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No | 2024-10-23 20:10 | active | 1681 | 0 | ❤️Click to read more exciting content❤️ | Chapter 1 A Perfect Puppet The heat was suffocating, and in the murky confines of the room, Cynthia Stewart's mind swirled with confusion as she found herself entwined with a stranger. Suddenly, her shoulder was clamped in an iron grip. Before her was a man with noble bearing and sharp features, his expression a blend of restrained fury and unbridled desire, as he held her captive on the bed. "I'd rather die than fall for someone like you," Murray Fisher spat, his words dripping with contempt. As Cynthia's world threatened to go black, Murray's grip unexpectedly loosened, and a searing pain pierced her. Throughout the encounter, his demeanor never wavered—cold, detached, his eyes filled with disdain. When it was over, Murray rose from the bed, the faint light casting shadows on his sculpted back as he moved. Cynthia curled into herself, her body aching, bruised. "Who are you?" she whispered, voice trembling. "Why did you drug me?" Murray scoffed, his fingers biting into her wrist. "Drug you? You've been scheming to trap me like this for years. Thought you finally pulled it off, didn't you?" Cynthia's shock was palpable. "You think I drugged you?" Murray straightened up, his clothes disheveled as he loomed over her, radiating menace. "Cheryl Stewart, did you really think kidnapping Sheila and pulling this pathetic stunt would win me over? Be grateful she's unharmed—because if she wasn't, you'd be dead by now," he snapped. Cynthia was bewildered, lost in the chaos of his accusations. But the ache in her body reminded her she needed to call for help. Before she could reach for her phone, Murray grabbed her again, pulling her close, his face twisted with a bitter smile. "Calling the cops on your own husband? Really, Cheryl? Is that your latest game?" "Husband?" Cynthia's mind reeled. She was unmarried, yet somehow she found herself with a husband she didn't remember having. And he kept calling her Cheryl. That was her sister's name. Murray seemed oblivious to her confusion. He straightened his collar, his eyes drifting to the bloodstain on the sheets. "I'll admit, I'm shocked you were still a virgin," he said with a sneer. With a snap of his fingers, Kelly, the housekeeper, appeared, her hands trembling as she presented the contraceptives. "Mr. Fisher, this pill is potent, and Mrs. Fisher's constitution is frail," Kelly cautioned, but Murray disregarded her, taking the pill and approaching the bed. He held Cynthia's chin firmly, his features illuminated by the soft glow of the lamp, devoid of any warmth. "She is undeserving of bearing my child," he snapped, his voice cold. Cynthia fought, but she was no match for his strength. Forced to look up, she watched in horror as he forced her to take the pill. Cynthia gasped and choked, coughing violently. "You don't love her, and you're hurting her for another woman. You're despicable, not even worth mentioning in her life," she said. Murray's brow furrowed. "What are you muttering about?" "I want a divorce." Cynthia pushed Murray away with all her might and fled the estate in a panic. At the mention of divorce, a flicker of astonishment crossed Murray's icy facade. He couldn't believe that Cheryl, who had been begging for his love just a short time ago, was now the one suggesting they dissolve their marriage. Cynthia dashed into the Stewart residence, her heart pounding in her chest. Her father, Donald Stewart, was pacing anxiously as she entered. He gripped her arms tightly, his voice a desperate whisper. "Did Murray suspect you?" His eyes were wild, his words rushed. "No one's the wiser about you and Cheryl being twins. You're doppelgangers, and even I can't tell you apart. Murray couldn't have known." It all clicked for Cynthia in that moment. Her dad, who had been gone for years, had called her in from the outskirts. She remembered a weird smell on the ride over, and then she woke up in Murray's house, right in front of the guy who had forced himself on her so brutally. "Dad, did you drug us? Did you send me to Murray intentionally? Why would you do such a thing?" Cynthia asked, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and anger. Donald stood, hands clasped behind his back, his face a mask of cunning and contempt. That contempt was directed at Cynthia. "Why? For the Stewart family!" Donald declared, his voice echoing with a chilling determination. "If Cheryl hadn't vanished, I wouldn't have come to you. Everything we have is tied to the Fishers. They hold our fate in their hands. Cheryl can disappear, she can die, but Murray's