Trinket ✔️

CH2

"Their Child"

2020~

The lights were shining perfectly as if they were declaring something or someone's aura, but again they were just there to glow the place, not the lives. People were talking, drinking expensive wine, sharing glances, and dancing.

The chandelier in between was the jewel of the hall, perfectly hanging at its place. One bar at the right and another on the left, people were all over the place but it was a quite big place to say that.

she was dressed in a perfect gown which was till her knees, her not-so-long hair were doing magic with the whole attire she was carrying.

Standing in the corner with some of the girls she was just listening to whatever they were saying, Business, and how much they spent on foreign trips were the only topic she spotted.

Holding the glass of the orange juice, she tried to excuse herself from the flock of these birds but then her eyes matched with a smirking face who was looking at her, just her, god knows from how long.

Feeling all nervous she just licked her lips maybe once or twice and headed in his direction. Her glass was almost over and the party too for them.

Bidding their farewell to everyone they both left the venue together towards their car, but to her surprise, it was never going to be that smooth.

His grip on her wrist was enough to tell her that he was angry, but why?

she tried to wiggle her hand out but in a swift motion, he smacked her to the car's door and held her captive in his dominant aura.

She being all confused just held her hand and did not dare to look at him.

She could feel him taking deep breaths and glaring sharply at her, but she couldn't afford an argument when she didn't even know what was causing this fuming behavior.

Banging at her sides he struck her with the best surprise "How many months?"  shock was an understatement for her right now because it was just a guess but the worst part was that he was right and the confidence he carried was enough for her to break in sobs and beg him not to harm her.

Her voice was stuck in her throat and she was not being able to speak any words, but him being him and furious barked at her again "how many fucking months, Ivy?" His teeth were gritted.

"Two!!" she semi shouted at him and broke down in her worst sobs, she was well aware of the nightmare heading for her. "how do you even know?" was the only sentence that came out in one go.

"Preventing the bumps, The orange juice in the fucking wine party, and placing your hand time to time on that little tummy of yours... BABY." with that he asked her to get in the car, and next she knew that this drive was not gonna be the easy one.

He on another side was just hating her existence, sick of her constant lyings and hiding such important things from him, it was not that he cared but still, it should be their decision, not just hers.

He drove the car in the worst way possible, speeding and turning badly at every corner, she knew he was very angry, and now it was the end of the happiness she was going to feel in a few months.

"Please Owen, drive slow, I am scared, please!" she screamed but not a single word went through his ears. Glancing at her he found her sobbing and holding her tummy tight like 'she can protect it just like that.' He found it amusing and chuckled at her action 'poor ivy, she thought she can save it from me, haha!' he thought to himself.

Arriving at their so-called home, he brought the car to a halt and without looking at her he went inside.

He went straight to his room and washroom, freshened himself, and changed into something comfortable almost like 10 mins later he came out, but to his surprise, she was not in the room, yet!

He saw her through the window finding her exactly where he left her, in the car. she was sobbing and was cursing her destiny that why and how can all of this happen to her.

He went straight to the car, took her out, and looked at her, he could feel how hurt and miserable she was looking when he had not done anything to her, still! 

"were you waiting for the special invite, Mrs.Jacksonvile?" she looked at him with moist eyes and especially at the term he used.

Not getting any response he dragged her straight to their room and next to the nearest wall. he was now all crazy about her not giving him any replies, and in a blink of an eye he smashed his lips on hers, rough... eyes were wide open, her hands were his captive and her legs were wiggling because Owen never bends he always jerked her up on her toes and then tortured her.

She was sick of his ways but she couldn't do anything about that and that was the biggest defeat.

It was a rough kiss as always because Owen loved to devour her lips worst way possible, he felt proud whenever he saw her pink shade turning red and a little swelling.

Breaking it and giving her last warning he went to the bed and fell asleep quickly.

It was 3:00 AM, his words were still running in her head "Abort it asap, I don't want your fat body and tantrums, GOT IT?". he poked her temple twice while giving his best warning.

She was sitting on the sofa opposite the door and looking at his peaceful figure sleeping like a king. thinking about the day when she first came to this house.

Although it was also not a pleasant day, it was the best day because they had a civilized conversation and she felt maybe, maybe she could survive in the hell of her young master.