✔️ ILLICIT DESIRES | 18 +

Chapter 21

HELENA

My hands fiddle. I am nervous.

I try to think about a way to bring the bitch out of the mess alive. I know my husband. And I know he will kill her of he finds out about the reason of our daughter's cried.

"I know right? Her crying gets on my nerves too," she snorts — rolling her eyes. I gasp annoyed.

Her audacity of acting ignorant and not guilty makes me want to throw her in front of my husband's mercy.

And I would do so, if she wasn't pregnant with Roman's child. That's the only reason why I don't lay-back and watch Antonio unalive her.

Actually, I don't condone violence. But she deserves it. She needs to be put in her place. Just not by my husband — as he'd put her in a grave.

"Why is her leg red?" he asks irritated — taking her away from me to look at her leg and ignoring Margarita for now.

"Oh, you have to be the baby daddy," she says — sounding more interested in my husband now.

Biting her lip seductively and checking him out shamelessly from head to toe, she looks at me.

Licking, her lips with a side glance at my husband, she remarks, "Now I understand why you have so many children — I wouldn't mind playing the baby machine either if that's the input."

I blink. My mouth gaping open. The situation is too much to handle for me. Antonio looks mad. Ready to kill her.

Before I can warn her to keep her mouth shut, my husband yells and demands, "What the hell happened here? Give me an answer, damn it!"

His outburst startles us both. But it also brings me back from my shocked stance. Still, I don't know how to proceed. His anger has hit the bar today. It has been years since I have seen him this fuming.

Before either of us can explain the situation, Lilly rushes in with an ice pack. "I got it," she claims before stopping mid-way when she notices Antonio's in his full madness.

"Come here," he orders her. I tense — guessing his intentions. He is going to ask about what has happened here. And she can't lie. Otherwise he will leave her literally tongue-tied for the rest of her life.

However, he wouldn't hurt me if I lied. And I try to think about a believable lie to get her out. But nothing comes up my mind.

She hesitantly walks up to him before stopping near him. "What the hell happened here? Explain!"

"Ms. Margarita spilled some tea on her," she blurts out, looking down. I don't blame her for telling the truth. My husband is like a lie detector — sensing every lie coming out of a mouth.

I just wished I could react quicker but my mind and body are like in a malfunction. I cannot think straight. All I can think about is my baby as she is hurt.

His gaze shoots at Margarita. She still doesn't look guilty of what she has done. No. She smiles at my husband. And bats her eyelashes. Not aware of he is seconds away from batting her head off.

"Well, it was an accident, but I can make it up to you," she says — spreading her legs and causing her dress to slide up.

I gasp as she shocks me anew. I really don't know what to do. There is a dilemma inside me. Her action makes me want her to die. Then, the baby inside her is innocent.

Good and bad. Virtue and iniquity. Putting those two standards on a scale, one imbalances the other. I decide to be the bigger person, even if she doesn't deserve it.