All Chapters of NIRELLE: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

NIRELLEI slowly come to myself and look around. I feel groggy, and my head is pounding as I try to sit in bed. The room is familiar and strange at once. I look around, and the interior is too different. I look around the room and see a little bit of light seeping in from the long curtains."What am I doing here?" I murmur gently as memories from yesterday flood my mind. I had been the one who voluntarily drank and even ran to Lucien's room. I look and see Lucien seated on the couch, fast asleep; there is a stool beside him with a tray that has a glass and a pitcher of water alongside a tablet of aspirin. I need to get out of here before he wakes up. I look down and see my slippers well arranged by the bedside.I take off the blanket from my body and feel a chilly air touch the exposed part of my skin. I drop to the floor, and I am already making a quiet exit out of the room when my body connects with a stool that stands randomly in the way. The sound of pain leaves my mouth a little t

NIRELLEI lie on the bed with my face to the ceiling. I don't know if this was what girls in the movies and books meant when they said butterflies on the belly, but the feeling of reconciling with Lucien felt too good; it almost felt like a lie. My phone vibrates on the table, and I walk up to it. I pick up the phone and see it is another message from Yvette.'I was praising you, but you had to disappoint me with your actions.' I sigh at her message and how shallow she was being. I didn't know if she was just comfortable with Enoch and being the victim or if she just accepted her fate after all these years. If anyone had stayed with us, they would have been certain that I was not her child. She somehow grew to favour Cory over me at every given opportunity.I lock the phone and sigh, dropping it to the table. I did not need to worry myself with her, as I am sure that she would get off my back as soon as everything is off the internet. With the newfound relationship between Lucien and m

NIRELLEWhen I get to the front door, Lucien is waiting with a plastic bag in his hand. When I look down at it, he raises it and tilts his head."I asked the staff to pack some breakfast so you can have something to eat," he says before I can ask, and I almost jump at him in appreciation. I had been worried that we would be walking around without any food in our stomachs. "Shall we?" he added, and I nodded, walking towards him. He opened the car door for me and guided me into the car. I sat, and moments later he opened the door and sat inside."Have you ever gone out before?" I ask since we are still alone in the car."Yes, but I was alone and did not attract any attention to myself, so..." he trailed off. Even though he was not saying anything, I could tell that the experience was not palatable for him to share yet."Okay then, I have to warn you, though, outside can be scary," I say as the driver's side opens up and a man slides in. He is different from the driver who had been drivin

NIRELLE"We've slept in a room together before," he said nervously, and even though I want to counter him, he is right."You are right, but both times you sat on the couch while I slept on the bed," I reply, and he nods nervously. The silence between us is lingering, and I don't like how it is ruining the moment. "Let's not think about it for now; let's just have fun." I want to sound nonchalant even though I am not sure if it is working."Sure." I don't know if he is agreeing with me or if that is his way to get me off his back. I move to the stove and boil water for the noodles. I cooked it, and once it was ready, I brought it to the foldable chairs he had set up and dropped it on the stool in front of us."This looks delicious," he murmurs, trying to act normal, but the awkwardness lingering in the air is palpable."Why is this so awkward?""Because you pointed out what we would have to face later," he said, and I groaned. This was my fault; we had been having such a wonderful day,

NIRELLEI did not know why or how, but I felt a tear drop down my face and trickle down to my cheeks. How did what he called me affect me this much? Lucien snatches the phone from my hand, and I turn to him. His jaws are clenched in anger; did he hear the conversation?"You made my wife cry." I stay silent and try to listen to what Cory's response would be, but I can barely hear anything, and the tears are still falling down my face.I know very well that to give Cory the life he deserves, I had been discarded and thrown around my entire life, but he had never once treated me humanely. I could not believe that he would be so pressed that I was getting away from him, so angry that he would go this far. And Yvette, she must have known that this was his reaction, yet she still let me be the dumping ground. I bend my head and stare at my lap as I feel tears cloud my eyes in the process."What?" I had not been listening to the conversation between Lucien and Cory, or even the one-sided conv