INICIAR SESIÓNLucille’s pov I was more than glad to be with her. Out in the open, on the very streets we used to avoid, I could see people whispering under their breath, likely trying to guess what we were to each other. Never before had I given the public even the slightest impression of who I truly was, I had always hidden away in the darkness because of Patrick. But since he was no longer a part of my life, I was finally free. I didn't care what anyone thought anymore, I just wanted to live. When we got back to her place with all the groceries we had bought, I looked around and admired how beautiful her space was. It had absolutely everything it needed, except for one thing, me. I pulled her tightly into my arms, ready to make my proposal. "Babe? Ella... My Arielle, would you like to stay with me?" She was completely stunned by the sudden question and looking into my ears to be sure of what I said. “What?" she asked, looking utterly confused, her eyes were fixed on mine. I giggled. "Lik
Marcella’s pov I couldn’t wait for her arrival. I desperately wanted to see her and find out what she had in store for us next. The moment I finished unpacking, I sat on my bed and waited anxiously. Soon after, the sharp chime of the doorbell echoed through the apartment, and I ran out of my room. It was her. She looked entirely new to my eyes, though I think it was just the excitement bubbling up inside me that made me perceive her that way. I was so incredibly glad to see her that I threw my arms around her neck. We laughed playfully as she stepped inside the house, and she immediately pressed a deep, lingering kiss onto my lips. I was ecstatic to finally have my lady back, but as I pulled away, I noticed something different. She had grown leaner. I pulled three step back. "You’ve lost weight," I said out loud, examining her. "Yeah... I've been exercising a lot lately," she replied, offering a soft smile. "You mentioned that on the phone, but I didn't realize just how much u
Marcella’s pov Unable to sleep all night because of the excitement the next day held, I rushed downstairs with my things carefully packed. I already knew exactly what to say the moment I reached the bottom of the steps. Goodbye... off to school. That was the plan, but it would only be possible if I didn't run into anyone downstairs. It was only five o'clock in the morning, and I hurried down, praying the house would be empty. My family adhered to a strict, predictable routine, everyone woke up at six o'clock. It wasn't that we actually needed to be up that early, it was just the hour the day officially began in our household. If my parents happened to be up before six, it meant they were heading out for a meeting. On most mornings, they were never even home until eight. I had always wondered what kind of business meetings required them to be out at that hour, sometimes they wouldn't even return the previous night, but what could I say? The ways of the elite are vastly different
Lucille’s pov I was already back at school. My dad had gotten a new place for me, he didn't want me anywhere near my mom. He had truly stepped up, transforming into a completely different father from the one I used to know. I remembered exactly how it all happened. The moment she demanded I stop seeing Marcella and apologize to Patrick, I stood up to her and finally found my voice. "No," I had said, my voice low but firm. "What did you say?" she asked, reaching out to grip my arm still holding my chin high. I forcefully pushed her hand aside. "No! No! Mom, No, I won't do it!" I yelled at her. She was visibly stunned by my reaction. Infuriated, she raised the spatula to strike me again. I shielded my face, bracing myself for the impact, but the blow never came. When I looked up, her hand was frozen in mid air. Slowly, she lowered her arm and withdrew. “Lucille, I am giving you two weeks, exactly fourteen days to end it," she said, her voice dropping to a deadly whisper. "If
Marcella’s POV Ever since that phone call with Lucille and the abrupt way she hung up, I had been completely buried myself with worry. I tried calling her back countless times, but the line simply wouldn't connect. Was everything alright? That single question looped endlessly in my mind. Or had something terrible happened to her? I spent the entire night paranoid and consumed by anxiety, completely forgetting about my own mounting troubles. The next morning, I tried her number again, only to be met with the exact same dead tone. Lucille was the only person left who could bring a smile to my face, and not being able to reach her was agonizing. Yet, deep down, I tried to force myself to believe she was okay. Back to my own world, I had absolutely no desire to step foot out of my room. Staring out the window that morning, my mind felt clouded by a dark, heavy fog. I knew my mum all too well. If I refused to go through with the arrangement, I was completely done for but if I accepte
Lucille’s pov It was my mom. She barged into the room holding a wooden spatula. My heart jumped out of my chest. I hung up immediately and shrank back, wishing my father were here to shield me as she stormed closer. "Now you listen to me, child... You haven’t told me the truth about what Patrick said. Is it true?" I wondered where my dad was now, right when I needed him the most. "Mom... I can explain." "Shut the fuck up and just tell me... Is. It. True?!" I couldn't hide the truth any longer. If Patrick already knew, what was the point of lying? I nodded my head slowly. My head down unable to meet my mum gaze. "So it is true..." She pointed the spatula at me, her face contorting. "Even when I asked you about it before and you denied it, it was all true..." Suddenly, my phone rang in my hand. In a flash of fury, my mom snatched it from my grip and smashed it violently onto the floor. The screen shattered, and I couldn't hold back my tears anymore, they poured down my face. I
Lucille’s povI bolted out of the house the moment the clock struck seven. I couldn't afford to miss this, this golden, terrifying opportunity to finally speak my truth. There would be no more hiding and no more retreats. She deserved to know how I felt, what she meant to me, and the sheer depth o
Marcella’s pov I headed straight outside, I had to put a stop to all this nonsense, no more child’s play, time to be more serious, time to tell them my stand.I knew exactly where I was going, I stopped the first taxi I saw and headed to the house I was taken to that night. The house where she rej
Marcella’s povShe walked up to me with something that seemed like the envelope in her hand. “What are you doing with that?” I asked her angrily. “I saw it poking out your bag” she held the letter up. “Marcella….is this real? Did the Bonners really invite you to be part of them?” She asked me
Marcella’s povI got up that night feeling stressed from a distressed sleep. Had morning class so I had to go to school early that day, I had promised myself l afresh start, again..… I just hoped this time I’ll do better, I’ll forget her, I’ll start all over again. I didn’t know I could ever pull







