2 months later..Maria's POVIt's been 2 months, 2 months of this. And It's been nothing but hell and burning hands.I've been cleaning the house every day for 2 MONTHS! Every day I get up at 4 am and start to clean this huge ass mansion all by myself. It usually takes me up to 18 hours every day, but at the start, it took me 20 hours. So 4 hours of sleep is the maximum I get everyday.Now it's Tuesday, February 5th at 4:00 am and I'm just getting myself out of bed. Recently, I've been feeling quite Ill. Every morning I wake up and a wave of nausea hits me like a truck, sometimes leaving me puking until I'm completely empty or pass out. I don't know if I'm pregnant; I had hoped to try and find out today, but there's no way of doing that without having Luke find out.If you're wondering, no, I don't sleep in the same room as Luke anymore, I sleep in the maids quarters. I mean, I'm not complaining or anything, it's a lot nicer than I thought it to be

The next morning at 8 am.Maria's POVI wake up startled this morning from hearing and abruptly loud snore let out of Luke. My head is resting on his chest and the remainder of our naked bodies are tangled together after the long night last night.I prop myself up, my breasts pressed against his chest and my hand stroking his sharp jaw. I place a kiss on his lips, murmuring, "good morning, Baby."His eyes flutter open, revealing his ocean blue orbs and he smiles. "Good morning, Bellissima." He returns the gesture with twice the passion, pulling my leg over him so that I straddle him.A shiver runs down my back at the feel of his bulge underneath my core.Sitting up, he pulls me even closer to him and begins grinding against me. "How did you sleep?" he asks as though what he's doing should have no affect on me.I bite down on my lip, trying to suppress a moan building up in me. I clench my legs together, trying to compose myself again.

Maria's POV"Socks, underwear, T-shirt's, pants, toothbrush..." I mumble to myself as I rummage through my backpack. Everything seems to be here, but I seem to be missing something important. "Aha! Money, I need money!"I zip the bag up and swing it over my shoulder. The door is locked but I have a plan to get my money and get the hell out of here. Who knows when Luke will be back?Our bedroom is on the second floor and has a balcony outlooking the pool below us, and just over lapping it by an inch. I'm still pretty sore from the beating I received, but I'm confident I can escape. There is absolutely no way I will let this child live a life like this; they deserve better than what I've received.I crack open the glass door to the balcony and look out to the pool. Currently there are no pool cleaners, maids, or guards in sight. This is my chance and the universe wants me to take it now.Taking my bag from my shoulder, I toss it down onto the dry gro

I hang up the phone in a panic, roughly letting it crash down on to the counter."No, no, no, he can't find me!" I cry out as I scurry back towards my bedroom where I plan to retrieve a suitcase and leave again.A creak of floor boards sound behind me. "But I already did, Maria"I hear the door close. I look over and see Luke standing there in all his glory of finding me.As he starts to walk up to me, I back into the wall, shielding myself with both my hands so I don't have to look him in his icy blue eyes.I eventually hit the wall and he puts both of his arms up by me, making a barrier.He chuckles evilly. "So, how has Maria been? Did your boyfriend fuck you as good as I do?" He asks, stroking my face with a rough thumb.I shed a tear as I look to him. "I- I never even kissed him, I swear!" I panic.He nodded. "Good, good..." he says, getting his face closer to mine. "Because you're mine!" He grabbed my arm tightly in his la

“Oh god Bethany!” I gasp, looking down at her bleeding and pale body.She peers up at me, nothing but desperation in her sad brown eyes. “Please, Maria… help me…” she groans, looking down at the pool of blood between her legs.Nodding hurriedly, I bend over and help her up off of the ground and begin guiding her into the house and towards the living room.As we slowly move towards the living room, I begin to feel cramping on my lower stomach."It's just Braxton Hicks.. It's just Braxton Hicks." I whisper to myself, trying not to worry Bethany anymore.Bethany groans in pain the whole entire way there, clinging to her lower stomach and tears flowing down her cheeks. And oh god.. there’s so much blood by the time we reached the living room.I put her down on the big leather couch and and sit down on the coffee table in front of her, sighing deeply.She screams loudly again holding her stomach