𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝚩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 | 18+

45 || WAR OF PRIDE

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE | WAR OF PRIDE
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪

She wasn't sure if finding out that she was pregnant had made her more conscious of her morning sickness or if it was simply because it had gotten worse. All she knew was that those mustard yellow curtains made her nauseous and she found herself escaping for her life.

Stepping out was another nightmare. The noise made her overstimulated and suddenly she wanted to cry as the staff approached her and asked if she wanted something, following her as she ran down the stairs and out the first door to the freedom of nature.

For the first time in a while, she was finally left with some peace and quiet. Taking a deep breath of salty air, Natalia ventured down to the private family beach and felt the warm sand beneath her feet. Her nausea was long forgotten and replaced by the serenity the Colombian beach brought along.

"You came out at a nice."

Natalia turned around and locked her eyes with Andres' form as his brush stroked the canvas with white paint as he tried to encapsulate the pillowy clouds of the sky. "Is there a bad time to come out?"

The elder man chuckled, his eyes wrinkling at her words. "The shore can get a bit scary during storms. We're fortunate enough to have the ability to move further into the city whenever that happens."

"Or another city if you wish." She regretted her words as soon as she said them. "I'm sorry. That came out wrong-"

"You're not wrong." Andres smiled. "I take it New York doesn't have many storms?"

She kicked her feet in the sand shyly. "No, it doesn't."

Andres hummed. "Can you look at this cloud for me? Do you think it's too dark?"

Moving closer, Natalia stood behind him and observed the pretty painting of the beach and the beautiful sky. "Perhaps, but then again, so is the cloud you're painting." She gestured to the sky and Andres around that she indeed wasn't wrong either. The cloud was a bit dark. "Even the prettiest days aren't all perfect."

Turning his head, his eyes locked with her saddened eyes as she continued staring at the cloud. It wasn't difficult to realise that the girl was sad.

"You know," Andres started. "I've always found the beach healing."

Her gaze moved from the cloud to the man before her as he continued painting clouds. "How so?"

"The salty fresh air, the sound of the waves crashes and the warm sand beneath one's feet. Even taking a swim is therapeutic."

Natalia couldn't help but chuckle. "I take it that you influenced the choice of staying near the beach."

Andres' lips tugged. "The other manor is too big."

"Bigger than this one?" Natalia's mouth dropped.

The man only chuckled as he nodded. "I'd say almost three times as big. And that was before Lorenzo started renovating it four years ago."

"How... How rich is he exactly?" Natalia found herself asking.

Andres only smiled. "Does it bother you?"