All Chapters of Unapologetically Mine: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Kyda POVMy heart was pounding faster as I approached my father's room. We hadn't seen each other for two years, as he preferred to live alone in Newark, and now I might lose him forever.I feel guilty for leaving him and enduring everything alone.I took a deep breath before opening the door. I noticed that he was pale and weakened but still managed to smile when he saw me. The tears that I had been holding back started falling freely."Come on, Kyda, I've been wanting to talk to you for a long time," he said with a small smile.I hug him tightly. “What will I do now?” I said through tears."Shh... please don’t cry, Banana,. Dad said, trying to console me. "The important thing now is to get stronger," he said with a weak smile.Dad, I am too old for you to call me Banana. My dad called me a banana since I was a little kid. I could not pronounce Banana, and it was my favourite fruit growing up. And I wanted to be called Banana Woods.“Come on, at least I am not calling you Bamana. “Da

Tristan POVI found her, but too late. She was right under my nose, and I missed her. She used to live with those girls, where Kayden and I went looking for Amyra.She got married today. Jesus, I want to kill the man she married. That twat should be careful; if he hurts her, I am going to kill him. Slowly and painfully.Why would you be interested in a woman like her? Harper interrupts my murderous thought.I glare at him. What do you mean by a woman like her? I drawl, promising pain in my voice if he does not choose his words carefully.He raised his hand in surrender. All I mean is she was already engaged to someone, and she still spent a night with you. Classic slut traits: no self-respect or loyalty. Don’t you think? He asks, raising his eyebrow.“I thought that after working with me for so long, you would learn how to choose your words around me,” I say in a calm voice while clenching my fist, reminding myself to give my friend a chance to explain himself.Asshole doesn’t have a

I was not able to share the truth about Atlas with my dad. As soon as I reached the hospital, Dr Stan informed me dad was not responsive; he has been sleeping since last night, and they have been trying to wake him up. He is breathing, and his heart is working fine, but they are not sure why he is not responsive.If he does not wake up soon, he might go into a coma, and they have to keep him breathing through life support.Two days later, he woke up, but he was still disoriented, and I could not bring myself to say anything. I want him to get well.I have moved into Atlas’s house that I share with him and Megan. I felt like I was the other woman in Atlas's life, not his wife. No, I am not jealous, but this is disrespectful. I don’t deserve this.I tried speaking with Atlas, but he ignored me. Instead, that bitch Megan gave me an ultimatum.“You may be legally Atlas’s wife, but he loves me. You can’t throw me out of this house,” Megan yells at me with a murderous glint in her eyes.“I

1 year laterLife resumed to the same phase as it has been since last year; the only change is my father is on life support.They still cannot determine what the issue is. First, they thought it was kidney failure and then liver swelling and then neurological issues, but they still cannot be sure about anything. Every test they have done has all come out clear. They even went as far as to test him for TB and skin and bone cancer, but all was clean. I feel helpless. They say he is in pain, and they are doing everything to lessen it. They want me to make the decision to pull the plug, but how can I decide? He is my father.I told them to leave the decision to time.Amara got married, but not to the man she was in love with. That came as a shocking surprise to all of us, and she refrained from sharing any further.There is a little twist in my life, though. Megan and Rebecca have been acting like the bitch they are. I want to strangle them. And that creepy son of bitch Liam always leering

Kyda POVI come down to get something to eat and stop dead in my tracks, only to find Rebecca already waiting for me there. I sigh deeply. Can I not have a moment of rest? Is it too much to ask? I say internally to the universe.“Hello, Mrs. Petro? What can I do for you?” To hell with greeting and being polite with this two-faced bitch.Hello, dear! How are you? “I came here to spend some time with you; we never get the chance.” She says with a smile that does not reach her eyes.I watch her warily, not moving from where I am standing."Come sit with me; I've got your favorite pastries and doughnuts." She prompts once more when I remain still.I move quickly on the sound of pastries and doughnuts. I am starving, and food is my weakness. Not just mine, but all my friends as well. We ended up becoming friends over the food years back. Anyone can abduct us, luring us with good food.I grab the doughnuts, and Mrs. Robin places a steaming cup of hot coffee for me and Rebecca. I don’t bothe