Noelle “Noelle,” Kira called, barging into my room. I stood up from the bed as I ran to hug her. “I heard what happened. I'm so sorry.” She muttered, patting my back slowly as I leaned into her hug.Malcolm and I came to my parent's house early this morning and it was true. Emery was dead. I saw the body. From the investigations going in, it was said that she committed suicide.Emery and I were not that close but she did not look like someone who would kill herself.“Dad said it was suicide.” Kira sighed as we broke off from the hug. Confusion was written in her eyes. Every one of us was confused. Malcolm especially, I could see it in his eyes that he was not okay at all.“Yeah. Apparently, she hanged herself. But she drank poison before doing that. The bottle was found near her body.” I explained, still finding it hard to believe. Like, what the fucking hell. Sucide? “And Malcolm?” At the mention of Malcolm, I sighed and walked over to the bed to sit, as my head was spinning. Kir
Noelle I was worried the whole time as Kira and I headed to Garrett's house. What was Mykel talking about? He tended to utter rubbish a lot, but I knew he wasn't bluffing. What suicide note was he talking about?“Ignore Mykel. He's just saying rubbish.” Kira kept uttering to me repeatedly, telling me to calm down. But I just couldn't not until we got to Garrett's place. Malcolm was no longer in the room where Emery's body was kept. He was now standing outside, his eyes bloodshot. From the look of things, he was the only one in the building, everyone had left to give him the space that he needed.“Mal–” I called softly and he abruptly snapped his head to look at me. He looked pissed, angry. His hair was disheveled and his shirt was no longer tucked in. The only puzzle missing was that he was not drunk.“Malcolm, are you okay? I'm so sorry about Emery.” This time it was Kira who spoke. The three of us grew up together and she and Malcolm were pretty close in the past when we were lit
Noelle “Noelle, Noelle, wait up. What the hell?” Kira called after me as I walked straight to my room with tears in my eyes. I walked into the room and was about to slam the door when she caught it with her hand mid-way.“I'm talking to you Noelle, don't tell me you were about to slam the door in my face. What was that for?” She asked, coming into the room as I stared at her in disbelief.“What was what for?” I asked, cleaning the tears from my eyes.“You're going to divorce him!!” She drew out her eyes wide as saucers.“You heard me right. I'm going to ask Dad to prepare the divorce papers.” I confirmed.“But why? Why divorce him? It has clearly not gotten to this stage?”“You saw it all, Kira!!!” I suddenly yelled at her, anger coursing through my veins.“This marriage was a fucking sham and the biggest mistake of my life. Malcolm will never acknowledge me. You saw the look in his eyes. He believed what was in that paper–” I sniffled walking up to Kira and I held her by her should
Noelle “Are you sure about this?” My mother asked me as I stepped out of my room.“Yes, mom. I'm sure.” I forced out a smile at her as she caressed my cheeks lovingly.“If it's about the letter Emery dropped. Don't let it make you feel bad, I know you can't do that. So there's nothing to be scared about.” Mom tried to persuade me, but I already made up my mind, that I was going ahead with the divorce.“It's not that mom–”“You know your dad is already looking into it right?” Of course. He won't allow his only daughter to be accused wrongly.No one believed whatever was in that letter, except from one bastard of course. And it fucking hurt. A lot.“Yes, mom. I'm not divorcing Malcolm because of that. I'm divorcing him because this marriage doesn't feel right.” I stated, locking my door behind me as my mom and I began to head downstairs.I was putting on a beautiful sundress and my hair was packed up in a ponytail.“Is this about Mykel? I saw him around earlier?” She grilled. Mom has
Noelle “Come in.” I cleared my throat, sitting up from my bed. Someone was at the door and it was Kira.I Ignored her earlier and slammed the door on her face before jumping on the bed to cry my eyes out. But I was okay after crying for over two hours. Not particularly okay, but I felt much better.“Thank goodness.” I heard her breathing in relief from the other side of the door before she opened the door and walked in.“Oh. My. Fucking. God. Noelle!!!” She gasped in shock, taking slow steps towards me.“What?” I asked, my voice low and hoarse, and jeez, my throat hurt like hell.“You look like a total mess? Have you looked in the mirror?” She gasped and I frowned, shaking my head.“No, I was in bed when you knocked. I shouldn't have allowed you to come in. Right?” I questioned pointing out the obvious.“Okay okay..” she drew out, raising her hands in surrender as she joined me on the bed.Her blonde hair was also packed upward like mine.“Are you okay?” She asked softly, as I placed
Malcolm It had been days of torment and torture. I just wanted to go back to the night when Noelle wanted to tell me something and then her father called to break the fucking news. The same news that seemed to be ruining everything for me. I was confused. I didn't even know what to think or if what I was doing was the best decision.Like divorcing Noelle. I didn't want to let go of her one bit. But I've hurt her so much and it was best I let go. It would be best for everyone, especially my Mon Fleur. With that, she wouldn't get hurt anymore.My phone vibrated in my pocket and I checked to see the caller. She had been calling nonstop for three days now. And I had been ignoring her. She just wouldn't give up, would she?“Hello?” My voice rang in the hallways as I slowly brought the phone up to my ears.“So you've finally decided to pick up right??” She yelled.“Whatever you have to say. Spill. I'm busy.” I uttered impatiently. If she said anything irrelevant, I would end the call on h
