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Marriage Contract 46
Evy "After he left, I locked the bedroom door, spread the baby clothes and birth control pills around me on the mattress, and looked at each item for long minutes. Abortion was not an option. I felt a shiver run down my spine just thinking about it. Giving my child to Gael was also out of the question, even though I know his financial status is much more favorable than mine concerning our child. However, either this would be our baby, or it would definitively be just mine. To top it off, giving up everything I've achieved at the finish line will leave me in misery again, and damn it, there's still my mother who needs me a lot! Distressed by these thoughts, I leaped out of bed, turned my back on all of that, and leaned against the window frame. I stared at the sunny day, watched the wind play with the treetops, and some butterflies fluttering around the garden. I released a deep breath forcefully. What should I do after all? Which path to follow? I looked back at all those objects rep
Marriage Contract 47
Evy "Good morning, dear wife! What have you been doing that you couldn't answer my calls?" I sense the sarcasm in Gael's voice as soon as I pick up the phone. "Hmm, with my husband away, I've had more time for sleeping!" I grumble, trying to keep my voice as natural and playful as possible. He laughs on the other end of the line. "I can't believe you're sleeping the entire day, Mrs. D'Angelo!" "Oh, of course not! I've also been spending some time in the library studying. You know how I am." "Yes, I know. And I admire that about you!" "Hmm! Thank you, Mr. D'Angelo, that's coming from you is a compliment!" I tease. "But it is a compliment!" He protests with humor. Humor. I'll miss that. "How's your work going over there?" I decide to change the subject. "As I expected, boring! I should have brought you with me; at least I would have some fun hours every time I returned to the hotel suite," he says, making me laugh again. The worst part is knowing that I desire him much more than
Marriage Contract 48
Evy I wake up in a small room, completely different, with simple furniture and only a rectangular window made of wood and glass, allowing me to see the daylight. I must have fallen asleep at some point during the journey here, and Dylan probably put me to bed. I think as I sit in the middle of the mattress and stretch afterward. As soon as I put my feet out of bed, I am hit by the morning sickness, and as always, I rush to find a bathroom. A warm shower helps me relax a bit, and then I search for my suitcase. I furrow my brows in confusion when I can't find it anywhere and head straight to a three-door wardrobe. To my surprise, everything is right there in front of me, neatly arranged. "Dylan," I think, opening a satisfied smile. I put on a loose dress and sandals, and after tying my hair in a loose bun, I leave the room hungry. A wonderful smell of food surrounds me as I enter the small living room, and my stomach immediately grumbles. I follow the scent to find a small and charming
Marriage Contract 49
Evy At night, it was not the most peaceful. As much as I wanted to muffle my thoughts, they screamed too loudly inside my head. I simply couldn't stop thinking about how Gael would react upon discovering my escape. He'd probably react with a good party among friends and girls, after all, I'm giving him his long-awaited freedom, right? And there's still the risk of him succeeding with his father's coveted inheritance, as that has always been his goal. The thought that he arrives tonight makes me uneasy. I can't afford to fall into his hands again. If Gael finds out about this pregnancy, I certainly won't stand a chance. "He'll never find us here," I say, gently caressing my stomach, but deep down, I wanted to be near him, to feel warm and safe in his arms. "Damn, Evy, what are you saying? When have you truly felt safe with him?" Another heavy breath passes through my mouth, and I turn to the side in bed. Damn, I hope not! Damn, I really need to relax! I get out of bed, put on a war
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Gael Moments before the escape... "Promise me you'll wait for me right here in this bed?" I whisper, planting small kisses on her lips. Evy stretches beneath me, and I can't help but admire her completely naked bust rising and falling with a deep breath she just released. Her fair skin invites me to trace a delicious trail of kisses. Damn, I can't stay here for even a moment longer! I grumble internally. "Do you really have to go now?" "You know I do. The jet has a schedule, and I have a deadline to meet." "Hmm!" She moans in frustration, and it makes me smile, causing my heart to inexplicably race. "Will you walk me to the door?" Damn it, Gael, is this necessary? I wonder, not understanding this damn need to be close for so long. "Can you give me just a minute? I need to use the bathroom quickly and throw on some clothes." "I'd love to see you naked like that. I'd enjoy it!" I laughed, nibbling the nipple of her breast with my lips. "I'm sure you would, Mr. D'Angelo, but your
Marriage Contract 51
Gael "We'll leave in fifteen minutes, guys!" Chloe announces, poking her head into the door of the hotel suite where we're having breakfast. Paul stirs in his chair and finishes the last of his coffee, leaving the cup on the table, while Max gets up to grab his executive folder lying on the sideboard. I rise from my chair to grab my phone and call Evy, eager to hear the sound of her voice. However, the call goes straight to voicemail, and I exhale with annoyance. Audibly. What could she be doing that's so important she can't answer my call? We then head straight to a big black car and drive to the Interplace building, where we'll have a business meeting. As soon as we arrive, I shake hands with the representatives of the Interplace corporation and take a seat at a large rectangular table. Chloe focuses on distributing folders with the meeting agenda, while Max takes care of explaining the bureaucratic details. I don't notice when his voice fades, and my wife's voice fills my ears.
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Gael "Evy?" I shout her name impatiently, opening the door to our room and finding everything quiet and neatly arranged. I go straight to the closet and notice that a good portion of her clothes is here. Some jewelry and shoes too, most of what's left are the gifts I gave her. "Damn it, what did you do, Evy?" I growl, feeling something different inside me. A mix of fear and anger... actually, hatred. I leave the room, stomping, and head to the library where Dana said she spent some hours locked. I find some books scattered on the table, confirming what she told me when she answered my call. I look around the room for something that gives me a direction, but there's nothing here! "Mr. D'Angelo?" "Get the men, Clarck. I need to talk to them and understand what really happened here!" I order with a dry tone, not looking directly at him. "Of course, Mr.!" He leaves, and pissed off, I sweep my hand, knocking the books off the table, throwing them to the floor. "Tell me you didn't do thi
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Gael Hours later... "Did you send for me, Sir?" Ulisses asks entering my office. "I did!" I say, emptying the whiskey glass and placing it on the table, making an unnecessary noise. "I want you to keep an eye on Mr. Thompson. Follow him wherever he goes." "May I know what this is about, Mr. D'Angelo?" "I know he knows where she is, and I know it's only a matter of time before he leads us to her. And when you find her, I want you to bring her to me." "Yes, Sir!" He turns to leave the room. "And, Ulisses?" "Yes, Sir?" "If you fail again, I'll make sure you never work as security in this city again!" He swallows hard. "I won't fail, Sir! I'll bring Mrs. D'Angelo back as soon as I find her." "Great! Take photos of Mr. Thompson's outings. I want to know every step he takes without exceptions." "Yes, Sir!" He leaves, closing the door, and I refill my glass. At night, I stagger up the stairs, holding onto the railing. I can't believe I let all this shit happen to me! I grumble men
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