Lahat ng Kabanata ng STUCK: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Leaning near he ear he allowed himself to smell her hair before whispering,"I am hungry"Both of his hands caged her by putting themselves against the wall. She felt claustrophobic by his closeness, but more vividly she felt flabbergasted by the absence of questions. She was sure he had a lot to ask, a lot to extract. But why he kept his silence, was a secret.And perhaps it wasn't that indecipherable mystery too, perhaps he was content with whatever he knew so far, whatever he had found out so far. And so he decided to delay the interrogation, something that he knew would surely break her down once again.She took a sharp inhale when his nose traced the skin beneathe her ear, nibbling it softly."I am not your cook" she breathed."And I am not a kind man"Her eyes widened when she felt a metallic blunt end poking her stomach. She didn't had to see it to know that he had taken out to his gun, as if already sensing the resistance.He distanced his face from her neck, observing her eye

"Mamaa....." Inaya ran in Tara's direction, hugging her knees like a classic toddler, glad that her mother had woken up after unusually long sleep.She had tried to shake Tara out of sleep numerous time before, on the verge of tears that she was unresponsive. But her father had assured her, saying that she was just tired and in need of rest. And so she trusted him, giving Tara peaceful hours of slumber, sliding her favourite stuffed shark toy in her arms for a good sleep while her newly acclaimed father entertained her thoroughly. It was wonderful the way Ina found him, cheerful, and handsome. When she looked in his eyes, it was as if she looked back at herself. How could she not believe every word her own reflection said?As much as one might have expected Ina had nearly no questions of his absence for so long. She found comfort in the fact that she had a father, and he was here, with her. He was amiable and loved her. And that was all that mattered. It was enough for the little girl

Frantino mansion hadn't changed. It still dwelled far from the city, cherishing it's gothic privacy to remain protected from wandering gazes. As the car drove in the gates, Tara's heartbeats were touching the sky. She couldn't believe this was happening all over again. The last time she had come in the very premises she was welcomed, probably not heartily, but she was, fakely or not Italians had plastered a smile on their faces for their donna. If they were to bear her unwelcome intrusion today, she was sure to receive only hostility, hatred in all its nakedness. As much as she didn't want to care about them, somewhere deep, she was unimaginably scared of their reaction.She threw a wary glance towards him as he sat next to her, looking outside the window, Ina carelessly spread all over him as he supported her back, protecting her sleep from the bumpy ride. The scene was unnerving, she hated her daughter's speedily transforming demeanor towards him. Not only did it complicate her daug

Everyday was the same. She would wake up, shower, check on Ina, make food, stay away from Don, read, sleep, repeat. Tara felt as if years had passed by in a month, locked in the practiced schedule like a robot. She would have grown crazy in the hellhole if she was alone, but she wasn't. And as much as Tara severely suffered to an extent of insanity, Inaya hadn't ever been this happy her entire tiny life. Ina had never been this pampered before. Someone would always sit by her side, tending to her needs, seeing if she ate well. She was a princess in the palace. Her king of a father would never let her wish meet the ground. Regardless how incessantly her mother would portray dislike towards papa's lovable coddling, he'd never pay a heed. Donavan continued to rule Ina's heart with chocolates and food and toys. He wouldn't be able stay with her all day, but whenever he could press his schedule in, he would find himself outside her door, for five minutes or not, he would show how much sh

She hauled back into the headboard, clutching the covers more tightly to her chest, forcing air in her lungs as she felt her throat tightening around itself. He looked stoic, his walls impeccably concealing his emotions but she was caught off guard when she sniffed the anger out of air. And when she cared to look more keenly, the twitch in his jaw only confirmed it. His rage, like always, was unexplainable. And just like several times before, probably someone else had evoked it. It didn't matter nevertheless. It only took her existence around to make her the victim. She was sure even if she all but slightly breathed in his presence, he'd still direct his frustration towards her.He wanted to pin the woman down and ask her what she wanted. The more vividly he tried to understand her, the deeper the enigma she became. Why did she have to moan my name?He could never misinterpret her voice for something else, he was all too familiar with it. Her noise was a music he never forgot compo