Carl's POVEver since Margaret resumed work at the house as a maid and chef, Tessa has never been this lazy.I talked to her about it one day, and it escalated to a big problem. This lasted for over two days.It was in the evening when I mustered enough courage, finally, to talk to her about it. We were having a good time, seated on the veranda, sipping extracted oranges from a glass. “Don't you think you have become lazy already, Tessa?” I started, remembering the maid was out of the house to purchase stuff from the mall. At least, if she is going to react; Margaret was far away from the house to see a part of her I don't want her to see.Not yet. “I don't understand you, honey,” she said, dropping the glass of juice Margaret served her before leaving, on the table. “What do you mean?”“Never mind.” I said, hating myself for starting an issue I cannot finish.“Tell me,” she urged with a smile, deceiving me to continue the discussion with her. “Let's talk, Carl.” “Ever since

  Scarlett's POV Over and over again, the rape incident continued; everywhere in the house.  Luke took me by the walls of the room, the bathroom when I took my bath and even in the living room, against my wish. It was another week to the experience when I stirred on the bed during the dark hour. I looked at my thigh and noticed how hurt I was. I managed to walk to the drawer on the other side of the room to have the lubricant, and balm he purchased a few weeks ago.  I walked back to my position in the bed and took my seat while I applied the cream on myself. Furthermore, I returned to sleep in no time and woke up hours later to see it was dawn already. “Make something for me, I'm hungry.” Someone's voice woke me up, finally, and I sat up on the bed. Luke. He was at it again, I realized, guessing he would rape me

  Scarlett's POV  I sobbed on my sister's lap, ready to say my story.  I didn't cry because of what I have been through in the hands of Luke, I did but also because of how much I missed her. It felt more than good laying on her laps, sobbing.  “Tell me.” She cried, handing the tissue she brought from the diner to me.  “Wipe your tears, I'm with you, Scarlett.” Another person joined us.  I heard footsteps and when I turned to see who it was, I saw him. Ethan Blackwood. His face had the signs of someone that slept on it, I guessed immediately what he had been up to since, even before I walked into the house. “Who is she?” His calm, but deep voice asked softly. I looked away and laid my head on Amelia's lap again,

    Ethan's POV My joy knew no bounds the very moment I saw for myself the number of babies we should expect in a few months.  Amelia was shocked, too, although she tried her very best to contend her laughter and excitement. We left the hospital, smiling and holding hands: something that never really happened. I hopped in on the driver's side, allowing Amelia to pick a seat in the car, to stay in. She went to the back a little laid on the long chair, her eyes closed, and that was how she slept all through the journey. I stopped at the mini market, hopped down to lock the doors after parking.  I walked into the stinky area to buy plenty of vegetables.  Tye talked about it again, sounding a warning to myself and Amelia, asking we don't miss a vegetable treat in a day. “How can I eat vegeta

Luke's POVOver and over again, I see two kinds of cars at the airport whenever I am on a mission to give the girls out.That morning, I planned to leave for work as usual when Boss asked me to come at a later hour. “I have a meeting with my partners,” his text read. “Come on by 11.”I knew immediately if I left for work and reached the warehouse house at 11, I'll be at the airport with the girls around 12. I have become used to the deadly job, especially the part of me taking young girls to the airport.Boss has made me stronger. His words that always got me scared, sharpened me, and I am finally fit, a bit, not so much to do a few things.I took my bath in a hurry and made it to the dining area. Scarlett made something for me to eat already, she seems calmer these days. Perhaps, because I am yet to demand the usual from her. I am not ready is the right word to use. The other women in my life want me more than I want Scarlett at this point, and my work schedule is a tight one