wife must survive, must keep bringing benefits to the Stewart name!" A harsh reality hit Cynthia hard. Her sister had disappeared, and her own future was a big question mark. But her dad didn't care about their safety. He just wanted someone to do what the family needed, and it looked like he'd picked Cynthia for the job. Donald muttered to himself, "Cynthia, for now, you have to embody Murray's wife. Until Cheryl returns, you are her." "From the day Cheryl and I were born, you saw us as cursed. You sent me away, even told the world I didn't exist. If the Stewart family only has one daughter, then why am I involved?" Donald maintained his composure, his tone casual as he inquired, "You're aware that Mike's company is losing money hand over fist, but are you aware of the illicit activities he's been involved in behind the scenes?" Cynthia's steps faltered at the mention of Mike Xenakis, her boyfriend. "Dad, what are you implying?" Cynthia asked. She had noticed some shady transactions, but Mike had said they were investments from friends. Now she realized it was more complicated than that. Seeing her hesitate, a sly smile crept onto Donald's lips, "My dear daughter, let's strike a deal. If you play your sister's role convincingly and maintain the facade as Murray's wife, keeping the alliance between our families intact, that damning evidence will never see the light of day. You and Mike will both be safe." Cynthia remembered Mike's tender promise that once his business took off, he would marry her in a grand ceremony. She knew her refusal now would come with a price—a risk that she and Mike could end up stuck in her dad's control forever. When Cynthia looked into Donald's eyes, she felt suspicious and scared. It was like she was facing pure evil, a darkness that matched the man who had given her life. After much hesitation, Cynthia gritted her teeth and agreed to the deal. She paused to gather her thoughts, then questioned, "The Fishers rule this city, and Murray Fisher, their leader, became a billionaire by 23. He's tough, distant, and always suspicious. Do we really have a chance to fool him?" Chapter 2 Sheila's Facade Donald's voice echoed with a tinge of arrogance. "No one knows about Cheryl and Cynthia, the twin sisters. It's just our secret." His words hung in the air, but then they heard footsteps coming their way. The door opened, and there was Murray, looking as dark and stormy as a night-time ocean, leading a woman wrapped in a white fur coat. Sheila Baker hid behind Murray, shaking when she saw Cynthia. "Murray, I'm so scared," she said softly, her voice just a whisper. Murray offered a comforting touch, then turned his glacial stare onto Cynthia. "Cheryl, you've got the nerve to propose a divorce. Think about what that could cause." He loomed over Cynthia, his voice a mix of mockery and strange protectiveness for Sheila. Donald got nervous and quickly tried to fix things with Murray. "Murray, please ignore Cheryl's talk. She's just upset and not thinking straight." Sheila clung to Murray's arm, her eyes wide with a feigned innocence as she locked gazes with Cynthia. "I've always thought of Cheryl like a sister. I don't get why she dislikes me so much. Even though she had me kidnapped and tried to... harm me, I don't hold it against her." With a soft tug on Murray's sleeve, Sheila continued, "Murray, Cheryl cares so much about her pride. Please don't let her be embarrassed in public." She sounded sincere, but it was clear she was trying to make herself look like the one who had been hurt. Cynthia met Sheila's gaze with a mixture of scorn and mockery, seeing right through Sheila's tricks. "You're well aware of Murray's marriage to me, and yet you pushed yourself into our relationship. Now you're trying to play the wronged victim?" Sheila's eyes brimmed with tears, her voice trembled with each word. "It's not as it seems between Murray and me," she insisted, but her fake innocence broke down as she started to cry. Cynthia, her tone laced with biting sarcasm, pressed further. "If you think of me as your sister, then Murray should be your brother-in-law, right?" Murray's attention shifted between Cynthia's unyielding defiance and Sheila's tears. He spoke with authority. "Cheryl, apologize." Cynthia stood her ground, unshaken, as the actions were Cheryl's, not hers. "I won't apologize for what I haven't done." Donald, in his quest to appease Murray, barked at Cynthia. "Cheryl, bow and apologize to Ms. Baker." Cynthia's brow furrowed in a display of sheer defiance. "I am the legitimate wife. Why should I bow down to the intruder?" The slap from Donald was sudden and severe. "Cheryl, this is your final warning. Bow