LOGINCIARA
"You are pregnant." "I beg your pardon?" "You're pregnant, Miss." "How could I possibly be pregnant? I'm on the pill, and I take the morning-after pill every time despite my IUD. There is no way those test results are accurate." The doctor stares at me for a while "Do you have your pills with you?" "Yes, I do, Doctor Richard." "Let me see it." I hand it over, and he checks the tablets. He stays quiet for a while before clearing his throat "I'm sorry, Miss Ciara, but these are just vitamins." There's a sudden ringing in my head as I stare at him in shock. No way. All along, I'd suspected Matthew had messed with my things. But to get me pregnant just for me to stay with him? Who on earth does this? I swallow and shift uncomfortably in my seat. "I want an abortion." Doctor Richard stares at me "Are you sure Miss Ciara? Why not take some time to think about it?" I shake my head "No...I want an abortion right now. I will not stay one more hour knowing I'm still pregnant with this child." He nods. "Okay then. A nurse will escort you to a ward and prepare you for the surgery. Do you have any questions?" "No." "Would you like to know how far along you are?" "No I won't." The nurse takes me to the ward where I'm changed while I lie down and stare at the hospital walls and ceilings. I sent Calista a message, "Babes, I need to stay with you for some weeks. I'm a bit down." A second later, her response comes in "Tell me where you're at, and I'd come get you right now." I smile sadly as tears fall from my eyes "I'd come by myself, Calista, no worries, love you." "Love you more, darling." I stare into nothing as I try to stop my tears...I'm an only child with absent parents, and I should welcome this child openly, but I completely refuse to be manipulated and controlled in this manner. I stand slowly and walk away from the hospital, taking a cab to the beach, where I stay, reflecting on things in the breeze. As an orphan, the closest I've got to family is Calista; she became my friend at the early age of six after I lost my parents. Her mother practically adopted me, but Mathew never agreed to them adopting me legally, so I stayed with them all my life as a guest. I avoided him like the plague despite my crazy crush on him, until one day after my nineteenth birthday. I had just returned from hanging out, Calista stayed back with Chad her date while I returned home early. Matthew was apparently in a very bad mood. I should have simply walked away, but I couldn't; my heart ached as I watched him light up cigarette after cigarette pacing the pool, and so I went to him "Matthew, are you okay?" He eyes me from head to toe and then pours himself a bottle of gin, ignoring me totally. "You know, talking to me could make you feel much better." He scoffs and then smirks "The only way you can make me feel better is if I'm balls deep inside you" There's a stunned silence as I stare at him in shock; I've always made sure to stay out of his way, never crossing paths with him " Who's stopping you, Mathew?" For the first time since I've known him, he looked lost and confused. He clears his throat "You should leave now." Looking back now, maybe I should have walked away, but I was so in love with him that I just wanted my turn with him even once. I moved even closer to him, then removed the very flimsy gown I had on, then removed my bra as my breasts spilt free, and he groaned as he hardened in his briefs "You really should go, little girl...it's for your own good." I scoff then walk up to him "What is it about me that even reminds you of a little girl? Tell me you don't like what you see, I dare you." He stares but backs away " I need you to leave now Ciara" I ignore him and face him squarely as I remove the glass of scotch with him and place his palms on my breasts, palming and squeezing with his hands as he groans but still tries to walk away so I hold his cock through his briefs and he screams "Fuck...I gave you time to walk away, you didn't." I ignore him and kneel before him, removing his cock from his briefs as I lick him up sloppily, I play with his sac a bit more before I bulb my head down his massive cock as he grunts then pulls me up and kisses me, he carries me via the back door and takes me to his room as he bounces me into his bed and comes down on me, using his mouth on my pussy lip as I squirm in pleasure but he doesn't stop there, he torments me with his fingers before finally lining himself at my entrance as I go still "Oh..Ciara, there is no backing out after this." I should have warned him, he was my first but I'm so distracted until he slams into me I lose my sense of presence and scream in pain "Fuck...why didn't you tell me you were a virgin Ciara?" Tears pull at my eyes, and he pauses as he dries my tears "Should I stop Ciara?" "No.. don't stop" "Thank you for letting me be your first, I'd be your last." He slams back in, pulls out, repeats the motion, but after a while, it begins to feel so good my fingers claw at his back "You're so tight, and you feel so good" He groans "You're so big, Mathew, you feel so good...faster" And so he dives even faster into me and for a moment it feels like my vagina might snap into two but it doesn't as my orgasm catches on and he cums, grunting and brutally drilling into me. "There's no going back after this, Ciara." I should have listened to him, believed him, but I was lost in my stolen moments with him as he began coming to me every day after that day. I made sure Calista or anyone else didn't find out. "Why on earth did you get an IUD, Ciara?" "Because I'm not ready to become anyone's mother. I'm still a child myself." "Come on, Cici, we've only been together for days, and the first thing you get is an IUD? If you get pregnant, I'd take care of both you and the baby." I scoff "Dream on Matthew..I'm not removing this IUD. I'd rather have us go our separate ways instead." "Whoa! Woah! Calm down, Ciara. Alright,t I'm fine with it if it's what you want. My phone rings, bringing me out of my reverie as Calista's voice comes through "What's keeping you, Ciara? I'm on my way now." I leave the beach and go to her family home because he lives alone and he never goes there. But as I step through the door and laugh while hugging Calista, I find Mathew staring at me from across the room.CIARA The lace veil resting over my hair didn't feel like something a bride should wear.It felt like armor.I stood in front of the full-length mirror in the master suite, staring at my reflection as the morning light spilled through the tall windows. For a second, my breath fogged the glass before the room's climate system cleared it away again.The white silk gown had been tailored to perfection. Elegant. Timeless. It skimmed over my body, carefully disguising the slight curve of my stomach that only Mathew and I knew was there. Three months. Our little secret.Instead of delicate heels, I wore soft leather flats beneath the dress. They were comfortable, practical, and stable enough to carry me over the stone steps outside if I needed to move quickly.Old habits didn't disappear just because you put on a wedding dress."The last guest just came through the gate."Carlista's voice pulled me away from my reflection.She leaned against the bedroom doorway, one hand supporting the cur
