Cynthia Dion: When I got back to my room, Mr. Holt was using a laptop, lying in bed. I didn't want to stay in the same room with him.He kept his eyes on the laptop and mentioned, "I've told the staff to get the oceanfront farmhouse in Maui ready for our honeymoon."I gulped nervously and fidgeted with my fingers, wondering why the heck we had to go on a honeymoon when it was clear we didn't like each other. I just couldn't grasp his underlying motive for all these chaotic actions.He noticed my unease about being alone with him and gave a sly grin, then asked, "Do you reckon you can get ready in just two days?"I felt a lump in my throat at this news."Why do we have to go? I mean, Maleeka needs you; your child needs you," I said, hesitating to get closer to him.I felt a deep fear at the thought of what he might do, so I kept my distance."So, are you saying you think I'm irresponsible and that I'm making these plans to shirk my responsibilities?" He seemed to be trying to shift th
Cynthia Dion: He was really mad, and I thought he might change into his wolf form any moment. Then, when I looked up at him, I saw something strange happening to his eyes."Atticus!" I didn't realize that his anger wasn't directed at me, but I was so scared of his wolf side.I released his arms and stepped back to keep myself safe."Fu---," he grunted, then started coughing as if there was no tomorrow."Here!" I hurried to give him some water, but he was too focused on his pain to think about anything else."Atticus!" I knelt beside him, gently rubbing his back in an attempt to comfort him. However, he continued to cough and flinch."We should get you to the hospital," I whispered. As I tried to get up from the ground, he grabbed my hand and pulled me back down again."No!" he adamantly rejected the idea. "That would go against me." He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, wrapping his other arm around his stomach to suppress his cough.I could tell he didn't want Mr. Holt to hear hi
Cynthia Dion: I started to panic, scanning the room to find a hiding spot for Atticus. I was worried that if I stashed him in the bathroom and Mr. Holt decided to shower or use it for anything else before taking Maleeka out, I'd be in trouble."Just grab the bag from the closet. Your clothes are in there. Why do you have to disturb Cynthia's sleep at this hour?" Luckily, Maleeka proposed this idea to Mr. Holt because she knew her brother was in my room."You're pretty demanding when you're pregnant," Mr. Holt sounded tired, but at least he went along with her suggestion.I paced around the bedroom, feeling anxious about Atticus, who appeared drained from his incessant coughing."Just a few more minutes, alright?" I settled beside him on the couch. Suddenly, he slumped down and, before I could grasp his intent, he rested his head in my lap and clung to my legs tightly.I was too stunned to even take a deep breath at that moment. I was on the couch, and he was on the floor. The whole s
Cynthia Dion: I didn't want to disrupt their private conversation and also their peace, so I exited the house and lingered in the garden, but soon his mother forcibly pulled me out.I knew she had initiated the treatment and even summoned some aides to assess Atticus's condition. I was anxious about him, but all I could do was wait outside in the chill.After a few minutes of my departure, I spotted Enzo emerging from the house with his hands tucked into his shorts pockets, appearing disheveled. His hair was tousled, likely because we had disrupted his peaceful slumber."So, care to explain what led to his loss of strength and your decision to bring him here?" He halted right in front of me and posed a question."Ask him yourself when he wakes up," I shot back, rolling my eyes at him, unwilling to give him any information."Don't get sassy with me," he muttered, gritting his teeth and taking an intimidating step closer to me. When I didn't flinch, he lowered his head and smirked sarc
Cynthia Dion: I observed her approaching, and she gazed at me as though I'd taken something of hers. She had an intense look on her face, and she huffed before slamming her bottle onto the ground and standing upright to speak with me."What on earth are you doing in my mate's house?" she yelled, causing me to nod to confirm that I'd heard her correctly."I apologize, but did you just mention your mate?" I asked with a sly smile, "Because the last time I checked, he had a mate bond with me." I didn't want to pick a fight with her over Enzo, but her sassy attitude provoked me into arguing with her."Huh! So now you want to stake your claim on him? Has stealing Maleeka's mate not satisfied your appetite?" Her haughty tone signaled her intense dislike for me. She stood there, talking down to me as if I were a repugnant creature, when in reality, she had been involved with everyone's mates."And you're the one interrogating me? Weren't you involved with both of my mates? So, who's the rea
Cynthia Dion: "You're telling me he's been poisoned?" I had to ask twice because it sounded utterly perplexing. It was so strange that this had happened to him."Not precisely tonight, but it appears that a small amount of poison has been administered to his body over the past year," he explained, which was even more frightening. Then, something else struck me, and I couldn't help but stare at his face in disbelief."Why did you inquire if I had been preparing his meals?" I asked through clenched teeth, "You don't think I--? Of course, that's why you asked if I had been cooking for him. Didn't you just say it had been ongoing for over a year?" I was seething at his insinuations."Yeah! But that doesn’t mean you can’t connive someone to do so," he shrugged, stealing his eyes from me when I narrowed my gaze at his face."You---," I closed my eyes to calm my raced breaths down before I attacked him and grabbed him by his shirt, "You think I have that much power over his mind to make him
Cynthia Dion: "Yeah! He gave it to me when I was feeling cold," I replied, observing him nod and turn his head to the other side. He seemed a bit uncomfortable, but I figured it might be because he was still unwell.I occupied the passenger seat of the car, glancing at Atticus, who gazed beside me. He appeared pale and weary, and I couldn't help but worry about him. They mentioned he had been poisoned, but I'm certain I had nothing to do with it.Could it be... there was only one name that crossed my mind, someone who could be wicked enough to do something like this. However, I've never seen him working in the kitchen."Are you feeling any better?" I inquired, my voice filled with concern, as he hadn't spoken for quite a while."Not really. I just want to get home and lie down," Atticus replied, weakly shaking his head."Right! Rest will make you feel better," I commented awkwardly, wondering when he would start talking again."Is everything alright?" After another few minutes of sil
Cynthia Dion: My heart raced inside my chest as I stared at Enzo, my mind still processing the forceful kiss he had forced upon me just an hour ago. The memory of his tight grip and his lips on mine without my consent sent shivers down my spine. Anger and frustration bubbled within me as I did my best to avoid making eye contact with him."Don't tell me my jacket reminded you of that kiss we shared," he remarked, his voice dripping with confidence. But he appeared oblivious to the situation. He moved closer to me, his eyes filled with arrogance and a smirk on his face."Do you have no shame or remorse?" I snapped at him, my voice filled with bitterness. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his words."Okay, okay, I know I messed up," he said, his tone condescending, raising his hands in mock surrender."But it's not like you didn't want it at the moment," he shrugged.I could feel the anger welling up inside me, threatening to overflow. How dare he try to justify his actions with such