and apologize." Cynthia inhaled deeply, her spirit unbroken. "I shall never bow to the interloper!" Donald's face turned pale as he held a riding crop, watching Murray's reaction. "My word is law in the Stewart family. To go against me is to go against all of us. Will you obey, or not?" Cynthia's expression remained stoic. Pushed into this crazy situation and now being forced to the edge of embarrassment, she couldn't help but think about how tough life must have been for Cheryl. "Never!" Cynthia declared firmly, her voice resolute. The riding crop came down hard, hitting the back of Cynthia's legs over and over. Each hit left red marks, making a scary picture. Cynthia's face got pale, and her forehead was covered in cold sweat. The pain in her legs was too much, and it made her feel numb all over. She couldn't stand anymore and fell down on one knee. Murray looked at Cynthia, seeing the bad shape her legs were in and how strong her spirit was. For a short moment, he seemed unsure if he should keep going. Then, he walked away from Cynthia without showing any feelings. As Murray disappeared from view, Sheila's facade of innocence crumbled, replaced by a smirk as she leaned into Cynthia's personal space. "Cheryl, you're fighting for something that's not yours. Murray's heart belongs to me. Deep down, you know you can't beat me." Her eyes, once a picture of innocence, now shimmered with a cunning malice as she continued, "I have a little secret for you. I've been ahead of you all along. Your kidnapping scheme? I was aware, but I played along. I'm going to use it to reveal your true self to Murray." Cynthia, undeterred, clutched Sheila's necklace, drawing her close. "Seems like you've made a misstep too, haven't you?" Sheila's confusion was momentary. "What are you getting at?" A cold smile graced Cynthia's lips. "You risked it all, hoping I'd take the bait, but your real aim was to turn Murray against me." Her grip shifted to Sheila's chin, taunting, "But it didn't work out that way. Even now, Murray's not leaving or hurting me. It appears I hold a special place in his heart that you could only dream of." Sheila's face flushed with anger, but she was struck dumb. She sensed a steel in Cheryl she'd never seen before, a departure from the woman who might have once lashed out in a fit of rage. "Don't kid yourself. Murray's keeping you around to make you repent for your sins," Sheila snapped before making her dramatic exit, the click of her heels marking her departure. Donald's stern warning rang in Cynthia's ears as she left. "Stay clear of Murray and Sheila. Keep your pride in check, no matter what." Back at the Fisher residence, Cynthia sat on the couch, her brow furrowed in thought. The life of luxury she'd envisioned for Cheryl was a stark contrast to the reality. A servant interrupted her thoughts. "Mrs. Fisher, it's time." Cynthia, puzzled, inquired, "Time for what?" "To prepare Mr. Fisher's bath and dinner," the servant replied. Cynthia gestured to herself, her face etched with disbelief. "Me? Wait on that madman? After he's done with his romantic tryst? I must be out of my mind. I'm his wife, not his servant." The servant bowed. "Mrs. Fisher, these are the tasks you've always taken care of for Mr. Fisher." Cynthia rubbed her forehead as she muttered to herself, "Cheryl, what are you after, stooping to this level?" Even though they weren't close, seeing her sister treated this way left a bitter taste. "I'm done with this. Handle the bath and dinner yourself," Cynthia said, brushing off the servant with a wave of her hand. "Got it," the servant agreed, noting the change in their mistress since her return. 'Has she finally seen the light?' the servant wondered. Sheila soon appeared, draped in a white bathrobe, her tone demanding as she addressed Cynthia. "Cheryl, have you prepared the bath? I'm in the mood for a rose petal soak today." "Ms. Baker, I'll see to the bathwater—" the servant began. Cynthia cut in with a mischievous grin. "Don't worry, dear. I'll take care of it so you and your..." She paused, catching herself before the insult slipped out. "So you'll have a lovely bath to enjoy." Though she had no intention of doing so, the sight of Sheila, provocatively draped in a bathrobe, was too much for Cynthia to bear. She was determined to give this couple a 'surprise' they wouldn't forget. Chapter 3 Master Of Hypnosis Sheila's departure was marked by a smirk. "Cheryl, I'm really looking forward to that," she said, her voice a melody of feigned innocence. Cynthia's response was a smile that held the mystery of the night. "Let's see if that smile stays when the curtain falls," she remarked, her tone a whisper of things