She was killed by her husband and her twin sister just because of her money, left to burn with the baby in her womb, and after obtaining a third degree burn, she is left unrecognizable, a complete monster. But that doesn't bother her, because her baby is safe and sound, but then, she hears that her baby, her precious baby boy did not make it, and all hell is let loose. Now, after going through numerous plastic surgeries, she is reborn, with more vigor and fire in her heart, and more beauty to her credit. She is set out to kill and destroy, and nothing will stand in her way, not even a second chance at love; or will it?
Lihat lebih banyakAngel's POV
“ Don”t worry darling, she is going to die with that pregnancy, and when she finally dies, we will have the world to ourselves”, Dominic said, caressing Anne’s face as the silly bitch giggled happily. That was the last stroke that broke the carmel's back. I had walked in on them pounding into each other as if their lives depended on it, my husband and my twin sister, on my matrimonial bed, the very bed that the baby in my womb was conceived, screaming and moaning at the top of their voices, and I had tightly covered my mouth to prevent myself from screaming as I watched the ungodly scene before me. “ But hey, how sure can you be that she will die while giving birth?” Anne asked, placing her hand over my husband's chest, the very chest that I had slept on last night. “ Of course I'm very sure. Look, she doesn't want anyone to know, but she has a high risk pregnancy, and even her doctor has told her that she has only twenty percent chance of survival, she and the beast she's carrying in her belly”, he said with such clarity and disgust in his voice, so much disgust that even the baby in my womb kicked so hard. “ What the hell is going on here!” I screamed as I barged into the room, ignoring the fact that the little one in my belly was practicing kung fu, and startling the two idiots that were having the time of their lives. “ What in God's name is……”, I covered my mouth as hot tears streamed down, leaving me unable to continue with what I wanted to say. Dominic scrambled out of the bed, his flat dick swinging from North to South as he rushed to put on his pants which were hanging hopelessly on the window pane, while Anne immediately covered herself up with the blanket. “ Anne why?” I asked, the tears flowing endlessly, the pain in my heart growing, and the pain in my pelvic area intensifying. “ Why Anne? What have I ever done to you? Why Anne, why?” I was screaming at this point, out of control, “ why? I asked, heading towards Dominic, “ what did you do to my sister? What have you done to her? Why? Of everyone, every fucking person in the world, why does it have to be my sister?” I grabbed his lose pants, pushing him around as much as my strength could allow me and punching him. “ Tell me why, you son of bitch”, I said and unexpectedly, he pushed me so hard that I almost met the floor. “ Enough!” He screamed angrily, taking me by surprise, “ enough Angel, cut it out”, he sounded firm, so firm as if he was scolding a child, and I was so sure that if I had a knife with me, I would've cut out his penis, since he was telling me to “ cut it out”. I turned to Anne who was still on the bed, looking so pitiful as if she wasn't moaning in ecstasy just a couple of minutes ago. “ And you, what did he do to you? Why would you want to kill me? What did I ever do to you!” I was basically running mad, and the intensity of my voice was proof of that. “ Oh please shut the fuck up!” Dominic retorted, banging his hand so hard on the window that it broke, injuring him in the process. He approached me like a hungry beast and grabbed me my the shoulders, “ keep your fucking voice down, unless you want to die earlier than your doctor predicted”, he said coldly, sending cold shivers down my spine. For the five long years that we have been married, never have I ever felt so afraid of him, of the devil that was standing before me. He left me as I stood there, completely speechless. Anne got up from the bed, still holding the blanket to her chest as she came closer. “ I'm sorry sis”, she said coldly, looking me dead in the eye, like she had never done before, making me wonder if the person before me was really my sister or a doppelganger, “ I am so sorry for what I did, but isn't it unfair?” He demeanor turned colder, “ isn't it unfair that only you get to have all the good things? The money, the spouse, the house, everything, don't you think it's unfair?” “ Is that why you slept with my husband?!” I screamed, “ huh? Is that why you both were planning to kill me?” “ Shh”, she put a finger over my lips, “ we were not planning anything, we were just saying what was bound to happen. Although, the plan to kill you would've been invited if you eventually survive giving birth to that thing you're carrying”. She drew closer to my ears and whispered, “ it's time you give up sis, don't worry, I'll take very good care of your husband”. The rage in me couldn't be held down again, and I unleashed it. I grabbed her hair, forcing the blanket to fall to the ground as we both struggled with each other's hair. I tried with all my strength to rip her hair off her head, and she did the same. “ Get off of me!”, she screamed as she kept struggling, completely naked. “ Leave her alone!” Dominic commanded as he separated us, and as angry as I was, I faced him, throwing slaps and punches his way. The next thing happened in a flash. One minute, I was standing, fighting vigorously, and the next minute I was on the floor, lying on the pieces of shattered glass table which my head had broken. I didn't even realize it, but he had pushed me, so so hard, and as I laid there, bleeding to death, they; Dominic and Anne, stared down at me. “ What are we going to do?” Anne asked, trembling. She must've gotten scared after seeing my split open head and the blood that was everywhere. “ Come, grab a dress”, he said to her and she quickly put a sundress over her naked body and he held her by the hand as they ran out. I laid there for what seemed like eternity, awaiting death, until I started perceiving smoke. The