"What is his obsession with you?"he asked. "N.. nothing." I stuttered, moving the wheel with my shaking hands. My legs are weak right now. "What do you mean nothing? The bastard was bent on taking you with him." He said. "I... I don't what his obsession is about me." I almost cried as the awful memories of Carlos violating me filled my head. Tears rolled down my eyes as I drove. He didn't ask further but I felt his eyes on me. I didn't look at him but focused on the road. I sniffled. He groaned again. "Sorry," i said to him but without looking away from the road. His phone rang out again. I sensed him pick it up. "Why the fuck are you blowing my line, Angela?" He snarled angrily. I wasn't hearing what she is telling him but I think she is worried. "Stop fucking yelling at me like an insane woman," he said. I sniffled a bit. "I don't....." He paused, groaning a bit. "Wherever I went to is none of your damn business. Just be with the fucking guests." He said and hung u

MALIAI clenched the side of my dress, feeling unease and my heart is pounding fast. "I asked you a question, Malia." Ivan said. "I wasn't...." I paused. He raised his brows. "He...I was...." God, my heart is beating very fast. I can't speak well. He arched his brows. "What? Can't you speak?" He asked. I shook my head. "What?" He asked. I looked down. "You know what?" He asked. I looked at him. "Just go to the quarters." He said. I felt slightly relieved. "Th..thank you." I stuttered as I made a step to walk past him and head towards the door, but somehow I missed a step and was about meeting the floor. I gasped, my heart dropping as I expect to fall on the floor but strong arms caught me. I let out a breath, my eyes closed and I am breathing hard. I opened my eyes and saw Ivan's blue eyes, looking at mine with worry. "Are you okay?" He asked. I nodded. He kept staring at me. His eyes moved from my eyes to my lips. He arched his brows but shook his head like he try

"Eli," I called, looking at him with emotions. "What did you just call him?" My heart dropped at the familiar female voice. It was Brenda. I looked at her. She is the maid Eli has his hand around on her shoulders. I was too focused on him that I didn't notice her. Oh no. She glared at me angrily. "I...i mean, sir. You are back." I corrected myself while looking between him and Brenda. "How....how are you?" I asked nervously. "Help me to my room." He said, slowly withdrawing his hand from Brenda's shoulders. I arched my brows. "Wha..." He reached for me before I could complete my statement. I quickly moved closer to him so he wouldn't loose his balance and fall. He placed his hand comfortably on my shoulders and I wrapped my hand around his waist. "Thank you, Brenda. Malia will take it up from here." Eli said without looking at her as we walked. I felt burning eyes on my back as we walked towards his room door. It felt like daggers are being thrown at

ELI A FEW MINUTES AGO, I opened my door calmly and I saw someone in a flower designed dress, walking towards the stairs. I arched my brows, wandering who it was at this time. Her back view was hard to comprehend who it was. She has brunet hair packed in a pony and she doesn't walk like the women around here. Malia came to my mind. It must be her. I think she is heading back to the quarters. Anita doesn't walk or wear dresses like that. And she has black hair. Angela is right in my room sound asleep. Despite all my refusal, she still decided to sleepover. She is a fucking brat. My wedding is in a few days. Thanks to my dad and his hunger for more power. I want the power too but she is a fucking pain in the ass. I can't stand her. I am seriously going to put up with her annoying acts for the rest of my life. This is becoming annoying. It is more annoying because our wedding is getting close. This is fucked up. I felt a little pain on my bandaged should

ELIIt is 7:30 pm, and I am currently in the dining hall with my family, having dinner. I can't stop thinking about Malia. At first, it was the feeling of protection within me when it comes to her. I can't stand to see her getting hurt. But right now, I don't know what I am feeling right now. It is totally different from the protective instincts. It feels like something more. I couldn't stop looking at her. My hand ached to touch her. But she was tensed all through. She was restless before me. Don't get me started with the way she moved away from me. I felt awful at that moment. I had to force myself to let her go. I relaxed on my seat as the maids moved around the table, serving us dinner. One of them is currently pouring my favorite red wine into my glass. I gave her a sign to stop and she did. I picked up the glass, bringing it to my lips and took a sip. Malia walked into the room with my niece and nephew. My heart moved at the sight of her. What is this?I watched as she w