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 while she was married.” Mitchelle scoffed at me, disdain dripping in her tone. ——-"Sugar Daddy? What the heck are these ignorant fools blurting out of their gutters? Mrs Mirabel is married with kids. How could she have a sugar daddy when she's married and owns a conglomerate worth billions of dollars?!” A guest whispered to his partner. ———"They shouldn't be here if they can't respect her. They should be kicked out of here!” Another guest chirped in. My lips curled into a grin, crossing my left arm underneath my bosom, then taking a sip from my wine as I watched them make a fool of themselves. “Tell us, how did you manage to break in here without an invitation card, Mirabelle?” Mitchelle asked, completely oblivious to the soft murmurs among the guests. It doesn't amaze me how far Mitchelle is willing to go just to disgrace me in front of everyone. But it's quite unfortunate that they are not embarrassing me and are rather embarrassing themselves. “Are you done talking, or do you have something more to say?” I asked Mitchelle as I raised an eyebrow at her but Ken interjected with a commanding tone. "Show everyone your invitation card as you are told, and stop beating around the bush, bitch!” "I don’t have an invitation card, darling. So go ahead and do your worst," I challenged him, stunning the both of them. They might probably be wondering why I was not scared to be kicked out of the party or why I didn't look frightened, but I loved the attention already. If it was the Mira they had known five years ago, then I would have been pleading with them; tears would have been streaming down my cheek to avoid being kicked out. But now, I can boldly dare them to take their best shot! "Where are the bodyguards? They need to throw her out of here before the CEO arrives and gets every one of them fired for allowing a stranger into the party without an invitation card!” Mitchelle yelled out, feigning panic. Fired? Stranger? Does she even know who the CEO is or who owns this event? She got to be kidding me right now. "I’ll go get the guards,” Ken said and turned to leave, but suddenly froze in his tracks. Blocking his path are my three little pumpkins standing before him with their heads up high, seriously glaring at Ken. "You can’t throw her out!” They said in unison, pointing their little fingers at him as they came into my defense. Okay, this only gets better. Mitchelle and Ken burst into laughter at their defiance. "Why, little brats? Is she your nanny? Is that why you don't want her to be kicked out?” Mitchelle mocked my kids, both of them laughing harder. I dragged in a deep breath to stop myself from reacting, but I wouldn't lie that I got offended the moment she called my babies a brat. They are not the brat here; she's the one, and my pumpkins are the sweetest pies. "Speak up! Did the cat cut your tongue?" Mitchelle taunted, finding it amusing to tease my kids but my babies remained quiet, which is very unusual of them in such situations. I saw their focus was fixed elsewhere and before I could turn to know what they were looking at, my husband pulled me from my waist out of the blue as I stood next to him with a little surprise in my eyes, looking up at him. "Mirabelle Estella Sylvester won't be thrown out of this hall, but if there's someone who would be kicked out then it's going to be you if you do not learn how to respect her!" Noah said with a stern finality. "She is their mom, My wife, and the CEO of the M.S. Group, so you have no choice but to give her the respect she deserves if you do not want your lives to end in shambles!" He threatened on my behalf and I felt my heartbeat racing more than usual. A mischievous idea came into my head on how to make things more heated than they already are. I turned to Noah, wrapping my hands around his neck, and stood on my toes to meet his hovering height before I crashed my lip against him, kissing him passionately, and I could hear the guests gasp excitedly around me. I felt Noah's body stiffened as I kissed him because he didn't foresee my sudden action but he soon glided his arm over my waist from behind, returning the same energy as me. I pulled away from him the moment he wanted to go harder and tapped on his cheek lightly while smiling at him. "Our kids are here, Noah," I whispered with a wink and he gave me a smug look. Someone grabbed my arm from behind and twirled me around. I let out a displeased hiss and slapped Ken's hand off my arm once my eyes set on him, but he refused to let go. "What the fuck were you doing with my brother you slut!" Ken yelled, fury obvious through his orbs as he clenched his hand into a fist, veins almost bulging out of his forehead. "Isn't it obvious?" I threw back his question, my lips curling into a smile. "Dear Ex-husband, Why Don't You Call Me Sister-in-law?”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
Mirabelle's POV."Mummy, why were you crawling underneath the blanket?" Mika asked curiously as her bright eyes gaped at me.I began scanning my head for an excuse to give to her as my lips parted to say some words only for it to end up closing again as I swallowed hard, the taste of Noah's precum going down my throat."Why are you looking so terrified, mum?" Tyler questioned as he climbed up the bed and lay next to me, but the moment he touched my skin, he raised his head at me with his perfectly shaved brows arched as he reached out his hand to touch my face. "You're sweating," He remarked, and my eyes stretched wide open like I'd been caught doing something really bad...Okay, maybe giving Noah a BJ tonight might have been a bad idea after all cause what the hell am I supposed to say to my kids right now?! What explanation do I give to them?! That, oh my dear kids, I was just relieving your father of his sexual urge. After all, we've been away from each other for so long now.Jee
Ken's POV.During the drive back home in the cab, I often raked my fingers through my hair out of frustration, realizing that I was a fool to have ditched Mira! I shouldn't have thrown her out of my life the way I did five years ago. She was lovely, beautiful, innocent, and everything any man would wish for in a wife, but I was just a dickhead! I fucked up the moment I planned on setting her up with a pimp! Now, take a look at who my precious ex-wife ended up with.It was my damn fucking half-brother, who I despised so much! I grind my teeth harshly, letting out a sharp hiss every second as I rake through my hair over again. The cab driver stole glances at me from the rearview mirror each time I lashed out, which was very much expected due to how annoyed and remorseful I was currently feeling.I regretted ever leaving my sweet Mirabelle who later ended up in the dirty hands of Noah Sylvester. I never considered Noah as my brother in any way cause I've always hated him. My hatr
Ken's POV.I returned my thoughts down memory lane of regrets; I doubted Mira would ever give me a second chance cause I had hurt her and still used her pain to my advantage when I sent her a text message for us to meet up at Lorenzo's hotel while she was still at the club. After sending the text, I and Mitchelle paid the pimp, directing him on what to do when Mira arrived. Plus, the cameras were already installed in the room in advance. We left the room, leaving the pimp behind as we went to get the divorce papers which I put my signature on once I had my hands on it. On heading home, I received a video of Mira getting intimate with the pimp, and a wide smile spread across my face, knowing I was almost there. My plans were about the become a reality! However, while I watched the video, I noticed something different about the physique of the pimp. He had a broad and toned back with muscles all over, which seemed different from what I expected to be underneath his clothes, but I