to come. The servant, ever the picture of loyalty, hesitated. "Mrs. Fisher, perhaps I should be the one to prepare it." "Absolutely not," Cynthia replied, her laughter a chilling melody. "I have a special bath to prepare for my 'beloved' husband and his playmate." The servant was puzzled, her face a blank page waiting to be filled with questions. Normally, the Mrs. Fisher she knew would be seething and grumbling about this task. But today, the woman was a different story, all bright and bubbly, like she was looking forward to something big. As the bathwater began to fill the tub, Sheila entered the bathroom, her head tilted in a pose of feigned innocence. "Cheryl, I'm accustomed to having someone attend to my every need while I bathe. You'll stay and serve me." Cynthia nodded, her compliance an unexpected twist in the tale. "As you wish, Sheila." Sheila felt a surge of victory. She spoke with the confidence of someone who thought she ruled everything, "Cheryl, if you had understood your position, things with Murray would have been easier for you. "The title of Mrs. Fisher isn't for you. Soon, I'll be the lady of this house, and that important man will be with me." With a show-off move, Sheila took off her robe and dropped her underwear at Cynthia's feet, like she was giving her a hard task. "Wash these by hand, okay?" But as Sheila stepped into the tub, her smile turned to a grimace. A sharp pain pierced her foot, and she found herself standing on shards of glass hidden in the water. "Cheryl, you did this on purpose!" Sheila's anger was a storm ready to break as she raised her hand to strike. But Cynthia was quick, grabbing Sheila's wrist with the skill of a bird catching its prey. "Sheila, whether I keep my title or not is still up in the air. But as long as I'm around, you won't get it. Don't test me. You don't know what I can do." Then, with a quick motion, Cynthia threw Sheila's underwear into the toilet, a clear sign that she was done with the challenge. Sheila seethed, ready to pounce, when a noise from outside interrupted her. Seizing the moment, she clutched Cynthia's hand and sneered, "Cheryl, I really want to know what you can do." As she spoke, Sheila staged a dramatic fall, making it look like Cynthia had shoved her. Lying on the floor, she cried out, acting like the victim. "Why, Cheryl? Why are you doing this to me?" Murray stormed into the bathroom, catching the tail end of the scene. Sheila was a picture of fragility and pain, while Cynthia stood by, unscathed. Murray's face darkened as his gaze fell on Sheila's injured foot and the tub of filth. "Cheryl, when will this end?" Cynthia just smiled at Murray. "I was figuring out her little act. Now it's clear—she's got you here to defend her." Murray's scorn was evident. "Enjoying your little prank? Why not be a part of it?" With that, he grabbed Cynthia and tossed her into the muck. Cynthia hit the tub, and the water closed over her head. The glass cut her, staining the water red, a stark contrast to the rose petals floating above. Murray was clearly surprised when he saw how risky the situation was. He thought Cynthia would cry and complain like Sheila, but Cynthia stayed quiet, with many cuts on her body. Before he could react, Cynthia had him by the collar, pulling him down into the chaos with her. Murray fell in with a splash, ending up in a heap with Cynthia. His knee ended up against her, hands gripping the tub's edge to keep from going under, and in the chaos, his lips brushed her forehead. Cynthia's clothes clung to her, revealing her curves as the water soaked through. The way they were twisted together in the tub was anything but innocent. Sheila watched from the sidelines, her eyes ablaze with jealousy. She made a big show of being upset and threw herself back, like she was knocked down by what she saw. "Sheila!" Murray's breath hitched in his throat as Sheila's body went limp. With a rough shove, he sent Cynthia sprawling, her body left to cradle the bruises in the tub. Ignoring her, he bolted from the room carrying Sheila who only had a small cut on her foot. Cynthia, calm and quiet, got out of the red water and the broken glass. She cleaned her cuts quickly and efficiently, then left the bathroom. "Mrs. Fisher, you're bleeding," Kelly gasped, her hands guiding Cynthia to the sofa with a motherly insistence. As she applied the salve, her gaze never left Cynthia's cuts. Cynthia felt a rare sense of comfort in Kelly's care, a kindness she hadn't found anywhere else in the Fisher residence. The same concern that had been there for her in her darkest moments was just as soothing now. Kelly yawned as she took care of Cynthia's cuts. Cynthia