Celia’s POV His hands are cold and soft. He is bleeding everywhere. I stood in the in the middle of that mess not knowing what to do as the rain poured over his body. It is getting dark when Amy dashed me to reach him. She picked him up easily. I saw the blood gushing down the length of my right leg. I touched my back and saw the red color on my finger tips. Amy is taking him away and I stood like that staring at her while I find myself in the puddle of blood. Blood. It hitched my heart beat. “No.” I yell. “No.” I beg when my hands are pinned to the bed. I could see him muttering something. Now, he is warm. His hands are warm. I tried to push him away. No, this is a dream. He is here to play with my life again. He stayed still not letting me move. He is above me saying things in my ears which I barely heard. He kissed me on my face, on every tear until he simmers me down. I heard him squirting the air making something like a whooshing sound, “Hush..Shu.. I’ve got you.” I cu

Celia’s POV         It is really hard. Really, really hard trying to cook when you have a horny, caring and possessive husband making you wet for no reason. I cringe when I look for making words for what he is doing to me beneath his shirt I wore. I am making the sauce by mixing gochugaru, oyster sauce, minced garlic, and black pepper together in a small bowl to add it to the pan in which the onions, beef and jalapenos are being cooked. I am making this spicy stir fried noodles, if only he lets me.      Did I mention him horny earlier? He is making me one now. I wouldn’t have cared how many marks he left on my neck when I was cooking. But, his hands are to be stopped before they travelled too south. I squeeze my legs in an attempt to put a halt for his luring torments. I should have known. His rough hands lingering between my soft thighs is much worse.     “I am trying to cook.” I

Celia's POV     When I was a teen after my mother died, Cayden took me out for a small vacation, which is in fact a way out from the reality. One thing he never guessed is that one could see the hill on which my mother died without binoculars. The whole plan and purpose of that distraction in the name of a trip had no meaning at all. It was like I ran from something for years and at last, I thought I was free when I actually fell right into the arms of that thing I have been avoiding.     This is the least I could describe about the encounter with Jonathan and Amy and most importantly, my meeting with Alexander for the first and next time. Maybe, the view of Casa Del Mar can be related to that. I have never believed in fate. But, after everything happened, I came to a conclusion that there are two fates I could not avoid in any circumstances. One- the departure of my loved ones, possibly deaths. Two- the intrusion of the people who hate

Celia’s POV    I am lying flat on my stomach being semi naked, my hands rested under my chin. He is beside me looking at the ceiling and lost in thoughts. After a prolonged silence, I tried to make a conversation. “Shall we..”   “That morning, when I was going to London, you knew you were pregnant. You seemed disturbed and I felt that something is off. You were hiding that truth. And I know, Celia. You are hiding something again.”   I lick my lips getting ready for this inevitable conversation. “I wasn’t sure that I was pregnant. It is just my emotional state running from here to there. I have been over thinking. I am sure as hell it sucks and you don’t start that too. Come on, our French toast is waiting.”    He smiles a little and let this go which is so unlike him. Maybe, he is trying to give me space. He didn’t ask me if I will join the sh

Celia’s POV “He made you do what?” Ryan asked with an expression that is shouting impossible and unbelievable. “He asked me to talk about everything happened in his absence. He wanted me to think of them and realise that it has happened because I was made to believe that he betrayed me.” I explained for the fifth time. “I am afraid he is going to take my place now. Does it worked?” “Yeah. I no more think of the past five months. But, I am acting weirdly. We were so happy. We cooked, kissed, slept and then, they arrived. It was like everything we built again just collapsed. I felt home until then. After their visit, when Alex talked about going back to New York and house, I feel,.. I don’t know. I am terrified like it is some sort of danger. My insides were squirming. They are shouting not to go back. And again the very thought of parting with Alexander is like ripping my chest. I don’t understand what I want and what I feel. I lied to him.” Ryan looks at me like he is