticism, his tone even dripping wi
JENNY POVThe onset of this incident will forever remain my awakening hour, with the night still darkened. I became more aware of my surroundings, with the first thing in sight being Adrian, my husband, seated next to me with a most concerned look on his face. That dim bedside lamp light warmed him, throwing the depths of his worry into bold relief."What happened?" I pictured me demanding, but my voice was edged with confusion and alarm. Just as I attempted to rise, dizziness would encompass me, my husband's hands there to gently yet quite firmly assist me."You fell; you fainted," Adrian said. I kept on repeating it to myself in an attempt to fathom what it meant to faint. "I fainted?" I was finally able to whisper, the word now hanging in the air as if challenging my perception.He looked at me for a long moment, concerned but slightly annoyed. "Yes, love," he said gently but firmly. "I've told you to take it easy on yourself." Even as his tone reproached, his eyes showed the quick
JENNY POVMonica left my mother behind, with Grace, the maid, for services in the house. The next day, I woke as if with no energy; my body felt heavy and completely pregnant. "Honey," I called, sweet and gentle, hoping that Adrian would respond. But there was only silence. I waited for a moment expecting him to walk into the bedroom, but nothing.Sighing, I arise and manage to put all my strength into moving toward the kitchen. The instant Grace saw me walk through, she seemed to stop whatever the action was that she was engaged in and smiled, saying "Good morning, ma'am." In that voice, there was this plural, respectful and welcoming tone. I returned the gesture but instinctively put my hands on my huge tummy to rub it while feeling kicks from the baby inside. "Good morning, dear," I added just to sound a little more cheerful than I really felt.It was an exceptionally warm and inviting room that within one breath, would include coffee brewing. I found my usual place on the table an
ADRIAN POVIn the warmth of home, the weak lights of evening embraced us in lazy comfort. "Well, this is home; I was checking on Jenny," I muttered, sadly and tenderly gazing at her with concern. "No need to worry, babe. Jenny was fine," I comforted him with a smile, gently pulling him into hugs.As we moved on toward the room, the only sound from out two feet padding softly across the floor. "We need to hire a maid," I soothingly suggested, trying to approach the subject slowly. But Jenny interrupted, her voice very clear and very strong. "No, baby. I can do all the housework," she opposed right away, with a determined glint in her eyes that dared me to argue with her.My heart reeked of love and guilt towards her. I smiled sweetly and said, "No, my love-no." "You are expecting and I cannot allow you to submit yourself to doing that." Please, let me take care of this." I pleaded as I caressed her hair softly, as though that might somehow soften her resolute spirit.She regarded my w
ADRIAN POVFour hours later, the wait finally ended. Dr. Dazzy walked out of the emergency room, a mask of professionalism on his face, his eyes revealing but a sliver of concern. He called out my name, voice laden with reassuring authority like a lifeline thrown to a drowning man, "Mr...?" Suddenly his gaze shifted towards the waiting area, raking in one after the other until at last, it rested on yours truly.I jumped up, my heart racing. Oh yeah, that's me, I whispered back. "How is she? How's Jenny?" The floodgates burst open.The treatment softened the doctor's looks a bit as he nodded. "I'm with your wife now," he said, almost holding out a glimmer of hope. "Let's talk," he said, sending a gesture toward one of the waiting room's quiet corners. My heart drummed in my chest like a drummer preparing for some primitive ritual. What was he going to say? Was Jenny okay? The uncertainty was murder.I quickly marched into the doctor's office, purposeful stride like a man on a mission,
ADRIAN POVAs we lay there, Jenny's body tensed, muscles broiling under the skin like waves about to crest. A grotesque distortion of her face came into view as her eyes were closed shut, and a strangled, guttural cry, "Hpppp!" escaped her lips, followed closely by a heartbreaking wrenching sound. This tearing sound ripped irrevocably through the very fabric of that moment. Eyes that once sparkled with humor and fun turned into tight, scrunched-up furrows of mixed terror and discomfort." And I, exhilarated, turned toward her, speaking soft, reassuring words, almost like a summer's warm, gentle breeze."What is it, baby?" I asked, leniently. Distracted by pain, Jenny barely perceived my touch as I brushed a straining hand from her forehead. In that instant, I felt an electric jolt through my fingers. Slowly, her eyes opened, and she gazed up at me- her expression blurred and hazy, breathing labored. Each rise and fall of her chest steered with ragged breaths alongside cowering flickeri