noticed and asked kindly, "Kelly, have you been sleeping well?" Kelly sighed. "I can't sleep well, with bad dreams every night. Medicine doesn't really help. I guess it's just because I'm getting older." At this, Cynthia produced a delicate vintage pocket watch from her neck. "Let me help you with that, Kelly." She led Kelly into a quiet room and made the pocket watch swing gently from her hand. "Let your gaze rest upon the watch," she whispered, her voice a caress in the stillness. "Feel the pull of sleep as it wraps around you." Kelly's eyes got heavier as she watched the watch's swing. Cynthia's voice became like a lullaby, promising a good night's sleep. "Tonight, your dreams will be quiet, and you'll sleep deeply and peacefully." Soon, Kelly was fast asleep. Cynthia put the pocket watch away, feeling good about helping Kelly. She had returned a kindness, a small act in a world where such gestures were rare. As she stole back to her room, the sight of Sheila with a vial of sleeping pills caught her eye. "What's with the pills?" Cynthia inquired of a passing servant. "It's for Mr. Fisher," the servant replied in hushed tones. "His insomnia is severe, and he hasn't slept for seven days. "The doctors of Eusburg are stumped. Without sleep, his life hangs by a thread. There's only one man who might help, Mr. Stewart, the master of hypnosis. But Mr. Fisher dislikes anyone with the surname Stewart, and thus Mr. Stewart has never been called upon." Cynthia's gaze fell to her own injuries, a mirror to the disregard she and her sister Cheryl faced at Murray's hands. She might not claim kinship with Cheryl, but she would not suffer the indignity of her sister's mistreatment. A cold laugh escaped her. "Murray, I have a surprise for you. You're about to learn why Mr. Stewart's talents are not to be taken lightly." With a plan in mind, Cynthia went to Murray's room. She leaned against the door and yawned. "Sleeping pills won't fix your problem." Murray's fury was palpable, his exhaustion clear. "Get out!" Sheila attempted to soothe the waves, her voice sharp. "Cheryl, this is no time for games. Murray is in no state for disturbance." Cynthia's focus never left Murray. "I can end your sleepless nights." Disbelief clouded Murray's face. "Cheryl, do you understand the price of your lies?" Cynthia's response was a challenge. 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No | 2024-10-23 20:09 | active | 1681 | 0 | Best Friend Divorced Me When I Carried His Baby | Kelly's POV Was it a blessing to marry your best friend? I was not very sure what Pierce thought but marrying him was a dream come true for me. And now what was more exciting, we were going to welcome our first child. “It’s a good thing you’re cautious. You could’ve lost your baby, Miss Monroe.” The GYN told me seriously as she could see the shock in my eyes. I subconsciously touched my belly, and still couldn't believe a baby was lying there. Had I heard it right? I was pregnant? I was pregnant with a baby for Pierce! My best friend and my first crush! On the way out of the hospital, I couldn’t wait to tell Pierce about our baby. I wondered what his reaction would be. Would he scream in happiness? Would he kiss me and all? God! I couldn’t contain my happiness. I cupped my red face as I fantasized. But the moment I felt the cold from the simple ring on my finger, my wildly beating heart calmed down. I almost forgot that Pierce wasn't the type to be keen on having children, especially when our marriage was arranged by his family. Pierce was a complete gentleman, both as a friend and a husband. Every time we had sex, he was considerate but cautious, saying there was no need to add extra shackles when we were not ready. This baby, in a way, was out of plan. My mind was becoming restless as I sat in my car. Would this be good news for him? What if Pierce was still not ready for the baby? "Ma'am, is everything okay? Do you need to call the Boss?" My private driver Luke asked worriedly as he noticed my frown face. Luke was reliable like a family but if I chose to share, I still wanted Pierce to be the first to know this news. He's my baby's father. "No," I shook my head, giving Luke a reassuring smile. "He's on the flight. I'll talk to him later myself." So that I could sense his answer directly from his raw expressions. I was always good at that. I closed my eyes recalling the first day we met. His bright smile in the sunlight was so dazzling, he was a Prince. Long before we became best friends, I fell in love with him at first sight. But it was only an unrequited love, I knew it well. I slid down the car window to get some fresh air but accidentally caught a glimpse of our