Lahat ng Kabanata ng A love forbidden : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Marco poured water from the nearby jug on the bedside wardrobe into a cup and fed it to her.Emilia drank it hungrily, allowing the cool water wet her desert lungs."What are you both looking at? Get out or come check her!" marco baritone voice spat acrimoniously at the doctors.They quickly scurried to Emilia , checking her pulse and administering drugs into her drip and intravenous injections."Why are my in so much pain?"Emilia asked in a whisper, her eyes being choked up with tears.Marco gently took one of her frail hands and tenderly caressed it. "You slept in the shower. You have a serious cold""You caused... it"emilia replied with hesistance.Marco ignored her reply and shot glares at the doctors."Are you both done?"he rudely asked."Yes. We've already given you the list for her drugs.We will come check on her again"One of them nervously replied.Marco nodded and tore his gaze from the terrified doctors and back to an ailing Emilia.They scampered away leaving only Emilia an

My hands flailed around on the bed, wandering aimlessly as I slowly drew in deep breaths to calm my stormy nerves that were causing wreckage in my mind.After amaya informed me that marco would be the one to serve me breakfast, I had all the hairs in my body standing so rigid.The more I thought of seeing marco again, the more it sent shivers like cold slithers down my spine even though I was having a hot shower.It gave me frightening goosebumps and I had to remind myself to breathe every now and then.I stared at the white intricate design ceiling of my room with my heart beating so erratic and my palms becoming sweaty.Marco had succeeded in making me always shudder by just the very mention of his name. I had never been so terrified of anyone the way I was of marco.He was heartless and selfish, not caring who he hurt as long as he got his way.I hadn't been here for up to a year yet his attitude towards me was nothing to write home about. I truly wondered how his workers and most i

That tiny ray of hope in a bleak situation can prove to be very fortunate. Watching your world crumble before your very eyes and sacrificing everything including your freedom to see your loved ones happy is probably one of the most painful decisions you can make.Hope they say is a fire in our hearts.It's an anchor that holds us firm. It's a light that shines like the sun if you keep it alive in your heart with the firm belief of a better future ahead.I feel my hope of leaving this mansion renewed and rejuvenate following the talk I had with Marco yesterday night and also seeing his now calmer and tranquil side.He was able to tell me a tip of the iceberg concerning his childhood which probably meant he was beginning to feel open with me.Maya did tell me that marco was a very secretive person. One could hardly guess whatwas going on in that malicious mind of his and he hardly talked about his childhood and parent but yesterday he gave me a glimpse of it.That was progress. If he co

Marco povAs I walked out of the bedroom, I couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt that had been nagging me for weeks. I thought about all the times I had hurt Emilia, all the times I had lost control and lashed out at her.I thought about the first time I met her, the way she had sparkled and shone like a diamond in the rough. I had been drawn to her immediately, but my feelings for her had quickly turned to obsession.I thought about all the times I had hurt her, all the times I had made her cry. I thought about the way I had manipulated her, the way I had controlled her every move.And I regretted it. I regretted every moment of it.I had done it because I was frustrated, because I felt like I had no other choice. I had done it because I was scared of losing her, because I was scared of being alone.But now, as I looked back on all that I had done, I realized that I had been wrong. I had been so wrong.I thought about Emilia, about the way she had looked at me earlier, about the w

I yawned lazily, pinching my eyes shut and flying it back open once I had been aroused from my deep slumber. My eyes peaked at the open windows that had curtains swaying over them in the rhythm of the cool early morning wind. I stood on my wobbly feet and took tottering steps to one of the windows. The cold wind was ever so soothing on my skin, tenderly caressing it. I strained my neck and noticed the pond some metres away. Wow I never did know I could see the pond from my windows. The sun and the moon were clearly visible in the early morning sky. I watched the palm trees sway to the gentle breeze of the warm sun. The entire landscape was basking in the warm glow of the sun.I exhaled slowly and my minds brought back flashes of I and Marco's walk in the beach. Strangely, it was nice. It was not how I had totally thought it would turn out. Marco's attitude was evolving these days. He was more calm and less angrier. He never snapped back at me. He always looked after my needs and made