The Wrong Bride!
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A replacement? What did she mean by that? His brows furrowed with anger searing in his eyes.
"Come on Francis," She rolled her eyes when she saw the look he was shooting at her. She inched closer to him, her hands still moving up and down his arms, "We both know you were using Nevaeh as a substitute for something you couldn't have, mmm." She fluttered her eyes at him as she lowered her voice.
"How I wanted to scream when you touched me, but then you whispered my name. You begged me to hold you, to let you have me as that has been all you desired. You wanted me and not her, just as much as I want you now."
"Stop!" Francis fumed as he shook her off, but her sharp nails clenched unto his shirt, and she pushed herself towards him again and continued.
"You know it, Francis, accept it. Just accept that you are with my sister because you couldn't get what you desired. That you went to her for solace."
'Solace?'
"That is a lie! Nevaeh is not a replacement! She'll never be!" He yelled as he angrily pushed her off him, letting her stagger backwards, but she stabilised herself. They both looked at each other with violent anger and pain. Each with their type of pain.
"If she isn't my replacement, what then is she?" She snapped at him. "You claim to love her, but yet you kept a secret."
Francis opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't find his words. He didn't think he needed to answer or explain anything to her. Wasn't this the sole reason he had been avoiding her? He never wanted to return, but Nevaeh wouldn't hear of it. She didn't know her sister was crazy! His sceptical eyes stayed at Elle when something finally occurred to him.
"You planned this, didn't you?" His intent gaze bore a hole in her face. He wasn't sure, but he could feel it in his bones. She had invited Nevaeh for a party, which she knew he was bound to attend. He had mysteriously slept with her with no recollecting memories whatsoever, but somehow she had clips of his savage act? He and Nevaeh had mysteriously woken up in a strange room on the ship, but she was gone. She had kidnapped him and absconded her wedding, leaving Nevaeh to replace her because she already knew that would be the outcome.
"You had this all planned out!" He raged. A while ago, he wasn't sure, but now he was certain of it. His fingers clenched, and his veins twitched in anger as he lunged at her, tightly gripping her neck.
"You evil witch!" He roared lividly as Elle struggled with him, desperately trying to take his hand off her neck, but she was no match for his strength.
"Fran...cis, stop." She choked, her red eyes bulging out as she struggled to breathe. "Francis, the...baby," She said, and that was enough to make the man stiffen. He looked down at her stomach, and he couldn't believe she was with child, one she claimed to be his.
But how sure was he that the child was his? She was dangerous and manipulative, and she was capable of anything.
In a fit of violent coughing, Elle deathly glared at Francis. Her hands held her neck, which was burning with pain.
"Does this make you feel better?" She asked with cold eyes. And as if she could read his mind, she said, "If you doubt the paternity of this child, wait a few more weeks, and we can have a test done. But till then, you'll stay and take care of this child and me." She firmly told him.
Wait a few weeks? With her? She was mad!
He would never spend a day with her talk more of weeks. That was too long. And something could have happened to Nevaeh by then.
But could he go back now? And tell Nevaeh what? That he had slept with his sister, who now claims to be pregnant for him, but he was sure it didn't belong to him? What if he left now and the child was indeed his? But what if it wasn't? What could happen to Nevaeh in weeks?
Ah! This was maddening! How did he even get here?! What deity was playing these tricks on him!
....
It was noon, but Dale was yet to return. Why was she even bothered about his whereabouts? It was better if he made himself scarce. That man was always doing something to her she didn't understand. Had she believed in something supernatural, she would have said he was using sorcery on her.
His words suddenly flashed through her mind, and her heart thuds heavily. He'll let her touch him? How? What was he going to do to her now? Goosebumps crawled her skin at that thought.
Her heart anxiously began to beat in fear of Dale's word. He wasn't there, yet he was still haunting her. Her hand touched her cheek where he had kissed this morning, and she could still feel the tingling sensation he had caused with his lips.
His lips, could they be soft? They felt like they were.
Her eyes widened at her lewd and shameless thought. She pinched herself to get her thoughts in line.
Francis's lips were soft. She should think about that.
"Ah!" She sighed and hastened out of the room when the image of Dale's naked body came blaring through her mind. That man, he was doing this to her purpose. He was truly seducing her, wasn't he?
What a devil!
Nevaeh found herself walking down the stairs pondering what to do to clean her thoughts before losing her mind.
The Library! She remembered. She could go there. That seemed like a good distraction.
Nevaeh couldn't get over the awe feeling she got whenever she stepped into this place. It was so serene, calm and filled with art. It felt like the most reverenced part of the house, and she'd understand why if it was.
Her legs subconsciously took her those amazing paintings. They were so colourful and very much peaceful to look at. Her eyes trailed the stroke of the brushes, but she suddenly froze when something caught her eye.
She narrowed her eyes at the portraits as she paid a closer look at them. She hurriedly looked from to the other, and she gasped.
She had seen this portrait a day ago. How did she not see this? How was this even possible?
The woman in the portrait...she looked like her, like Elle! Not exactly her, but it was. The resemblance... was uncanny.
And the man, that was Dale. Not Dale himself, but the familiar yet different one from her dream.
