All Chapters of YOU WILL NEVER BE MY GOD, FELIX.: Chapter 111 - Chapter 117

🦋 BENITA CELESTINE 🦋Celebration filled the room. I watched with half-closed eyes as Greg and Scott stood in front of my baby, and even Nikita jumped out of her hospital bed, ignoring the doctor's warning, just to be with the baby.Only Felix was paying attention to me, my hand wrapped in his as he whispered, “I'll never leave you,” into my ears.I used to be the one saying that word. No, he makes me say them all the time, like an oath.Nikita rushed to my side of the bed. “Are you awake?” She blurted out. “Our baby is soooo cute.”A soft chuckle left my lips, “Just go back to what you were doing, don't bother her,” Felix responded, and Nikita rolled her eyes.“The baby looks just like me,” Scott cried out, and another soft chuckle escaped my lips.“Stupid boy, how can the child look like you? You just want to cause trouble. This child obviously looks like Felix,” Greg attacked.“Don't be so harsh, he was just kidding,” Nikita muttered in understanding.“Holy fucking Molly, did you,

🦋 BENITA CELESTINE 🦋“Mr. Felix Desmond, the C.E.O. of D&D corporation, was found dead earlier today at the bottom of a cliff.”My breath hitched, a jagged, broken sound that seemed too loud in the sudden, terrible silence of the room Felita and I were locked in by Goliath. Then, the first tear escaped, hot and defiant, tracing a path through the faint flour dust from the breakfast Goliath left us.Felita, my two-year-old, had been happy after I made her believe Felix was fine; she was stacking colorful wooden blocks on the rug, a soft hum escaping her lips. She’d just managed to balance the wobbly red one on top of the yellow when the sound reached her.I didn’t mean for her to see. I’d tried to hold it in, stuffing the raw edges of my grief and fear down, deep into a place where they couldn't possibly surface. But what I just heard on the news had been the final, brutal straw. Felix, found dead?With no savior coming, no hope of going back to being happy again, the dam had burst.

🦋 BENITA CELESTINE 🦋The scent of vanilla and old lace hung heavy in the air, a sweetness that only amplified the current tension. I lay still, my wrists secured to the carved posts of a magnificent four-poster bed with smooth silk scarves.They were tied tightly enough to hurt and render escape impossible.Across the room, standing by the door, was Goliath. He was dressed in a dark, slick shirt, with the sleeves rolled to his elbow."You look beautiful," he said, the words a low, cold vibration that seemed to wrap around me."What happened?" I blurted out, my voice steady, despite the way my heart was beating against my ribs."I hit your head on the wall and you passed out," he countered, pushing away from the door and beginning to cross the polished wooden floor toward me. "Why are you making things hard, Benita? I wasn't going to hurt you. Why do you keep fighting me? Felix is gone! I'm helping you get a good life here. You were his, you are mine now, just like D&D. I own everyth