All Chapters of APHRODISIA : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Zara’s POV The minute I walk into the closet to retrieve the box containing the sex toy, I seem to lose some of my confidence. I haven’t seen my own feet in a while, how then am I supposed to reach…down there. I walk out reluctantly, trying to hold my head up to fake confidence. Marcello is still where I left him, still hard as a rock. And that boosts my confidence, to see him want me like that, even when I look like this. Approaching the bed, I lay down as graciously as I can manage. When he walks closer to me, he still has the same glint in his eyes. Good. “ Sugar, I almost thought you weren’t going to come out today.”, he says with a tilt of his head. He seems to study me, staring into the depths of my soul. I try hard not to squirm. He climbs into the bed and lays beside me, turning my face to his. “ If you’re no longer feeling it, then we’ll stop. No pressure” He looks genuinely concerned and I feel slightly bad that I’m letting my insecurities come in between us. So fa

Zara’s POV Marcello helped me take a shower, after I ate the quick breakfast of pancakes and eggs that he brought me. Since I didn’t leave with the clothes he got for me before I moved in, it was easy to find something to wear. He already had the chopper readied when I came out . I had agreed to move in last night, but we still needed to inform my parents. It was only right. The flight didn’t take long, but something was strange. Instead of landing at the usual spot, we flew past the helipad and further into the city, closer to my parents’ home. We landed in an open field some minutes away from where lived. I turn to him, asking a silent question, but he answered with a faint smile. We walked from there into a building across the field, where I noticed my father waiting. I was suddenly anxious. Had something happened at home while I was away? Dad ushers me in with his hand, giving me a smile of encouragement. I turn to look at Marcello one more time, but he only says he’ll be ri

Marcello’s POV The second day of the trial dawned with a kind of heaviness that felt bone deep. I woke up before dawn and went down to the gym to work out. It was the only way I could distract myself from the and numb my mind from accepting what my tired body already knew; that today wasn’t going to end in relief. Only reckoning awaited. When I return from the gym, Zara is struggling to buckle the strap of her shoes. I kneel before her, raising her legs onto my bended knee and helping her with the straps. “ Why didn’t you wait until I got back to help you?” She smiles softly, running her fingers through my hair. “ I didn’t want to bother you. It seemed you had a lot on your mind.” I stay quiet, processing her words. “I don’t know what to expect. It feels…it feels like whatever verdict is reached, it won’t feel like a victory.” “ But this isn’t about victory, is it? You wanted the world to know the truth. You wanted the world to know about your brother, to help him come out o

Marcello’s POV If someone had told me that the only thing I could do for my wife while she battled with the pain of bringing our children into this world, was watch helplessly, I would have laughed such a person to scorn. As she grunts in pain, I can only wish I could take the pain from her and bear it instead. The nurses didn’t seem to be in a hurry like I was. They would casually come in, check get and walk out again, saying something like she wasn’t fully dilated. I swear, I would age at least ten years, by the time I make it out of here. Dr. Meyers comes in after another hour, and I almost kiss her out of gratitude. She does her own share of checks and tests, while I watch her every move like a hawk. Then, she says Zara is fully dilated and the nurses come to wheel her into the delivery room. My focus was on Zara the entire time. Her face had become paler and covered in sweat. I stood beside her through the labour process, watching her try her best to push, breathing in and

Zara’s POV The first week was pure chaos. We came home after being discharged from the hospital and we soon found out that the baby blues were definitely not appearing while they were still newborns. The twins barely slept at night. They were always in sync too; once one of them cried, you could be sure that the other would soon join in. Marcello had drawn up a timetable for everything— mealtimes, diaper change, napping, and the funniest of all, burping time. He handled everything the only way he knew how to, in such a businesslike manner. One night, he came in almost crying when the babies erupted into wails at the same time. “ I swear they planned it. They had to.” Another day, he came with another compliant. “ “ I was rocking Luis to sleep and he kept wailing like I offended his ancestors, but the minute Mama took him and started humming to him , he went out like light.” Since I was still healing, it was imperative that I rested. Doctor, mother and mother-in-law’s orders.