Ivanna "The truth is I got married to you because I wanted you, Iv. I want you in my life. Forever" His words echo inside my head as I stare at him sleeping soundly over me, his head usually placed on my chest and his hand covering my stomach.  The morning sun flickers into the room when I realise it's morning. I couldn't sleep the entire night after his confession. I don't know what he meant to say. We never met before the wedding then how he— Does that mean Irene was right? He literally dumped my sister for me and made her hostage.  I feel no less than a culprit and it irks me to know he can do this to a woman he once loved. If he can ditch a girl whom he loved for almost a year, what am I? I'm jus

Ivanna "I'm not going back to Dallas," Irene says, taking a sip of her coffee.  "Why? I mean, you should go back, Irene. Janice and dad must be worried for you," I reply.  "I talked to them last night. So, there's nothing to worry about. I was eventually gonna move out," she smiles.  An awkward silence embraces us. I don't know what I'm gonna tell Christian. He will not like it if he gets to know I met Irene out of the deal. But I couldn't turn her down like that. "Where are you staying now?" I ask to break the silence. "You know my friend Ana, right? I moved to her place as soon as

Ivanna  I can still hear my scream echoing around as I gawk at the girl who claims to be his girlfriend. My husband's girlfriend! I don't think I have ever been into a more pathetic situation than this one.  "You didn't tell her?" She looks at Christian and I also peer at him.  He mumbles as if he's nervous or confused— I don't know what he's doing but he should deny it. Why isn't he saying a damn NO?  Our eyes meet and I question him through the gaze.  "Serena— you," he mutters. "I— what? I thought you told her," she looks back at me when my chest almost

Ivanna  I feel the cold breeze touching all over my body and thus I realise I'm only in my lingerie now. I have squeezed my eyes shut when he parts me away, my arms doing their futile job to cover my upper body.  He touches my chin and lifts my face as my eyelids automatically part to look into his intoxicating deep eyes. He keeps looking into my eyes without even blinking as if he's trying to look for a bit of resistance. But there's no resistance I can show to him. Right now, I just want him. Only him.  I yank his collar and pull him closer to me, breathing heavily.  "Kiss me", I pant. "Kiss me hard" He slams me against the wall again

  Ivanna A week. A damn week passed and it doesn't feel like air passing by. It feels like a minute passing like a year. For the first two days, I was disturbed and guilty for uttering such hurtful things to him. I didn't know what I was doing. I knew what kind of man he was. He was anything but not someone who forces himself on a woman. But I literally hit that point of him. What did I want when I was accusing him? Maybe, I wanted him to get tired of me. I wanted him to get annoyed and stop caring about me. I wanted him to hurt me back for hurting him. I didn't want to fill the voids between us. Because deep down, I was scared to accept how far we have come. I was scared to admit that I was falling for him when I was already in love with someone else. I was going crazy after him who did so many wrong things to my family. I just wanted to stop myself. At any cost. However, I didn't know it would be so hard. So damn hard.