NoelleI was on my way to my parents room when I bumped into Malcolm. I asked him about my stuff and he shamelessly admitted to arranging them, that only meant he was the bastard that took my underwear or stole rather.I checked my lingerie bag and noticed that three were missing. “Pervert,” I mumbled under my breath, going straight to my parents room.I had almost gotten there when I bumped into another trouble yet again. Noah.I frowned the moment I saw him. Me bumping into him only meant one thing, questions. Fucking questions.“Sis–” He called, a smile gracing his face. One thing was that I would never admit he was good-looking. Like eww.“What is it Noah, spill. I'm going to see mom.” I said impatiently as I paused.“Finally some listening ears. No one is willing to tell me exactly what's going on in this house.” He groaned.“That's because you need to focus on your books. Study Noah!!” I spelled it out for him. He was smart though, I'd give him that. Just reckless.“So what hap
Noelle“Dad,” I called in surprise, standing up to my feet as Dad closed the door behind him.“What are both going to convince me of?” He asked curiously, walking up to Mom as he planted a kiss on her forehead. My heart warmed as I smiled at that.“How are you, Princess?” He turned to hug me and I hugged him back.“I'm fine Daddy.” I hummed softly.“You’ve lost a lot of weight. I should probably break that fucker’s nose.” He uttered as I laughed, breaking off from the hug.“Nolan!!” Mom called, standing up to her feet as I laughed.“What dear? Our daughter is hurting because of him. How dare he hurt her?” He muttered in displeasure as Mom slowly held his hand.“She’s home with us now and Malcolm is definitely going through a lot. His mate just died.” Mom muttered under her breath.“And my daughter did not kill her.” Dad chimed in. “If he comes near you again, I'll kill him. I'm only letting him off because your mother has a soft spot for him.” Dad said meaningfully, pursing his lips,
MalcolmI was feeling a little bit disoriented, and then I decided to go for a walk. The whole hallway was empty and there was no one around. They must have probably gone to sleep. I was sure that everyone was tired after the party. The party was really draining and I myself was tired, but I needed some time to think and I just couldn't do that by sitting on my bed. My head wasn’t a mess. I couldn’t think straight, so I decided to take a walk, that was when I heard voices.I wondered who it was, but the voice sounded so very familiar. It sounded so much like Noelle. My wife and it seemed like she was struggling with something or rather someone, so I decided to check it out.My eyes widened the moment I saw her with Liam. His hands were on her shoulder and he kept leaning towards her as she tried to push him away. He Was trying to kiss her forcefully. My eyes widened in horror and I immediately ran to where they both were. I didn't stop for a moment as I yanked Liam away from her, the
Noelle Dang it! I was fuvking exhausted and my head was literally spinning as I took the kids to bed. It had been a really long day and it was so very late. The party was a blast, after my conversation with Malcolm, I tried my very best to put a smile on my face as I celebrated with my kids. The day was about them after all. I gave them the gifts I got for them, same with everyone as they also shared out the presents they had got for their friends. By the time we were done, everyone was already very exhausted. Remi had fallen asleep just when the party was almost over, so Malcolm took her upstairs so he could bathe her and take her to bed. I took Brie and Jamie upstairs immediately after as well. I then ran a shower and placed them in bed, along with their sister. While Malcolm immediately left the room, I stayed back and just sat watching the kids. They were growing so well. So healthy and cute. I couldn't help but remember the day I had them, they were so very little and at that
Malcolm I took in deep breaths as I walked into the party hall. Everywhere was filled with kids running around and then a few parents. The air was joyous and though things didn't go the way I planned, I was glad that Jamie got to celebrate his birthday with his sister. He looked so happy and the fact that he couldn't run around as he wanted because of his injury. It prevented him from doing what he wanted. I had no idea where Noelle was, I just left her there, because I could not bear to be in her presence anymore. The best thing to do after telling her everything was to leave. I stood by a pillar as I watched the kids play around and from time to time, my eyes would land on the entrance. I was waiting for Noelle. I couldn't help but wonder what she was up to. It was never my intention to hurt her, but like I said, a lot of things never went the way we wanted. I was still glancing from the party to the entrance when I felt a presence. I looked to my side and was surprised to see
