Mirable’s POVEver since Mitch’s awkward stare at the front of his car, he kept giving me the once over while driving and it was starting to get really uncomfortable. Was my new look that provocative or was he just a freak? Of course, these were my inner thoughts and I didn’t express them! I just awkwardly smiled every time our eyes jammed, which was quite often!I thought to put on some music to alleviate the weird tension but the minute I reached for the radio button he reached out as well and our fingers touched.“I’m sorry!” I pulled my hands immediately and the air got even more suffocating.“Why are you apologizing? I did it on purpose”My head slowly turned in disbelief “What?”“I’m saying it was my pure intention to feel your hands”I was left speechless, unsure of how to react then he spoke again. “Is there something going on between you and Franklin?”He dropped the question so casually yet I felt a surge of anger within me, I can’t recall how many times I’ve been ask
Mirable POVInstead of giving him a reply I turned my neck diagonally and sure enough, Mitch was staring right at me with no intention of concealing his intense gaze. My throat suddenly became dry as I picked up a glass of water but Mitch stood up to raise a toast and everyone held their wine glass up, leaving me with no choice but to switch my option.Even while standing and holding out his glass his eyes were staring at me. Is he trying to make everyone here aware of his weird behavior?!The awkward tension almost made me drink my wine but I refrained. I can’t have alcohol no matter what, the mess I made last time landed me in this spectacle. Cheers followed after his brief speech and each partner clicked their glasses before taking a sip but Mitch was alone, he was the only one without a date, it’s no wonder he could openly fix his gaze on me without restraint. “The dance floor is ours” One of the executives present announced and steadily people made their way in pairs to the
Rosella’s POV With the annoying conversation I had with Simon which was no different from barking at a wall. I was now forced to sit at the round table with every one of the pretentious people in my class.I just realized that not everyone from our session was present, it was only the selected group known for their despicable behavior that organized and showed up for this supposed reunion and I’m yet to see Adriana. Does she think her arrival will be a surprise to me? I’m sorry to disappoint her but I’ve already caught on her passionate display in one of the rooms. They were so into it that they didn’t realize the door wasn’t properly shut.My, my Jake must now be too busy with his stolen company to satisfy her desires, if she had to look to someone like Simon for it then it must be a case of chronic neglect. “Rose”I heard my name from one of their mouths and pretended not to hear. I’m only seated here because I’m now curious about their special plans for me. Since they put i
“Mr. Donovan, it’s a pleasure to meet you again” Simon’s voice cheerfully echoed as he skipped down the stairs. His actions were quite courageous as he stretched out his hand for a handshake with Donovan, where did he get such boldness?Donovan finally let go of Adriana’s hand and she winced in pain while massaging her shoulders. “Who are you?” Simon’s face instantly flushed red from embarrassment and Rose unknowingly muffled a laugh. He acted as though Donovan was his old time friend, was this just because of the one time meeting to make a reservation for this place? Because the hall was quiet and before Simom could recollect his senses, all attention was focused on the videos on the screen.“Someone turn it off” Their low voices whispered between themselves as they scurried like headless chickens trying to disconnect the massive projector from displaying their ‘best memories in school’“Get me the tape and all the copies” “Yes sir”The workers moved swiftly and claimed the
Dancing with Mitch in this god-forsaken dinner wasn’t the height of it all, I thought it would end soon but he was adamant about releasing me. Everyone else had a change of partner but not me and Mitch, he held me close like a delivery man to a parcel and when I looked over his shoulders I saw Franklin hitting the dance floor with the girl he was chatting with earlier.Must be nice to have no worries while I was stuck with this overbearing figure of a man. “Don’t you know it’s rude to have your eyes on another man while dancing with your partner?”My reverie was pierced with his intruding question. I only looked for a split second but he was watching me so closely that he didn’t miss that. I forced a smile in response.“Who says I was looking at another man? The dress she wore is lovely, that’s all”He slightly glanced at the girl in Franklin’s arms, luckily her dress was indeed lovely, I just hadn’t paid attention to it earlier. At least I was justified but he was relentless and
Rosella’s POV “Felix, what are you doing?”I ran over and steadied his figure, the shock in his eyes when he stared back at me was priceless, I couldn’t tell if it was because this was his first time seeing me all dressed up or because of Donovan’s display last night. “Where are the nurses? Why are you struggling out of bed to get a cup of water?”He didn’t respond and just kept staring at me with complex eyes. Did I have something of my face?“Felix…” I called out softly and he finally snapped out of it. “I’m fine” He limped back to bed and I dropped my purse on the shelf in annoyance.“This is a VIP ward, how can they be this negligent?!” I raised my voice unknowingly and prepared to storm out but he suddenly grabbed my wrist.“I sent them away”“What?” “I sent them away” He voiced again and his grip loosened. “Why?” I calmly asked, seeing his solemn expression I couldn’t bring myself to yell in frustration. “… I hate hospitals”The emotions nestled in his gaze were alarm
