OliverDespite the seriousness of the topic, Douglas couldn't contain himself when he saw Brian literally turning green upon hearing his words, and Brian looked at us with anger."This is all your fault, Oliver!" Brian accused me, pointing his finger at me."Mine?""I agree with Brian now," Douglas was fueling the fire!"Charlotte is only pregnant with triplets because she went through artificial insemination, you idiot!"I couldn't help but laugh at the situation because it was becoming really funny."I thought the idea of a surrogate mother to bear an heir was yours, not mine," I had to defend myself.
Brian My heart warmed as I heard more of the immense wisdom from my girl, so young yet so mature at the same time. I looked at Charlotte with adoration and lifted her onto my lap, walking with her to our bed and gently laying her on the mattress. "Have I ever told you that I love you and that I was an idiot for not taking you out to dinner from the moment I saw you in that museum?" I asked. "I didn't know that!" my little provocateur said. "Tell me more about this story." Before I could say anything, my aunt knocked on the door and entered our room, carrying one of the babies who was screaming. "Someone here is hungry!" she said with a huge smile. From the blue outfit and the fuss he was making, I deduced it was Liam, who, according to Charlotte, was the most dramatic of the three. "Bring him here, Melanie. Please," Charlotte requested, smiling contentedly and settling herself more comfortably against the bed's backrest. Her happiness at having her baby in her arms was visibly
OliverNicole smiled at Eloá's wise response, and I invited her to join us, which she promptly did, hugging both of us at the same time.“It felt like a lot of days to me!” I honestly pointed it out. “Long days where I missed my girls so much.”“We missed you too, Oliver” Nicole confessed, making me feel like the happiest man on earth.“I want you to tell me everything that happened while I was away” I requested, placing Eloá back on the ground.We all sat together on the carpet, completely forgetting about the puzzle as Eloá chattered about the school, her friends Karen and Ben, and, most importantly, her new favorite topic, Brian and Charlotte's triplets.“I wish I had siblings, Daddy,” Eloá said, leaving Nicole and me speechless. “When can I have little brothers and sisters like Uncle Brian and Aunt Charlotte?”The moment became tense. There were still many unresolved issues that were not within our control. Nicole intervened providentially and saved us from answering at that momen
NicoleMartina had used some photos from outings where I accompanied Oliver and Eloá, but they were taken when it was just the two of us. They became quite compromising because they captured moments when we were gazing at each other. It's obvious to anyone who saw those images that there are feelings between us, as Oliver had admitted.“I know Martina is only doing all this because she can't accept losing Oliver to someone like me” I vented with sadness. “A poor girl with no glamour, as she has repeatedly said.”“The nanny of her own daughter, as she makes a point to say” Charlotte reminded us.A few weeks ago, at an event I attended with Oliver, we happened to run into Martina, and she cornered me in the bathroom, humiliating me in front of some women who were there. It was a horrible and distressing moment. I even considered leaving Oliver, for the sake of all of us, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Just like I couldn't do it the night before either.While Oliver was away on hi
OliverNicole was now feigning forced enthusiasm, and like the previous times, I chose not to push anything. When the right moment comes or when she feels more comfortable and secure, I know she'll share with me what's troubling her."Yes, and any of them will make you the most beautiful woman in that ballroom," I gently touched her face, careful not to ruin the perfect makeup.Nicole smiled in response, her eyes now captivated by my gaze. Regardless of what is happening, I have no doubt about her feelings for me. Just as I love her, Nicole loves me too, and we will overcome anything. There's no doubt about it."Do we really have to go to this event?""Unfortunately, yes," I confirmed with regret. "Liam is sick, and Brian is counting
NicoleBeautiful little girl? What an arrogant woman! And she barely let go of Oliver, something even her own husband noticed, as he made clear with the cynical comment he made a few moments ago. My biggest curiosity now is to hear the response my boyfriend will give to his "friend.""That 'beautiful little girl'..." He repeated sarcastically, making air quotes as he repeated the term used by the woman. "...is my girlfriend and future wife. I believe I've also answered your question about Martina."It was noticeable how shocked the woman seemed to be by Oliver's response, especially considering his tone. I myself was somewhat taken aback because I had never witnessed Oliver speaking in such a manner to anyone before. He was always gentle and extremely polite, sometimes to the point where it became a flaw. The biggest proof
