Mirabelle's POV
"K_ken," I trembled, feeling petrified as Ken began to crush my wrist with his fingers after stopping my actions midway. "What are you doing? It's hurting! Stop it!" I begged him but his strength on my small wrist grew stronger by the second, and then he threw me effortlessly to the ground. I fell hard on the tiles, whimpering sounds escaped my lips as I felt a pricking pain on my elbow. I turned my elbow and saw some blood seeping out of my skin along with stains on the clean tiled ground, a result of the hard fall as my elbow bled some more. Whipping my head in Ken's direction, I saw him wrap his arm around Mitchelle's waist and pull her, closing the gap between them. Mitchelle faked sobbing sounds as she rested her face on his chest like she was hurt even though I was not successful in hitting her. Ken's brown orbs turned to me, and I could see the fury burning in them as he raised his finger at me. "You, Mirabelle Estella Davies, have no right whatsoever to hit my woman even if she happens to be your younger sister. She's my wife now, so you should respect this fact," Ken said authoritatively, not a single shame or anything close to that in his eyes. "If you dare think of hurting her once more; then what I just did now would be nothing when compared to what I will do to you if you defile my words." I couldn’t help but shudder at his cold tone. "How? Why did you get married to her, Ken? Mitchelle Is my sister. You can't be having an affair with my sister..." "Did I forget to mention that you don't own anything here?" Ken blew another bomb as a dark smile curled up his lips and Mitchelle sneered at me with a little chuckle. Hearing Ken's words, I paused, my brows furrowed at him. He thrust a white document before my face; my eyes constricted as I read through the bold text at the top—it is the list of properties and companies that was put in my name before my parent's death. The properties are now in Ken's name, who happens to be my ex-husband now, meaning I have no rights over my father's business or the properties. But how and when did I ... “You signed them. You transferred every property you owned and inherited from your late parents into my name, Ken Sylvester." Ken revealed and my eyes zeroed at him. Ken, still staring into my broken and shattered orbs, suddenly commanded sternly, "Throw her out and shut the gates." I was astonished and speechless, struggling to grapple with the reality of his words and everything going on so quickly. A bodyguard, who I hadn't seen in my home before, walked up to me. Sure that he was about to follow Ken's orders, I swiftly dashed to the side, making him stumble forward. My tear-filled gaze returned to Ken as I walked up to him. It's hard to just accept all that's going on and act like it did not affect me. I can't keep up with this act of his. He must be joking with me. Perhaps, testing my love for him, right? Everything that's happening must be a plan, I'm sure of it. "Please stop the pretense, you are hurting me. You know that I love you so what's the need of all these?" I asked him, but he said nothing, only gestured to someone else. Then I saw another guard march up to him, making it two of them present in the sitting room. "Throw her out. Rough handle her if you must but I don't want to see this thing anywhere around here in the next five minutes," Ken said to the two guards present. "What?" The guards grabbed my arm and on both sides as they began to pull me out. "No, Ken. You can't throw me out, I did nothing. Please stop this. I know it's an act to test me. I know you can't hurt me like this, Ken," I cried out loud as I struggled to break free but couldn't. Ken ignored me as tears streamed down my cheeks. The guard clutched my fragile arms so hard, dragging me out of the mansion as I threw my legs in the air, aiming to break free, but it didn't work. My eyes never missed the satisfactory look on Mitchelle's face as I was being dragged out. "Mitchelle, Ken, please I beg of you!" I feel my chest tighten in anguish, not understanding why Mitchelle refused to help and was instead smiling at my situation. I was hoping that Ken would give me a glimpse. A sign that he was compelled to hurt me. Instead, I watched through the open grand doors before me as Ken swiftly lifted Mitchelle in his arms, going up the stairs while they got entangled in a heated kiss like there was no one watching. It dawned on me that I'd been the fool all along and that everything was true but I still found it hard to accept. "What?! No! Stop them. They can't do this to me. He can't throw me out