Rosella’s POV Was I wrong about Marcus? I knew he shared similar characteristics with Donovan but was it this bad? He had completely lost all sense of reasoning. “Where is Felix?” I asked again, this time my voice was firm showing no sign of jest. He straightened his posture and got his features off my face. Acting as though he was trying to remember he tucked his hands in his pocket indifferently. “And why should I tell you that?” He shot back mockingly and I totally lost it.“I swear to God, if you so much as hurt him Marcus, I’m gonna make you pay! You psychopath!”Clearly, I was the only one yelling and straining my veins despite my headaches because he looked extremely pleased to see me distressed and a wave of helplessness overwhelmed me. “What do you want?” I suddenly asked solemnly. Felix is innocent, and it’s because of me he was dragged into this mess. I sighed in despair, he wasn’t done with his treatment but now he was kidnapped and it’s all my fault. “Finally, y
Rosella’s POV I did quite the opposite and jumped out of bed. “I need to be sure Felix is okay. I don’t trust you”“I’m hurt by your words” He said but his expression said a completely different thing with a smile on his face and he reluctantly pulled out his phone and faced the screen at me. “See… he’s fine. If you act right he’ll stay fine, otherwise it’ll be solely your fault if anything happens to him”I pressed my lips into a thin line and shot daggers through my eyes. He and Donovan are one in the same piece of shit! Always commanding people like toys. How infuriating!“Prepare for landing” The intercom announced and that’s when I finally looked outside the window. This jerk really stole me away from my city! “We have an event to attend but first we’ll go shopping. You didn’t bring any bags”My lips twitched uncontrollably, how could someone be this disturbingly shameless?! Of course, I didn’t bring any bags! I was too busy getting hijacked to remember because someone ha
Six months laterThe air at Dalgliesh mansion buzzed with excitement. Workers bustled around, ensuring every detail was perfect for the evening’s celebration. It was a special day, not only a family dinner but also Mr. Dalgliesh’s birthday. Unlike previous years, he had chosen to keep it intimate, inviting only family.The dining table was set, and the first to arrive were Rosella and Donovan, each pushing a stroller. Inside lay their two-month-old twins: baby Eli and baby Ella. The two cooed happily, oblivious to the world around them.Mr. Dalgliesh, waiting in the hall, ignored the couple entirely and went straight to the strollers. He leaned down, his face lighting up as he reached for Ella and cradled her in his arms.“My sweetie pie, you’re so cute,” he crooned. “Don’t mind your parents for not visiting more often. They act like they’re still on their honeymoon, and they haven’t even had a proper wedding. Humph!”He turned to Donovan and swatted at his arm, mock scolding. “Why is
The air was heavy with tension, and two battles were unfolding simultaneously, each in different corners of the world but tied to the same fateful thread.In the Dalgliesh mansion, Rosella set her teacup down and summoned her courage to confront the man seated before her. Mr. Dalgliesh, with his graceful yet aged demeanor, seemed almost serene as he sipped his tea, the epitome of calm.“Was it true?” she asked, her voice steady but laced with intensity. “Were you the one who orchestrated all of this? Did you put Jake in a position where he had no choice but to offer me up for the surrogate selection?”Mr. Dalgliesh lowered his cup and flashed a faint smile, one that revealed both wisdom and mischief. “Truly, all things hidden under the sun must be revealed,” he said cryptically, his voice rich with age and experience. Then, with a quiet chuckle, he added, “I really thought I’d die with the secret, haha.”Rosella’s breath caught. “Why? Why would you do something like that?”Meanwhile,
Rosella’s POV The next day, I went to the hospital with Donovan by my side. He never left me alone these days, always hovering protectively, and I couldn’t say I disliked it. It made me feel safe, like someone was always there to catch me if I fell.As we reached the ward, I felt a hand grab my arm. Startled, I turned, only for Donovan to react before I could. He moved like lightning, grabbing the man by the collar and slamming him against the wall.“Who the hell do you think you are, touching her like that?” Donovan growled, his tone low and dangerous.The man struggled under Donovan’s grip, his face pale and drawn. My eyes widened as recognition struck me. It was Jake. My ex-fiancé.“Donovan, stop,” I said quickly, placing my hand on his shoulder. “Let him go.”Donovan hesitated, his jaw tight with fury, but my touch seemed to ground him. With a warning glare, he released Jake, though his stance remained tense, ready to act if needed.Jake coughed and straightened his shirt, his ey
