All Chapters of Craving you: Locked Desires: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Marcella’s povPromises. What are they?Words spoken to soothe the heart. Words meant to bind two souls together. Words meant to boost confidence and trust in someone. But my mother had always had a particular view about promises.When I was a child, she would always tell me, “Promises are mere words. They are meant to be broken. That’s why it’s best to build walls around your heart so it doesn’t ache when it fails. They only stand if you make them stand and you have to force it to.”That was the case with Lucille and me.After that glorious night, everything felt perfect, right, as though it was meant to be. I trusted in her promise. My mind became focused, and I believed hers did too. I immersed myself in my studies while she devoted herself to racing.She made the states sports team, so I could proudly say she was soaring in her field.We never grew tired of each other. We were always texting, calling, and finding excuses to meet. Sometimes it was on the field, the library, or anyw

Marcella’s pov That night, a beautifully prepared dinner awaited us. We laughed, shared stories, and enjoyed each other’s company. The maid stayed in line, making sure to take orders when needed. There truly is no place like home. The room was filled with jokes, childhood memories, and happiness. Sometimes I forgot what it felt like to be surrounded by my family, but this, right here was priceless. Everyone seemed happy. Everyone except Maya. At every joke and every burst of laughter, she barely smiled. She pushed her food around her plate with little interest, looking dull and distracted. I tried to ignore it, but she was sitting directly across from me, making it almost impossible not to notice. “Maya, are you okay?” I finally asked. She looked up at me. “Mmm,” she replied with a nod. “Oh, mi sol,” my mum interrupted, waving a dismissive hand as though trying to stop whatever question I was about to ask next. “She’s fine. She must be tired after all the preparations for

Marcella’s POV I didn’t let that thought disturb my sleep. I’d had too much drama over the past few days to let anything else bother me. I wasn’t going to think about it. I’d deal with it tomorrow. The next morning, I woke up to the glorious rays of the morning sun. I just wanted to enjoy a peaceful day at home. “Such a bright day… What’s for breakfast?” I smiled as I looked outside at the beautiful morning sunlight. I stepped into the dining room, eager to enjoy a proper family breakfast. That’s when I spotted my sister again. She sat quietly, eating lasagna and drinking milk. The moment her eyes met mine, she paused for a second before gesturing for me to come over. “Ella… over here,” she called. Her demeanor was different from the night before. She looked a little more cheerful this time. I quietly sat beside her as the maid served me a delicious breakfast. “I’m sorry about last night,” she began. I remained silent. “I just had a couple of things going on my mind”, she

Marcella’s pov “Just give me a moment,” I told the servant, dismissing him while I tried to calm my racing thoughts. I took a deep breath, cleared my mind, and prepared myself before heading downstairs. As I descended the staircase, I saw the maids and guards lined up on either side of the hall. My mum stood elegantly in a designer red coat, her lipstick as dark as dried blood, with a stylish round red hat completing her outfit. Beside her stood my dad, dressed in burgundy trousers and a crisp white shirt, his hands tucked casually into his pockets. As I continued down the stairs, I noticed the bright smiles on their faces. But that wasn’t what caught my attention. It was the beautifully wrapped boxes arranged in the corner. “What are we celebrating?” I asked, my eyes moving from one gift to another. “Oh, darling, every day is a celebration with you in our lives,” my mum said, gently rubbing my shoulders as she always did. “They’re all for you.” My eyes widened in disbelief

Marcella’s pov The next morning, I couldn’t wait to leave the house. I desperately needed someone to talk to, the house felt stuffy and since my sister was no longer an option, my lover would have to be.I wore my workout clothes, don’t usually do morning jogging but I needed it as an excuse to get out of the house that morning. As I walked downstairs, I immediately noticed that the house had been decorated as though it were being prepared for an important event but It wasn’t my birthday. It wasn’t Dad’s, Mum’s, or Maya’s either. Or did they have a special occasion and they never told me about it? This family was getting unbearable, too many secrets and I only find out things a little too late.But what exactly was all this for? I saw the maids moving up and down in chaos trying to get everywhere fixed, no balloons or anything extra but the house was too organized for an ordinary day. I already had the perfect excuse to leave, an excuse of morning exercise to step out but was it goi