What was this?
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Chapter 30: Replacement
A replacement? What did she mean by that? His brows furrowed with anger searing in his eyes.
"Come on Francis," She rolled her eyes when she saw the look he was shooting at her. She inched closer to him, her hands still moving up and down his arms, "We both know you were using Nevaeh as a substitute for something you couldn't have, mmm." She fluttered her eyes at him as she lowered her voice.
"How I wanted to scream when you touched me, but then you whispered my name. You begged me to hold you, to let you have me as that has been all you desired. You wanted me and not her, just as much as I want you now."
"Stop!" Francis fumed as he shook her off, but her sharp nails clenched unto his shirt, and she pushed herself towards him again and continued.
"You know it, Francis, accept it. Just accept that you are with my sister because you couldn't get what you desired. That you went to her for solace."
'Solace?'
"That is a lie! Nevaeh is not a replacement! She'll never be!" He yelled as he angrily pushed her off him, letting her stagger backwards, but she stabilised herself. They both looked at each other with violent anger and pain. Each with their type of pain.
"If she isn't my replacement, what then is she?" She snapped at him. "You claim to love her, but yet you kept a secret."
Francis opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't find his words. He didn't think he needed to answer or explain anything to her. Wasn't this the sole reason he had been avoiding her? He never wanted to return, but Nevaeh wouldn't hear of it. She didn't know her sister was crazy! His sceptical eyes stayed at Elle when something finally occurred to him.
"You planned this, didn't you?" His intent gaze bore a hole in her face. He wasn't sure, but he could feel it in his bones. She had invited Nevaeh for a party, which she knew he was bound to attend. He had mysteriously slept with her with no recollecting memories whatsoever, but somehow she had clips of his savage act? He and Nevaeh had mysteriously woken up in a strange room on the ship, but she was gone. She had kidnapped him and absconded her wedding, leaving Nevaeh to replace her because she already knew that would be the outcome.
"You had this all planned out!" He raged. A while ago, he wasn't sure, but now he was certain of it. His fingers clenched, and his veins twitched in anger as he lunged at her, tightly gripping her neck.
"You evil witch!" He roared lividly as Elle struggled with him, desperately trying to take his hand off her neck, but she was no match for his strength.
"Fran...cis, stop." She choked, her red eyes bulging out as she struggled to breathe. "Francis, the...baby," She said, and that was enough to make the man stiffen. He looked down at her stomach, and he couldn't believe she was with child, one she claimed to be his.
But how sure was he that the child was his? She was dangerous and manipulative, and she was capable of anything.
In a fit of violent coughing, Elle deathly glared at Francis. Her hands held her neck, which was burning with pain.
"Does this make you feel better?" She asked with cold eyes. And as if she could read his mind, she said, "If you doubt the paternity of this child, wait a few more weeks, and we can have a test done. But till then, you'll stay and take care of this child and me." She firmly told him.
Wait a few weeks? With her? She was mad!
He would never spend a day with her talk more of weeks. That was too long. And something could have happened to Nevaeh by then.
But could he go back now? And tell Nevaeh what? That he had slept with his sister, who now claims to be pregnant for him, but he was sure it didn't belong to him? What if he left now and the child was indeed his? But what if it wasn't? What could happen to Nevaeh in weeks?
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It was noon, but Dale was yet to return. Why was she even bothered about his whereabouts? It was better if he made himself scarce. That man was always doing something to her she didn't understand. Had she believed in something supernatural, she would have said he was using sorcery on her.
His words suddenly flashed through her mind, and her heart thuds heavily. He'll let her touch him? How? What was he going to do to her now? Goosebumps crawled her skin at that thought.
Her heart anxiously began to beat in fear of Dale's word. He wasn't there, yet he was still haunting her. Her hand touched her cheek where he had kissed this morning, and she could still feel the tingling sensation he had caused with his lips.
His lips, could they be soft? They felt like they were.
Her eyes widened at her lewd and shameless thought. She pinched herself to get her thoughts in line.
Francis's lips were soft. She should think about that.
"Ah!" She sighed and hastened out of the room when the image of Dale's naked body came blaring through her mind. That man, he was doing this to her purpose. He was truly seducing her, wasn't he?
What a devil!
Nevaeh found herself walking down the stairs pondering what to do to clean her thoughts before losing her mind.
The Library! She remembered. She could go there. That seemed like a good distraction.
Nevaeh couldn't get over the awe feeling she got whenever she stepped into this place. It was so serene, calm and filled with art. It felt like the most reverenced part of the house, and she'd understand why if it was.
Her legs subconsciously took her those amazing paintings. They were so colourful and very much peaceful to look at. Her eyes trailed the stroke of the brushes, but she suddenly froze when something caught her eye.
She narrowed her eyes at the portraits as she paid a closer look at them. She hurriedly looked from to the other, and she gasped.
She had seen this portrait a day ago. How did she not see this? How was this even possible?
The woman in the portrait...she looked like her, like Elle! Not exactly her, but it was. The resemblance... was uncanny.
And the man, that was Dale. Not Dale himself, but the familiar yet different one from her dream.
What was this?
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