old high school. That bitter feeling filled my chest once again. Pierce is my first love but I'm not his. In high school, I was only a boring nerd in other's eyes while Pierce Anderson was the shining Quarterback. Everyone was surprised that we could be friends. Though enmity rose, I enjoyed being around him. I slowly realized that I didn't want just to be his friend. However, right when I was about to confess my feelings to him, another girl came into his life. I shook my head trying to get rid of those sad old memories. I gripped the cold wedding ring on my finger, telling myself the past was past. Pierce said they were over and I was his wife now. I was his wife who was carrying his baby now. I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes and opened the door to our house. My heart calmed down as I breathed in the scent of home. Our home. It wasn't as luxurious as his family's villa but cozy. Pierce and I decorated it together with our own hands. We enjoyed it. Yes, I must have been overthinking. That woman had been out of our lives for a long time and my marriage with Pierce was as beautiful as a fairy tale for the past three years. I glanced at the clock on the wall. At this point, Pierce should have gotten off the plane. He was over a month of traveling for the sake of our family’s business. Pierce was the President of ADE, the leading fashion magazine company all over Asia, and I was actually the Vice President of the company. We were not only life partners but also good partners at work. I really missed him. I dialed his number immediately. I really wanted to hear his voice now, to know when he would arrive home. I would prepare a good meal for him and he would prize me with a sweet kiss. And then we might have passionate sex like what he gave me the night before his business trip. Oops, I almost forgot I was pregnant now. I needed to tell him this first and then we could do something else instead. I was happily envisioning our lovely reunion and my heart dropped when a woman's voice came over the line. [Hello?] I snapped the phone as just one word came out. My phone fell to the floor and my body started shaking uncontrollably. NO! It couldn't be her! It couldn't be Lexi! She was already out of our life! I must have misheard. I rushed to the fridge in an attempt to calm myself with the aid of some alcohol. But the moment I touched the wine bottle, I was reminded of the doctor's words and my baby. I needed to be cautious for my baby's sake. I turned to get a box of milk and walked toward the sofa. I didn't know what made me recognize that as Lexi's voice at that moment. I meant Lexi and I were never close. Lexi Gilbert was a typical blonde beauty that men would go crazy for. She was the popular cheerleader in high school while Pierce was the star quarterback. Better match than he and a nerd like me, right? It wasn't surprising that he had fallen for her. My pride couldn't stand watching the man I loved go crazy for another woman. So I had once tried to stay away from them silently but Pierce refused to quit from my life. Every time I drowned myself in a sea of books and studies to forget them, Pierce would appear at my doorway asking me out. I couldn't say no to his charming smile; I couldn't say no when he claimed it was his duty as my best friend to take me to enjoy the real world. To not ruin our friendship, I could only hide my broken heart, silently playing the role of his best friend by his side and watching his happy face for another girl. I finally got up the courage to study abroad as I learned that Pierce was planning to propose to Lexi. However, I never expected Grams would call to beg me back. I returned in a hurry only to see a lifeless Pierce. His heart was harmed badly, by Lexi. My beloved sunshine boy was nowhere to be seen, and my heart was bleeding. I started to hate Lexi from that moment. I gave up my cherished man to her, and how dared she harm him so badly! That witch! Pierce didn't tell anyone what happened except he was over with Lexi. Grams arranged our marriage. I didn't understand why he agreed until the day I heard him say that marrying anyone but Lexi would be the same for him. It was so fcking hurt but I still walked into this marriage without a second thought. My cherished boy was broken and I wanted to fix him, not caring if I would ruin myself in the process. I fell asleep at home feeling so insecure and worried. I woke up in the middle of the night when I felt someone caressing my cheek. Slowly, I opened my eyes and I realized I had fallen asleep in the living area. Someone lifted me from the couch. I immediately recognized his scent and touch as I looked at him with