Three months later…Constance point of view“Happy birthday baby," my husband whispers into my ear. I smile shyly as I stare at his reflection through the mirror. He kissed my ear lobe and gently trail the kiss down my neck. I shiver a bit in ecstacy. “You look so beautiful," he cooed. “I love you so much."I smile, “I love you too. Thank you for coming back to me."“I promised you that I will never leave you and I kept my promise. I will always be by your side, baby, always." He kissed my neck once again.I smiled and stood up as I faced him. I stare into his obsidian black eyes. They are so beautiful and enchanting. I never thought that I could see these beautiful eyes again. Even though I had faith that he would come back to me, I still couldn't help the fear in my heart.I wrapped my arms around his neck. My eyes are teary, I'm doing all I could not to break down in tears. I can also see the same emotion in my husband's beautiful eyes.For the past three months, I feel like not l
Constance's point of view:I slowly open my eyes, my head hurts a lot. I supported my head with my palms as I tried to sit up. Why does my head hurt so much? Where am I? What happened to me? I'm confused.“You are finally awake, sweetheart."What! That's Darren's voice. How is that possible? I must be dreaming. Darren is in prison. There's no way he could be talking to me right now because I'm not in the prison with him.I fearfully look to my left where his voice came from, praying so hard that I will not see Darren, that whatever I heard will just come from my head and not be a reality. I flinched greatly when my eyes fell on Darren who had a smug smile on his lips which I noticed to be broken. His face also has some fresh scars on it. He looks like someone who had been torturing. Of course, he should. He's in prison and some prison mates are psychos. If you should survive in a prison, you should be strong to defend yourself and it looks like Darren is not. But wait… why am I with
Constance's point of view:I shakily turn to face the angry Darren. He's laughing but no one needs to tell me that it's a dangerous laugh. I thought I hit him hard, he should have fainted or died. I didn't know that he would rise on his feet so quickly, though blood is still oozing out from his forehead.“I told you that you can't escape from me. You are mine and only mine!"“I will never be yours Darren, never!" screamed and ran away in another direction. Maybe I will find another exist. I haven't run far before Darren caught up on me. He held my arm tightly and pushed me to himself. I tried to free myself from his grip but he wouldn't let me. The next thing I felt was a sharp pain on my cheeks. He slapped me. This time, I felt my lips were broken.“I told you that I will be good to you if you do not make me angry but you didn't listen to me. Now, I will teach you a lesson. I don't want to hurt you but you have pushed me too far."I gulped down in fear. What is he trying to do to me
Author's point of view:Darren opened the door as doctor Jorge walked in. Jorge looks tense and it wasn't left unknown to Darren. Darren asked him if he's okay and he said yes.“Have you made up your mind Darren?" Jorge asked, walking ahead of Darren towards the room where Constance is, still unconscious. Darren followed him behind but didn't speak. He doesn't know why he feels that something is off. He's just having the hunch that something bad might happen.“Jorge, I hope no one follows you when coming here?" Darren asked. “Of course not, I was careful just like other days," Jorge replied. His voice was a little bit shaky, making Darren suspect something but he waved it away. He knows that nothing will go wrong. Jorge is always careful and also, Jorge can't betray him.“Darren, I asked you if you have made up your mind to take this girl to the hospital. She's slowly dying, if no good medical attention is given to her… she will die for good."Jorge was staring directly at Darren who
Author's point of view:Three years later..“Mommy! Mommy!" two beautiful kids screamed as they ran towards Constance. She opened her arms to welcome the kids.“How are my sweet babies?" Constance asked with a bright smile as she pulled their cheeks making the two-year-old twins giggle. “Mommy, daddy bought me a big car," the boy among the twins excitedly said.“And he bought me a new doll!" The girl squeaked happily.“Oh! I'm so jealous of you guys, daddy bought gifts for you guys. Where's my own gift?" Constance pouted her cheeks. She looked up to see her husband who joined them in the sitting room. The poor man looks worn out, the kids must have stressed him. She only left him with the kids for four hours and he looks stressed already. They hired a nanny but she's on sick leave and will return very soon. Since Jace didn't go to work today, Constance asked him to take care of the kids while she went to spend some time with her friend Jocelyn who will get married in two weeks time.
“Jace!!!!!"The blaring and deafening voice of the rousing students nearly breaks my eardrum but luckily my hands are there to help me, I cover my two ears with both hands making a disgusting face due to the gruesome screams. “Jace is here! Come with me Constance, we need to get his autograph!" my friend Jocelyn rushed off her words as she roust me to pry through the numerous numbers of students who left their classes to be here just for one man and that man is my husband.That breathtaking, mouth-watering, virile and dazzling young man who is the idol of every student here today is none other but my cold and arrogant husband.I nearly laugh out loud when Jocelyn coaxes me to come here today with her so that I can get a glimpse of the world's most handsome and talented idol not to talk of how rich he is. To get a glimpse of my husband, a man I see everyday.... that was funny.He's a multi-billionaire who is not just a musician but a great and powerful business tycoon. He's so ruthless
It's my wedding night! I'm supposed to shout and scream in joy right? But hell no! I am sleeping on the damn uncomfortable couch still in my wedding dress. I got married to Jace Williams. The popular American musician. I know nothing about my husband, I recently found out about his name and his career. He is popular, I supposed to know him but I don't. Am not a fan of music and I don't know any musicians. I grew up in a small city in Texas with my late parents and I wasn't exposed to most things, especially social life. My father died when I was thirteen and I recently lost my mother and that was last year after my eighteenth birthday. It was the darkest day of my life... I became an orphan on that day. My mother who was my only source of strength after my father's death left me too. I was left to thrive alone in this cruel world. It wasn't easy as I went through a lot. I dropped out of school because I couldn't fund my education. All my mother's life savings varnished in the hospit
I tried tossing around thinking I was sleeping on the bed but ended up falling down.“Ouch!" I wince in pain as my butt and whole body hurts. I think it is already morning as I can see bright lights from the outside glimmering inside the room. I slowly stand on my feet, feeling the pains all over my body as my eyes look round the room, there is no sight of my husband. I peered my ears to know if I could hear the splashing of water from the bathroom but heard none. It looks like he's not in the room at all, maybe he has left for work. Isn't he a musician? I thought they only needed to work when they wanted to produce a song. Well, I don't know much about music and it's stuff so I can't tell.I yawn and stretch my arm, not that I am feeling sleepy but I feel pain all over my body coupled with my butt which was the most affected part from the fall since I tumbled and landed with my back, thereby hitting my butt on the floor with a loud thud.I only not feel pains in my body from falling