BRIANNA'S POV
WHICH was more confusing?
Getting married to a complete stranger, or knowing how to put up with having life growing inside of you I guess the the two.
I was getting married to a total stranger ans if there was anything I was glad of, he was not totally a jack though partially he was one like all men of his gender, all men of his Calibre.
He was fucking rich and that itself was very obvious, he was so rich that he could literally buy half of the city houses so easily and keep them running on electricity.
Yet when most women would have jumped right on the offer of having to carry his child even as a surrogate. I was put off by the whole idea of it.
All that was needed was a matter of days not weeks and I would be having his last name, carrying his child and wearing his ring rig
MICHELSON'S POVSHE was pregnant, beautiful and got along with my mother really well, all pass marks for a girl that ticked my mother's choice box of a good wife material.She must had impressed my mother a lot, to the extent that all she did was talk about her on our way home, what more could she have asked for?I wont say I was so keen on my mother, even if I agree we shared alot of things in common aside a striking resemblance and I really had a special thing for listening to her opinion and it did counted.So with my mother sudden liking and preference of Brianna I knew I had no other option than to come in term with her decision.My mother was smittened by the idea of Brianna being a more prospective wife than my ex and I could understand her point if view in a certain way.To start with, Brianna was as shrewd as she had been when with me, she apparently had a liking for my mother as well.I was surprised she didn't use a cuss word all through the meeting but even when I asked th
BRIANNA'S POV I COULD call it bluffing but would like to admit to myself two basic things after they left: Michelson Trevor could as well be a mummy's boy and I like Mrs . Trevor.Those two fact were stuck to the back of mind and I thought about it as I helped in cleaning the table and emptying the trash.It was obvious right from the moment we sat across from the table and both ate,she had been charming all through dinner and I could not help but to throw glances toward her baby but once in a while.He looked different with her around, more like being tamed and more collected and cool.After they left, I helped my mother with the dishes outside. I could see the thunder flashing across the face of the sky as we did the dishes in silence.It was more like I was doing a kind of reflective thinking about everything that had happened and would soon soon happen, it was a fact now and not just mere thinking, guess or speculations I was getting married to him.After ticking out everything
BRIANNA'S POVMY mind fleeted, as diverse thoughts crept into the tiny patches tore open by anxiety and fear. If there was anyone not convinced about the whole situation it was certainly me and perhaps a little bit of Michelson as I could see the uncertainty in him as well though just a flicker of it."Things you need to know quickly!" I said as soon as we were making our way out, my parents waved at us from behind.I turned to wave at them before taking ginger steps down the stairway out of our house, at least he was gentleman enough to help me with my bags."I love my spaces, I hate cold meals, don't get all clingy around me for now, I …""Is that not enough?" He said and rolled his eyes.I knew the type of man he was, he was one that certainly does not like being told what to do.I wondered where that put him in my mind because we are the polar opposite. I lived telling people what to do though I am not harsh about it and he on the other hand was just being himself"Michelson Trevo
BRIANNA'S POVGUESS the soft comfy bed, wine or the warm bath I had, either one of those three.I can't figure out the exact one that had made me sedative, all I could understand was that after both I fell into a long deep sleep that I wouldn't be awake from till day break.It has been a while since I had that as well, the long dreamless night that was so hypnotic you wouldn't want to wake up from it even if the alarm rang a thousand times.When I finally did, it was surprising to see that those long hours I thought I had slept for was mere four hours. I kissed my teeth and rolled out of my bed wobbling with half closed eyes to the bathroom.After splashing a few water on my face, myimd became more active.I glanced at the close and saw it was still the early hours of the morning probably six am from how the moon was stil
MICHELSON POVI HAD just one term to explain the pumped up feeling I was getting, the racing heartbeats, the pulse driving at insane speed-– Anger.It must definitely have to be it, it had been a long time since anyone got under my skin enough to make me feel this way and she had done exactly that.Brianna, whatever her name was, had sparked me off in a way I had never thought was possible,I was not the best at expressing emotions and when I did it was always to the latter it was still extreme.I had barged out of the house soon after that encounter with her this morning. The fact that my mother didn't even deem it fit to find out what was happening before taking sides was provocative as hell.Damn! I banged my fist against the steering wheel of the car in anger realizing I had brought this upon myself.All this would have different if I had approached things differently,what was I doing fucking without a condom and even at that I had waited no time accepting the paternity of the ch
