Evelyn's POV

There was an awkward silence with Nick and Riccardo looking at each other. No more glares. They were both looking like fools.

"Any mutual enemies?" I asked. Again, they gave a blank stare. "So, I believe you are not going to fight anymore?... Gosh! Stop giving me that blank stare!"

Riccardo stared at us both and I moved closer to Nick, he pinned me with his eyes and when he knew that I wouldn't be forced into submitting to him, he gave a nod and stood up buttoning his now torn suit jacket. "I'll leave for now. I'll come and pick you later Evelyn." He smiled. He smiled!

"You're not taking her anywhere-" Ugh!

"Nick! Stop it now! Aah..." I turned to convince Riccardo, but he already nodded with understanding and left.

"Why did you leave the mansion?" He asked once I turned to look at him.

With a huff, I walked out of the house and threw the key at him. "Lock the door."

I sat in my car and watched him pull my suitcase behind him, locking the door. He glared at me again and pulled my door open. "Go sit in that car." He pointed at his.

"No! I'm not leaving my car here!" He rubbed his eyebrow a few times and Mark came and whispered something into his ear. I searched for Chrissy who was sitting inside the other car. Nick nodded to whatever he said and came to sit beside me on the driver's seat.

There was so much to talk, so much to resolve between us. But I waited until our house came into sight. He waited for me to lead the way to our room, as he followed behind me. I'm sure that was just so he could see that I'm not going anywhere. Running away again.
'Come to think of it now. It was a very tiring day' I thought and let my head hit the pillow and closed my eyes.

A few minutes later, I felt the bedside dip and someone pulling my body into their side. The familiar touch pulled a hand below my head and kissed my temple. "You're awake?" He asked.

"Mhmm.." I murmured as he chuckled at my reply. I almost fell asleep until I felt a warm, wet liquid drop on my cheek. "Nick?" I called out looking at his face with tears spilling out of his eyes. "Nick... honey..." I sat up to hug him. "Why... are you alright?" I asked. He never looked this sad... bewildered... so angered.

"All this time I thought it was that man who killed my sister. My pregnant sister. Eve... Eve... my parents knew about her love affair with him. It was our grandparents who had a spat with each other at some meeting and we... we never.... our families never connected, and we tried to stay out of each other's ways. But I don't know how it all started between them but my parents never intervened thinking if it makes her happy then there's nothing to worry about. She had got us all to promise to do nothing to each other no matter what. It was almost like she knew something was going to happen. And all this time I blamed him... An-and I couldn't get to the bastard who killed her!"

"Nick! It's alright... we know now. We'll find out who it is." Trust me! I'm not really good at consoling anyone.

His tears had stopped, it wasn't pain or sadness. It was his frustration that he failed to do anything until now. "She was really happy to have her baby." He chuckles remembering something, "she was determined that she'll get her Riccardo to finally propose marriage. I feel... like... it was a curse which is why we lost our baby." He had a far-off look.

He reminded me of my loss which I didn't want to face at this moment.
"I lost my twin and I was so scared when I thought we lost our baby, our first child, that too so soon after I got to know about it." He chuckled bitterly.

I didn't have anything to say to him. Did I forget to tell him that my babies are both fine? That we have two babies? Both are safe and we didn't lose any?
I slightly turned away from him, which he was quick to notice as he held my hand and looked into my eyes. "I'm sorry babe. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have gone through that accident. We still would've had our two babies with us." He said burying his face in my belly and with a kiss he got up wiping his face clear of any tear. He didn't look like the man who just cried a few seconds ago.

He raised his head asking me to say something. "It was not your fault." I said. I wanted to release him from his guilt. "It wasn't your fault really... I was the one who ran away without any thought." I pulled at his hand to stop talking when he opened his mouth to say something. "I know it wasn't my fault either. None of us knew what was going to happen. It was meant to be Nick.... that was... our fate? That accident was our fate, maybe, but our babies are with us. We're having twins, we didn't lose any of our babies" He quietened me by pressing his lips onto mine. It was light peck, but enough to reassure me.

"You sure." He whispered.

"What do you think? Will it be two boys or girls or each one?" I asked. I had gone too far off with my thoughts. Tears spilled from my eyes as Nick held my body that was shaking.

"We still have our babies to look after babe... wow..." he whispered touching my belly, "a happy mum, is a happy baby. And moreover, I don't want to be a parent like my parents." I nodded. He continued with a sigh. "Like I told you... once we lost Niyah, they had just forgotten that they even had two other babies. It was me who consoled and took care of Isabella at times. Mom's health deteriorated after her depression. But young Isabella looked like Niyah in so many ways and even her way of doing things were like Niyah's. Mom suddenly observed that and slowly got better and named her Isabella for her own happiness, for her own selfish reasons. I don't even blame them... in a way I do... but I understand they had their reasons... yet! I don't want to be a parent like them. They thought of the daughter they lost but forgot to cherish the daughter they still had" He smiled rubbing my palm.

