ANASTASIA“Today marks two months and she’s only been progressing, Ms. Smith,” Dr. Flores started with a smile gracing his features. I couldn’t help but cheer in happiness as I ran over to hug my sister. Her color was already returning, she was no longer as pale as before.“Does this mean she can come home soon?” I questioned.His smile dropped slightly as he shook his head. “Aria is progressing, but we still have to keep her close in order to monitor her. If things keep going how they are and if the chemotherapy continues to destroy more cancer cells, I believe she can go home within the next week or two,” he responded.It wasn’t as good of news as I had anticipated, but it was better than what could’ve been said.“Hey, you’re in the middle of the toughest battle, Aria. You just have to keep fighting so you can win in the end,” he muttered before giving Aria a small smile. She nodded her head slowly as she puckered her lips off to the side.“You got this,” I told her.The doctor gaze
She sobbed as she cut another chunk. I could only watch in horror as she did it again. Every time the scissors snipped, her sobs grew louder.After one last cut, she finally stopped. Her body stilled, but her weeping grew. Aria threw her hands up in her hair as her shoulders rocked to match the music of her sadness. I hurriedly wrapped my arms around my little sister, trying to protect her from her own pain. Aria responded by allowing me to hug her and keep her protected like I always swore to do. If that meant I had to protect her from the very disease killing her, then I would.When her crying died down, I rubbed her back soothingly. “Are you okay?”She sniffled. “I’m fine.”“Good. Now, let’s get this head as smooth as a newborn baby,” I joked. Aria cracked a smile before a snort climbed out of her throat. After kissing the top of her head, I called in a nurse, who helped me cut off the rest of Aria’s hair before we used hair clippers to really get it short. Once we finished, I watc
I placed clothes and shoes into my bag. Irritation was clear in my expression. I was angrier with myself; I should have known she would do something so selfish. I needed to learn to be more careful with what I left in my mother’s care.Grabbing my phone, I sent a quick text to Aria, informing her that I would be heading off to work.The stare of my mother’s eyes, burning at me from the entrance of my bedroom didn’t go unnoticed.“Don’t you ever ask me for a penny of my money! You should be ashamed of yourself! You sold all of the things I bought for your very sick daughter,” I snapped, my eyes never going to meet her.“I didn’t do that! Anastasia, baby, you know I would never,” she lied, walking toward me. I grabbed my bag and stormed out of the room. Nothing will ever make up for the wrongs she had done.Just before I walked out of the house, I snatched off the necklace she had gotten me many years ago, it was a locket of me and a woman I once loved to call my mother.Gripping her ha
“Many have considered me to be cruel and heartless, yet my friend here…” he began before beckoning for one of the suited men to stand. The man quickly stood up on wobbly feet while fixing his suit in the process. “…is getting married. His wedding ceremony will not only be paid for by me, his friend, but he says that I get to invite the people of my choosing as well. Isn’t that right, Marco?” he asked.I could hear the evil intent in his voice. It was enough to make my eyes narrow in suspicion as I saw Marco visibly gulp. I felt bad for him, and I wasn’t even sure why yet.“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir,” he sputtered out quickly before sitting down next to a woman, his fiancée. She immediately wrapped her hand around his arm as she gazed at Mr. Romano with fear-laced eyes.All of a sudden, Mr. Romano’s hand found the outside of my panties and he brushed against my core. I immediately grabbed his arm to halt his actions, and thankfully he did stop. However, he didn’t pull his hand away.“Ne
“Do you want to be?” he asked. I grabbed his hands on my waist before dropping them to his sides. Getting off his lap, I turned around. The moment I did, he pushed me down so my chest lay on top of the table while his hands moved down to my bottom.“I was kidding. Why don’t you let me joke?” he asked, pressing his hard-on against me. I bit down on my lip as I could feel every inch of him upon me. All I could hope for was that he wouldn’t lift up my skirt to see how wet he made me.My mind was too busy with an internal battle, so I didn’t pay much attention to his hand trailing underneath my skirt. Instinctively, I pushed closer against him, leaving his hand that was once underneath my skirt to come crawling up to my neck.“What do you want from me, Mr. Romano?” I seethed. His hand wandered down from my neck to my waist, where he pulled up the tight fabric of my crop top. The feel of his skin against mine only built the sensations deep within. My eyes shut momentarily at the thought of
His hand latched onto my waist where he squeezed me. While his one hand held onto my waist, his other one was still gently pulling my hair to keep me in place. Despite the fact that I just had an orgasm, he was making me feel turned on once again. Every time he sucked against my skin, I felt a jolt go directly to my core.Seeing as he held on to my hair, I ran my fingers through his. I never would’ve guessed his hair would feel so silky and thick. When I grabbed a handful and tugged it gently, he let out a small groan against my neck. It was the sexiest noise I had ever heard. He pressed me closer against his erection and just like I had done before, I began to grind against him.After much time, he pulled away from my neck. I just knew that it looked bad based on the smirk he wore on his face as he stared at it. “Every time you strip, I just want those little boys to know that you belong to me, no?”“I don’t belong to you,” I said before quickly getting out of his grip. I bent over a
VALENTINOI watched her run out in a frenzy. At first, I believed she was a spy or someone trying to bring me down, so I ordered my men to watch her. It was the only explanation I could think of without raising the suspicious brows of my men. She came out of nowhere and was exactly what I favored in a girl. It was easy for me to assume one of my many enemies assigned her a job to get information about me, but I was wrong.What my men reported back surprised me. She spent nights at the hospital, watching over her dying little sister. There was no indication that she was in contact with Dmitri or anyone else who could possibly want to bring me down. My paranoia quickly vanished the moment I began to discover more about her.What began as a task to see if she was who she truly said she was became a worry about whether or not everything was okay. I knew how easy it was to be tempted by darkness in dark times, but she was too bright of a person. It would pain me to see the same darkness in
ANASTASIAI woke up with a crick in my neck. I wasn’t exactly sure how long I could continue sleeping on a chair. It was becoming the most uncomfortable place, but I still managed to make it work with a hospital blanket draped over me.The second the sunlight fanned my face, I opened my eyes to look at my sister. She was still sleeping, and the slight amount of color that had managed to make its way onto her face seemed to have disappeared. Her body looked lifeless with the amounts of tubes and monitors attached to her body.She seemed to feel me looking at her because her eyes snapped open, but then shut due to the sunlight. When a groan moved past her lips, I knew my best option was to cover up the windows with the curtains.“Hey,” she said softly.Her voice no longer sounded the same. I tried my best not to break down and cry because it seemed like I had done enough of that to last a lifetime. I gazed down into her eyes only to see they looked defeated. The color that once danced a