Bellamy: "Dad, what's going on? Where is Mommy?" Ariel smiled hysterically as she broke the hug to ask her crying father. He was crying loudly, shaking his head and grunting, unable to form a coherent sentence. "Dad," she placed her hands on his shoulders to ask again, and I felt my breath quicke
Genevieve: I woke up hours later on the cold floor, and the very first thing that crossed my mind was, "Oh, no! Caspian!" As I got up from the floor, I almost tripped again due to dizziness. But once I had gathered all my senses and energy, I rushed toward the bathroom door. I didn't even know how
Bellamy: "Just don't move," Ariel complained as she cleaned my feet with a wet cloth. "I don't want you to touch my feet," I complained again, feeling awful as I watched her shake her head and take care of me. It had been two years since I became bedridden, and to be honest, things had only gotten
Genevieve: Ever since my conversation with Bellamy and his remarks, I found it hard to relax. I left him there and returned to the bedroom, where I decided to wait for Caspian's arrival. I didn't want to see Bellamy's face for a while. Although he too left the mansion soon afterward, I was starting
Genevieve: "Maybe I can bring it up again during the lunch with Caspian today," I considered, hoping to somehow convey this conversation. I truly wanted to go out with Caspian, but Monique had chosen an odd time to discuss all this, and she seemed quite determined. "You're going on a lunch date wi
Genevieve: Monique made me follow her to the car, and despite my strong desire to talk to Bellamy one last time and caution him about keeping his distance from Kit, I found myself being ushered into the car, and our journey began. Once I had managed to calm my rapid breaths, I turned to Monique, w
Genevieve: "What are you doing here?" I inquired as he briskly approached us. His eyes swiftly scanned me before shifting to Monique. "I should be the one asking you that question," his voice didn't sound as calm as it usually did. I wasn't sure what had provoked such anger in him, but it was unse
Genevieve: His intention seemed clear-cut. He was leaning in for a kiss, and I had no objections. I observed him drawing closer, and just as his lips were about an inch away from mine, a loud clap echoed, marking one of the many interruptions I'd faced today. Wolvin pulled away, redirecting his att