..and she's baaack! The crazy Ex is about to stir the pot! Keep reading, loves. XOXO
The throbbing in Ralph's head merged into one with the soft lapping of water trickling somewhere above. The cold floor under him had made his limbs hurt, but not his heart. Not his mind. Then—her voice. Ralph… Baby, please come back to me. His eyes flew open. Was she here? Why was she here? Had Silva just said that? He scanned around. Then it hit him; she was not in the room; it had come from inside him. His heart sank. Did she feel safe? Was she praying for him? Memories of her warm palms against his cheek, the evening she told him she was terrified of losing him, resurfaced. She had known. She somehow always knew. With his last little strength, Ralph turned his face and pressed it to the concrete floor, as though reaching toward her. "I'm coming, baby," he murmured. "No matter what they do, I'm coming home." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Pain distorted time. Come home, please. He heard Silva's voice in his thoughts again, and he became even more determined. He shifted. Just a
The cold sweat of fear broke out on Silvia's body when she heard that voice that had put her heart in turmoil the very first day she met him. She pushed her son closer to her body, covering his eyes from such a scene."What do you think you are doing? I swear you will regret it if you touch even a hair on my head," Silvia threatened, her voice shaky but stable under the circumstances.Laurent laughed very hard, his voice filling the room with its eerie sound like one of those creepy movies. He motioned to Marco to go upstairs and bring Celia downstairs; he was sparing no one in his hunt tonight.Celia was screaming all the way down the stairs until she got to Silvia's side, tears streaming down her beautiful face. She was shaking terribly like a leaf when her eyes met Laurent's face; she almost passed out from shock."Surprise!!! Celia, my love, it has been a while, hasn't it? Since you won't come to the mountain, the mountain has decided to visit you."Silvia looked at Celia's face i
"Mommy, I want some candy, please," Xavier pleaded, shaking his mom to wake her up.Silvia hissed before opening her eyes, her body feeling six times heavier than during the first trimester. "Xavier, what is it? Why aren't you sleeping, hun?" she asked, still sleepy."Mommy, I want to eat candy, please!" Xavier said over and over with a hopeful voice. He reached out with small fingers, inquisitively pushing into the roundness of her abdomen and hoping for an answer from within or for it to bounce back like a trampoline. He murmured, eyes wide with amazement, "Your tummy is so big now, Mommy. Is the baby eating all the candy, Mommy?"Silvia blinked slowly, noticing a slight smile on her lips despite the weariness she felt. "Maybe," she replied, softening her voice like she was telling him a top secret. "I think the baby has a sweet tooth already, just like his big brother. Every time you ask for candy, it kicks like he wants it too.”Xavier’s eyes widened in childlike wonder. “So the b
With tiny hands firmly grabbing onto his nanny Naëlle's arm, Xavier held on to her sleeve. He hadn't let go since they left the country home where he had been hiding the last few years. The boy's wide blue eyes shone with unanswered questions, questions the woman with him was unable to address. Burke sat at the front, hands on his knees. Beneath his controlled behavior, his thoughts went wild. He had often seen Xavier over the past years, striving to keep a thread of familiarity between the youngster and the family he had been parted from. But this—bringing him home, back to a house he had never visited and a family with old memories... “We’re almost there,” Burke murmured, eyes still fixed on the horizon. Behind them, the nanny gave Xavier a soft squeeze. “Remember what I told you, mon chou? Mommy and Daddy missed you so very much.”Xavier didn’t reply. He just nodded and turned to stare out the window.Coming into sight was the estate. 'Welcome Home, Xavier!' balloons were swaying
Silvia sat down, running her fingers over the picture of Xavier, their first son, who was still staying with his nanny because of the tension between her and her husband when Ralph had lost his memory. Ralph didn't want him then, and she also didn't want him around until it was absolutely safe for him to be brought back.Staring at his picture now made her feel a wave of guilt. Was she a terrible mother for doing what she did? She couldn't help but feel like she was the cruelest woman that had ever lived.He would be five in December; his birthday normally fell on The Royal Association's anniversary. Maybe that was the reason Ralph didn't really care when he was ill. When he got better, though, both of them had constantly kept in touch with the nanny. The constant threats to their lives had pushed them to make the tough decision of keeping him away, ultimately for his safety.That was not enough, though. She felt like a stone should be fastened to her neck at this rate. Damn it! How co
Marco sat on the sofa on the balcony looking at up the sky. Eyes dark, jaw tight. Becca had been dodging him for days now, ever since Laurent had that little chat with her. Sure, this place was huge. Plenty of rooms to disappear into. But they were all locked on the same damn floor, so what was the point? She couldn't continue this forever. Every meal was the same rubbish. She'd sit there, avoiding his eyes and purposefully ignoring him, staring at her plate intently. He pondered whether to go meet her now that Laurent wasn't around or he should hold his peace. Laurent was out doing whatever the hell Laurent did all day. Marco could go find her right now. Hash this out. Or he could sit here like an idiot, letting it eat at him.His chest felt tight. God, he was pathetic. Falling for someone who'd never look at him the way he wanted. Someone who was probably laughing at him behind his back. But the matter of the heart can not be dictated, although controlled.Nothing was going accord