Lahat ng Kabanata ng Only Regrets: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

I embrace him in a tight hug and we both kiss each other. He tangles his fingers with mine and holds my hands tightly, pinning my hands on both sides of my head in the bed. His kisses grow wild, leaving me gasping for air. He starts trailing kisses all over my collarbone. When he's done kissing my neck, he lowers his head down below my belly. Gasping for air, I arch my back as his lips find my soft spot between my thighs. The first lick sends waves of pleasure in my body. My hands clutch on the bed sheet as tight as it can, while a loud moan escapes my mouth. My pulse quickens and tears brim in my eyes as he continues his teasings, making me moan again and again. With a slight force, he enters his fingers. I cry out in pleasure, arching my back as his fingers and tongue work like magic. As a knot forms in my stomach, I feel more impatient. My moans grow louder. “What the heck are you doing to my body, Ethan?” I cry out. Tears trickle down my eyes, as my whole body tenses

I don't know why I let my guard down last night. I can't let that happen again. I can't trust him, or myself—to let my emotions take over my mind again. I need to put my walls back up. I need to guard up and protect myself. You are a drama queen, Belle. You always act whenever needed. Did you forget that? Today's the same as other days. Just start your drama. Act as if you don't care. Act as if you are not embarrassed, even when you are. Act as if the last night was just the result of your sexual desires and does not mean anything to you. All you have to do is just—act. Putting the same badass bitch facade on my face, which I always put to hide the real emotions on my face, I turn to see Mr. Wilson. There's an evil smirk on his face; and my eyes land on the red purple marks on his neck—that is obviously given by me. “Why did you slam the door?” I growl. “So that you don't run away from here,” he retorts. “Move your hand. I need to go.” “I won't. I need you to eat something

As soon as I reach Aiden's apartment, I see the door is not locked; it's a bit open. How did he forget to lock the door today? Is he alright? Is there any thief in his home? Should I call the police? At least I should check first. I enter the apartment, taking slow steps. The apartment is filled with a haze of smoke, and the acrid smell of burnt tobacco lingering in the air. Empty bottles are scattered all over the floor, some tipped over, and liquid spilling out. Ashtrays are overflowing with cigarette butts, and there are crumpled packs of cigarettes laying around. Whole place looks like a mess. Did he drink and smoke the whole night? Obviously. Because I broke up with him. He slapped me. I can't tolerate abuse. And then, my gaze shifts to Aiden who's settled on the couch, holding a cigarette in one hand and a bottle of alcohol in another, his eyes glued to the flickering screen of the TV. My daily vlogs which I used to shoot only for Aiden—because he used to say he likes watch

Why is this idiot here? Lest Aiden will hurt him too. I can't see anything bad happening to Ethan because of me. Please go away from here, Ethan. Please! Ethan's jaw tenses as his gaze shifts to my inner thigh, his eyes blazing and chest heaving up and down in fury. I arch my body to see what he's staring at. And then, my jaw drops, witnessing a bruise on my inner thigh. “How dare you touch her, motherfucker?” Ethan's loud voice echoes across the whole place, as he settles at his feet and storms towards Aiden, who's struggling to sit up on the floor. My heart races with terror, anticipating the next outcome as Ethan grips Aiden's collar, pinning him to the floor and sitting above him; and then, he begins to shoot constant wild punches on his jaw, each punch landing with a sickening loud thud. My mouth drops open and my pulse quickens, feeling haunted by his wrath. “Sister-in-law…” Alex’s voice guards me off. I turn my face slightly, witnessing Alex, Colin, and Sam also in the apa

Forgetting about my so-called pride, I look into his eyes and pull him for a tight hug again, trying to seek comfort in his arms. “I never loved Aiden. I never did. I lied to you.” “Lied! Why?” he asks, pulling me away from him gently and locking his eyes with mine. “Because I wanted you to give up on me. I thought you would stop chasing me if I said this white lie.” “So…you never loved Aiden?” he asks, his voice barely audible, choking with emotions. “Never. I never loved him.” A tear escapes from his eyes down on his cheek, a little smile playing on his lips. “Come that again,” he insists. “I never loved Aiden.” “Again, Belle,” he insists, cupping my face and leaning on me. “I never loved Aiden,” I say, my heart racing as Ethan's nose brushes against mine, a cold shiver running down my spine. “Again,” he whispers against my lips. “I never loved…” I say, but get interrupted; my breath hitches in my throat as Ethan gives a quick soft peck on my lips. I glance up at his