Semua Bab BURIED AS HIS LOVE, REBORN AS HIS CURSE. : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Calla's POV The kitchen was dim, lit only by the under-glow of a single pendant lamp above the marble island. I stood barefoot on the cold tiles, wearing a long, black silk robe, my brown hair twisted in a loose knot.A cup of coffee steamed between my hands . I couldn't wait till tomorrow to do this.. I'm so desperate to get this over with. Bullying has never been considered nice.I already got four high-resolution photographs printed on matte paper showing Egi, curled up on the floor, surrounded by laughing children. Her drawing, defaced. A note scrawled in cruel, childish handwriting: “Loser. Crybaby. You deserve it.”A fifth picture had a circle drawn in red marker. Around one child’s face.Davina’s spawn. I added a final sheet of paper: a handwritten note. >>Principal Maria,So this is what happens behind the perfect glass walls of your institution? A child pushed into water. Slapped. Drawings ruined and laughed at. And all this while the staff handed out gold stars and took

Calla's POV:Just like that he was gone.Leaving me breathless.Oh Lord!I walked into the bathroom carefully splashing water oj my face. His touch on my back still lingered, making my skin throb with some intense desire.What has gotten into me?? Madden us occupying every part of my thoughts ... I never noticed he had gold eyes– is that the right name?– until our discussion at the study."Isadora!" I heard Madden's impatient voice and I flinched, rushing out of the bathroom.**I couldn't walk on these slender heels well. They made my legs shake and I tripped twice on coming out of the room. God, I can't believe I have to keep up with this act.I'm going to make a fool out of myself.I walked steadily downstairs, holding on to the staircase rails for support when I saw him—leaning against the wall in a crisp black suit, watching me like he hadn’t decided if he was impressed or pissed off.His eyes trailed over me slowly, possessively.I blushed instantly but his next words stunned m

Calla’s POVStupid idiots! And Madden? Fúcking mad boy! I should make all of them pay. I deflated all the men's car tires on my way out. It wasn't much but at least I did something.I didn’t know where I was going. I just knew I had to go. God, I hated how small I’d felt. Just like how I felt around Lucas and Petra. Oh, I haven't forgotten about those two. Shit. I missed my old life. Being a housewife and upcoming mother and bestfriend to the baddest stud I know. Jade Dominique– or should I say JD as she liked being called.Goodness! How easily those men's words pierced through the skin I was trying so hard to toughen. I wrapped my arms around myself as the wind bit at my legs. The sheer fabric of my dress did nothing to protect me from the chill—or the shame crawling up my spine.Those assholes mocked me like I was decoration.And Madden… he let them.He smirked.Not a word. Not a look. Like he was watching some private performance he’d paid to see.I stopped walking for a moment,

Calla's POV: A WEEK LATER.... The living room was unusually quiet, I sat on the floor with Egi, surrounded by wrapping paper and boxes. A new set of glitter markers. A mini pink wetsuit. A tiny surfboard with dolphins on it. Even a stuffed turtle that squeaked. Egi squealed, holding up her sketchpad. “This is the beach I want to go to! I saw it on TV once—look, Mommy, we can build sand castles, and I’ll surf, and you can wear those big hats like in the movies! I laughed softly, my eyes misting. "You're going to be a little surfer queen." A week later and I've gotten closer to Egi. Everything might just work out. She's been feeling so unloved right from day one because of her mother. I'm here to fill the void and make sure she smiles genuinely from now on. The only souls that are impenetrable are Greta and Madden. I kissed Egi’s curls, eyes drifting over the beach drawing. An idea popped in my head. This might... Work??? The door opened and I stiffened, knowing who it w

Petra s POV:The car was too quiet except for the sound of Lucas breathing hard beside me, jaw clenched, cheek swelling where JD’s fist had landed. I almost thought she'd come after me, I would've fucking ran. I'm not ready to deal with her. I sat stiffly in the back seat, pressing an ice cube wrapped in tissue to his bruised face. My hand trembled slightly, but I didn’t let it show.“She’s lost her fucking mind,” Lucas muttered, teeth grinding. “That bitch. She thinks she can humiliate me in public? In front of reporters? Lawyers? Like she’s somebody?”I didn’t answer as I dabbed the ice gently, watching his skin darken beneath her fingers. Whenever he's pissed, I know better than to talk. “I should kill her next,” he snapped suddenly. “Let’s see if her big mouth keeps running from a grave.”I don't know why that sentence made me freeze.Lucas turned to look at me. His eyes were wild and unhinged with fury and something darker. “I’m untouchable, Petra. You know that, right? No one