Back at their house, the air was heavy with tension as Samara met Frederick quietly seated in their dimly lit living room. The weight of unspoken words hung between them, suffocating the silence that enveloped the space.Samara's heart raced with uncertainty as she watched Frederick, his expression unreadable as slowly got up, and began to pace back and forth, his footsteps echoing in the quiet room. She longed to reach out to him, to bridge the chasm that had formed between them, but she knew that their wounds ran deep, their hearts scarred by the pain of betrayal and loss.With a heavy sigh, Frederick finally stopped pacing, his gaze meeting Samara's with a mixture of anger and resignation. "I don't know what to say, Samara," he began, his voice strained with emotion. "I never thought I'd see the day when I would lose you to someone else." Samara's throat tightened at his words, her pain mirrored in his eyes. "Frederick, please," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I ne
Colonel Frederick couldn't take his eyes off Samara, as she started unbuttoning his shirt, while he undid his belt buckle. Done with his shirt, she helped him with his belt, pushing his pants and underwear off, and he quickly kicks them away. Now they were both naked. Samara's whole body quivered with anticipation. She was breathing hard, everything felt so heightened.He reached out and touched her, her body tensing at his gentle caress as his hands moved slowly, feeling allof her.He eased her back on the bed and she lay beneath me. She touched his face as he lowered his body to hers. She breathed out a deep sigh as she plunged into her slowly and gently. Samara moaned softly, as felt him enter deep into her.Frederick watched her face as she closed her eyes, her body felt so good and warm inside, and he loved her so completely. They moved together in rhythm as hermoans became a beautiful song. He felt a deep joy within him growing and filling him, gaining intensity until it brok
Damien paced back and forth, fuming and cussing. He hadn't spoken to Samara after the intrusion by her resurrected husband at their wedding. He had tried several ways to reach her, but it looked like she was intentionally avoiding him. Why would she do that though? He thought, panicking and stressed, as he worried about what exactly was going on in Samara's head. He needed to know where her head was at? “Damien..?" Sebastian called, as he walked in and saw how restless his friend was. “What's going on?" “What you mean what's going on?" Damien snaps at him. “I was supposed to be a happily married man now." Sebastian sighs. “I'm sorry about that man." “What's worse is she isn't even picking up my calls. She is avoiding me," he complains. “I understand your frustration, but you also have to understand the fact that her husband is back and she is definitely in a difficult situation." Sebastian tried to explain. “What's difficult about the situation though? She loves me and not
Samara's heart felt heavy as she welcomed her sister into her home, wrapping her in a tight embrace. "Thank you for being here," she whispered, a tear escaping her eye. Debrah returned the hug, offering silent support before pulling back slightly to ask, "And what about the Colonel?" "He's at the hospital, getting his wounds checked," Samara replied, leading her sister towards the living room. “Madeleine please get us two cups of tea," she orders, and Madeleine nods and disappears to the kitchen. "How are things between you and the Colonel?" Debrah inquired gently as they settled on the couch. Samara's expression darkened. "Horrible," she admitted with a sigh. "He still hasn't forgiven you?" Debrah asked, concern evident in her voice. Samara shook her head sadly. "He did, but then he found out..." "Found out what?" Debrah prompted, sensing the weight of Samara's words.Madeleine interrupts their conversation as she serves them both with two cups of hot brimming tea, befo
Samara froze, her heart sinking as she heard Colonel Frederick's voice. She turned slowly to see him standing in the doorway, his expression unreadable."Frederick, I..." Samara began, her voice trembling with guilt and fear.But Frederick held up a hand, silencing her. His gaze shifted from Samara to Debrah, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. "What is she talking about? Cheating on me with Damien?"Debrah glanced at Samara, her expression apologetic. "I'm sorry, Frederick. I didn't mean to..."But Frederick cut her off, his voice cold and controlled. "I asked Samara."Samara swallowed hard, feeling a knot form in her throat. "Frederick, I... I didn't mean for you to find out like this."Frederick's jaw tightened, his eyes flickering with a mix of hurt and anger. "How long?" he demanded, his voice barely above a whisper.Samara hesitated, feeling the weight of her deception crushing her. "Since before you disappeared," she admitted, her voice barely audible. "I met him before we got m
As they arrived at Damien's house, Samara's heart raced with anxiety. She knew this conversation wouldn't be easy, but she was determined to see it through. Debrah gave her a supportive nod before staying in the car, allowing Samara to face Damien alone.Samara took a deep breath and stepped out of the car, approaching Damien's front door. She could feel her pulse pounding in her temples as she knocked on the door. Damien answered, his expression guarded."Samara, what's going on?" he asked, his voice low and cautious.Samara swallowed hard, her voice firm but shaking slightly. "We need to talk, Damien. About us. About what we did."Damien's expression changed, a hint of anger and hurt flashing across his face. “What we did do? Samara we did nothing wrong, we all thought Frederick was dead."Samara sighed. “I was referring to way before that."“Samara, don't guilt trip yourself. Remember you were forced into a marriage you never wanted in the beginning."Samara felt a pang of guilt an
The soldiers came late in the day, grim and unwavering. Everyone had expected them, but their appearances, led by a cold-eyed colonel who has been a terror in the community, was still shocking. The men of the house went out to meet them, while the daughters and their mother stayed back and watched with fear.Samara glanced through the kitchen window with panic. Rafael her brother, lurked just outside the door. He caught her eye and made an urgent gesture, she must hide. She nodded to him, but didn’t budge. She wanted to see everything.“To what do I owe this honor?” Her Father spoke, feigning a smile.The colonel looked at him spitefully, “This is not a pleasant visit”.Samara could see her Father tremble at the colonel’s voice. She felt bad. She has brought this upon her family with her uncouth attitude towards the officers earlier in the day when she had gone to pick oranges. Samara was on her way home when she had heard a sound come in on the wind, voices and a soft mewling. Unab
If he had been asked, Colonel Frederick Smyth could have put his hand on his heart and sworn that he had never met anyone as ravishingly beautiful as Samara Noel. She was beauty personified, from her pretty face, with a bright calling eyes, her well sculpted pointy nose, broad high temple, high cheek bones, curvy luscious lips, and piano keys-like dentition, to her curvy body and very smooth light skin. She was perfection.As a child, Frederick was not a good looking boy. He was chubby, and had a huge round stomach. He was always bullied by his mate. When he became a teenager, he had lost some weight, but his face was filled with acne. He was still taunted and mocked by both boys and girls of his age. No one wanted to be friends with him. Frederick felt so inferior among his mates, that he swore he was going to find a way to measure up, and even get better than them. When an opportunity to join the army came, he grabbed it. He needed so bad to excel at something. And so he did. Frede