OliverAfter nearly ten minutes of Nicole leaving without explaining where she was going, I started to get quite worried and excused myself from a couple of friends. It wasn't easy to distance myself from Elena, but I was quite firm in stating that I needed to look for my girlfriend, which brought a look of disdain to her face that I chose to ignore.Thinking that I once considered that woman a close friend made me question my ability to read people and even my competence as a lawyer. After all, I was completely deceived by Martina, and now I realized that the same had happened with some people I considered friends.It's best to forget about Elena and leave it to Marcus to control his sharp tongue. I thought as I moved away from them. But it wasn't easy at all to find Nicole amidst so many people, whom I couldn't even ask if they had seen her pass by.I had already tried calling her several times, but she didn't answer any of my calls, which was making me extremely worried about my gi
NicoleI decided to get up after tossing and turning in bed for hours. I couldn't sleep when my thoughts kept bringing back all the events of that night. It's too painful to remember the cruel things those snobbish socialites said about my family and me. Of course, that would affect my sleep. But what bothers me even more is the truth contained in some of the comments made by those wealthy and elegant women. I truly am not on par with a man like Oliver Mackenzie.Oliver is a handsome, educated, and above all, a billionaire man. Of course, he can have any woman he wants, whenever he desires. I'm sure many women would love to be in my place. Even Martina, a very rich woman from a powerful family, didn't want to lose her position as Oliver's wife.And now comes the question that keeps pounding in my head. How long will it take
Charlotte I arrived home earlier that night because one of the professors, the one who was supposed to teach the last class of the day, had to cancel due to a sudden personal issue, and there was no time for a replacement, so the whole class was dismissed at the last minute. I didn't bother calling Brian to let him know about the unexpected change, and that I would be home earlier because I was so tired that I thought it would be better to take a taxi than wait for the driver to pick me up at the university, where I was currently taking my administration course. But I found it quite strange that everything seemed so quiet, even though it was still relatively early, and considering there were three children at home who didn't usually go to bed early at all. I was genuinely fearful. I went to the spacious living room of t
Ramona felt a tightness in her heart as she watched the church where her son Douglas's wedding would take place. It was a moment of joy and celebration, but also a painful reminder of the distance between them. Even though she hadn't received an invitation to the ceremony, she decided to go and confront her own mistakes. With courage and determination in her heart, Ramona went to the church where the wedding would be held. She dressed modestly, her face marked by sadness and hope for a possible reconciliation. She arrived before the bride's entrance, taking the opportunity to approach her son. Upon seeing Douglas, nervous and anxious, Ramona felt a mixture of love and regret overflowing in her chest. She approached him, seeking a moment alone before the ceremony. "Douglas, my son, may I speak with you for a
OliverIt was one of those gala nights in New York City, where high society gathered to celebrate, socialize, and, of course, show off. Nicole and I found ourselves at yet another one of these grand events, and she looked absolutely stunning that night.On that evening, Nicole shone like never before. Her elegant and sophisticated black dress accentuated her graceful figure, while her hair cascaded in perfectly arranged waves around her shoulders. Her confidence was soaring, and I could see it in her demeanor, her smile, in every graceful gesture she made.We were surrounded by familiar and unfamiliar faces, all dressed in expensive attire and watchful eyes. I couldn't help but feel incredibly lucky to be by Nicole's side. She had come a long way since we first met, and the confidence she exuded that night was a testament t
OliverAfter putting Eloá to bed, I sat down next to Nicole, eager to hear what she had to say. It was a moment of honesty and confession, and I was determined to listen to every word attentively.Nicole sighed and looked deeply into my eyes. I could see the sincerity in her gaze, mixed with a hint of regret.“Oliver, I know I've made a lot of mistakes and was very immature when I ended our relationship. I acted impulsively, letting my fears and insecurities get the best of me. I deeply regret hurting you and throwing away something so special that we had.”I held your hands, conveying support and encouragement. I wanted her to know that I was willing to listen to her and give our love a chance."Nicole, I understa
DouglasEmily and Charlotte awaited us in the apartment, but after all the emotions of the reunion between them and Nicole, as well as the immense happiness we all felt seeing them safe, it was clear that Eloá and Nicole needed rest. The doctors had attended to them at the cabin, but they were undoubtedly worn out and tired."I think it's best to leave you all alone," Charlotte said, exactly what I was thinking. "In fact, we all need some rest after everything that's happened in the past few days.""You're right, my love," Brian gazed at his wife with remarkable devotion. "Let's head back to our homes.""I suggest a dinner at my place to celebrate life," Emily suggested, and I believe my expression matched Brian's when I looked at my fiancée. "What do you think?"
