LOGINChapter 159*~°*~°*~°*Elizabeth*~°*~°*~°*“Number Twelve is leaving tomorrow.”“The Russian buyer increased his offer.”Those are the words I hear when I'm finally able to open my eyes. The last thing I remember is a fabric to my nose. Everything else became dark after that. They must have made me inhale something to get me unconcious for a while.My wrists hurts, my tongue tastes bitter and I feel so weak.“Number twenty-one failed inspection,” another voice says, speaking over the others.“Keep the pregnant one separated. She belongs to the boss.”Panic riles up within me on hearing the last part. Where am I? And what are they talking about? Why do they keep referring to numbers?I try to move when I realize my hands are not bound any longer. What I see next shocks me to the core. There are no chains on my hands like I expected, rather there's a black leather wrist band fastened around my wrist, and hanging from it is a silver tag engraved with the number— IR 0-0-0-1.The number
Chapter 158*~°*~°*~°*Elizabeth*~°*~°*~°*I'm not sure how long I have been walking. I don't know where we are or where they are taking me to. I am just so grateful that they haven't harmed my baby.She's still in there with me.“I can't breathe,” I try to shout, but the duct tape silences me. I claw at the hood with my bound hands. “Get this off. I'm going to suffocate. Please!” I scream the words in my head, but there are no saviours in there. I trip on something and drop to the ground, while being fast enough to stop my belly from hitting the ground. Tears soak the hood and my limbs shake too hard for me to stand, even with a man shouting at me to get up.Suddenly pain-filled regret overwhelms me. I have been putting my life and other people's life around me in danger simply because I'm trying to run away… trying to gain a life of freedom.Rough hands pull me to my feet, staying clamped around my arms as they pull me through the darkness. My feet is swollen and my back hurts a lo
Chapter 157*~°*~°*~°*Elizabeth*~°*~°*~°*| 6-7 Months | Location: St. Louis, Missouri |It’s ridiculous how quickly situations in life can change. One moment you're happy, and the next… it’s heartbreak all through. That's the story of my life. I'm on the run with my swollen belly, and it is already getting really exhausting. Everytime I close my eyes, I see those masked men again, I listen for gunshots and it has really been giving me sleepless nights.I'm tired… I'm tired of running with my baby girl. I'm tired of bad things happening because of me. Sometimes if feels like I just want to disappear into thin air just so everyone can be safe.“Oh my goodness! How stupid can you be? You spilled my drink. What are you thinking about?” A voice drags me back to the present, making me remember where I actually am. This is the third time I'm messing up a customer's order without meaning to do so.It's just that my head is here and there. I'm completely confused and it's messing with me.
Chapter 156*~°*~°*~°*Elizabeth*~°*~°*~°*“We have to celebrate. This news is worthy of celebration, don't you think?” Walter says cheerfully as we sit around the dining table for dinner. I know he called it a celebration, but it's nothing extravagant. It's just homemade pasta, candles on the table and a really creamy pie that Mary baked for us. She really loves baking a lot.“You know, I think we would have to plan our first shopping for our little princess in there. She needs lots of cute dresses,” Mary adds, smiling as well.I reach out for her hand and Walter's, my stare drifting between the two of them. “Thank you. Really, I'm truly grateful for everything you both have done for me. I couldn't have asked for anything more. Thank you.”Mary pulls my cheeks, “Emilia… you don't have to thank us. I would have scolded Walter if he never helped you in the first place. One should always help people in need, you never know what it is going to do for them. So forget about the thanks, t
Chapter 155 *~°*~°*~°* Elizabeth *~°*~°*~°* “How could he do such a thing to you and still insist on keeping you?” Mary says, the irritation in her voice is hardly hidden. “Most men this days don't have self-respect or dignity anymore. It is quite a shame.” I don't try to counter her beliefs. I just listen. “He slept with your sister while professing his love to you? That's truly bad. You're such a sweet girl for anyone to be that cruel to you,” Walter adds, lifting the glass of water closer to his lips. “I should have called the cops when they started driving in. I shouldn't have waited.” I bite the inside of my cheek gently before speaking, “It's fine. I-I am over it now. I just don't want him to ever find me. I don't think I'm ready to forgive him yet.” Mary clicks her tongue against her teeth, “No one is pressuring you to do so. You should take your time until you're ready. What he did is highly despicable!” When we sat at the dining table for dinner, I knew they were goin
Chapter 154*~°*~°*~°*Elizabeth*~°*~°*~°*| 3 months |Walter's grocery store has become a little nest for me. Somewhere I can hide, pretend I'm not Elizabeth and forget I'm running from the unknown, even if it's only temporary.When I couldn't pay my rent, I had no one else to turn to but he took me in, alongside his wife. They've been kind to me since I got here. I spend my day working at the grocery store and my nights at their home. Who knew I had a little bit of luck left?Honestly, I'm not complaining that I have to work at a grocery store. I get to meet new people, which makes my day fruitful other than what it would have been if I stay at home all day.Plus, I think it's a better way to pay Walter for his kindness towards me, even though he insists I shouldn't be working at all but it doesn't matter to me. I love it here.The smell of fresh bread has become my favourite part of the morning.“You know, I think it's because fresh bread makes people kinder… you know more calme
Chapter 66*~°*~°*~°*Elizabeth*~°*~°*~°*I'm holding my breath when I step into his cabin. We haven't said anything to each other since what happened at the garden. The only time he spoke to me was when he wanted me to know where we were going. And when he told me he was taking me back to the cab
Chapter 61 *~°*~°*~°* Elizabeth *~°*~°*~°* I'm convinced the Lord is punishing me for all my sins. There's no other explanation, none at all. And the gut wrenching part is that he's punishing everyone too for my mistakes. I associated with a man I shouldn't have, now the entire convent ha
Chapter 56 *~°*~°*~°* Elizabeth *~°*~°*~°* Few months ago, I could have sworn on anything valuable to me that I'm more than ready to become the bride of Christ. I could have sworn that the devil has got nothing on me, that I am as innocent and pure as a dove, as anything pure can be. For some r
Chapter 52 ••~••°••~•• Luciano ••~••°••~•• “How did you get this scar?” A vulnerable look passes through her eyes, then replaced with something more concerning. I follow her gaze directly to the spot where she has her hand placed. I know what she's trying to do—she's changing the fucking topic







