All Chapters of His After One Night: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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No waste of time

CarrieI managed to smile. I remember when I told him he scares me. I think that was when my feelings bloomed.“No, Alessandro. It just sounds scary.”He nodded as if accepting my words. Then, seconds of silence later, he added, “Will it sound scarier if I told you our wedding will be held a week from now? That’s if you say yes.”“That fast?” It was indeed surprising.“Wasting time is a bigger waste of time.” His jaws clenched. “We also need to prepare for our child’s arrival. We don’t even have a nursery.”“A nursery?” How much thinking has this man done? I didn’t think about things to that extent. Heck, I am yet to think about getting baby clothes, not to mention meeting with the doctor for more checkups.I guess my pregnancy is still a little surreal.And I might be too reckless. I need to be more responsible. I’m no longer living the life I lived under my father.“We can build the nursery together. It can be the first project of your company.” With hope, he smiled with a warmth th

Wedding blues

CarrieTrue to Alessandro’s words, our wedding was slated to be held a week after that smoky proposal.And after hours and days of rigorous preparation for our low-key wedding, the morning of our new start arrived.As if I’d never done this before, I woke up extremely nervous.That feeling worsened when I looked down at the outdoor wedding setup from the window of the small, cosy hotel we booked. That feeling turned extremely worse when I stepped back and looked around my room to realise that I was alone with my simple wedding gown hanging on a grand rack opposite my bed.I know family-wise, I’ve been alone for a while. But at this moment, it hits me harder than I wish that I’m truly separated from my family.At least I had my Uncle walking me down the aisle in the first wedding; this one, nada.Maybe I should hold the side of my stomach and imagine my baby walking me down the aisle to hand me over to the warm hands of his or her father.I do wonder if my child will be a boy or a girl

Objections

Alessandro“Of course not.” I inwardly laughed at the thought of that happening. “That will ruin things.”“Alright. Alright. Just make sure you get ready on time. The moment is closer than you think.”“It feels a little unreal.”“I should be saying that. I never thought I would see you getting married.”“Get used to it.”“Yeah. Yeah. Flaunt it all you want. I can decide to get married tomorrow if I want.”“Then, get married and stop complaining.”“You are a weird person,” was all he said, and nothing more was uttered.We remained in silence. And I entertained thoughts about the wedding.I can't wait to see Carrie. ~~~CarrieAfter my makeover, which was also done by the hairdresser, I stared at the enhanced beauty I had become.The view made me remember my first wedding and how I threw up on my then-husband’s shoes. I laughed at that memory; the hairdresser stepping out had to look back to check if I was okay.Seconds later, I sighed and reminded myself that I was about to get marrie

Sacrifices

Alessandro I got up and said, “I'll leave the CDP.”“What?!” they chorused.“You heard me. If you still wish to expose CDP, go ahead. I have the resources to separate myself from the gang, and I'll make it very believable. I might even spice things up and ensure the brimstone of the public’s fury falls on you, Nonno.”“B-Because of that woman?” My grandfather raged. “What do you think you're doing?!”“Making a choice.” I chuckled. “Isn't that better than me spilling your blood all over this table?” I glanced at my fingers. “I am refusing to work with a family that disrespects not only me, but my wife. So, I'm pulling out. Let's hope you can maintain the legacy I built in CDP. Also…” I lowered myself to press my hands into the table. “I hope you two refrain from doing something stupid like this again. Just because I seem unlike myself these days doesn't mean the Alessandro you grew up with is gone.”“Y-You-”“I shouldn't keep my bride waiting any longer.”I walked out, confident about

Regret?

CarrieThree days later, we left the hotel and headed for our home, the modern bungalow that I couldn't help but admire.But as Alessandro drove to our destination, I noticed that he was quiet in a way that suggested that he was already swimming in regret. I considered reaching for his hand to assure him that I was willing to listen to him, but it would be unwise to become a distraction while he’s driving.So, I postponed my thoughts.“Carrie?”“Yes, Alessandro? Hmm.” I shook my head as though I just said something forbidden. “That’s wrong. Yes, my husband?”Alessandro could not hold back his loud laughter. It erupted in a way that instantly made my heart fly with joy.“Why is that so good to hear?” he asked.“Because it’s the truth.” I lovingly plastered my left hand to his face. “We are married. I am your wife, and you are my husband.”His affection-filled eyes raked my body, and I felt my cheeks flush; I almost bit into my lip to hide the lust that took over me.Then, he said, “I

