Mom's guilt takes the form of sadness eventually, making me feel like the worst person ever. Why did I have to bring it up and ruin her mood? She was so happy. “I miss my twin babies.” She admits, making my heartbeat faster than before.My eyes start to water automatically and uncontrollably. She knew about me and she missed me. But why did she throw me away? This question still remains. “Then why?” I manage to ask, turning her to face me, my voice trembling in the middle of the sentence. “Hey.” She whispers in a tone so soft that I would break if she raised her voice even a little bit. “Why are you crying, baby?” She asks me in her soothing voice, making the ache in my heart less significant. But I'm baffled by her question. Why am I crying? Maybe because I'm the only victim in this situation. While they led a lavish life with their family, I had to fight for daily necessities. Sudden dislike hit me like a bag of rocks. I can taste the disdain in my tongue. However intense this

“I didn't do it intentionally! Don't throw anything-” He gets cut off as I throw the bottle of shampoo right at his face. “Fuck.” He groans out in agony, holding his face in pain. “Get out, you asshole!” I scream, covering my front with my hands frantically. At least I'm wearing my undergarments. I would have lost it if he had seen me totally naked. I gulped down my saliva when I noticed his eyes trailing along my body hungrily. His intense stare shakes the core of my heart as desire makes its way towards me. “G-Get out!” I yell again but this time my voice sounds weak, lust affecting my mind and body. Elliot seems to have gotten out of the world he was into before. Apparently, I'm not the only one affected by it. Finally, like a real gentleman he turns around which gives me the chance to let out a shaky breath. I should feel violated right now. But for some unknown reason, I feel different. I feel like my body is under the control of my untold desire and it's readying me to comm

My eyes are wide open with panic and another feeling that I'm having trouble naming. His green eyes aro so dreamy from up close that I don't dare to take my eyes off of them. “Are you even listening to me?” A sudden voice makes me pull out of the hallucination and come back to reality. “W-What?” I ask, taking in my surroundings. It's like I blacked out for a while and need a minute to comprehend everything. “Get off.” He groans, trying his best to stop himself from throwing me off of him. Something is telling me that if we weren't in public, he wouldn't have any problem doing that. “You are crushing me.” He says this part in a small voice, whispering to me. I finally realise why he is groaning like he is in great pain. I've been on top of him for I don't know how long and I definitely weigh more than feathers. I get off of him on autopilot, my cheeks tainted with blush. Thankfully there aren't many people around us, only one or two passersby who could care less about helping us

Elliot has me cornered. He walks towards me like a predator, taking one step at a time. The scene looks familiar. Now I've realised that he likes to do this with me. Probably he likes it when I cower beneath him like a real sadist. “S-Stop walking towards me.” Despite trying my best to appear confident, I stutter out. He stops at once as if he is ready to obey me. I don’t believe him but he makes no effort to walk. He is now only two steps away from me. Just when I'm about to take a breath of relief, he attacks me like a predator, pulling me close and kissing me gently. All of my senses die down as if he killed all of my instincts with just one single kiss. He grabs my chin with his large hands so gently that he makes me feel like a precious doll. I should hate it. I should feel violated by the unnoticed kiss but I feel blissful instead. My greedy mind wants more. He deepens the kiss, making me forget my morality. He is the jerk whom I hate so much. He is the asshole fiance of my si

I know I should lash out at him or maybe I should bolt away from this damn room. He is being absurd, totally so. But his eyes hold the seriousness that is needed to convince me that he isn't joking. I find myself breaking into a fit of laughter like a total maniac. “You…You are hilarious.” I say after a long while, trying my best to speak through my laughing fit. His dark gaze falls on me, examining me with boundless curiosity. He has his hands under his chin, appearing to be in a pensive mood. Eventually, I stop laughing like a mad man as the seriousness of the situation sets in. Realization hits me hard. He isn't joking. He is deadly serious. “You can't be serious.” I mumble under my breath, too afraid to raise my voice. His arched brow lets me know that he is enjoying this. Of course he is. “But I'm serious.” He replies in his deep raspy voice. “I want you in exchange for keeping your secret a secret.” He sends chills down my spine with that one sentence. My mind should bla