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Revenge and Redemption: Aaron's Tale of Resilience Chapter seventy-three
Helen sat bolt upright in bed and gripped her stomach. This wasn't hunger, although it gnawed at her the same way. This was a bone-deep need for something very specific, but she had no idea what.She used to think pregnancy cravings were a myth. An exaggerated old wives' tale to make women feel crazy and unhinged. Until tonight.She groaned in frustration and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to picture what her mouth was already tasting. Something crisp and buttery, oozing with fatty cheese that dripped unctuously onto her tongue.Something that would fill up the hole she was certain had opened up inside of her.The spot next to her in bed was empty, as was the couch. For one moment, she allowed herself to miss Aaron with the same intensity as her craving. He would know what she needed. And he wouldn't object to waking up in the middle of the night to give it to her either. The way he cared for her was more real than anything.She gripped the sheets, wondering where he had gone. She'd m
Revenge and Redemption: Aaron's Tale of Resilience Chapter seventy-four
They sat on the porch of the Churchill's Mansion, enjoying the warmth of the late summer sunshine. Aaron was leaning back in his chair, his booted feet propped on the railing. He looked sleepy as he had just eaten a heavy meal, but his alert eyes monitored the toddler playing in the yard while Helen and Tracy were in the house. Presently the two women joined Aaron on the porch, sitting down in big rockers.Aaron straightened abruptly as Ryan, who just had his one-year birthday fell in the yard. He quickly went to help him up, brushing the dirt from his chubby little legs. Helen had always had a picture of what motherhood would be like. The quiet mornings in the nursery, the sun slanting through the curtains as she rocked her chubby baby against her breasts. She scooped Ryan up as he babbled."He never stops moving," Helen complained as her son tried to launch himself from her arms. "He just wants to play" Aaron laughed as he came around to her side and opened his arms. "Come here,
Revenge and Redemption: Aaron's Tale of Resilience Chapter seventy- five
The golden sun was starting to set and it cast beautiful rays of sunshine across the sky. The heat burned her bare flesh, as she sunbathed in the evening sun. The sun's rays threw dancing sparkles onto the tips of the waves. Aaron and Helen decided to take a vacation. Tracy was all too happy to care for Ryan while they were gone. They decided to vacation in a private bay. In a yacht.A white gull soared overhead, giving its plaintive cry. Idly she watched it, free and graceful, framed against the cloudless blue bowl of the sky. The sea breeze brushed lightly over her naked skin, and pleasure brought a rare smile to her lips. Helen lay naked with only her thongs on as they were the only ones in the bay. They only met a few local fishermen who came to fish, especially in the evenings, but apart from that, she didn't have to worry about anyone seeing her nakedness. Aaron walked into the deck and lay beside Helen. He wore only briefs."Honey, you'll get sunburned. You've been sunbath
Revenge and Redemption: Aaron's Tale of Resilience Chapter seventy-six
There was another shot, and the window closest to Clayton shattered, raining shards of glass all over him. He cursed luridly.Aaron stared at him, trying to gather his thoughts. They were armed only with pistols, while whoever was shooting at them had a rifle. A rifle had the advantage of accuracy over a greater distance, allowing their assailant to shoot from outside the range of the pistols. Helen crawled out to the deck, crouching with her hands covering her head. She held a .22 rifle. The rifle didn’t have much power, but it did have a greater range and accuracy than the pistols.“Here,” she said, crawling back into the living room and sliding the rifle toward Aaron. He glanced around, his fist closing over the weapon. Clayton was moving through the yacht, checking to make certain no one was coming up on them from behind.“Thanks,” Aaron said briefly. “Get back in the hall, honey.”"But why? I'm quite good with a gun. I was trained to use guns too before I even qualified to be y
Revenge and Redemption: Aaron's Tale of Resilience Chapter seventy-seven
Aaron leaned against the hospital wall in the waiting room, his nostrils filled with the sharp smell of antiseptic. Behind him were Grant and Clayton waiting with him. He was full of misery; he prowled the confines of the room restlessly. No matter how he tried, Aaron couldn’t get the picture of Helen lying on the ground, in her blood, out of his mind. She had looked so pale and fragile, her eyes closed and her face paper white. He had fallen to his knees beside her, not minding the scuffle and shots going on behind him, and a low sound had exploded from his chest. Her name had echoed in his mind, but he hadn’t been able to voice it. Seeing her take the bullet meant for him had been a nightmare and he still hadn’t recovered. He didn’t expect ever to recover. Cold, piercing agony filled his chest. He prayed in his heart, really prayed that she would be fine. They had a one-year-old son and he couldn't bear raising him alone. Never again. Heck! never again. He was a billionaire now
Revenge and Redemption: Aaron's Tale of Resilience Chapter seventy-eight
Aaron sat in a meeting in his office, with one of the officials from a company seeking to merge with his advertising company. But he could barely concentrate.For three long months, Aaron had lived in perpetual darkness and anguish. His world seemed to be in black and white. Henry Neville was charged with attempted murder and Aaron made sure he would be spending a better part of his lifetime behind bars. Helen had been in a coma after the incident for almost three months. She had been recovering at first, awake and responding to treatment. Then, one day she became worse and went into a coma, leaving their one-year-old son, Ryan, without the presence of his mother. He feared his little boy would begin to forget his mother. At first, he had taken Ryan along with him to anywhere he went. His office, meetings, business dinners, business trips... He realized that he couldn't continue like that anymore. Which led to his desperate hunt for a nanny. He had hired and fired seven nannies du
Revenge and Redemption: Aaron's Tale of Resilience Chapter seventy-nine
Helen was in her closet, trying to wear something other than the boring gown she had worn from the hospital. As she rummaged through the many clothes, she wondered how she could wear these clothes in her supposed closet. The clothes were all designer and flashy and colorful. She wasn't one to obsess over designer wear. She bought practical clothes and made sure she looked professional all the time. The clothes in her closet were the exact opposite of her. She was beginning to doubt the authenticity of the whole story. But it all looked real. Almost too real.Her grandfather had come to see her as soon as she came back from the hospital. He had sobbed and held her as his life depended on it. He was so glad she was fine. If her grandfather was here, that means every other thing the stranger told her was true. Damn! All she wanted to do was to see her son. She couldn't remember ever having a baby but she was just too curious to meet her baby."Did... These clothes. Did I buy them befo
Revenge and Redemption: Aaron's Tale of Resilience Chapter eighty
Aaron watched the outpour of emotions that exuded from Helen and for the first time since her diagnosis believed there was a part of her that remembered her old self.The urge to give in to the mush of emotions that overwhelmed him choked him completely but he fought it off. Helen was still wrapped in his embrace, as she held onto Ryan, her eyes a well of emotions.Helen wanted to remember, she so desperately wanted to remember who this hot chunk of male goodness was. The uncanny resemblance between her and the child she held, was enough proof that she was indeed his mother.After the waterworks had finally dried out, she handed the baby over to his nanny. "He's my son." Her own words sounded strange but filled with acceptance for the bundle of joy that slept soundly within seconds of wrapping him, in her warmth."Yes, he is." The masculine voice of her said husband permeated the air. For the strangest of reasons, she fought the strange urge and the part of her medulla that wanted him
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