Maximillian
"Are you sure about this, Max?" My brother, Julian, asked me." He appeared even more nervous than I was, despite my suggestion for him to wait in the car. Nevertheless, he insisted on joining me, accepting whatever challenges awaited us.
"This is your last chance to leave," I warned him as the screen door opened and Darius's mother, Annis Sterling, emerged with Darius's dog, Bomer. I had missed Darius's funeral due to a coma, making this moment even more significant.
"No way. If anything happens to you, dad will have my head," Julian protested as Annis descended the porch steps. He questioned whether I had informed our father about our presence here, but got no response from me. "You didn't tell him?!" His eyes went wide.
Just before she turned away, Annis noticed me, her expression changing from indifference to outrage. Despite her disapproval, Darius and I had always found ways to stay connected, even defying Annis's attempts to keep us apart.
The last encounter between Annis and Darius had been on my birthday, three months ago. Despite her prohibition, Darius had sneaked out to see me after I shared a photo of the new car my dad had gifted me. Little did Annis know, that would be the final time she saw her son alive.
"What are you doing here? You have the nerve to show your face to me." She demanded in a voice frigid enough to freeze the sun.
I sat in an electric wheelchair, still recovering from the accident and subsequent surgery that had saved my leg and face. It was evident that she wished it had been me, not her son, who died in the accident, judging by the disdain on her face.
"How dare you show your face to me after what you did?!" She yelled, her anger escalating.
Tears welled up in my eyes, and a single tear dropped onto the back of my hand. Attempting to speak, I found myself speechless, further fueling her rage.
"You killed my son, you bastard!" She accused, releasing her dog and lunging at me. Julian intervened, trying to hold her back, but she threw him off balance, and he fell on the mowed lawn. She attacked me, screaming, "I hate you! I hate you!"
"I'm sorry." I sobbed, my voice barely audible. "I'm so sorry."
"Justice!" I was abruptly pulled out of the nightmare, locking eyes with a stranger—her brown eyes filled with concern. Confused, I sat up, trying to comprehend my surroundings. Why did she call me Justice? Where was Julian?
"Are you okay? You were having a bad dream." She said, her voice gentle and reassuring.
I forced myself to focus on her face, realizing I wasn't in front of Annis, or in a wheelchair, or with Julian. The truth hit me like a ton of bricks—I had run away from home and was now in Havindelle, trying to start a new life as Justice, devoid of any memory of my past.
"I'm fine," I said hastily, wiping the tears from my eyes, feeling embarrassed at being caught crying. I hoped she wouldn't inquire about my dream, but thankfully, she didn't linger. Rising to her feet, she left me alone.
My memories, both before and after the accident, appeared to me as dreams. Every time I woke up, tears would be streaming down my cheeks. Some dreams lingered in my mind, while others faded away as soon as I regained consciousness.
"Edwina! Edwina Jonas!" A booming voice echoed from outside.
Intrigued, I rose from my makeshift bed and ventured outside to investigate. Before me stood a man, roughly fifty years old, brandishing a machete and wearing a menacing expression. I pondered whether his intention was to harm Edwina with the weapon or merely to intimidate her.
Edwina calmly emerged from the house and brushed past me, positioning herself directly in front of the man. Despite the threat, her demeanor exuded confidence, leaving me to wonder if she was foolishly fearless or simply pretending to be brave.
"What is it?" She demanded. "Why are you shouting my name like that?"
"You, this stupid girl! Where are the items you stole from my house? My wife informed me that you intruded this morning..." The man accused, his anger palpable.
"Correction... I didn't steal anything from your house. I simply took food items worth the money your wife owes my sister. It didn't even amount to that much," Edwina retorted, crossing her arms defiantly. "Are you here to settle the debt?"
"Are you mad?" The man exploded. "Why would I do that?"
"In that case, you have no reason to be here," She responded nonchalantly. "Kindly leave, sir."
"I'm not going anywhere until you produce those items, and I hope for your sake that you've not touched anything," He threatened her, menacingly brandishing the machete in front of her face.
Surprisingly, she laughed in the face of danger, and I couldn't help but think she was either remarkably brave or incredibly foolish for underestimating the man's intentions.
"Edwina," I called out, attempting to intervene.