NicoleAt the moment one of the men hired by Martina pushed me abruptly into an isolated and unknown cabin, where it was clear that I would have no access to any help, terror overcame me. However, I maintained a facade of calm, avoiding causing panic in my young daughter. I gripped Eloá's hand firmly, and we were roughly led through some dimly lit rooms until we stood in front of a closed door. At that moment, several terrifying scenarios flooded my mind."Go in," the man ordered, opening the door and pointing to the interior of the room. Fear grew, and I felt my body tremble. Although the thought of inquiring about Martina's whereabouts and appealing to reason, given that Eloá was her daughter, crossed my mind, I chose not to. Once again, I was determined not to reveal the concern I felt to my daughter."Nicole, I'm scared," Eloá murmured as she hugged me tightly. Her body was trembling, or perhaps it was my own tremor affecting me, but I tried to calm her, even though I didn't know
OliverBrian rushed into the room. He had returned to his apartment with Charlotte, as we had decided to take turns during the night, which had been too long for me. I had only managed to get two hours of sleep, exhausted from worry."What happened?" Douglas was the first to ask. Douglas had also managed to get some sleep, and now, it was almost six in the morning, and we were all on alert once again."The location indicated by Charlotte's phone led the police team to an abandoned house a few kilometers north of New York," he said with clear frustration."I admit I was expecting something like this," I said with a sense of discouragement. "Martina is doing well in keeping her hideout hidden from us."I resumed pacing back and forth in the room, feeling helpless."Can I speak to you privately, Oliver?"I found Brian's request strange, but I followed him out of my apartment."The investigator believes there are cameras in your apartment," Brian revealed. "Martina isn't that clever, and
OliverAs I anxiously awaited any clue that could lead me to Eloá and Nicole, the feeling of helplessness in the face of the situation was overwhelming. I needed to act quickly and find my daughter and my wife before something very bad happened.I'm sitting on the couch now, restless, while my friends Brian and Douglas try to calm me down. They understand my distress and are doing everything they can to help. In the meantime, I'm constantly looking at my phone, waiting for any news about Eloá.The hired private investigators are working hard to find clues about the whereabouts of Nicole and Eloá. They are investigating possible locations where Martina might be hiding and reaching out to people who might have relevant information.The police are also involved
OliverI returned from the bedroom feeling more confident and calmer. The sheriff wasn't around anymore, but Brian assured me he would stay in touch about any updates in the case. That didn't make me feel at ease, of course. I won't be able to feel that until my daughter is with me. However, I can think more rationally now. Arguing with the police won't get us anywhere."Charlotte?" I asked, noticing that she wasn't among them anymore."She had to go back home," Brian explained. "The babies still need a lot of her attention. But I'll keep her informed."While Brian took charge of staying in constant contact with the police and private investigators, Douglas was scouring the internet for any information that could help us find Martina.Even with the certainty that the police were also committed to the case, I knew I couldn't rely solely on the authorities. Martina had proven to be cunning in the past, and I feared she would be capable of doing anything to harm me and hurt my daughter.