Noelle What the hell was wrong with him? Malcolm kept doing whatever he wished, whatever he felt like doing and it was so fucking frustrating. He walked away? Where did he even think he was going when he had yet to clear things up?“Malcolm!!” I called after him, the music sounds coming from the birthday hall, getting more faint. “Where do you think you’re going? Stop right there and talk to me. Stop being a fucking coward.” I yelled after him as he just kept walking away. “You think I’m being a coward?” He suddenly stopped as he turned to face me. “Then what are you? You’re a fucking coward Malcolm. It’s like you keep forgetting that you are the head of our family. You’re still my husband and the father of our three kids. Do you think you can just run away from your duties by faking your death? Huh??” I asked as I angrily stomped my feet on the ground. I was fed up. With him and everything, I was fucking fed up. “I was not running away from my duties Noelle.” He uttered as he too
Noelle It had been two days since Jamie’s accident and today was finally the day for their birthday party. It was going to take place in the evening and Jamie’s cast was already off. He was already walking, but he still limped and mom assured him of moving and sometimes the girls. Malcolm also helped as he spent a lot of time with the kids. I knew that he would never have stayed over if not for Jamie’s request. He only stayed because of him and he had been doing a good job in avoiding conversation. If he was not in the room, he was in the kid's room and he was skillfully avoiding a conversation with any of us. “Are Jamie’s friends on their way?” I asked Malcolm who was standing beside me for the first time in two days as he nodded. I looked around the hall and what could I say, my father did a good job in the decorations. The room basics transformed, bathed in soft evening light. Twinkling fairy lights shimmered like stars, while colorful balloons cast long shadows. The "Happy Bir
Malcolm I still knew my way around the house and only a few things had changed over the years. I went straight to Noah’s room and luckily for me, he had not chahed the room. As I arrived there, I knocked on the door and I could hear the steps of a person approaching. The door opened immediately after, revealing Noah’s face. He scoffed the moment he saw me. “You still have the guts to show your fucking face. You’re lucky that Brie and Remi are inside. I badly want to punch you. You deserve it for cosying up somewhere while my sister and mother were suffering your death.” He fired at me and I refrained from saying anything to him. It was not like I had anything to say. “I came to see Brie and Remi.” “Of course you do.” He drew out in sarcasm as he stepped out of the way. “You’re a heartless coward. If Noelle hadn't met you by accident, I know you would never have bothered to come back and you would have kept hiding Jamie from us.” I did not reply to him as I walked into his room.
MalcolmGetting a call from Noelle that Jamie was injured was definitely not what I was expecting. I seriously did not expect her to suddenly call me. It was so unusual and I could only guess that something was not right when I saw her name on the phone screen. And I was right. How the hell did my son get injured?I immediately stopped the work that I was doing. Running out of my office, I went straight to my car and sped off to Noelle's parent's place. She had told me that they were currently there. And seriously, it was not my plan to meet her parents just yet or any of her family. I was not ready to face Layla. Not in any way. As I got down from my car, I raced towards the house and I noticed the strange look the guards kept giving me. I totally ignored them as I went into the house. The moment I got to the sitting room, I saw a man there. Liam. The man that Noelle was getting engaged to. He was in their house. I felt a pang of jealousy as I saw him, but I said nothing and just a
Noelle My heart kept racing as I ran upstairs in panic. The kids loved running around a lot and it always ended up with them landing in trouble. They were always up to one mischief or the other. My mom was behind me as we both ran upstairs, going straight to the girl's room. They also had their room in my parent's house, in case they were both sleeping over. “Jamie!” I called as I opened the door rushing into the room. I was greeted with his loud cries. They were all crying. But the girls were standing while Jamie was on the ground, holding his leg.“Jamie!!” I called in horror as I rushed towards him. He looked hurt as he kept clutching his right leg. “What happened here?” The moment I placed my hand on his leg, his cries intensified. “Brienne, Remielle, what happened here?” I asked in a stern voice as Mom crouched down before Jamie as well. “Jamie fell.” Remi sniffled and my eyes widened in horror. What the hell did she mean by that? How the hell did he fall? I looked around the
Noelle “So you mean Malcolm has been alive all this while?’’ Mom asked as I slowly nodded my head. We were all seated in the sitting room. Mom, Dad, Noah and Liam. I would have preferred if it was only the four of us except Liam. But since we were getting married, he had indirectly become a member of the family.“What did he say? How’s he doing? Why didn't you bring him here?? Only God knows what the poor boy might have gone through.’’ Mom concluded, her whole body shaking with Sobs. She has been crying since we sent the triplets upstairs. Dad already told her to stop crying, but she just couldn’t stop.“I can’t believe that you’re crying because of him. He left my sister for five years. We were all mourning him, but he has been alive all this while. I remember you having sleepless nights and if you even managed to sleep, you cried to bed and it was all because you thought Malcolm was dead. He hid from all of us and it’s not as if we sent him out of our life. Stop crying already.” No