of his life like this. Plead with him on my behalf. Talk some sense into them! Tell them to stop!" They turned deaf ears to my plea as I was finally kicked out of my home, and the gate slammed shut in my face before I could run back in. I slumped to the granite ground in tears, sniffing. Feeling drained, tired, hurt, and betrayed by the one person I love. Including my step-sister, whom I thought was family, I now realized why Mitchelle refused to help me. It was because she was having an affair with my husband and was now married to him. Thirty minutes passed when a car started honking at me all of a sudden. Moving my dead eyes to the side, I saw a luxurious-looking Lamborghini stopped before me. The door to the car opened, and a man rushed to me and bowed immediately. "Good day, Ma'am. Please, my boss would like to have a word with you if you don't mind." I remained silent for a few seconds, staring blankly at him as I tried to figure out why his boss would ask to talk to me. Do I know him from somewhere? "Why?.." "It's something important relating to you, but it's best if you follow me into the car," He requested. Taking notice of the intense pleading look on his face, I glanced at the tinted windows of the luxurious Lambo in contemplation before I heaved a deep sigh. "Okay…”Noah's POV. Mirabelle quietly got into the backseat of my car after my driver had passed my orders down to her.She remained silent with a blank expression and lifeless eyes. A sharp pain shot through my chest, aware that the Mira seated next to me was nothing like the cheerful Mira I had known. She didn't even bother to know who called her and this is all because of that dickhead she called a husband! I was annoyed, very furious at that but I tried to be calm, steadying my emotions like I had always done, before speaking up. "You seem lost in thoughts... Don't you want to know why I called you here?" Her body stiffened, her brows creased into deep lines before she whipped her head towards my direction, and her jaw instantly dropped open. I chuckled at her cute reaction, knowing fully well that she was stunned to see a striking replica of Ken sitting next to her. The only difference that can be marked out between me and that asshole is that he has a pair of brown orbs then ever
Mirabelle's POV. Five Years Later. "Mummy, where is Daddy? I can't seem to see him anywhere."The little girl next to me complained while pouting her lips. Her green orbs scanned the crowded airport for her daddy. She's my second child out of the triplets and also daddy's girl amongst them. Sometimes, I couldn't help but wonder why girls are so close to their dads. Maybe because Dad makes them feel secure...? "Be patient, Mika. Besides, we are not outside yet. Once we make it out, then I'm sure we will find Daddy," Mika's eldest brother, Skyler, reassured. Skyler was the most mature amongst them and didn't give me a headache the way the 'Daddy's girl' did."Yayy! We are going to find Dad!" My third baby, my meatball Tyler, repeated Skyler's words over and over again, jumping around excitingly. "Daddy!!!" They all beamed out immediately. They set eyes on their handsome Dad standing beside his luxurious Mercedes as he patiently waited for us at the parking lot. My triplets ran i
Mirabelle's POV"Take a look at who we found! It's my unfaithful ex-wife who went around bedding her lovers when she was married to me five years ago!” A voice that I've never forgotten mocked me from behind.Hmm, guess I was not wrong after all. They got in while I was not watching. But I believe it's time the party gets started with the help of these baboons. The guest turned their gazes towards me, curious to know what the ruckus was about. "I wonder how you got in here… Mirabelle Estella Davies..?” Ken said as he walked around me slowly and then stopped before me. "Were the guards dozing off when you sneaked into this party or…” "Or she came in with a sugar daddy. That could be the only reasonable reason she's able to be dressed like this," Mitchelle butted in, taking a moment to scan my outfit from my head down to my toe, Jealousy obvious in her eyes. "She must have slept with him and many other men after she was kicked into the streets. The same way she slept with a pimp