Mirable and Franklin arrived at the hospital to take over watching Mirable’s mother. It was clear from their subtle touches and soft exchanges that they were now a couple. Rosella noticed it too, but she didn’t comment, simply offering Mirable a small smile before allowing Donovan to guide her toward the car.Usually, Rosella would have argued to spend the night by her mother’s side, but the news of the twins had left her too dazed to argue about anything. Meanwhile, Donovan was practically radiating joy, looking like a man who’d just won the biggest lottery in history.The minute they reached home, Donovan didn’t give Rosella a chance to walk. He swept her up into his arms bridal style, ignoring her half-hearted protests.“Donovan, I can walk, you know,” she said, trying not to smile.“Not when you’re carrying our twins,” he replied with a wink.She sighed, shaking her head, but a small smile tugged at her lips.Once inside their room, he gently set her down on the bed. “Stay here,”
Rosella began to push herself up, her hand reaching for the edge of the bed to steady herself. She was intent on leaving to check on her mother, but she failed to notice the pained look on Donovan’s face.“Rosella, please,” Donovan said suddenly, his voice soft but filled with emotion.She froze mid-movement, her attention finally turning to him. That was when she saw it, his strained expression, his eyes full of worry and frustration.“What is it?” she asked, her tone hesitant, almost fearful of the answer.Donovan took a deep breath, his jaw tightening as he tried to keep his emotions in check. “I know you’re worried about your mom. I know it’s hard. But… you can’t keep doing this to yourself,” he said, his voice trembling slightly. “If anything happens to you, Rosella, I… I don’t think I’d be able to go on.”His words hit her like a blow to the chest. For a moment, she couldn’t move or speak, only stare at him. The weight of his feelings, the depth of his fear settled over her like
Another month had passed, and the hospital room had become a second home for Rosella. She sat by her mother’s bedside, wiping her face and hands gently with a soft napkin. The steady beep of the heart monitor was a constant reminder that her mother was alive, but the silence that lingered over the room was deafening.Donovan was in the VIP ward too, never straying far. He leaned casually against the doorframe, his tie loosened and his sleeves rolled up, watching Rosella with a mixture of tenderness and concern.“What do you want to eat today?” he asked, breaking the quiet. “And don’t say you’re not hungry. Pregnant women are supposed to eat a lot, crave weird things, and make their husbands run all over the place to find them.”Rosella smiled faintly, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’m conserving your funds,” she said lightly, focusing on smoothing the blanket over her mother.Donovan chuckled, walking closer to her. “You don’t have to do that,” he said. “I have enough to fee
The morning sun poured gently through the windows of Rosella and Donovan’s home, casting warm, golden light across the polished floors. Rosella sat quietly on the sofa in the living room, her hands resting on her growing belly, her eyes distant as they stared at nothing in particular. It had been a month since her mother fell into a coma, and the days since had blurred together in a haze of worry, sleepless nights, and moments of hope that felt too fragile to hold onto.Donovan entered the room, his presence always grounding yet protective, like a storm-ready lighthouse. He approached her cautiously, sensing the heaviness she carried. “You okay?” he asked, his voice low with concern clear.Before she could answer, a knock at the door broke the silence. Donovan stiffened immediately, his sharp instincts flaring to life. “I’ll get it,” he said firmly, striding toward the door with the practiced confidence of someone who’d spent his life prepared for danger.When he opened the door, he
The tension in the hospital lingered in the air like an uninvited guest, heavy and suffocating. After the doctor delivered the news that their mother had survived the surgery but was now in a coma, neither Rosella nor Mirable could breathe a sigh of relief. The hope of her waking up was the only thread holding them together, yet it felt too thin, too fragile.Rosella’s knees buckled, her strength waning, but Donovan’s strong arms shot out and caught her before she could collapse completely. His grip on her was firm yet gentle, his eyes filled with concern. “You need to rest,” he murmured softly, but she barely heard him, her mind too occupied with the image of her mother bleeding out in her arms.The room where their mother was moved to was quiet, save for the beeping of machines and the faint rustle of nurses shuffling about. The doctor informed them that they could visit, but before they could take a step, Mirable turned to Rosella and Donovan, her expression conflicted. “Rosella… c
Blood spattered on the ground, pooling beneath the crumpled body of Rosella's mother. The sound of the gunshot still echoed in Rosella's ears, even as chaos erupted around her. Her body froze, rooted to the ground as the weight of her mother's falling figure pressed against her chest."No-No, no, no!" Rosella cried, catching her mother in her trembling arms. The air seemed to thicken, bullets zipping past her in the ensuing firefight. She didn't flinch.The world blurred, focusing solely on the woman bleeding out in her arms. ‘Why did she throw herself in front of me?’ Rosella’s mind was pinned on this thought. "Mom! Stay with me!" she screamed, shaking her gently. Blood seeped through her mother's dress, staining Rosella's hands and knees. "Please, don't close your eyes, don't do this to me!"Her mother's eyes fluttered open, her irises clouded with pain yet filled with a strange serenity. "Rosella..." Her voice was barely audible, a faint whisper under the chaos.Tears streamed d