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Iāve been gone for so long and that isnāt fair to anyone. A few reasons: Iāve been incredibly sick. I know I was sick not too long before this, but then I got sick AGAIN AND WORSE! and Iāve been recovering for so long but Iām strong now, and my first priority is getting back into writing for all of you Work has also been very demanding but it has slowed down this month, and trust me Iām going to make it up to all of you. Weāre getting at least 2 chapters today, maybe even more. I hate to let you guys down, but donāt worry, we have chapters coming, and I promise to make it up to all of you. I love you guys. Thanks for being so patientš« Love - Rachelle šAva ~~~ I hate how Niccoās smell soothes me. Not because heās looking at me like Iām the most beautiful thing heās ever laid eyes on, but because heās familiar, everything about him is: chocolate brown eyes, comforting scent, firm but soft arms⦠I scurry away from him, grateful that - somehow - my hair has kept its bun. But, with the look on his face, I have a feeling Iām not going to be grateful for much longer. āHow did you get into Leonelās backyard?ā I breathe out. He eyes me like he didnāt hear me, and a look between awe and jealousy crosses his handsome face. āWow.ā He whispers, taking a step forward as i immediately back away, āYou look beautiful.ā I blush, unsure how to take a compliment. āYou look like youāre committing a felony. Why are you in Leonelās backyard?ā He raises his face back to mine, as if breaking out of a trance, āI pushed down some empty tables, and when the guards in that area went to check out the sound, I jumped over the fence.ā āTha
Leonel ~~~ Rafael. Not Ava. Not me. Not the beauty of the wedding. No. Those arenāt the things my guests are whispering about. Itās all my son. āWhoās that boy Madison is carrying?ā āWhy does he look so much like the Leonel Sinclair?ā āCould he be his uncle?ā āBut why would Leonel allow his ex-wife hold his nephew?ā āDon't be stupid! Thatās obviously a secret son.ā At the word āsonā, my knees buckle, and I reach for the table by the window Iām looking out of to steady myself. This cannot be happening. Even in keeping her mouth shut, Madison somehow still made herself and my son the spectacle of the night. āMaybe spying on your guests is hurting more than helping you?ā Riley says behind me. I turn around to see her dressed in a flowery pink dress, a single pink rose in her hands, and her usually untamable hair put up in a high, curly bun. āYou look nice,ā I say absent-mindedly. āAnd you look like shit.ā She replies, āGod I canāt believe sheās actually
Ava ~~~ āThis bun is a mess.ā Evie mumbles. She pulls the loose strands so tight into the bun that I feel like my head is on fire. That could also be due to the fact that this wedding is meant to start in 20 minutes: the guests are seated, the press is waiting, and I think Leonel is already standing at the end of the altar, expecting me. I could faint, but just as I think my vision is blurring, Bella pulls the corset on my back so tight that Iām forced to straighten. āBella!ā I wheeze. āDo it tighter next time,ā Evelyn replies, her voice more stoic than ever. Okay, so I definitely didnāt imagine her trying to yank the hair off my head. āEvie, come on, are you really going to be mad at me?ā She loops some hair around my bun, āMad? Why would I be mad? Just because I think youāre making a big mistake and arenāt thinking of the consequences doesnāt mean Iām mad.ā She yanks my hair again. āUh-huh,ā I mutter as I flinch away from her touch. āYou do realise the sister of the gro
Ava~~~ āMadisonās just sitting there.ā Riley mumbles, spying out the window, āSheās not talking to reporters but sheās just sitting there.ā Leonel doesnāt seem relieved about this like I thought heād be, āShe wouldnāt talk to them. She knows if she says something Iām truly going to walk away forever. She doesnāt want that to happen. Sheās trying to start some war but I just donāt know whatā¦ā Leonel shakes his head and turns to me, his eyes softening, āAre you okay?ā Well, itās not every wedding you meet your fiancĆ©ās son for the first time, so I think the blatant answer is no. Itās also not every wedding you have to be asked āare you okayā every 4 seconds. But I remember how soft Rafael was to my touch. He seems angelic. I know Madison came here with evil intentions, but actually seeing the boy⦠calmed me. Heās not nasty. Heās not spoiled. And he still has his innocence. Heās not Madison. So, for that reason, I tilt my chin forward and answer, āIām okay⦠heās perfec
Hey Wylders šIāve been gone for so long and that isnāt fair to anyone.A few reasons:Iāve been incredibly sick. I know I was sick not too long before this, but then I got sick AGAIN AND WORSE! and Iāve been recovering for so long but Iām strong now, and my first priority is getting back into writing for all of you Work has also been very demanding but it has slowed down this month, and trust me Iām going to make it up to all of you. Weāre getting at least 2 chapters today, maybe even more. I hate to let you guys down, but donāt worry, we have chapters coming, and I promise to make it up to all of you.I love you guys. Thanks for being so patientš«Love - Rachelle š
Leonel ~~~ Enough is enough. Itās one thing for Madison to threaten not to help my business or to come to my house to fight Ava, or even to cheat on me. But this? This is where I have to draw the line. Iām flying down the stairs before I can stop myself, and I feel Ava hot on my trail. āLeonel!ā She sounds alarmed. āWhat are you going to do?ā āWhat I should have done a long time ago.ā Before I can move any further, Ava whizzes in front of me and places a hand to my chest. āAnd what exactly should you have done a long time ago? You just learnt about the boy today; you canāt cause a scene now.ā Her eyes are wide as she talks to me, almost like sheās trying to peer into my soul. But if she could see the dark thoughts brewing there, she would never talk to me again. āIām not going to cause a scene,ā I assure her, taking the hand she still has on my chest and intertwining our fingers. āI just want to put a stop to Madisonās nonsense.ā Ava glances at our fingers, her g