Noah's POV."Nonsense! You are not my brother's wife! You are not and you will never be! And you see those three bastards you refer to as your kids?" Ken said, pointing his fucking deranged fingers at my babies. "They do not belong to the Sylvester's! There is no way on earth that I will allow a slut like you to be married to my brother! Not on my watch, you hear me?!" Ken raised his voice at my wife and that was it! I lost it at that moment and could no longer stand back and watch him abuse my wife and children, at least not on my watch even if he turned out to be my damned brother! I let out a sharp hiss, took a large step forward as I planned on throwing two or three punches to his guts then wrapping my fingers around his neck as I gave him a chilling warning capable of putting him in his place but I felt a familiar gentle hand hold onto my wrist, stopping me from moving.I looked over my shoulder and saw Mira shake her head slightly, her eyes soft as she silently asked me not t
Mitchelle's POV. What is this husband of mine saying? When I told him not to say anything, he still went ahead and spilled everything out in the open, and now he planned on letting my father-in-law know about it. Gosh! *Smacks forehead mentally*This man needs to be kicked in the ass to set his brain straight! Did he forget that he already signed the contract to work with the M.S. group, which is owned by my fucking sister?! My palms felt sweaty as my gaze darted from Ken to Noah, and then to Estella, who was standing next to Noah, my brother-in-law.Estella's hand was wrapped around Noah's right bicep, and a satisfied grin adorned her ‘ugly face.’ Now I see why she refused to retort at me when I trolled her. It was because she is now Ken's half-brother's wife and also the owner of the M.S. Group of Companies Ken had always wanted to sign with! But even with all this jealousy and contempt I have towards her, I am still not as stupid as Ken to not know what I am supposed to do.
Mitchelle's povBut if I leave just like that, it would mean I'm not being sincere and regretful. Cause I would be expected to still beg her continuously.Sigh... I've got to do it. But this time, Ken must plead along with me and not stand behind me while glaring at me like he's disgustingly ashamed of me.I got on my feet, ran up to Ken, and pulled his hand, "Come on, Ken. Maybe if we pleaded together, Sis Estella would forgive us cause we were both the ones who wronged her. We should plead for her forgiveness together, Ken," I cried out loudly as I pulled on his arm, but this man refused to come with me as he steeled up his whole body from moving an inch.I gave him a sharp glare with my eyes, then hugged him like I was breaking down into tears. "My sister wouldn't forgive me, Ken. What can I do without her," I cried out louder, pounding hard on his chest like I was feeling hurt and broken from the depths of my heart. I used the chance of hitting on his chest to whisper some words
Mirabelle's POV. After Mitchelle and Ken left the party, the celebration carried on smoothly. Although some of the paparazzi still came up to me for some questions, thankfully, the guards and Noah handled them carefully.Noah gave some answers to their questions while leaving some unanswered for sensitive reasons.We left the event hall after everything was said and done because it was a rented property.I was the one who brought up the idea of renting an event hall cause I did not want to disclose the location of my home to the Media or anyone else.I've always wanted a peaceful home, and that's what I am working towards. Once we arrived home, Noah helped me prepare dinner while I gave my babies a bath cause I'm sure they'd be worn out by now. After they were done bathing and eating, I put them to bed in their bedroom.I told the boys stories about Peter Pan and then told Mika a Rapunzel story, but they refused to go to sleep, asking me tons of questions about Ken and Mitchelle,
Mirabelle's POV After I had my bath, I felt better than I did before when I snuck into the room a few minutes back.I smiled seductively at him and he raised an eyebrow at me, amusement displayed on his succulent plump pink lips as he stared back at me I couldn't help biting on my lower lip, recollecting how soft his lip tasted while we kissed during the party.As I walked towards the bed, I purposely swayed my hips in an attempt to arouse him again. "What are you up to?" Noah threw back my question from earlier, his eyes never leaving mine as they sometimes traveled down to my boobs and my swaying hips, making me giggle lightly as I stopped on his side of the bed"How about I fulfill your request?" I asked in a whisper and Noah immediately sat up on the bed, his eyes shimmering with excitement In them."You're serious?" He asked doubtfully, 'cause I've played him a lot of times before.Every little thing I did always turned him on, so sometimes I usually used it to make fun of him