BRIANNA'S POVMY Life was more boring than a living hell and I needed no one to give me that bit of information because it was glaring.The house was filled with maids at least a couple of them who didn't leave the house but still after the incident that happened in the kitchen I was sure no one would want to associate themself with the boss' wife so as not to get into unnecessary trouble.To be factual the thought of what had happened that morning still flickered somewhere in my mind I couldn't quite figure out just yet, If there was anything I was glad about it and you be the fact that his mother took my side.As much as I was excited about it, a thought flickered in my mind that aside Michelson being his mother's son, it was so obvious he was forced into this as a matter of fact he had said something similar to it during our argument this morning when he stated that "He wouldn't have been in this mess if not for his mother."It left me thinking where I stood, I wasn't even on his
MICHELSON POV"YEAH it is authorized, she is my wife."I dropped the phone furious, by then the office was empty with Paula long gone but somehow I was left wallowing in my sins and could barely move from where I was standing."How in the hell could she spend that much." I thought to myself though feeling unbothered in a way about the fact she had spend over my daily limit to the extent that the bank had to call to be certain there was no issue of fraudulent.I promised them that I'd reimburse it through my account but the issue was something I had to clear out with Brianna.The issue was not the money spent but deep down something kept telling me she was doing it on purpose just to spite me, I thought about blocking the credit card the retaliate but considered it as being childish as the money in no way affected me and it would be like igniting my mother's anger.Instead I phoned the account department and asked that they did that the first thing the following morning while I dealt w
MICHELSON POVTWO CAN play the game and this most definitely was a game I would like so very much to play.Looking at the whole scenario from a whole new perspective, we were both to be blamed for the whole situation.When I would blame the way I exploded over little things that had to do with her and her alone, she acted in a very immature manner and made a fuse for the whole thing.It was barely a week after our wedding and we were already a case study on why not to marry outbid pity, or an unwanted pregnancy.Yes, I would term it as being unwanted as there was no way I would have taken it up if not for the interference of my mother.It was something very provocative, and if things like what happened that night happened again, it feels like I am on the verge of losing it.I made up my mind to treat her the same way she was treating me, if she wanted this all rough I was going to give it to her exactly that way, the way she wants it, it was obvious all Brianna was doing was on pur
BRIANNA'S POVHow fast was it to stop loving when it turns toxic?For me as fast as my heart beat in seconds.It had taken me nothing to make up my mind, perhaps two weeks of locking my door against myself and crying till I could feel my eyes go red with burning tears.This was not about compiracy but I was prepared to get through everything…As a matter of fact I wanted half of everything as well.Half of his wealth was going to make me obviously one of the richest female in the city and in a way it wouldn't affect him.For the next couple of hours all we did was talk about what I wanted—Which was to get away from the marriage as fast as I could.She has talked about it being more longer process and for all of cared I was ready for how messy it was going to become.Every part of me wanted to stay away from him.He was toxic this man, seeing him this morning reminded me of how much I hated him, it was quite a remindwr of why I wanted so bad to stay away from him.My husband was only
Michelson POVWhat in the hell I was doing. I thought to myself at the last-minute.At that time I was heading down the road, far away from where anyone could see me, it looked like I was drifting down the bowel of hell in my mind.There was a need to stop. I had to bring everything to a stopI tried to hit the brakes on the car.Fuck…I kept on pushing the brakes but it didn't work.All of a sudden I was starting to regret the fact that I decided to go down this path, I was regretting doing this at all as it felt like a very drastic action.What am I doing here?It felt like I was visiting another world, as the city passed before my fresh eyes as I drove deeper.I kept hitting the brakes as the car sped through, going off on the road with the same speed I had started with.As I neared the dead end , I thought about getting out of the car.The belt seems jammed, the door -I felt the wind in my face as it looked as though I was about to embrace death.Just then at the last minute,
MICHELSON POVWasn't it said that good music heals the soul?The music playing softly through the stereo was in a way depressing and there was no way to say why it was this way.I had picked that same music, I had always picked out any other days but today it did look like I was listening to a totally different song— It was like I was listening to it in a different way or perhaps hearing the tunes of the music differently .Either way I was not enjoying an but of this and in a way the way she was treating me was quite expected.The more I tried to take my mind away from all of this the more it became dawn on me that I might as well be a murderer.With own hands, I had committed this attrocities.In a way i wondered if she would ever forgive me, I would give anything as a matter of fact everything just for her forget everything but even to someone totally deranged that would be quite impossible.There was only way I could get my mind off all of this, and that was for me distract mysel
