All Chapters of THE NIGHT HE WANTED ME : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

DELILAHMother watched me for a moment, and then, with a cruel calmness, she said, “The only place you’re going is upstairs to your room. You’re going to take a deep sleep and pretend that today never happened.”Her voice dropped lower, her grip tightening.“But it’s going to serve as a reminder next time you need reminding.”I swallowed hard, the ache in my throat matching the ache everywhere else.“I don’t want any more traumas,” I whispered, more to myself than to her.“Then remember,” she hissed. “You are still under the Blackwater’s protection. And I won’t let you make more of a mess of this family or its name.”Her hand finally dropped from my arm.“So upstairs,” she ordered, her voice leaving no room for argument. “Right this minute.”I started crying then. Not the quiet, hidden kind of crying I’d been doing for months, no. This time, I didn’t hide. I didn’t even try to act strong in front of her anymore.For the first time, I let it all go.I let myself feel everything, the pa

DELILAHBut that’s not what my mother does.She smiles sweetly at me, too sweetly as she pulls me up and helps set me on the bed. My body still aches everywhere, pain radiating through me from everything she and Elena did yesterday.And yet here she is, smiling.....It feels like mind games.Because right now, I feel so confused. I feel like there’s a big bomb coming, and she’s just preparing me for it.When I’m finally settled on the bed, she takes a few steps back, still standing in front of me. And then she does something strange, she straightens herself, pulls her shoulders back, lifts her chin. Her posture is perfect, her expression calm, almost elegant. It’s as if she’s preparing herself for a presentation.“Well,” she begins, her tone light, casual, too casual.“First of all, we are not going to say anything about what happened yesterday. In my defense, I was drunk, and you got on my last nerves.”She pauses, almost like she’s waiting for me to thank her before adding,“But, I f

DELILAHMy mother looked happy, excited, even like she wasn’t the same woman from yesterday. Oh, the irony. I wasn’t the same girl from yesterday either, not after the past few weeks, not since that night.I nodded at her and said, “That’s good news."" Yes, it's the best. Anyway, I’m going into my bedroom to take a shower and change. Come down for dinner later. It's been a long time since we had dinner together.”“Okay,” I replied.“Okay, good. Um, have you taken the medicine?”“Yes.”“Are you feeling any better?”I went silent for a moment, then shrugged. “I guess.”“Okay, good, fantastic. See you downstairs,” she said, and she left, her steps echoing as she walked toward the door.I could have nearly laughed or cried, somewhere in the middle of those two emotions. I put my hand to my face, and my eyes fell on that sparkling bracelet. And in that moment, it felt like she had shackled me, bolted me in place. She had kind of done that before, but this… this felt different. This felt l

DELILAHI just shook my head, feeling the weight of pain in every part of me. I was in bed. It was the middle of the night. And here he was, accusing me of things I hadn’t done, twisting everything.“I don’t know what you heard, and I didn't tell Elena..... you know what? just get out of my bedroom, Damien.” My voice was small, trembling, but I tried to keep it steady.He didn’t say anything. He just stood there, his dark glare fixed on me.“Get out of my bedroom, Damien,” I repeated, louder this time, my hands clutching the sheets for strength.“You’re going to pay,” he said, voice low and threatening. “I’m going to find a way for you to pay for trying to ruin me for whatever reason you have, Delilah.... I just want to remind you that you wanted to sleep with me. You wanted me," he says with a cruel smirk,"I didn’t force you. And now you can’t deal with the consequences, with the fact that I don’t want you, that I don’t love you, and that I love Elena. So you’re going to keep makin

DELILAHI put on the little black dress with the white polka dots, the one I almost never wear because it feels too much. But tonight? Tonight felt like the kind of night I needed armor. I padded my face with some powder, swiped on mascara and eyeliner, and added a touch of lipstick. I even put in earrings.For someone who never did makeup, I almost felt proud when I caught my reflection.Then I headed back downstairs. I half-expected Dad to already be there by the time I came down, but he wasn’t.Everyone was gathered in the sitting room. Mom was sipping water, perched perfectly on the edge of the couch like a hostess in some magazine spread. Elena and Damien were drinking wine and I didn’t even think they were allowed to, but of course, no one said anything to them. So I thought, why not me too?I moved to pour myself a glass, but before I could take a sip, Mom’s voice cut through the room like a knife.“Delilah, you’re not twenty-one yet.”“Elena’s drinking,” I snapped back before