Okay, so listen, Nirelle asked him to share the bed, and now she’s pretending she doesn’t want him there?? GIRL. Be so serious. And Lucien?? Pulling her close like she belongs there already?? Yeah, I’m officially screaming. If you’re reading this and NOT commenting, I’ll personally drag you into this bed-sharing war and make you pick a side. So—Team self-control or Team just kiss already?? Drop your answer below!
NIRELLEI take a step back, ready to run away as Michael had said, but before my brain can process running away, Zane takes a step inside and rushes to him. He pulls him by the hand and then glances at me. I can't believe I am the bad child. My first instinct was to save myself, to run just because he had said it was okay, and Zane, all he thought about was running towards him."Go get that lady." Zane's request broke through my thought wall. I stood there blinking at him as I tried to understand what he meant. "Nirelle?" he called my name again, and I nodded, turning on my heels and racing down the stairs. Not to escape but to find a way to forgive myself for the betrayal I was about to showcase."Excuse me?" I stop at the front desk, and the lady looks up at me."How can I help you?" she asked. She did not look like she could do anything, and I did not know why Zane had asked me to get her. Maybe I should have asked before running off to do his bidding."Umm," I hum, trying to get m
NIRELLEWhen we step out of the car, one bodyguard walks in front of us while another walks beside us. I let out a long breath to steady myself. I could not even lie that I was not nervous because of how visibly shaken I was. Zane revealed that he had spoken with him but never met face-to-face because they knew it would alert Yvette, and he was not ready to face her yet. They had managed to delay the reaction time from Yvette; she would only get to know after everything had been done."We are here to see Miceal McBree," Zane declared as we got to the front desk. The lady looked at us as though we were crazy for requesting to see him. She took up her phone and pressed it to her ear."We have a possible code eleven," she said gently while maintaining eye contact with us. I could not help but feel nervous that the hospital director was going to double-cross us, even though we had managed to get him on our side."Sir?" the lady said, this time her eyes flickering down; the confidence she
NIRELLEA WEEK LATERLucien, Theo and Zane had been able to set up a meeting with the hospital where Yvette had kept my father. They had been discreet to make sure that Yvette was only alerted after the meeting had been done. Zane and I were to go see him while Lucien and Theo were swamped with the preparation for Lucien's first public appearance.I was worried about Enoch and Wolfe recognising Lucien, but he knew that they would recognise him, and now it meant the war was on full display for the entire world to see. I could not stop or delay it any further. With the Thamore and Wolfe families at each other's necks, now was the best time to come out, knowing that one of them would try to save their neck by associating themselves with Lucien.My money was on my father, even though I knew too little about Wolfe; Enoch has never done anything that was going to benefit others. He always thought about himself first without fail. Yvette's taunting messages about how I was a selfish daughter
NIRELLEWhen I step out of the bathroom with a robe wrapped around my body, Lucien has left me a sundress folded on the chair. I walk to it and feel the silkiness of the material. I wondered why he had picked the dress, but I changed into it and used his lotion to moisturise my body.He was nowhere to be found, and I wondered where he was, but I climbed into the bed and began to go through my phone. Cassian's texts do not stop, and I wonder how shameless he has to be to send me such texts. When he had decided to fight against us, he did not care, but now that things seemed to be turning against him, he did not hesitate to try and harass me.I roll my eyes as I read through his text. A link pops up on my screen, and it is from the high school group chat. With the way they all seemed to shift sides now, I am convinced of how fickle people are. No one was really on your side; all they cared about was talk. I open the link, and it is a full article.All of the things Cassian had done and t
LUCIEN"I love you." The words slipped out of my mouth, but I did not regret it at all because I meant them and have known for a long time that I did."You can say it," I urge when, instead of her declaring her love for me, she just stands there staring at me. I open my mouth, but instead of words flowing out, she is kissing me as if her life depended on it. I hold onto her waist and lean into the kiss, pushing her back to the bed gently. I spin her around so I take the impact from the fall.She falls onto me and fits in perfectly as if she were meant to be there. My hands dig through her hair as I continue to kiss her. I let go and continue leaving long, hard bites on her neck. She moans in response, and I had never thought that my favourite sound from her would be wordless.She suddenly pulls away, her hair dropping to cover her face as she looks down at me with a childlike wonder. "Did something happen?" I also feel a bit conscious about doing so. Had I done something I shouldn't ha
NIRELLE'ASK YOUR HUSBAND TO STOP'I stare at Cassian's message, and even though he hadn't spoken, I could feel the desperation in his tone. Was he the one in a tight corner now? Did his plan to push us back finally backfire? I stare at the message, and then the door to the closet opens, and Lucien comes out.I gawked at him and then glanced at his face; his expression told me that he knew what he was doing when he proudly walked out of the bathroom with wet hair and a glistening chest from the water. I press my lip inward and bite on it. What was he trying to achieve by doing this?"Nirelle?" He snapped his fingers in the air, and it was then I realised that he had been speaking with me."Yeah?" I say, closing my eyes to stop the visual from consuming my mind. When I opened my eyes, he was still standing there, the same as ever, not even changed. "What is it?" I manage to stutter as I look at him."You are staring," he pointed to my face with a subtle smirk across his face."I am?" I