*RADELLA*Locked up in a room like a dangerous criminal, I am surprised by his attitude. He should have immediately told me to leave his house. I don't mind just throwing it away without having to look for the man who slept with me. The waiter came in only to deliver food. I don't have an appetite, but my stomach is hungry. I sat facing the window all day, feeling the pain. My lips are still swollen and sore from the slap. But I force it for the sake of my child - he has to live, he has to eat, I will protect him. I don't know how long I sat here from morning to evening. The doorknob opened, but I did not turn around. Maybe it was the waiters who delivered dinner. I haven't showered or dressed up. I'm lazy to do anything."Akkh!"A sudden action! I immediately covered my mouth with my hands after his hand roughly pulled my hair. Then he kissed and bit my lips. Swearing is useless because he is a bastard! The wound on my lip still hurts, causing pain. What else does he want to do to
*Louis* "But, sir, we still want to ask," argued a woman who stood up and walked over to us. They are like fish on bait, always charging if they are not full. "Sorry, that's all for now, thank you," I said with a smile. I pulled Ella's hand so she stood up. I don't want her to be asked strange questions and not be able to answer them. "Can I ask for your photo for the cover of our magazine? Your wife's pregnancy will be hot news this week," said another person. I really want to tell the world about my wife's pregnancy. No matter whose child she carries, I will claim it as mine! I grabbed Ella's hips possessively and whispered, "Smile or I'll kiss you." She had to be threatened. She was shaking, her hands were sweaty, she was nervous next to me. Is this what she wants, to be treated gently? My face was close to hers and one hand was holding her stomach. She held her breath and was very nervous. This is the right time to make her bend her knees to me. I like women like this,
*Radella* I don't know what feeling is in my heart now. My mouth could say no but I like it, I like being touched by him, I'm like someone who longs for it but is embarrassed to ask. For God's sake! This is completely different from how I feel about Keaton. And unfortunately, my mother-in-law caught us both. My bedroom door was never locked and no one ever entered without knocking first. Maybe the whole family came to congratulate us. He and I looked at each other, not knowing what to say. After his mother left, a smile appeared on his lips. We took a deep breath and I looked at him annoyed. We separated and stood naked. I felt a little embarrassed when he glanced at my body which I covered with a blanket. "Put on your clothes, baby, let's go down together," he said as he put on his trousers. "I want to take a shower first," I said, passing him then he stopped me in my tracks and kissed my cheek. "Okay, I'll wait for you downstairs, okay," he said with a smile. These che
*RADELLA* "Forget that bastard's name, I'm Louis, your husband, and get used to saying my name!" I kept quiet and closed my eyes when Louis released his grip and punched the wall next to my face. I don't know why I was afraid of him, his actions yesterday traumatized me. I have never been rude to my parents or anyone close to me from childhood to adulthood. I didn't expect it to feel like that. I can't even open my mouth wide because my cheeks still feel bruised and my lips still sting. He's the bastard, not my chef. "I lost my appetite because you mentioned his name, that chef, I'll make sure he suffers!" he said with murderous eyes. Louis stepped away and left the room, slamming the door making me startled. He is very rude and angry. How can I fall in love and forget Keaton? OH God help him, don't let Louis hurt him. *** Morning I woke up early and was still uninspired. Locked up in the room and only having food delivered to the room. There is no appetite because my lips
*KEATON* The busyness in the kitchen with smoke billowing and the sound of cooking utensils clinking from every corner of the kitchen was so enthusiastic. The smell of cooking had wafted out of the kitchen. The breakfast menu has been served. I'm preparing the necessities for the lunch menu. "Edward, chicken stock, fish, shrimp and vegetable stock, please prepare it today." "Yes, chef!" "Dovi, please prepare 20 large pieces of fresh salmon for grilling." "Yes, chef!" I walked around the kitchen monitoring everyone working. In the corner, I heard the girls gossiping. I strained my ears to hear what they were talking about. "Madam isn't coming again?" "I don't think so, you were watching yesterday's news or this morning's newspaper. It said she was pregnant." "What!?" I was shocked to hear that too. She is pregnant and that is our child. Finally, what I wanted from her came true. Last night I asked my older brother for his opinion about our forbidden relationship.
*LOUIS* Watching the love drama of these two people who don't want to be separated makes me sick. Ella begged me with her pleading eyes, but I couldn't feel pity, no! Because I'm jealous! "I told you earlier... did you forget, baby?" I whispered in her ear and she could only cry and then her eyes continued to look at that damn man. The man who dared and dared to taste mine belonged to Louis! "You all go, I'll call you back when you're done," I shouted to those I had given the task of beating the man, they lowered their heads and left without asking anything. After they left I let go of Ella's hand and saw what their love was like. Ella ran and immediately hugged the man, sobbing and I felt suffocated. To be a husband is willing to have my wife hug and cry for another man, even though I am also guilty, I am still not willing and don't want to compare my faults and her faults. I leaned my body against the wall and tried to make these two people realize that I was among them. "W
*KEATON* I hate myself because I couldn't save what I should be able to save. If I had known yesterday that she was pregnant, I would have taken her away from this city. I will persuade her or even kneel at her feet so that she follows what I say. And now, it's too late. Because of this man, she risked our child. For God's sake! I hate being in a helpless state like this! The man approached me after being satisfied with doing everything he wanted. If both of my hands and feet were separated, he wouldn't be able to smile with satisfaction like this. "Open the tape on his mouth," he ordered. My eyes saw the jar in her hand. Oh my God, my child, my child's fetus. "You are cruel! You don't know how much a child means. I pray that God will punish you!" I swore at him. I don't want my child to be killed before he develops normally. He is a savage man! "This is the consequence if you dare to fight a Jackwell. Just so you know even this is too light in your punishment," He taunted
*LOUIS* Torturing her like this is better than me having to beat her and never be satisfied until she forgets about that chef. Of course, I hope she understands why I am like this and what she thinks about me is wrong! The food trolley brought by the waiter was still tightly closed and the plates were still clean. "She doesn't want to eat?" "No sir, not even lunch," She said. I took over the trolley and brought it back into the room. Seeing her sitting pensive, leaning in front of the window. Her face was sad and the tears kept falling. She wiped tears roughly several times. "Come on, honey, or do you want me to feed you straight from my mouth because you haven't eaten a bite, poor them," I said. She turned her head, and the sharp eyes looked even more sexy. The color of the bright blue eyes is so enchanting. "Why did you make me like this? You made him hate me, you slandered me indirectly. Why don't you want me to be happy when you were happy with your woman for 5 years