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
Marcella’s pov I never expected to see my sister. She hadn't given me a hint, no phone call, no text or "ring a bell" nothing. To say I was surprised to see her would be an understatement, I was floored, especially when she immediately threw her arms around me. "My cute little pumpkin..." she co
Lucille’s pov I could feel my clit burning, my brain on the verge of collapse from the days’ confusion, I needed to be calm. I found myself on the way to the only place that will help me get what I want. I needed to be calm or at least find the one person who could provide the release I sought. W
Lucille’s pov“Miss Parker…I need you now”. I recognized the voice on the other end almost immediately. It was my coach. “Whatever you’re doing… drop it now and get to the field.” Before I could say a single word, the line went dead. I stared at my phone, frustrated. What could possibly be so u
Lucille’s povI missed her so much, from the moment she left to every passing hour, everywhere felt dull and empty. How else would I survive the whole day without seeing her. The day felt too long. I stayed back at the tent for a bit longer, so my return won’t betray my excuse of not coming back.W







