~At NightAlexander’s P.O.V.I lay down on my bed, and the sweet and sharp memories of yesterday enveloped me. The nails of this helpless girl in self-defense left a mark on my body like a cat's claws. I examined one of these marks on my right wrist. Lost in these thoughts, I stared at the ceiling. She was not there today, and I felt lonely. An hour later, I was standing near the window with a cigar in my hand when her mom knocked at the door.She was not allowed to enter, but today I didn’t mind."Son. Her condition is bad. Shall I take her to my room?" She asked in a flexible manner. On asking for permission, I carelessly waved my hand without turning back."Bella, my baby, wake up. Let's go with me." Her mother patted her cheeks, but she was drowsy from the effects of medicine. So she put one of her hands on her shoulder and struggled to lift her alone. She herself was a body. Therefore, it was very difficult for her to lift my wife alone and take her down."Move away." I threw the
Isabella’s P.O.V. I suffered from intense hunger during the night. I wasn’t able to sleep until I satisfied the gnawing emptiness within. So I left the room bare foot and came to the kitchen. Looking around, I opened the fridge, to eat quickly and return unnoticed. My eyes went to the bowl full of custard. Hurriedly, I cleaned a spoon and left it on the countertop before rushing back to the fridge. I was afraid that someone might catch me. I didn't want Alexander to know about my recovery. What if he finds out that I was fine and he took me to his room? No I don’t want his closeness again. Grabbing a bowl of custard, I was just about to close the fridge door when I noticed someone’s presence behind me. “Oh no please, not him.” I prayed in my heart and turned to look at the person. He was there, standing there, my mortal enemy. I forgot to breathe, my face turning pale with fear, as if I had encountered a ghost. A mocking smile briefly crossed Alexander's lips upon seeing my express
Bella's P.O.V. I was trying to go to sleep again. Constantly waking up with a pounding pain in my head and eyes makes my eyes weak. Just as I closed my eyes, Eric's smiling face appeared before me, triggering intense waves of grief once more. The sorrow felt so overwhelming that it seemed my very heart might burst from it. A week had passed but Eric did not call or message me. As soon as I thought it, it causes a growing sense of worry within me. I was so immersed in my grief that I did not notice that Eric did not contact me for a week. I should call him, with that thought, I tried to get up, but could not even move due to the injury to both legs. "Maid..." I called out. "Yes, ma'am." A maid entered the room, her eyes lowered respectfully. "What do you need?" She asked in a very polite manner. I started to look at her face in surprise. I was surprised by the sudden change in the staff's demeanor towards me. Since when did the employees of this Mansion start respecting me? "Yes
Alexander’s P.O.V. As soon as I stepped into the house, I made my way towards Bella’s mother's room. “How is she?” In doorway, I asked the maid about Bella's condition. “She talked to someone on the phone but hadn't made a sound since then.” She mentioned and I nodded. Entering the room, I found her sitting on the bed. Her eyes were closed. After a brief glance, I retreated to the doorway. "Alexander." Bella’s mother noticed me leaving and called out lovingly. "Did Bella eat food?" She seemed surprised when I inquired about. I never talked to her nicely. "No..." she responded, puzzled by my question. "Hmm... I'll get freshened up a. Just bring the food there, we will eat together." I replied seriously before heading upstairs. I knew the surprising look on her face. After freshening up, I returned to Bella’s mother's room to find all the food arranged on the glass table. "Bella. What happened to you?? You have been sitting in the same position since evening." Gently holding Be
He held my hand, guiding me out of the car. My heart raced as I took a glance at my surroundings. The farmhouse was bigger and more beautiful than I thought, I had never come here. But I couldn’t focus around anymore. I yearned to release my hand from his tight grip. Why did he take me here? What does he wants from me? I was alone with him. I looked at his face. "Alexander, you can't switch gears like this. I interrupted, my voice laced with suspicion. "We entered into this marriage forcefully. Neither of us wanted this. You once said you'd rather remain single than marry me. You claimed to hate me more than anyone else on earth. You promised to divorce a woman like me soon enough." I recited his own words back to him, one by one. "How did you suddenly changed, are you doing all this to take my shares from me?" I took a step back, my thoughts racing with suspicions I couldn't voice in front of him, my tongue feeling glued to the roof of my mouth. He looked at me with surprise. "I
Alexander's P.O.V. I cradled her gently in my arms and carried her inside, laying her delicate form on the bed. Her body was wet, her presence intoxicating me. I never felt these feelings for any girl. This was totally new. May be I was falling for her. “Yeah that’s true. She was a witch.” In the stillness of the night, she laid before me, the woman rightfully mine. Her youthful allure seduced me, and I found myself unable to resist. Her beauty was captivating, her figure held me spellbound. It was difficult to tear my gaze away from her once, her allure drawing me in like a delicate flower. I leaned over her, my lips pressing against hers, my hand tenderly caressing her cheek. As she sobbed, I withdrew. "My dear beauty, such delicacy is exquisite, but our love is only just beginning. You must endure my possession, for this beauty, this youth, this exquisite form, belongs solely to me. I possess it entirely, with every right to ignite your beauty with the fire of my love. You can
Bella's P.O.V: When my eyes opened in the morning, I was surprised to find myself in a strange place. The events of last night replayed in my mind. I remembered being in the pool with Alexander, and conversation with him. Recalling Alexander's stern gaze and the words of my punishment, my memory suddenly went blank. Glancing around, I noticed Alexander's jeans on the couch, the same ones he wore the night before, and fear gripped my heart. I scanned the room with frightened eyes, my heart skipping a beat as I spotted my dress discarded on the floor. Panic surged within me, and I shut my eyes tightly, unable to summon the courage to confront the truth. The dress that once draped my body now lay on the floor. "What is this?” I whispered hoarsely, my breath ragged as I stared at my dress on the floor, refusing to acknowledge what happened. "No, he can't do that to me, he can't do anything like that, and he can't take advantage of my unconsciousness." I muttered to myself, desperately
-"Eric. My son. Please return to your life. Are you going to keep yourself imprisoned in this room for the rest of your life?" You can change. But the coming tomorrow can be changed, right?? Why are you putting the coming tomorrow in the dark like today? So take care of us." When Anaiza entered the room, there was complete darkness in the room. As usual. They turned on the lights. The food tray was on the side table. He kept it and came towards his son. He was sitting in the wheelchair. He was lost in some unknown thoughts. He was sitting like that for hours.That boy had suffered from severe depression. Anaiza and her husband were very worried to see the condition of their only son.Anaiza discussed Eric's problem with one of her friends. So she gave hope that now there is physiotherapy in the world through which Eric can walk again. Just don't give up.She was trying to get him out of depression by sitting at his feet and kissing his hands with great love.She was explaining to him