Her head whipped around, as if surprised by my presence or my calling her name. The warning in her eyes urged me to mind my own business, but I couldn't stand idly by, watching her potentially seal her fate.
"Give him what he wants so he can leave," I urged, trying to reason with her.
"Will you pay the debt his wife owes me?" She demanded, glaring at me defiantly.
"No, but..."
"Exactly. Since you don't have the money to pay me, why don't you let me handle my family business as I see fit?" She snapped, cutting me off.
Feeling defeated, I raised my hands in surrender, turned on my heel, and retreated back into the house. If she wanted to face danger head-on, who was I to stand in her way? Foolish woman, I thought.
About twenty minutes later, she triumphantly walked back into the house, brandishing four crisp bills in her hand and wearing a smug smile on her face.
"Just because I'm a woman doesn't make me weak," She declared proudly. "Thank you for your concern, but it wasn't needed. I handled him all on my own."
"Got it, boss," I replied, my voice dripping with sarcasm, emphasizing the foolishness of her actions.
"Is that sarcasm I detect in your voice?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at me.
"Is it?" I replied, arching a brow.
"Whatever," She huffed. "I do not know why my mother insists on treating you like royalty when we don't even have enough food." She mumbled under her breath. "What would you like for lunch?"
"It's noon already?"
"Obviously," She sneered. "You went right back to bed after breakfast."
"Maybe because I'm still recuperating?"
"From what? You look fine to me," She said, eyeing me critically.
"I'm sorry for sleeping around like a lazy bum, Your Highness. I'll try to do better so I don't get thrown out of the house," I retorted. "I'll pass on lunch, thank you."
She gave me a scathing look before flouncing out of the sitting room, likely plotting ways to evict me from her father's house.
As Cyril Jonas was leaving his farm, Chief Williams's booming voice stopped him in his tracks. "Ah, just the man I wanted to see." Chief Williams said.He couldn't fathom why Chief Williams had traveled all the way to his farm, considering its remote location on the outskirts of the Kingdom. Cyril, curious about the reason behind this unexpected visit, speculated that it must be a matter of great significance, given the chief's effort to reach him. He couldn't imagine what Chief Williams, a man of average build with a noticeably protruding stomach, might have to say to someone of his humble status, other than possibly concerning an incident involving one of his own daughters."Chief Williams," Cyril inquired, concern etched on his face. "Is everything alright?""Nothing is alright, Jonas," Williams retorted bitterly. "Nothing will ever be alright until you find a way to tame that hellion you call your daughter."Pretending ignorance, Cyril asked, "Which one of my daughters?"William
Edwina"Why does Dad want me to head home now?" I asked my sister, taken aback."I'm not sure, but I think you might be in trouble," Evelyn replied, shrugging her shoulders."But I haven't done anything wrong," I protested. "We need to sell all these peppers today, or we'll have to use them ourselves.""Maybe you should go home. I'll stay until six," Evelyn suggested."Are you sure? Will you be able to manage bringing some things back by yourself? If I can come back to help you, I will. Otherwise, Esther will come," I said."No problem.""I'll go home and see what Dad wants," I muttered before leaving. Dad rarely called me home from the market. Whatever he usually had to tell me could wait until I got home, but this might be very important."Edwina Jonas, is that you?" A female voice questioned.I turned around, only to find myself face to face with Samantha Williams, my arch-nemesis. In a surprising turn of events, she had gained admission to a university in the city and had traveled
Hi guys! I'm back! Back with a new story titled Bared To You and it's the sequel to my very beloved book; Someone Like You. This story is going to explore the life of Leonidas Sebastiani's first son Maximillian and his relationship with the rebel from an enemy territory; Havindelle. Her name is Edwina Jonas. Not to give any spoilers but just to make my lovely readers aware just in case you get confused... Maximillian lied about losing his memory so he wouldn't have to be sent back home and adopted the name Justice for himself, which is what he's going to be called for now. I don't want any confusion which is why I'm stating it in this author's note for you guys to know.With the few that have started reading, I hope you stay tuned to this story and don't go anywhere because it's gonna get hotter than this. Just you wait! Lots of love🥰😍 P.S. See what I did there? Lots of love? 🤣