"Were you happy about the baby?" I asked but then I rephrased my question. "Were you ever happy about having a baby?"

"Eve...." he called out my name softly, like that would hurt me. "I never said I didn't want a baby.... it-it was all a huge misconception from your side which I obviously watered to grow. You remember I asked you to give one reason why we shouldn't divorce.... and the next day you just come and tell me you're pregnant. Eve.... the thing was I was never going to let you go. I didn't want to. And I felt really hurt to know that the girl I finally fell in love with has used a baby to stay with me... I mean that's really low. I didn't believe you. Little did I know that you were really pregnant."

"You... love me? And you couldn't believe me? Those words don't seem to fit in the same line Nick. If you really did love me, you would've believed me. And it doesn't stop there! What about Melanie? Why were you-"

"I wasn't kissing her." He interrupted. Duh! Does he think I'm a fool? "I needed some information Evelyn. I knew something like this was going to happen. Your 'so called brother' was so close to hurting us and I wasn't sure if it was him. Melanie works for him. Or sleeps for him. That is all! That's why I went there... she sat on my lap, but I swear I didn't touch her." He said and I slapped his lap.

"What you didn't touch her? She was sitting on your lap. Wasn't your lap touching her? You should've pushed her!" He slapped his head like he was fed up of me.

"You and your friend Caroline... you both are all the same!" He hissed.

"What?!"

He didn't reply anything, so I kept quiet and went to sit on the corner of the bed, away from him. "It's all too messed up isn't it?"

"Yeah... and I think it's of no use... staying together. Divorce will be good." I said.

"Right... I'll get to have the baby all the time and you get the visitation rights." He said very cheekily when I turned back to glare at him.

"Stop running away from problems Evelyn! We had to marry, and I said no, you ran away. You wanted to confront me about Melanie. But no, you found it better to run away. Riccardo had you abducted, rather than letting me confront him. You thought it was better to run away-"

"That was because I learnt he was my brother and I wanted to learn the truth before seeing you both fighting like cats and dogs!" I seethed.

"Right... and you come back home and you run away without any reason. Again!"

"Well, what did you expect!" I got up to leave the room.

"Again?" He asked and I stopped. "Running away doesn't help Eve. In fact, by the time you come back to solve the problem, it would've become an even worse problem."

"Nick, I got up to leave the room not run away."

"I know... you're still dodging the situation."

"Do you love me?" He asked catching me off guard.

"What?!" He smiled as though he already knew my answer. "What kind of a question is that?"

"Do you love me?" He repeated again. I nodded my head as a 'yes' looking down. He pushed my chin up, yet, I still didn't look into his eyes. "Did you ever want a divorce?" He asked. My eyes widened looking at his face. "I take that it's a no?" He smiled and kissed my cheek. "You mean to say, we love each other, we both don't want a divorce. Then why not live together happily?" he asked, I was happy that we finally agree on something. This was the first thing we agreed on, after we got married.

With that he slammed his lips to mine, pulling on my thighs as I jumped to wrap my legs around his waist and he again took me back to bed. After a long time, after resolving all our issues, being in his arms, being made love to by the person who I love, by my husband, was heaven!

Slowly. Kissing my neck, he went downwards as he peeled off my clothes one by one.

"You're still clothed honey!" I said seductively.

He unbuttoned his shirt slowly and wrapped them around my hand. I didn't realise until later that he has tied me. Unzipping his pants, he moved against my wet region, letting me feel how hard he was.

"Untie my hands, Nick." I breathed into his mouth. Instead he covered my breasts with his hands, squeezing and kneading them. The pain almost making me cum. He moved his lips around my breasts, then biting my sensitive nipple.

I moved my hip against his hard on letting him know what I wanted. With that, he smirked and untied my hands, which quickly went down to hold the waistband of his boxers and pulled it down.

With one thrust, he went all in and pressed his lips to mine when I screamed in ecstasy. He moved slowly, making small yet long thrusts hitting my g-spot every time. He rubbed my nub making me squirm with want.
A few more thrust and I was ready to let go like a waterfall. His mouth was now on my breast as I pulled and pushed his head harder. Encircling my waist with his arms, he thrust harder as we both were ready. His breathing became harsh, as he moved faster, and I was again quick to let go, biting my shoulder, he thrust harder and stopped moving until there was nothing left of him.

Slowly, he pulled out and held me upon him as we laid on the bed completely exhausted.