heavy-lidded eyes. “Peirce…” “Hmm,” he hummed as he walked towards the stairs. “Why did you sleep on the couch?” I stared at his face when he gently put me down on the bed. He caressed my hair and kissed my forehead. He was always so gentle and that was why I loved him so much. Even when making love, he was very considerate of my feelings. We'd been apart for over a month, my body missed him and my heart wanted him. “Where have you been? I’ve been waiting for you,” I said as I caressed his cheek. “Just met a friend. You said you were waiting for me, is it something urgent?" Looking at his gentle face, suddenly I didn't want to ruin the moment. so I closed my parted lips and swallowed the truth back in my stomach once again. Tomorrow, maybe tomorrow, I will have the courage to face all the puzzles. I shook my head and pouted, telling him that I was sleepy. He chuckled and carefully carried me to the bed. The moment he was about to leave me after giving me a goodnight kiss, I panicked for some reason. I then quickly grabbed him and kissed him with all my passion, trying to undress him, trying to make him touch me more and deeper. I missed him. I wanted him. I felt that the only way I could feel at ease was to let him put himself inside me again. To make sure he was still mine. "Wait Kels," Yet he stopped me by pinning my crazy hands on the bed. "I thought you said you're sleepy and you need to rest." "But I think I miss you more now." I looked at him with innocence and I could catch desire flashing in his eyes but I didn't know why it faded soon. He used to be happy when I became the initiative one. As if noticing my confusion, he chuckled and playfully pinched my nose, “I’ll just take a shower. I smell alcohol.” I just nodded and watched him as he walked toward the bathroom. But drowsiness struck again so I closed my eyes to take a nap. However, it was already morning when I opened my eyes again and Pierce was beside me, putting a tray of food on the bedside table. “Hey!” I greeted and smiled when I realized what he’d done. He prepared breakfast for me. In bed. The sweetest. He smiled and sat on the bed. “Good morning.” I grinned as I sat on the bed. He carried the tray and put it beside me. I shot an eyebrow up and tilted my head as I stared at his handsome face. His eyes are deep brown. His eyebrows were thick and black, complimenting his beautiful eyes. His nose was proud and pointed and his lips were red and thin. He literally looks like a sexy bad boy. Even Damon Salvatore would be embarrassed to stand beside him. No one stands a chance against this man. “What is this? Is this a bribe? You stood me up last night, bad boy.” He didn’t laugh. He heaved a sigh and gently tucked my hair on my ears before he held my hand and stared into my eyes. “I have something to tell you.” I felt my heart race. I thought about our baby in my womb. He’s got something to tell. I have something to tell him too. “W-What is it?” I asked as I felt my voice tremble. He took a deep sigh. “You know you’re important to me, right?” I slowly nodded with parted lips. I couldn’t answer. I’m scared of what he’s about to say. I have a bad feeling about this. “You were my best friend before we got married. You are one of the few people I treasure…” I hid my balled fists under the sheet. I don’t know why he’s telling me all this but I felt tears pooling in the corner of my eyes already. “Kelly…” he paused and squeezed his eyes closed before he looked at me again in the eyes. “I-I think it’s time for us to divorce.” “P-Pierce…” I felt my heart clench. He smiled. “I know you don’t have feelings for me either. You just married me because of my grandparents. You just did this because you love them. Now it’s time for our real happiness, Kelly.” I shook my head, “W-What are you talking about, Pierce?” “Lexi is back, Kelly. 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Yes | 2024-10-23 20:19 | active | 1681 | 0 | Inacreditável o que aconteceu com a Turma 17!!!😱 🔴 Quem é TURMA 17, comenta 👇🏼: 🔥Sou Turma 17🔥 e marque 3 amigas 🥰 | Jéssica Pense Leve 4 | https://www.facebook.com/100092138504864/ | 139,166 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | VIDEO | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/464236045_3979861755567015_1400077343560935312_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=8wDOFUVQKYYQ7kNvgE2esDZ&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AaCAD1RDKytd8dE6sMdgAww&oh=00_AYBuGaEYAjLcKpheQdFTsk1QIAQiADPpUkFglhGk5FLSWA&oe=671F66D5 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Jéssica Pense Leve 4 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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