smoke increased, and in no time, the room was also on fire, together with the entire house. The only thing on my mind was the fact that my baby was dying. The child that I had longed to have, was going to get burnt, along with it's undeserving mother.Three Months LaterFiona always wanted to be a June bride. There was something about thelonger days and the warmer weather—the excitement of summer startingand the new season in life. For the past two months, she had been inplanning mode while consumed with meetings, and television and radiointerviews gaining traction with the newly formed Robert MerrillFoundation. Tens of thousands of names had already been added to thenational registry since she and Chris went public with their remarkablestory. Because of their dedication to the project, other foundations wereeager and willing to partner with them, much to her excitement. But all thatwould have to wait—until after she wed the love of her life and herbusiness partner, Chris Ballard.Sitting on the window seat in the library nook of Stone Farm, shewatched as her closest friends and new family milled about in the vibrantgreen meadow beyond the house. White folding chairs were lined up withgarlands of wildflowers hanging o
The wood stain dripped from the paintbrush onto Fiona’s coveralls andmade her moan with displeasure. She had been careful all afternoon, tryingto finish staining the shelving on the last bookcase until her little mishap.“What’s wrong?” Chris asked, entering the room. His worn flannel shirtwas un-tucked and hung over his faded jeans. He looked like a lumberjackwith his bearded face and muscular arms.“I dripped on my new coveralls, and now they’re ruined,” she pouted.He bought her the simple denim overalls while they were in town, the giftmaking her squeal with delight.“They’re not ruined. You just broke them in is all,” he grinned, taking arag and dabbing it across the denim bib. She couldn’t help but smile as hedoted on her.“There, good as new,” he assured, taking the brush from her hand andsetting it across the open stain container. “Come with me. You’ve been atthis all day, and it’s getting dark. I think it’s time for a break. I don’t wantyou to overdo it.”“I’m almos
“Thank you, Quinn, you’ve been a great help.” Chris shook the man’shand with intention, knowing how much he had helped Fiona for the lastseveral weeks.“It’s my job.” He grinned, walking Chris to the elevator. “Well, you certainly do it well.” Scooping Saint up into his arms, heentered the elevator car and pressed the button. “Good night.”“Good night Mr. Ballard.”Wanting to give Fiona a moment after the long emotional night, Christook it upon himself to take Saint outside to do his business. She told himon the car ride over how much she depended on her doorman, Quinn andhow the two of them had become friends. Knowing Ritchie and Bruce hadgone back to Boston after her surgery, and most of her circle of friendsthought she was vacationing, Chris was relieved she at least had Quinn tohelp her out. That she wasn’t alone after what she went through broughtChris peace, and he respected Quinn even more, thanking him profusely.Holding Saint in his arms as the elevator car ascende
“Is she the one? Is she Ma’s donor?” Michael yelled over the applause.Chris fixated on Fiona’s face. She didn’t have to say his mother’s nameout loud—he knew without a doubt, she was the one.Nodding at his brother, Michael and Anne sprang into action and helpedRosie out of her seat. The threesome headed toward the front of the stagewith his mother animated, shaking her head as if overwhelmed to meet heranonymous donor face-to-face finally. Only Fiona Merrill wasn’tanonymous anymore.“Chris, what are you waiting for?” his brother yelled over his shoulder.Every cell in his being buzzed with an electrical current, and hetrembled with the realization of what Fiona had done to save his mother’slife. She was the miracle he had prayed for.An image flashed in his mind of Fiona lying on her couch mere weeksbefore. Thinking back to that day, he realized, unbeknownst to him at thetime, she had been in recovery mode—no wonder she didn’t meet him inthe lobby; she was unable to. Why h
“Is that her?” Anne asked loudly over the applause.Chris nodded. He was a robot, standing among the crowd, pounding hishands together, shocked at the sight of Fiona.“Oh, my god! She’s beautiful!”Anne was right—something was stunning about the woman standing onthat stage. She was demure and beguiling. Her features seemed softer, withno traces of her usually resting bitch face. Something significant hadchanged, and his heart surged, the desire to be closer to her, making it hardto concentrate.Fiona wore long white gloves and clasped her hands in front of her. Theblue tulle gown she wore was embellished with beads, crystals, and littleflowery ornaments—paillettes, he recalled her explaining to him. Theankle-length tiered fringe skirt swished when she moved, and theembellishments winked in the lights. He remembered this dress—it was thesame one she was wearing the very first night they met at the Cipriani Club.That was the night her ex-boyfriend broke things off with her—th
Chris counted down the days until he would see Fiona again. Theirinitial visit was a bit unusual and short and sweet. She had told him she’dbeen under the weather, and he didn’t want to push it, opting to leave so shecould get some rest. He was also curious about the sealed envelope shegave him, anxious to open it away from her apartment. The cardstock invitation inside didn’t give much away. At the top werethe bold letters, VIP, and below that, the neatly embossed cursive letters andnumbers of the date, time, and the address of the Four Seasons. Leave it toFiona Merrill to have some kind of event at a fancy hotel. The part thatperplexed him the most was her inviting his entire family. Why? Why wasit so important to have his family there, and what in the hell was this eventanyway? She had never met any of them. The entire thing made absolutelyno sense. The magnetic pull between him and Fiona was undeniable, and heneeded answers. After his initial visit, they started text
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