***

Waking up next to him, to a normal, sunny morning did look weird to me. He was still sleeping with his hands around my waist, a palm resting on my belly. He did look too protective about it. He wasn't even rough last night, nor too slow... just the way I liked it.

"It's good to know my wife loves me... but it's creepy when you stare at me that way." He said and I came back to my senses to see him wide awake looking at me. "Hungry? You'd like to have something? You only ate dessert last night." He replied and went inside the washroom. "Get ready Eve... we have to leave." He said... huh! So, mean! Such a waste of such a beautiful morning.

I opened the door to find a maid with a tray filled with food. She stopped wide eyed at me. "For me?" I asked and she nodded. I took it from her with a smile and thanked her.

Once I finished my breakfast, Nick came out of the room with a towel hanging around his waist as he combed his hair. "Eve... why don't you go take a bath? We've to leave and you do take a lot of time." He said spoiling my mood.

It's like yesterday's Nick wasn't even there, it was someone completely new! Ugh!

***

"Where are we going?" I asked. He was in a serious mood and I didn't even try being funny with him.

Instead of a reply, he stopped the car in front of a house. I followed behind him. He knocked the door a few times. He was patient enough only for a moment there until he started banging the door. "Whose house is this?" I whispered.

"Your parents...." my parents? Shit! What are we doing here? Ugh! Last night telling him about my 'new' family was a mistake.

"Nick! I don't want to ask them anything. Come let's go. A DNA test will help..." I said but he was looking into the window.

"Don't worry... they're not even here." He replied suspiciously. "DNA test will do. Call Riccardo, ask him to come give his samples."

"What's the hurry?" I asked looking at his face. The nerve on his cheek was almost going to pop. He didn't say anything, shook his head then moved towards the car. We sat back inside and waited until a small clinic came into view. "Do they even conduct the test here?"

"Yeah... the person's a friend of mine. The test results will be safe and won't be manipulated." He whispered. I'm not really liking this serious and silent Nick.

"I'm not giving my blood..." I trailed off looking at him.

He pursed his lips in irritation then got out quickly ordering me to follow him.
I don't always run away because I'm scared or not that I'm running away from any of the problems. I run because of this, to avoid this situation. At the end this is what happens. It's easy to say, 'I Love you', but really difficult to really love someone.

I followed him into the office, where a man stood smiling, hugged Nick and shook my hand. We sat opposite to him, and when they both started talking, I got lost in my own thoughts again.

I don't think Nick really loves me. Love, which was never really there, never really shown, suddenly 'evolved' yesterday. Maybe he said that because I suggested divorce again. And with a baby, that's not ideal. Of course, now I know. That's his reason! I know Nick, it is impossible for him to love his enemy's sister.

I blinked my eye rapidly when Nick's friend suddenly addressed me. "-if not blood test, we could go for mouth swab. Nail or hair DNA test- mm mm" he shook his head, scrunching his face. "And moreover, we need to pull the hair from its root." With that he got up and went to get something from the back of the cupboard.

'What's he doing?' I thought. Nick looked at me, that said, 'I could hear you'.
"Where's Riccardo?" I asked. Cause I didn't call him.

"I've sent him a message telling him that you want proof, that you are siblings."

"I?! When did I say anything like that?!"

"He'll bring Mr. Raymond here later on so he can provide his sample as well. We'll get the results in two days." I squeezed my eyes shut and rested my back on to the chair.

Nick's friend came back holding an envelope and a long pack, he peeled it off with his gloved hand and opened his mouth asking me to do the same. When I did, he inserted the long stick into my mouth and scraped the inside of my cheek. That went on for almost a minute as he put that stick into the envelope.

Once the procedure was done Nick got up to thank his friend and murmured into his ear, "her brother will be here later to give the sample." He said then came to hold my waist as we moved together.

A silent ride to our home, gave me time to think. It doesn't matter if he loves me or not. He's at least trying for the baby, I've to give him that. It's not only about me anymore. A child needs a father.

Entering the house, I stopped Nick to ask him about the man who he had captured.
"Which man?" He asked gruffly.

"The man you captured... he called me a princess-" he sucked under his breath.

"He'll be released tomorrow... I've already spoken to Riccardo." He said.

"What you're best friends now?" I teased but he just walked to his study and slammed the door shut. Is something worrying him? He becomes his annoying self when he worries. And makes everyone misunderstand him. I can never understand him.

With that thought I left to sleep in our room. As of I remember, all I'm doing since last week is sleep. There's no aim in my life... until I give birth to this baby. But should I even give birth to this baby. With all this happening around. I was about to lose a baby. I couldn't protect it. How can I be so selfish? How can I be so partial? With all this happening around, I forgot to question myself if I really want the baby, if I will be able to take care of it, will we be good parents, is it even right to bring a child into a world where their parents are still not on such good terms?