Mirabelle's POV.I felt bubbles rumbling in my tummy as I excitedly walked down the long hallway of a famous hotel suite in New York, I stopped midway after noticing the countless doors along the way. A remembrance flashed across my head so I hurriedly took out my phone. I squinted my eyes at the screen, struggling to read through the text my husband, Ken Sylvester, had sent to me earlier this evening In my intoxicated state. {I am sorry for how I treated you earlier today, Mira. And I would love to make it up to you. I will be waiting for you in Lorenzo’s five-star hotel in suite 901.} Said the text. Earlier today, I went to the bar for the first time in many months just to drown myself in alcohol, aiming to take away the pain within me. Want to know why I went there? Well, my husband had threatened to file for a divorce, with the false accusation of me seeing another man outside our marriage, and he vowed that he would divorce me if I dared cheat on him again. I tried to mak
Mirabelle's POV **** I woke up some minutes ago with a banging headache, and all I could remember was leaving the bar after getting a text from Ken, who asked me to come over to Lorenzo's Hotel, but what I simply didn't understand was why the room was empty with no sign of him. Plus when I woke up, I saw myself naked under the sheets with a weird stinging feeling between my legs.It made me wonder if something happened between us last night while I was drunk. I pressed my palm against my forehead to reduce the aching pain then I headed in the direction of the dressing room in search of Ken."Ken, where are you?" I called out, but there was no sign of him there. "Ken?" I repeated, also checking the bathroom for him, but he wasn't there as well, which made me anxious. "Why isn't he anywhere in the room? He could've just woke me up or waited for me to be awake before leaving," I huffed while complaining, and my gaze darted to my purse on the dressing table.I walked up to it, took
Mirabelle's POV "If you are as innocent as you claim to be, and you didn't cheat on me, then what is this video about?" Ken asked and shoved the phone screen to my face, but my gaze dropped to my feet, knowing I had no evidence to prove that what happened last night wasn't done on purpose. “I can’t overlook the fact that you have hickeys all over your neck and only God knows elsewhere, Mirabelle. You’re a walking testament against yourself and our marriage so just pick up those damned papers and sign them this minute!” I fought back my tears as they tried to spill over. How could I have let such an act happen to me? Sniff, sniff, wiping my tears away as more and more of them trickled down my cheeks. "Don’t make me force you to sign those papers, Mirabelle Estella Davies!" Ken called my name in full, gnashing his teeth in irritation as he balled his fist. I immediately grabbed his hands as I shook my head. "I can’t sign it, Ken. This was never my fault. I don't know how it
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
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
Mirabelle’s POV:The days slipped by faster than I expected, and before I knew it, the night before Noah's trip to Shanghai had arrived. We were in our bedroom, and he was packing his bags, folding shirts, and arranging everything in a kind of way that always made me smile. I watched him from the edge of the bed, my thoughts racing.I kept telling myself to stay strong, repeating it like a chant—Nothing is going to happen. Noah is nothing like him. Noah is not like Ken. Noah is mine and would never hurt me. Yet, despite the reassurance, there was a subtle voice in my head trying to remind me that Noah and Ken both came from the same sperm.There was a part of me that wanted to cling to him, to demand that he stayed and not leave me behind, but I knew better. I wouldn’t let those insecurities rule me.“Are you sure you’ve got everything?” I asked. I hated how fragile I sounded, how small I felt just sitting there and watching him prepare to leave. Noah glanced up at me and smiled. “
Mirabelle’s POV:Sitting at my desk, I tried to focus on the document in front of me, but the words blurred, and I found myself staring blankly at the screen. Noah’s voice still echoed in my mind from this morning, his promises sounding sincere, yet his sudden trip left me uneasy. I had accepted his reassurances, or at least I had tried. When we had resolved our issues, I had wanted to believe him—believe in us—but now I couldn’t shake the doubts that crept into my thoughts.Why did it have to be so soon? Why did this business trip with Natasha have to be moved up? I was tired of doubting, tired of feeling like I was on the outside of my own marriage, but the timing felt too inconvenient. Natasha’s name hung in my mind like a dark cloud. The woman always seemed to be right there, just close enough to make me disgusted.I shook my head and tried to focus again, my fingers drumming nervously against the desk. A knock on my office door startled me, and I looked up to see Claire, a boa
Noah's POV:She felt so small against me, and I held her tightly. “Nothing’s going to happen,” I said quietly. “I promise. You have to believe me. It’s just work.”Her body tensed for a moment, but then she relaxed, nodding her head slowly. “Sure,” she whispered, though her voice lacked warmth. “But you should tell the kids at breakfast that you’re leaving. I won't be the one breaking the news nor would I handle Mika's drama.”‘Guess I can't skip breakfast then.’ I said to myself.“I will,” I said, releasing her. She started to turn away when a thought crossed her mind, and she stopped, looking back at me with a playful frown.“Wait a second!” She said, tilting her head. “When are you even coming back?”I froze, unsure of what to say. I hadn’t even thought that far ahead. “I... I’m not sure,” I admitted finally. “Hopefully, it won’t be long.”She sighed and shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Just make sure you come back early, Noah.”I laughed softly. “I promise, I’ll
