Ryan POV:-"Because you know you are nothing on your own."I sneered at her which caused her to look at me in aversion and intense resentment.“You cannot do anything, you are a nobody at this point.” I whispered temptingly.From what I have heard about her from Marianne, she can even build an empire of her own by herself without any support.“So, what are you going to do?” I asked.Due to some tragedy she lost her will and her skills or else I would be interested to see her at her best.She then narrowed her eyes at me and stood up, "Yeah, I know it. I am nothing but some worthless trash, so throw me out." She spoke her ridiculous words which made me narrow my eyes at her as I pulled away. I leaned on the table and ran my hands in my hair in frustration.“Stop this, Rebecca.” I let out a scowl, infuriated by her absurd words.“This will lead you nowhere.” I turned to look at her, she seemed unaffected which fuelled my anger more. I put my hands on the armrest of the chair as I hisse
It's been a month of our marriage and after that night, I didn't even try to be intimate with her. We lived our lives ignoring each other. Whenever I try to touch her I don't know but something pulls me back. I still wanted to see her destruction, the day when she'll beg me for forgiveness for destroying my life and not just her but everyone, including you too, Marianne. ‘You shattered my heart, I ‘loved’ you dearly and you just... leave it, all I can do now is to curse all of you.’ It somehow became a routine of mine to be awake by Rebecca. “Mr Knight. Wake up.” She woke up before me and then came after a while to wake me up and then wait for me to get ready as she hung clothes outside the closet for me knowing that I'll never wear the clothes chosen by her but still. “Breakfast is served.” And then I'll walk out in my shirt and pants as she'll help me to wear my coat and then she'll fasten the tie around my neck. “Don’t do it.” I said coldly. “I will do whatever I want
Rebecca POV:- My chest tightened as my eyes felt heavy, my body ached as I couldn't comprehend my surroundings. “Argh…” I can barely open my eyes, everything is vague, I can't even think properly. “Dammit.” I put my hand over my forehead and rubbed it to receive any solace but no avail. A deep sigh escaped my lips and I can felt tears, blurring my vision, due to this stupid flu. “Mari- Argh.” I sniffed and laid on the bed and covered myself with the duvet. I closed my eyes and instantly fell into a deep slumber. The sleep wasn't sound, it seems like it was out of misery as if I can't sleep but I have to as I have to spare some mercy upon myself and give me some time to recover. Some time passed and it's lunch time, the door knocked, waking me up from my deep slumber. I sat up as a sudden pain went through my veins. I winced in pain and asked tentatively, "Who's there?" "Ma'am It's Jen. Please eat something and take medicine." I just hummed and she entered. “Yeah..” I
We both are at the loss of words and we know they will only make the matter worse as our silence spoke words which held in-depth emotion but we cannot even understand it and considered them irrelevant. “Close your eyes.. Go to sleep, everything is fine…” He whispered, kissing my neck softly. I felt disgusted at myself, I hated myself for it. I detest myself for liking this solace I am receiving from him. ‘I felt so revolting, how can I feel safe in those arms which desire to embrace my sister?’ How can I feel tranquility and insurance in this hand that tried to defile me? Why after all this his touch made me feel secure? I am so, so disgusted at myself. How can I feel anything for the person who loved my sister? He moved as we both laid down and I slept in his embrace. For the first time, the next morning, I saw him sleeping next to me, holding me close. His breath lingered on my face as my eyes widened. My heart skipped a beat and the heat emerging from him traveled in m
"I'll send you to Grandma's place. From now on, My wife will prepare every food I desire and according to my liking." My eyes widened when I heard it. "But Sir-" "You are dismissed, Flurry." He said looking away but not before sending a menacing glare in my direction. "Do you want to go, Flurry?" I asked. She looked at me then at Ryan and looked down as she shook her head 'no' hesitantly while tears brimmed in her eyes. "Fine then, I'll prepare your food and she will prepare mine... " I announce. "No one asked you." He said nonchalantly. "I am your wife. We distribute equal rights and she will stay here." I said. "You don't have any rights-" I cut him off by saying. "If you are the Head of the house then I am the Madam of the house, My words matter." I declared and stood up. "Flurry, make porridge for me for lunch and ask him what he wants so that I'll prepare it." I said and left for my room. I plopped myself on the bed, awaiting the devil to come and start an argument
Ryan POV:-It's midnight and it seems like the bed has lost its comfort and my slumber has been deprived of me. A strange coldness surged in me as I felt… Lonely. No bickering, no mocks, a pitch silence is spread across the room and an empty stomach. “What have I done?” I somehow felt alone because there's no one to snuggle close to me. A numbness took over me as I laid on the bed, frustrated. I put my hand over my face and emit a deep breath. I shouldn't have said that, no matter what, if anything happened to her, it would be my fault. “No, she is okay, she is with her sister.” I tried to reassure myself. But at the same time, some uneasiness and distress lingered in my heart as my heartbeat became faint in dread. “But what if she is not?” I sat up and got out of the bed. I went to the kitchen and thought about calling Rebecca.But after what I told her, I don't think it would be a good idea to talk to her over the phone.“Should I call her?”I looked for something to fill
“Why are you doing this to yourself?” I whispered tenderly. I looked at her, unconscious on my lap and for the first time, I ran my hands in her hair out of affection. “What good these tears gave you?” I asked again. I twirl my fingers in her hair as an involuntary smile crept upon my lips. She was breathing heavily while holding me close to her as if her life depended on me. And I don’t want to accept it but her clasp on my skin increased my heart rate along with unspokenly strange sensations. My fingers trailed down to her face, stroking them gently as the cold breeze embraced us. “Rebecca…” I called knowing my words are not reaching her. I brushed the sand off from her face and shoulders as I wiped her tears still gleaming her cheeks with the back of my palm. “I am sorry… It was my fault, I shouldn't have said that to you.” I apologize softly, caressing her gently. The dried tears on her cheek made my heart clench. I should have provided her solace, what's the point of
Rebecca POV:- I don't understand him, he is the one who threw me out of the house, over the phone, not to mention and then took me back. “What is his problem? Is Ryan bipolar or something?” I muttered, walking down. “He should have let me go so that he can live his life in peace.” I continued with a puff forming over my face. After all I have made his life hell, the look of loathe and betrayal always flashed in his eyes. Sometimes I feel compassion for him, he has no faults and is still stuck in the undesirable situation of spending his life with me. Me, whose own father threw her out, thinking of her as nothing but contempt and he is living with me. “Dammit.” My heart clenched as I leaned on the counter of the kitchen and put my hands over my chest and lowered my head. I closed my eyes as mystifying thoughts came to my mind and didn't let me think straight. I vaguely remember going to the beach, remembering those days when all of us used to go there and enjoy oursel