So, what is this? Are we going to stare at each other the entire day like this? Is this what he wanted to say? “I am still waiting to hear what we have to talk about, Robby,” I say, breaking the silence and making him blink for the first time in a decade. “I have things to take care of, so kindly be quick about this,” I add.He shifts his posture and clears his throat before speaking, “I want to help you, Ayana. I can get you out of this mess.”He is back into this?He takes a step closer, and I take one back, throwing him a warning glance that stops him in his tracks. “I appreciate your concern, Robby, but I can fight my own battles. I will handle this. You don’t have to do anything,” I say boldly.He dips his hands in his pocket, towering a short distance before me. “I want to help. You need someone’s help to pull through this, Ayana.”You know, I look at this kid, and I fail to understand the man who is able to say all these things to me—this somehow of a man who has the guts to lo
I shake my head in disagreement with his words: “You are confused, and you..."“I can clear up the misunderstanding so that..."“There is nothing to clear up, Robby!” I squeal. It seems like my voice is too soft for him to understand that this discussion is heading nowhere. “You are my student, and that is that. Forget any other ideas that are developing in your head. I wouldn’t want us to hate each other because of this.”“But…”“Mommy? Uncle Robby?” We snap in the direction of Lyana. Damn! “Are you two fighting?” She asks as she peels the blanket off her.I start walking to the bed, and Robby, as the annoying man he has decided to be, strolls behind me. Actually, that was for a second before I saw him bypassing me with his long strides as he opened his arms for my daughter, who was all smiles for him. “How is the most beautiful princess doing this morning?” Robby asks as they embrace in a hug that does not sit well with me. His confusion is the reason for this feeling. How can he sa
“Miss, you are not allowed in here, and you know it,” one fucking guard tells me at the doorway. I knew this would happen. They have been communicating with their eyes ever since they saw me leave my cage. I actually didn’t think I would come this far without them stopping me.“I know,” I respond without causing any unnecessary fuss. They are not my problems anyway, and they are just doing their job. “But I need to speak with the owners of this home,” I add.“Do they know you are coming?” One kind guy asks.I shake my head. “But you can inform them I am outside,” I respond.I am certain they will drag their rotten asses here to come and see what brought me here. They might think that I have surrendered.“Give me a sec, miss,” the kind guard responds, and he turns the doorknob and walks inside while the rest are left to keep me under watch.None of the guards bother me, and the wait does not take long either. In a flash, the guard walks back outside, keeping the door ajar as he speaks,
“Have you lost all your manners? Have you gone nuts?” Mr. De’Mario finally lifts his face. It is filled with anger, shame, and disapproval of my actions. His face is flushing red from ear to ear, denouncing how riled he is.And who cares? “Yes!” I retort, and I see his wife shift in her posture, their eyes scorching my face with disbelief. “You all have made me lose it all! I am nuts! I am insane! I am wild! I am so mad right now that I want to kill you all!” I howl, the maids stopping on their here and there chores to come and witness what is happening here.Silence befalls the humongous house for a long decade, my words cutting through their entire beings. All the eyes are fixed on me, unblinking. And I remain bold, unmoved, and unthreatened. This ends here today! The fate of my future with these people will be decided today and right here!“How dare you talk to your father..."“I don’t,” I cut this woman off, shifting my gaze and cruising through them, making sure that my message s
The old man stops a step before me, his eyes bleeding immense hurt and wrath at me. They are an inferno of a combo of rage and hurt. His blood must be burning his veins. “Or else, I will give you more than you are looking for! I will disgrace you so much and expose all your cruelties to the world.”His face darkens, and the fire in his eyes becomes more ardent. “You wouldn’t dare!” His cold, hoarse, broken words echo with a dreadful warning as our eyes hold each other.“You don't want to dare me, Mr. De’Mario?” I challenge.He half shakes his head, his eyes growing more vicious on me. He is looking at me as if he is battling to analyze me. He cannot believe that I am the one speaking; he is gauging whether I am demon-possessed and whether it is the demon’s spirit in me speaking. And I am giving him all the time that he needs to finally get it in his old brain that I am no longer the Ayana who could be intimidated. I know my rights. I am fucking aware of what I am worth. I owe them no
ADAM STONE DE’LEON’S POVI smirk at this vulnerable family. “So, what you are clearly saying is that you cannot control your own daughter? If you can’t control a hopeless, desperate, and defenseless person who happens to be your daughter, then I don’t get how you were able to have control of everything and even make it to this circle of the rich. No offense, though!”“Adam!” The father yells in disapproval.I shrug my shoulders and raise my hands. “Just my thoughts, but I am sorry,” I respond.I don’t even get why we have to dwell on this, honestly. It is already enough that they are forcing me into this. It is disgusting enough that they want to buddle the blackship of this family with my sweet life. A lady with a child has no life, no hope, and nothing at all. She is completely useless. Flat! Plain! Well, except for her child, who does not cover much of her emptiness. I wonder if she even remembers how to open her legs to a man. I am not considering going to that extreme with her, b
I stormed in the direction of the cage, my every move echoing with rage and insults. I can’t believe I am being made to do this. To carry myself to go beg a bitch who is worth nothing. This is so fucking not Adam Stone for anyone. Bitches come crawling to me without much effort. All it takes is for them to hear the name Adam Stone, or simply sniff my scent, or just catch a glimpse of my irresistible self. Hot babes with class. Refined babes.And today, this one that has absolutely nothing, this empty shandow, happens to be the one to make me do this? This is so disgusting. It is an unforgivable insult!As I get to the door of this stinking cage, I can't help but feel a riling stir of conflicting emotions—mostly, hate. I already hate this woman. Who does she think she is to reduce me to this? Her pride sucks the liquid out of my balls, making them so hard, and I hate her so much! I have always thought people with something are the ones entitled to these kinds of behaviors. I didn’t kno
I take a long blink, taking a step away from her. I don’t know how I managed to toss this bitterness aside for that long moment, but she just had to open her dirty mouth and stir it back. The audacity of her to make me come to her, to beg for my acceptance, when it should have been her on her knees, pleading for the privilege of being my wife,. Of being upgraded to something because, as it stands, she is nothing!I’m irked by her bold stand before me, speaking with so much hate as if she were the one in control of the situation.“Hello, Diana!” I swallow the heat molding within me and greet her with a curt nod, my tone clipped and my demeanor distant. I made no effort to hide my discomfort, my eyes flickering away from hers as I struggled to maintain my composure.But I am damn failing!What the heck is happening to me? Why should I act like this in front of someone like her?“Wrong address!”I snap back at her, my face all wrinkled up and fury, perhaps masking my irresitible features