Mitchelle's POV:I followed him. “You said that last month, and the month before that! We’re drowning in debt because of you!”Ken turned around, he grabbed a vase from the counter and hurled it across the room. It shattered against the wall, sending shards of porcelain scattering across the floor. I flinched, my breath catching in my throat.“Don’t push me, Mitchelle. The next time it might just be you that will be flung across the room.” He hissed. “I’m doing everything I can, and I won’t have you standing there, acting like you’re some saint when you’ve done nothing but sit around and criticize.”For a moment, I couldn’t find my voice. I stared at him, my heart pounding, and I wondered how it had come to this—how did the man I once loved had become a stranger who only knew how to shout and break things. I wanted to scream, to throw something back at him, but I was too exhausted. I had no more fight left in me.Instead, I turned away, my hands trembling as I grabbed my phone from th
Mitchelle's POV:He took a step closer. "This is different," He hissed. "I know you’re up to something. You’ve been acting strange for weeks, and now you won’t even tell me where you’ve been."I laughed, but it was bitter and hollow. "You think I’m acting strange? Have you looked in the mirror lately, Ken? You’ve been distant, distracted—like you’re hiding something. So don’t lecture me about secrets."Ken’s face twisted and before I could react, he threw the glass he was holding against the wall. It shattered into a thousand pieces, and the sound echoed through the room like a gunshot. My heart jumped in my chest, but I refused to flinch. I stood my ground, even as he took another step toward me, his eyes blazing with rage."Don’t you dare talk to me like that," he growled, his voice shaking. "You owe me respect.""Respect?" I shot back, my voice rising. "Respect goes both ways, Ken. You don’t get to treat me like I’m some possession you own. I won’t be controlled by you, not anymore
Mitchelle's POV:My grip on the glass tightened. Mirabelle. Of course this was about her. It has to be about her. “Get to the point,” I said impatiently. “What exactly are you proposing?” Natasha leaned forward, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I want Noah back. And I can’t do that with Mirabelle playing the perfect wife. But you—” she paused, eyeing me carefully “—you seem to have your own issues with Mirabelle. And don’t try to deny it. I can see it in your eyes.”How the hell did she know about my issues with Estella?“Sounds like you've done a research on me, which means you must know that Mirabelle is my sister. So what makes you think that I would want to engage in such conversations with you.” I countered.“Stepsister.” She corrected me. “And yes I did a research and I discovered that you stole her husband, which also means that you don't really have a relationship with her.” She clapped back.She wasn’t wrong. The anger, the resentment towards her, it had been building for
Noah's POV: “I’ve missed you so much.” I confessed genuinely, fumbling for her bra clasp. “Same,” She moaned, arching her back. “Front clasp,” Mira explained and with one flick of my fingers, her surprisingly perfect breasts sprang forth, even after having three kids for me. Aren't I so lucky? I definitely was. “Turn around,” I said huskily, placing my hands on her waist. “Ohhhhh,” She moaned, as I got on my knees. Touching my lips to the band of her lace thong, I delicately placed my lips and teeth around the fabric and began pulling it down. “Fuck,” She whispered. I found her laying down with me hovering above her. I massaged her scalp with strong fingers, digging in just the right amount while dropping gentle kisses on her lips, neck and shoulders. Her nipples were so hard I was afraid they’d pop off, and while my dick throbbed with need I grabbed the back of her head gently, pulling her closer for a deep kiss. Bending down, I began to worship her breasts with my ton
Mirabelle's POV: I swallowed, my throat dry. "But what if you do?" I asked quietly. "What if you keep working with her? And then you end up getting close to her in a way that I can’t handle? What happens to us then?" I finally voiced my insecurity and didn't act as strong as I did before. Noah shifted, sitting up fully now, and his expression softened. "Mirabelle, you have to trust me. I've never given you a reason to doubt me, have I?" I stared at him for a long moment. I didn’t want to admit it, but I felt like everything had changed. "I want to trust you," I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper. "But how can I? I know it’s silly, but seeing you with Natasha—it just feels like you’re slipping away from me."Noah’s jaw tightened, and he reached out, placing a hand on my knee. "Mirabelle, you need to trust me. Especially after everything we’ve been through." I felt my chest tighten."I know," I said, forcing out a smile. "I know you’ve always had my back, and I’m grateful
Mirabelle's POV:“Mirabelle?” Ken’s voice was gentle but insistent. “What is it?”I sighed and pushed my chair back abruptly. “I have to go.” I said, smiling. “I’m sorry, Ken, I can’t do this right now.”“Mirabelle, wait—” he started, but I was already walking out of the restaurant, the door slamming shut behind me.I got home earlier than usual and found Jamie tidying up the living room. She looked up as I came in, her eyes widening when she saw my face.“Is everything alright, Mrs. Sylvester?” she asked, setting down the duster. I opened my mouth to say yes, to tell her not to worry, but instead, something inside me broke. “No,” I said, and my voice cracked. “No, Jamie, nothing is alright.” She was by my side in an instant, guiding me to the kitchen table and pushing a steaming cup of tea into my hands. I didn’t even realize I was crying until I tasted the salt of my tears on my lips. “Take your time, dear,” Jamie said softly, sitting down across from me. I told her everything—t