~Mirabelle~"Uh, Mira, just wait here, I'll go get my car.""Okay." I stood in the garage waiting for Mason pull over with his car. It wasn't less than twenty seconds before I felt someone tap my arm from behind. I turned and was shocked to see who was standing in front of me."What are you doing here?" I asked, a suffocating feeling enveloping me all of a sudden."Belle, please. I'm just here to explain what you think you saw.""What I think I saw?" I said, taking steps backs. He moved forward. "I know what I saw. You can't just stand there and lie to me.""That's the problem, Belle. I'm not lying to you. Gina was sent to kill me,"I stilled. "But then she told me about it and warned me to stay in hiding for some time and that when the coast was clear, I'd be free to come out.""Then why are you here?""Because Belle," He took both my hands. "I can't lose you. It's okay for me to get hurt, but for me to lose you? I just can't."Shit...I took my hands away from his hold and turned a

~Mirabelle~Ugh."Me? Pregnant? Huh. He has got to be kidding me." I groaned, taking off my shoes as I stepped into the living room. "Oh no. Why is everywhere so dark? Camilla!""Surprise!" And then the lights came back on. I was surprised at the number of people in the living room, with smile on their faces, drinks, and balloons everywhere, plus there was a cake too. "What's the--what's the celebration for?" "It's for you, my darling." Mom spoke up as she moved to stand in front of me. "Congratulations on your first official interview. I knew that you would be able to do it. Because not once have I doubted your capabilities, Mirabelle." She took my hand and kissed it. "I'm so sorry, Mirabelle. I'm really so sorry. And about that day and Mariano, I...""Mom," I cupped her face and smiled. "It's okay. I totally understand what you were trying to do that day. You were only trying to protect me. I mean...if I had a daughter, I would do the same for her. If it were to be just me you hur

~Mirabelle~"Who are you?" I asked, staring the man who somehow looked like someone wasn't in the least scared of death."He didn't tell you?" He snorted then faced Mariano. "Why, Mariano? Scared that she would finally see you for who you really are?" Then he gave out a laugh that sounded more like a growl. "You bastard." And then his fists came down on Mariano's face. "No! No, please." I said, panting as Mariano coughed out blood. "Please don't hurt him. I beg you. Please. I'll do anything. Just don't hurt him."He stared at me and then slowly, his hand came down on my face. I thought he was going to hit me but then his hand slowly drew paces on my cheek, caressing me."Gonzalez! Touch her again and I'll promise, I won't fail to kill you again.""But you've already failed countless times, Mariano. And you will continue failing for the rest of your life till there's no one left by your side.""No one left by his side?" The pieces were all finally coming together. "You animal! You mur

~Mirabelle~"Mason." I called out with a smile.He turned and saw me. In quick strides, he was in front of me, wrapping his arms around me tightly. "You came."I wrapped my arms around him. "Of course. You know I'll always be here for you." I told him when we pulled away. "Where's your mom?""She's inside." Just then a little boy of about ten walked up to us. There was a slight resemblance and I immediately knew he was Mason's younger brother."Mason, who's this?" He asked Mason as he eyed me from head to toe."Who, her?" Mason asked him, putting his arm around my shoulder. "She's my friend. Her name's Mirabelle.""Hm, Mirabelle."I took out my hand for a shake. "Hi. I'm Mirabelle."He stared at me for a moment before nodding his head. Then all of a sudden, he started walking away.Mason stared at him in shock. "Hey! Ivan! Come back here! It's wrong to be rude to guests!" He didn't bother looking back as he kept walking away. Mason turned to me and smiled. "Sorry about that. They're j

~Mirabelle~Minutes? No, hours. We have been on this bed for hours now. His arms were wrapped around me from behind tightly, one of his hand playing with my breasts as he nuzzled against my neck, my limps paralyzed, my body disconnected from my brain, my eyes draping with sleep. But I couldn't sleep. Infact I wanted to go another round with him despite being numb and floating. These feelings with him were becoming very alarming. Because with him, I felt like a sex starved zombie and addict, never getting enough no matter how much and how hard he gave me.He had been quiet for hours, my best guess, he didn't want to say anything. Because if he did, he was scared that I might regain my senses and realize how much I hated him for what he did and perhaps get up and leave. But I didn't really didn't have the strength for that at all. I didn't even have strength for anything right now but yet, I still wanted him. It was really crazy. What had he done to me? Was he doing this so I wouldn't