𝚸1 𝐎𝐅 𝚨 " 𝐓𝐖𝐎-𝚸𝚨𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒" | 18+
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A voice so tempting triggers the darkest parts of her mind, it makes her think unimaginable things, like the pain she thought she escaped.
His obsession for her deeply and darkly abnormal, the i...
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Words can hardly express the overwhelming emotions coursing through me. First, I find myself, against my will, depending on a man—likely for the rest of my life—because I may be pregnant. After everything, we finally reached our destination: a mansion where, supposedly, my mom is living.
I wish Stassie were here. I need a friend's support right now, but I've come this far with no friends by my side. So why should things change now?
"Ami, I need to take care of a few things, but we'll have dinner later. I'll see you, beautiful," Reign said, his voice soft. The car came to a full stop in front of the grand house. I nodded, still uneasy from our earlier conversation.
Reign gently stroked my bottom lip with his thumb before kissing me passionately. The door to my side opened on its own, and I hesitated for a moment before stepping out and heading toward the front door. I took a deep breath, heart pounding, as I rang the bell—fear tightening in my chest.
When the door opened, there she was—my mother's face, eyes wide with shock. "Amina?" Her expression shifted instantly to one of surprise, and then, a wide smile spread across her face. She rushed forward, pulling me into a tight embrace.
"I've missed you so much, Mom," I whispered. She cupped my face gently, kissing both of my cheeks in response. As soon as I felt her arms around me, I couldn't hold back anymore—I began to cry softly. Her face softened with concern, and she quickly wiped away my tears with her thumbs.
"Come come," she pulled me in shutting the door behind her, I got to take a look at her place. I heard music playing with low conversations coming from the room on the right, I furrowed my brows looking at my mother. I didn't realise until now that she's dressed in a elegant pearly white gown.
"Mom are you having a party?"
"Uh- honey, you take me in uh surprise. We chat upstairs—," My mother's first language is Portuguese, so hearing her speak so much English is surprising, it has improved so much. I agreed to go upstairs still confused and curious.
We made it upstairs to a open balcony, mom took hold of the railing taking in a deep breathe before facing me with wide closed lip smile. But even that faded once she saw my stoic like face.
"Princesa, are you okay?" Each word came across slow and thorough.
A tear slipped it's way out but my hand followed to clear it, "Y-yes why are you asking?" I fake chuckled.
Mother didn't say anything she just looked me in the eye. This was her way of reading people, she always did it to dad, every time she would just stare at him knowing he breaks. A glare so little but holds so much.
"Seriously I'm okay I'm happy, I have a good job, I have a boy-boyfriend." She gasped at boyfriend giving me a small smile.