MATHEW The rain over Riverhead Cemetery never came down in a steady fall. It lingered in the air like a cold mist, settling into my black coat until the wool felt heavy across my shoulders. Beneath my boots, the ground had turned into thick mud that clung to every step.I stood at the edge of my mother's grave, shoulders squared against the wind.Ciara stood close beside me, her hand wrapped tightly around my arm. She hadn't fully recovered from collapsing earlier, and I could feel the slight tremble in her fingers every time another gust of wind swept across the cemetery.On my other side, Carlista rested both hands protectively over the gentle curve of her stomach. She looked exhausted, her face pale beneath the black shawl draped over her shoulders.There weren't many people there.There was no extended family. No old friends.Just the people who mattered.Louis stood a short distance away beside the parked SUVs, silent as ever, watching everything without seeming to move. Detecti
CIARA The basement processing room felt colder than usual.The white lights overhead buzzed softly, washing everything in a harsh white glow that made the concrete walls seem even more lifeless. I stood beside Mathew, my hand resting lightly against the curve of my stomach. Ever since my memories came back, nothing had felt simple anymore. Every thought carried another secret. Every answer uncovered a deeper lie.Across the room, Carlista lowered herself carefully into a chair, one hand instinctively cradling her own growing belly. Detective Collins stood beside the computer terminal, his tired face more solemn than I'd ever seen it.He didn't waste time."It's Eleanor," he said quietly.The words stole the air from my lungs."Eleanor?" I repeated.Collins nodded. "The correctional facility was blown up by a random wire connecting wrongly. Unofficially..." He shook his head. "None of us believe that."Silence settled over the room.Then he plugged a flash drive into the computer."Be
MATHEW The silver terminal on the library desk hadn't even finished its midday security check when a sharp, continuous alarm shattered the silence.I looked up immediately.That tone only meant one thing.Something catastrophic had happened.My right hand, still wrapped in fresh white bandages, rested on the polished mahogany desk as I reached for the secure phone. Across the room, Ciara lay asleep on the sofa beneath a thick blanket. She'd been out for almost three hours, completely exhausted after everything she'd endured in London. For the first time in days, she looked peaceful.Carlista was downstairs in the medical wing recovering, while Louis was outside checking the perimeter sensors near Mile Marker Twelve.Everything should have been calm.The estate was secure.Or at least, it was supposed to be.I lifted the receiver."Mathew."Collins' voice hit me before I could speak. He sounded nothing like himself. There were sirens screaming behind him, people shouting over one anot
CIARA The morning light spilled through the tall arched windows of the North Shore library, washing everything in a pale golden glow that made the room feel more like a museum than a home. It illuminated the rows of old books, the polished wood shelves, and the portraits of long-dead men who had built their fortunes without leaving behind much worth remembering.I sat curled into one corner of the leather sofa with a mug of herbal tea cradled between my hands. The tea had gone lukewarm a long time ago, but I hadn't taken more than a few absent-minded sips. I simply held it because it gave my hands something to do.For the first time in days, the house was quiet.Across from me, Mary and Carlista occupied matching armchairs near the fireplace. Neither of them seemed eager to break the silence. We all looked exhausted. Forty-eight hours of nonstop fighting, chasing leads, sleepless nights, and impossible decisions had left marks on every one of us.Mary finally closed the tablet balanc
CIARA I had refused to stay in Mathew's room- our room since I returned back to the house. I woke up and stretched but discovered Adam wasn't beside me.A floorboard groaned in the hallway. I closed my eyes back and feigned sleep as I heard footsteps.The door handle turned with a whisper of brass. He stepped into the room, his silhouette a massive, looming shadow against the pale moonlight that filtered through the curtains. He stayed by the door for a long time, watching me, curled in bed.I felt the mattress dip near the foot of Adam's bed as he moved, but he didn't wake me.When he finally moved toward the armchair, he was silent. He knelt in front of me, his knees hitting the rug with a soft thud. I didn't move, but my breath caught in my throat, a tiny, involuntary hitch that I knew he caught.His hand, when it finally reached out to brush the hair away from my face, was trembling. Just a fraction. It was the only sign that the man who had stared down a bounty hunter in a
MATHEW I stood in the centre of the ring, my knuckles wrapped in tape, looking at the guy opposite me. Tony. The same guy who had been buying drinks for Ciara at the university bar for months. The same guy who looked at her with those smarmy, possessive eyes and the same idiot who came with her to
CIARAMaggie's eyes narrowed as she took in our dishevelled state-mud-caked shoes, rain-soaked clothes, and the undeniable scent of sex clinging to us like a second skin. I instinctively stepped back, crossing my arms over my chest as if that could hide the evidence of our encounter."Well, isn't t
CIARAMaggie's eyes narrowed as she took in our dishevelled state-mud-caked shoes, rain-soaked clothes, and the undeniable scent of sex clinging to us like a second skin. I instinctively stepped back, crossing my arms over my chest as if that could hide the evidence of our encounter."Well, isn't t
I began pacing around. "Go check out Ciara's movement, and if she's recently made new friends. "Damn .. I need to fix this fast." What did you find?""She's just recently started seeing Tony. She's not made new friends, and she just got out of the hospital."I still go very still at the word hosp







