Renia's POV. I am the one tending to his wounds and yet I am the one flinching. Raphael doesn't look the least bit affected by his burst lips. He didn't even so much as flinch when I applied the methylated balm. "Why didn't you tell me that they already knew?" I asked him and he shrugged. “I knew you would find out in time besides they only found out recently.” He said. I hummed and applied the ointment on his bruise before pulling back and washing my hand. He was still sitting in the same position on the edge of the bathing tub staring at me. “I am sorry about my dad. He has never lost his temper like that.” I said. He nodded. “It is fine. I had it coming. I can imagine how long he must have been keeping it in.” He said. “Right. You did deserve it.” I said wiping my hand off the little towel in my bathroom. “Right.” He mumbled and then stared at me awkwardly as if he wasn’t sure of what to do or even say next. He looked around the bathroom and back to me and I raised my eyebr
Renia's POV.It has been one week since I moved back to my parent's house. One week since Raphael decided to come with me and he has been sleeping on that stupid couch the entire week. He knows damn well that he could choose to sleep in a visitor room but he didn't bother sleeping in one. He didn't ask my mum to direct him to any room and he hasn't insisted on sleeping on the same bed as me. I don't know what annoys me more, the fact that he is sleeping on the couch or the fact that he has been taking his vow not to touch me a little too seriously. He has been extremely sweet to my parents, especially my mum. My dad is yet to warm up to him. He hasn't gone to work since he came here and he only works from home— I have heard him yelling at his employees one or two times in this week but he refused to leave the house, he refused to leave me alone. He doesn't stay closer than it is necessary and he doesn't touch me unless it is absolutely necessary or if it happened accidentally. Did I
Renia's POV. The smell of her overly familiar perfume did nothing to ease my already tensed shoulders instead it worsened the case. I don't think I have ever been able to describe how her perfume smells and maybe that is because I can't explain it. It smells expensive and choking and it just gives off these weird vibes. I am pretty sure it must be an exclusive smell cause I have never smelt such perfume on anyone before, trust me, I will remember if I ever had. She was looking me up and down slowly with that wicked smirk still permanent on her face and her eyes were glinting in a way that showed she was up to no good. I dropped my hand to my stomach in a silly attempt to shield my kids from her because I somehow felt the need to keep them far away from her. Her eyes followed my movement and her smirk got even wider. I cleared my throat uncomfortably. "I was just about to leave. Nice seeing you here, Susan." I said with a small fake smile and attempted to leave the bathroom not even
Raphael’s POV. I couldn’t stop thinking about what Renia told me last night. I still don’t understand why Susan felt the need to threaten her. I could see the fear in her eyes, I could literally smell the fear in her. She cried herself to sleep last night and I had to carry her up to her room. Crying and worrying about the babies won’t do anything to help her, it would only do more damage and I was already worried that her blood pressure might end up shooting up again when we just recently managed to get it back to normal and that is why I plan on paying Susan a surprise visit today but it might not be a surprise to her because she already knows that she doesn’t mess with Renia and get away with it so easily. I couldn’t tell Renia about my whereabouts because she was still fast asleep by the time I left the house and I also didn’t want her to worry unnecessarily. I told Melissa that I would be back as soon as possible. I don't plan on staying out too long anyway. I pulled the car in
Renia’s POV.Raphael was no longer at home by the time I woke up the next morning. I already knew without even having to ask that he must have gone to Susan’s place. I vaguely remember him carrying me up to my room yesterday but I was too tired to protest. I still can’t believe that I managed to fall asleep last night. I was beyond convinced that I wouldn’t have been able to close my eyes not to even talk of sleeping. I tried not to think too much about what Susan said yesterday and just tried to play it cool. I will have to keep my calm until Raphael gets back and I know how his little ‘talk’ with her went. I made sure not to let my emotions show so I would bother worrying my mum about it. It is more than enough that I was already worrying. I had breakfast with my parents and I was busy chatting with Hugo when Raphael came back home. He seemed cool and calm on the surface but I didn’t let that deceive me seeing as I was pretending to be cool myself. I walked up to him the moment I s
Renia’s POV. Things have been way too quiet around here. We haven’t heard shit from Susan and I am going to just chalk that up to the fact that I have barely stepped out of my father’s house. True to his word, Raphael got my dad to hire some bodyguards. He must have told him about the situation for my dad to allow that. His relationship with my dad has improved a whole lot. It has gotten to the point that my dad no longer feels the need to throw a punch at him at every given chance. He hired over fifteen bodyguards and he also got the security system in our home tightened so that just anybody couldn't get inside without the go-ahead from those insides. While Raphael’s relationship with my dad might be stable, I can’t say the same for our relationship. We are no longer walking on thin ice but the tension between us is still very much thick and I am yet to decide if I want to forgive him or not. I know I did say that I will be willing to forgive him if he ever manages to return my fee
Renia’s POV. I have nothing to wear. I am not even kidding. What would you recommend for a pregnant woman who is going on a date with her husband? The only clothes I have in my wardrobe are just matrimonial gowns and a ridiculous number of mum’s Jean but I literally have nothing suitable to wear for a date. Do pregnant women even go on dates? I have been trying to decide on what to wear for hours on end and I haven’t even seen one dress that comes close to date wear— if that is even a thing. I decided to call Hugo and ask for his help. “I thought you said you didn’t actually care about the date,” Hugo commented. I glared at him through the phone. “I don’t care,” I answered. “Then why is it taking you so long to pick a dress? You shouldn’t be so bothered about looking good on the date if you don’t really care.” He said. “What is your point?” I asked him. I think you can already tell that Hugo is on Raphael’s team. I mean he wasn’t in support of what he did and all but he also thi
Raphael’s POV. I have never fancied myself in love before. I used to believe in that word before when I was a kid when my parent's marriage was still…fine? When things were still fine. I stopped believing in that term the moment I saw how everything could easily fall apart. When I saw just how easy it was for one woman to make my family fall apart. I was still so young then, I was barely a day over ten but I was convinced that love didn’t really exist. I vowed then and there never to let a woman get to me so much that it would lead to my own downfall and eventually my death. So you can imagine just how hard and surprising it was for me to realize my feelings for Renia. At first, I couldn’t believe it. I mean how could I be so sure that I was in love with her when I don’t really know what the word means when I don’t really know what it feels like to be in love but I soon realized that it doesn’t matter whether I knew what it felt or what it was. What matters is that I was sure of wha