BRIANNA'S POVThere was only one word for how the past week had been and it was —Shambles!One could say I was a living shadow of my old self, and thanks to Michel he had totally out done himself making a mess out of me.That was what was, a total mess…I had dragged my feets through the tiled floor, ignoring the looks I got from maids and the greetings as well.The past one week had been nothing but hell for me as I was trying everything I could do with the situation at hand.The way the sun felt on my face, the fresh air—The taste of coffee like I had always loved it every morning, everything felt to me new.“Are you fine ma'am. ” one of the maids asked.Something in me whispered that she was not only asking for the state of my physical look but also how I was mentally as well, the whole feeling gave me goosebumps."Yes I am.” I replied , faking a smile. The truth was I wasn't, as a matter of fact I was far from being fine but like they say the truth is always a hard pill to swal
MICHELSON POV.What did I feel ?Pain!Absolute pain and there was no way I could get over it.Men are allowed to feel pain too ain't they?Mine was like a hard blow to the heart, I could feel every bit of my heart, stop then pause like this wasn't essential and just when I thought everything might be as well over, I felt it beating again.It looked like I had brought nothing but destruction Into her life, slowly I tried to play everything again at the back of my mind.If there was anything she hated more that moment it was certainly me.It was something, she didn't even need to say as it was glaring in her eyes.My face was inexpressive…Yet one Could tell that everything going on deep down inside me was absolutely shambles.Till now the only two people that knew about what truly happened was Brianna and myself and in a way I wanted to remain this way.The doctor ushered is about so she could attend to her, I took that time to take a long stroll around the hallway, stopping at the wat
BRIANNA POVIT looked like he was keeping the rest of the words buried from fear of speaking or getting how I would react.He looked at me for a minute not knowing how he was going to react to every bit of everything that was going on.When the words fell from his lips, I could feel the heavy weight of them."The baby is gone."At first I thought the words were just my thoughts playing out and he had not said anything, but when I thought about it again, I could hear the words playing again at the back of my mind."What?"I looked at my mother's face hoping it had something different…an emotion that would convince me this were lies.My heart beat shattered, and I could every bit of the piece and piece of my heart as it fell to the ground.The pain sent a raw ache through my chest and I could feel it pounding against it.My vision blurred behind tears and the shimmer of the sun on the marble floors, I couldn't hold it.One could numb any other emotions but certainly not pain, there was
BRIANNA'S POV.I Turned and saw him sitting right there, it was the last place I wanted him. As a matter of fact, I didn't want him anywhere around me.“Oh my god. You’re alive... She is alive! " He exclaimed as I stared around for a minute wondering what it was about him that I hated and disdained most at this moment.He glanced at me, a glint in his eyes filled with excitement. “I thought I was going to lose your"Perhaps, he shouldn't have said those words as I felt my memory returning back to me in full force.I felt a sharp pain in my head ...Staring at his face blankly at the moment, it was like staring into the face of the devil.If there was anything I wanted most at that moment, it was certainly having him closer to where I was.For all I know, I was done with the man.He tried to touch me but I took my hands away from where he was, flinching the very bit like his touch was toxic.As a matter of fact it was toxic, at least to me...I could feel the venom in his touch crawl
MICHELSON.Leaning back, against the chair in the hallway, I rested a forearm on the arm of the chair looking around at the events unfolding as I focusedmy gaze on the far end of the room.The anger In me was enough to raze down the entire room but I did well enough to bury it down as it burned in my throat and heart maring everything else in the process.My eyes skimmed up an inch to find the doctor again, a moment earlier she had insisted that I went back home after I returned there.The plan actually when I had gone home was to rest,take a fresh nap, eat and come back by morning but I couldn't do any of these things as I kept tossing and turning on the bed.The night was promising to be filled with nightmares so at the last second, I had dragged myself out of bed and now I sat in the hospital hallway wiping a hand across my face.My gaze darkened,conveyed every bit of my thoughts.In a way while I sat back in my chair, my humor was fading into the half empty hallway.My though
MICHELSON.THEY say real men don't cry and I wondered if emotions were really part of what made up the term manhood.I could remember just two times I had broken down to tears in my entire adulthood life:The first, was when I lost my fath.The memories still filled my mind like a scar that would never leave and I could still see it in my nightmares.This was the second time…It got me wondering how long I was going to get out of all of this if anything ever happened to her.Never, never was the right term to tell myself that I might never get out of this mentally if anything did happen to her.I paced the hallway worried and in a state that was quite tense.I felt the need to do everything and at the same time, I felt like doing nothing other than just walking through the white hallways of the hospital.Pausing by the dispenser, I grabbed a dispenser and gulped down two cups in quick succession running a hand through my hair that was ruffled.I was in a state of total mess both phys