Deep emotions

CarrieThat was not the response I expected.I got down from my chair and walked to him. Once I was seated on his lap, I noticed more details of his face, and I saw the confusion he mentioned.“Alessandro… Why is it confusing? What is confusing?”His hands circled my waist, and it shifted me closer to him. “CDP is all I've known.”“You have your firm to get busy with.”“It's not the same. CDP was a place of sweet danger where I easily racked up wealth and power while having fun.” It looked like he was about to recount the dangers, but he held back. “Every day I spent there was thrilling, every part of it. But, as of two years ago, I realised that within all that thrill, I had been making my soul suffer. It had become very tired.”He snickered and shook his head.“Watching Giovanni die changed something within me. It made me question things. That's why I took a break. I figured I'd get my head back in the game once I did. That was when I thought, why not officially become the King? Wit

Guilt

Carrie“What did you just say?” I rushed to the front door, and I managed to push Alessandro to the side. With every nerve awakened, I stared at the tall man who lowered his head. “Who died? Which Mr. Edwards?”The man looked at Alessandro. And I did the same.“Alessandro. What is he talking about?”Alessandro peeled his eyes off mine. “Calistus, grazie. Let’s talk some other time.”“Alessandro!” I stomped a foot before I could lose every bit of my reasons. “Please…”With a hand, he hugged me from behind and closed the door. “Relax, Carrie. Or you'll hurt yourself.”“How can I relax? How can…” Tears began welling in my eyes. Alessandro's hesitation to speak was enough to tell that the mentioned Mr Edwards was indeed my father. “My… My Dad… is dead.”“Carrie…”“Don’t even lie to me.” My lips curled. “Don’t.”“Carrie…” With careful steps, he led me to the living room. He made me sit, then our eyes met while ugly tears threatened to bloat my throat if I didn't let them out.“It’s… It’s m

Back from the dead

CarrieA groan left my lips, and I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling. For many seconds, my lids fluttered with the chaotic confusion that immediately rose within me.But no matter how I racked my brain, a strange pain pulled at every nerve of my brain and prevented me from analysing my strange situation.I tried moving, but I couldn’t. I wanted to open my mouth to call out for Alessandro, but I couldn’t even feel my lips; my throat felt clammy too.All I could do was slowly blink at the pure-white ceiling, which gave off a disturbing precedent that if I sat up, I might end up seeing something terrible.I remained in that state until a few minutes later when my ears picked up the sound of manly footsteps. That sound made me eager to move; I wished to see who this person was.They walked closer and spared me the trouble of fighting against my body’s unwillingness to sit up.“Hello, Carrie.”I recognised that voice.Gary smiled at the little shock etched on my face. He stood next t

Laughter from my father

CarrieAfter my father’s surprising appearance, nothing much happened.I fell asleep while attempting to understand why my father was alive when I was told that he died.And now that I’m awake, I’m no longer in that all-white room.My eyes had opened to darkness— the scary kind that told me that danger was lurking in the unseen corners.I had no choice but to rely on other senses.While ignoring the cramp in my legs, I sat up and patted the space around me. The bed I was on felt rough to touch, almost like sand particles had been ingrained into its foam. I then moved my searching hands to check if I was close to the ground.I planned to crawl and search for a light switch even if it takes all day.So, I patted every area possible. Until I felt something liquid with a disgusting feel, and I wondered if the room was filled with it. After all, ever since I woke up, I’ve been trying hard to ignore the unpleasant smell in this room.“Ugh…” I groaned and hid my face when a light hit the roo

Tears and her father’s torture

AlessandroI have lost my mind.I’ll keep losing my mind.Dreams and visions of Carrie begging me to save her haunt me every time. I’ll let them keep doing that. No matter how crazed I become, I must always remind myself why I must never give up.I must find her, no matter how long it takes.It has been a month since Carrie’s disappearance. Every day has been unsettling.Nothing works, no matter how much we search every fucking corner of this world.And I have resorted to the lifestyle I walked away from. I couldn’t stop myself because it’s the only survival method I know.And that need for some survival is the reason I’ll crush the head of this man kneeling before me.That’s right. I returned to CDP.But I think I’m regretting it now. Because it’s not stopping me from approaching the brink of insanity.Slowly, it’s starting to feel like I’ll actually lose Carrie. I need a bigger distraction, something to hold me down, something to fill me with strength.A gust of unstable breath seep

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