บททั้งหมดของ TRANCE: FORBIDDEN LOVE WITH MY BROTHER-IN-LAW: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Iris's POV "Hey, mom..." I stop mid-sentence seeing Ava sleeping peacefully with her head on mum's lap. I smile, feeling warmth spread through my veins to chest, seeing the view of my mom running fingers through Ava's hair, while she sleeps peacefully has something serene spreading in the air. If I rewind everything about today's day, it was so relaxed and calm that it made me feel as if this was something, I so desperately needed, was just not aware of. After Xander dropped me, I came to know that mom wanted to spend some quality time with both her daughters. And the quality time we spent. Something we never did in past. We cooked, danced, cracked jokes, did the makeup of each other and whatnot. I know all of this is pretty cliche and filmy, but we enjoyed. We wanted to start somewhere and we did. We acted as if nothing out of ordinary happened in our lives. And touchwood, I want our lives to be just like this. I love my mom, but the way she handled aunt May and Ava si

Ava walks properly. You better come first. Your grades are not good enough. She is not your sister. She is not your mother. You won't share anything with her. That's too many calories, Ava. You are not eating that. You look like a beggar. What the hell are you wearing? He is rich. That's all the reason you need to marry him. Doesn't matter. She is not your blood. And if you want to be happy. We will have to kill her. She is not your mother. You can never be good enough!!! Never Never Never!!!!!! No!!! I woke up and was startled sitting on my bed. I wipe my face as if it is dam because of the sweat. Ky's heart thumping at a rate, in a natural and scared that it will stop any second. My fingers twitched and I fist my hands. I look around my room, to see darkness spread, it takes a few minutes for me to calm down and my eyes fall on the clock on my bedside table to see it is 33 am I sigh. Rub my face and keep it there. Another sleepless night. Same ni

" Jacob please tell me I want to know, what is it that hurt you? " Ava pleaded looking at me, and I was still deciding if it is what I held her accountable for. Was I not hurt by the fact that she didn't return my feelings? Ni, I was hurt. But the rejection was less heartbreaking. Somewhere I was prepared for. I think all boys and girls who love someone, then decided to propose to them, are ready for their rejection. They don't want it but at the same time at the back of their head, they know the odds of their feeling being rejected and they prepare themselves for that. I know though, that the preparation is not of much help, no matter even if you know what the person's answer is going to be, still you will be hurt at the same level. Because love is something that makes you feel the best and at the same time leaves you at your worst. I look at Ava, her eyes pleading, the few tendrils that have fallen from her face, when she while ago and tired them in a messy bun

I look at myself in the mirror and look. The black off-shoulder tube dress that Ava brought for me is hugging me tightly as it's my second skin, it is way too short for my liking. But according to Ava, it's a Hens party, so even if I go naked that doesn't matter. I wanted to interrupt her and tell her that she is very bad at assuring people, but hold my tongue. At least she is trying. From beneath the layers of perfect Ava, my sister is peeking out and I am not gonna do anything that is gonna solidify those layers, I want the layers to crack until they peel off and my sister shines brightly from inside it. I smile, as I recall how she was caring towards me and my mom last these days, she made sure that eat everything that is a necessity for a pregnant woman and at the same time taking care of my little cravings. She showered me with whatever I wished for. And mom, I think more than me mom is enjoying her company, they are finally covering up for the lost time, their

They threw the party. They called the strippers. Because of them, our location was leaked. And who's getting the heat of the moment? Me!!!!!!!! Angrily I look at Ava and Blair, who look at me with sheepish smiles with their hands raised. As if they are the most innocent being existing on this planet. I don't want to sound rude or anything, but at this very moment, I want my hands and their throat to have a conversation. Not only this I want to jab my fingers into their chest and ask only two questions. How? Who? I never wanted to be here. I was not enjoying the strippers. Hmmm... Ok, a little bit maybe. But that's not the point. The point is who told Xander our location? Whereas I am sending daggers to my sister and best friend, I don't have enough strength to turn and face my angry husband. And more than that I am feeling sorry for the stripper in front of me, who is looking behind me frozen as if he just saw a ghost. Little does he know that my husband is