LeonidasThree months agoEntering my son's bedroom, the nauseating blend of alcohol and cigarette smoke immediately assaulted my senses. Allergic to any form of alcohol, be it whiskey or vodka, and wines and vehemently opposed to cigarette smoking, I couldn't fathom how my twenty-year-old son, confined to the palace, managed to sneak these forbidden items into his room without anyone notifying me.Despite my body's resistance, I ventured deeper into the dimly lit space. With determination, I reached for the remote control, pressed a button, and watched as the curtains automatically glided open, allowing sunlight to flood the room, revealing an unconscious figure sprawled face down on the bed.He lay there unmoving, he neither groaned nor stirred. I questioned if he might be dead, but the gentle snores reassured me that he was just deeply asleep. I couldn't help but think how Beth would react seeing him like this; thankfully, she was away, sparing her from this scene.My daughter, Geo
EdwinaDespite my attempts to find sleep by counting sheep, reciting the twenty times table, and singing, restlessness consumed me. Midnight had arrived, accompanied by the distant sounds of crickets and an owl's hoot. While I usually enjoyed the tranquility, recent concerns about home invasions made me hesitant to venture outside to gaze at the stars. Frustrated, I got up, adjusted my blanket, donned my slippers, and quietly left the room I shared with my sisters.A week has passed since my dad and I rescued Justice and brought him home with the hope of nursing him back to health. However, my expectations of his swift recovery were shattered as I observed his lethargy over the last two days, spending hours in uninterrupted sleep. Concerned, I gently opened the door to the parlor and was shocked to find him shivering despite the heat, his breathing unnaturally rapid. Kneeling beside him, I checked his temperature, only to hastily withdraw my hand – it was hot enough to boil an egg an
A year ago Max's face lit up with a bright smile as he read his best friend's message on his phone, completely ignoring his father's heartfelt Skype speech. Finally nineteen, a Harvard graduate, and liberated from books for the next two years, until he was ready to delve into the family businesses. "Maximillian, are you even listening?" His father questioned. Glancing from his phone to his laptop, Max shot his father a lopsided grin. "Thanks for the speech and gift, dad, but I've got to go." "Wait..." "Bye!" Waving, he went offline, closed his laptop, snatched his new car keys, and raced out of his room. Running into his brother Julian on the way downstairs, Max groaned as Julian refused to step aside. "Where are you heading?" inquired Julian. "Just out. Out and about," replied Max. "Remember, we have a family dinner tonight," Julian reminded him. "I'll do my best. Happy birthday, bro," Max warmly slapped his brother's back and continued on his way. Same to you!" Julian calle
Edwina A week later For nearly a week, Justice remained in a deep slumber, causing me constant worry about the possibility that he might never awaken, despite the doctor's assurances. Taking turns with my sisters to care for him, the challenge arose from our rural location in securing transportation to town. Primarily relying on Steven, who occasionally made delivery trips, I endeavored to hitch a ride whenever possible. As I wrung out the water-soaked cloth, continuing to gently mop Justice's face, I couldn't help but send a silent prayer for his swift recovery. The thought of never seeing his captivating gray eyes again and hearing his occasionally annoying words weighed heavily on my mind. "I really shouldn't be dedicating so much time to you, Justice with no surname," I muttered aloud, aware that he couldn't hear me. "I have a thousand and one things to do back home, so I can't afford to waste this much time being your nurse." Turning back, I dipped the cloth in water again.
MaximillianHaving survived numerous near-death experiences, I couldn't help but think I must have nine lives. Each time, I emerged from the brink of death, only to wake up in a hospital bed, battered and bruised. As I contemplated this seemingly recurring pattern, I wondered if this constant brush with mortality would become my new normal, especially now that my immunity had been compromised.As I surveyed my hospital room, I noticed its solitary occupant – myself. A flat screen TV adorned the wall across from my bed, prompting me to reach for the remote. Switching it on, I was met with the unexpected sight of my father inaugurating a children's hospital in South Africa, with my mother proudly standing by his side, captured by the news broadcast.Her smile, as the camera zoomed in on her face, lacked the usual radiance that illuminated her from within. It was a mere façade, concealing the devastation within, a defense against the world witnessing the pain caused by her heartless son'