LOGINLucille’s pov I was already back at school. My dad had gotten a new place for me, he didn't want me anywhere near my mom. He had truly stepped up, transforming into a completely different father from the one I used to know. I remembered exactly how it all happened. The moment she demanded I stop seeing Marcella and apologize to Patrick, I stood up to her and finally found my voice. "No," I had said, my voice low but firm. "What did you say?" she asked, reaching out to grip my arm still holding my chin high. I forcefully pushed her hand aside. "No! No! Mom, No, I won't do it!" I yelled at her. She was visibly stunned by my reaction. Infuriated, she raised the spatula to strike me again. I shielded my face, bracing myself for the impact, but the blow never came. When I looked up, her hand was frozen in mid air. Slowly, she lowered her arm and withdrew. “Lucille, I am giving you two weeks, exactly fourteen days to end it," she said, her voice dropping to a deadly whisper. "If
Marcella’s POV Ever since that phone call with Lucille and the abrupt way she hung up, I had been completely buried myself with worry. I tried calling her back countless times, but the line simply wouldn't connect. Was everything alright? That single question looped endlessly in my mind. Or had something terrible happened to her? I spent the entire night paranoid and consumed by anxiety, completely forgetting about my own mounting troubles. The next morning, I tried her number again, only to be met with the exact same dead tone. Lucille was the only person left who could bring a smile to my face, and not being able to reach her was agonizing. Yet, deep down, I tried to force myself to believe she was okay. Back to my own world, I had absolutely no desire to step foot out of my room. Staring out the window that morning, my mind felt clouded by a dark, heavy fog. I knew my mum all too well. If I refused to go through with the arrangement, I was completely done for but if I accepte
Lucille’s pov It was my mom. She barged into the room holding a wooden spatula. My heart jumped out of my chest. I hung up immediately and shrank back, wishing my father were here to shield me as she stormed closer. "Now you listen to me, child... You haven’t told me the truth about what Patrick said. Is it true?" I wondered where my dad was now, right when I needed him the most. "Mom... I can explain." "Shut the fuck up and just tell me... Is. It. True?!" I couldn't hide the truth any longer. If Patrick already knew, what was the point of lying? I nodded my head slowly. My head down unable to meet my mum gaze. "So it is true..." She pointed the spatula at me, her face contorting. "Even when I asked you about it before and you denied it, it was all true..." Suddenly, my phone rang in my hand. In a flash of fury, my mom snatched it from my grip and smashed it violently onto the floor. The screen shattered, and I couldn't hold back my tears anymore, they poured down my face. I
Marcella’s pov. She was on the phone, and it felt incredible to hear her voice. My sweet Lucille. But her tone was low, much lower than usual, much lower than I had expected. She didn’t sound happy the way she usually did. The call felt cold and awkward, but it was still a massive relief just to hear her voice. "Ella," I heard her call from the other end. "How are you doing?" "I..." I paused, stumbling over what to say next. I was completely at a loss. Should I just tell her the truth about what happened, or remain silent? God, how could I face the person I love with such a humiliating truth? Would she even believe me? How else would she see me? How could I possibly defend myself? The very man I had warned her about, the man I hated and despised so much, the one I tried to push her away from, that was the man I was now forced to marry. Isn’t life a bitch? "I’m fine... What about you?" I asked instead. I’m good too…” she replied from her own end. A heavy silence stretched betwe
Lucille’s pov I could hear their fierce bickering and shouts echoing from downstairs. This was all because of me. For the first time in my entire life, my dad was actually standing up for me. Ever since I was a child, he had been the silent observer, quietly watching and listening while my mother barked orders concerning my life. She always claimed she did it with my best interests at heart, but something deep inside me kept whispering otherwise, that she was only doing this for what she stood to gain. I couldn't stand the suffocating heat of their argument anymore, which is why I had bolted upstairs. But the memory of how my mom had faced me the moment Patrick and Laurel left, the scene was still fresh and terrifying. When it was down to just the family, the mask had completely slipped. "You useless child!" she had screamed, rushing toward me to grab me, only for my dad to suddenly step between us. "Jolene... stop!" That was the first time I had ever heard my dad address my moth
Lucille’s pov We all sat together at the dining table, my mom, my dad, Patrick, and Laurel. I could hardly swallow. I knew Laurel’s presence in our home meant absolute trouble, and I could tell my mom sensed it too. Now, finally, she would realize that she wasn’t always right. Patrick had introduced Laurel as "his guest." That alone was a terrible sign. No one had the heart to question him. We all remained silent. "I never knew you two knew each other," my mom remarked, her eyes shifting suspiciously between Laurel and Patrick. "The world is a small place," Patrick replied smoothly, cutting into his food. "This meal is fantastic, by the way. I love guacamole, and you did an amazing job on it." He complimented my mom, and a strained smile broke across her face. "Thank you..." she murmured. She sounded as though she had actually cooked it herself. If only he knew she had bought the food from a fancy restaurant just to please him. "Why is she here?" my dad asked, cutting straig
Lucille’s pov She had a video camera in her hand, I was startled with this new development, quickly, we had crossed many boundaries and explored things I never thought I would but this felt different. We’ve really gone far in our relationship, we even played with toys severally but not any of our
Lucille’s pov As we spent everyday together in our study time together, doing all nasty things from the comfort of our fingers to the rubbing of clits. Sometimes Laurel would bring toys, and I found myself falling in love with the new sensations they unlocked. We grew very close that our bond se
Lucille’s povShe shed her gown, revealing a set of lace lingerie that mirrored her own naked frame. We both broke into a soft laugh, stunned by the realization that we had both walked into this evening with the exact same intentions. Great minds, it seemed, truly did think alike. “And one more th
Lucille’s povThe next day arrived far too quickly. I headed to school as I always did, but I walked through the halls as a different person. For the first time, I felt truly seen, no longer invisible, but beautiful, wanted… loved.During practice, Laurel was out on the field with the rest of the c







