All Chapters of Craving you: Locked Desires: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Marcella’s povIt was Lucille. She got into the shower, I crept slowly to see what she was up to, there she stood in the shower, drenched and glistening, looking sumptuous amidst the dancing droplets and fine mist of water. She turned toward me, a look of pure shock crossing her face, she quickly covered her breasts with her hands. “Hey…” she breathed, her voice trailing off, clearly stunned by my sudden presence. Hair so wet it clustered to her face making her look even more like a mermaid pulled out of the water. I was feasting with my eyes, the world around me fading into a blur. I had forgotten every other sound in the room, the hum of the pipes and the splash of water were nothing compared to the perfect shape of her body right before me. “Marcella?” she called out again, but I was lost in her perfection. She bit her lip, appearing caught between confusion and something I couldn't yet name. Making my yearning for her even deeper. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed in the

Marcella pov I rushed downstairs, desperate to hear the ‘good news’ my sister had teased so much about. My ears were practically itching with curiosity. I took the steps at a breakneck pace, hoping to find my parents waiting with an explanation. I found my mum in the foyer, the very picture of style and elegance. She sat poised, addressing the maids with a strange aura that made me falter halfway down the staircase. I stopped, watching her. What could she possibly be telling them? "Ah... our star girl is here…. mon chérie.” She stood up. That was how my mom had always addressed me, showering me with endearments since I was a child. Sometimes the nicknames made me flush with embarrassment, other times, I leaned into them, feeling spoiled by her affection. She beamed at me, her arms sweeping open to pull me into a light, fragrant hug.She walked towards me, folding me in her arms. “We missed you last night... did you sleep well, mi Reina Pelirroja?" She flattered me again, her fing

Marcella’s pov It happened on a prom night, and I had a date. His name was Harry, the resident class nerd. Now, I was a bookworm myself, but I wasn’t "weird." I was cool, well styled and well connected, thanks to my sister’s social status and my own circle of friends.Countless guys had asked me to the dance, but I’d turned them all down. It sounds arrogant, I know but come on… who wouldn’t want to go on a date with Marcella Solis? You could call me weak, fragile, or shy, but the one thing no one could take from me was my appearance. I was born beautiful, and I knew it. Even when I tried to blend into the school hallways, the attention followed me. I was always reserved because I was shy yet that didn’t stop me from being noticed. My beauty has always paved the way in unimaginable ways. As the daughter of a billionaire, everyone knew my name, I dressed with a deceptive simplicity. I looked my age, sure, but every "plain" dress I owned cost a small fortune, my mother saw to that. I

Marcella povI couldn’t sleep. I spent the whole night with my eyes pinned open at the ceiling, terrified that if I drifted off, the hauntings would return to claim my dreams. Instead, I lay in the dark, my mind racing through every possible catastrophe that could await me at college. When the alarm finally cut through the silence, I was already sitting up. Today was the day, I forced myself out of bed and began the motions of getting ready. I knew better than to wait for a second wake up call, my mother wasn't the type to ask twice. I had skipped dinner the night before, and unsurprisingly, no one had bothered to check up on me. I could already imagine the excuses they’d made in my absence. My father would have waved it off with a chuckle, saying, “Oh, she’s just too excited to eat before the big day," while mum likely gave a more blunt excuse, devoid of emotions, "She’s a grown girl, one missed meal won’t kill her." The only person who actually cared was my sister. She had knocked

Marcella’s pov “We’re going out for a party tonight” she told me moving from one place to another trying to put her things in order. It’s been barely few weeks I moved into college, I had only spent time with Rose not been able to make friends at class but I did have a nice chat with few of my colleagues, it felt nice and refreshing, my mind was getting free gradually, the thought of her was beginning to feel like a dreams thought. I wasn’t haunted anymore like I used to be, I was beginning to adjust to the new life here, I spoke to my sister regularly on the phone, my mum called me everyday on a video call and my dad was always texting, calling, he did everything to keep me close.Rose’s invitation to a party was unexpected. Back home, there was a specific lifestyle I had craved that my mum always denied me. I wanted a life of solitude, a hidden identity, few friends and less outings, more of a life of an introvert. At home it was impossible with my mum forcing the world onto my s