ISABELLA'S POVThe sound of the cab driver’s engine quieted as he brought the Hyundai to a halt in front of the store.At the backseat where we sat, Scarlett sighed beside me, still weary from the exhausting battle with traffic we endured before we got here."I swear, one more red light, and I would've lost it," she leaned towards me to mutter.I let out a short laugh, draping my handbag over my shoulder before I playfully whispered,“I might have paid to see that.” She slapped me on the shoulder, laughing as well.After that, we stepped out of the car almost simultaneously. Scarlett closed the door with a soft click, and I could see her scanning the surroundings briefly before her gaze finally settled on the driver.“How much do we owe you?” She asked, her tone casual but commanding.The driver named his price, and then Scarlett handed over the cash without hesitation. “You don’t have to wait. We won’t need you anymore.” She added with a dismissive wave, her voice firm but polite
ISABELLA'S POVThe answer to that question came sooner than I expected. Naomi, who was obviously still smarting from humiliation, couldn’t let it go, apparently. She began shouting at me from across the parking lot, her voice vile and wounded.“You might have that little storekeeper under tethers, but not my son, okay. Do you think this is anything close to the real fight? Wait and see how it turns out.Don’t think for a second that you’ll raise my son’s child. We’ll see to it that your little game ends, Docktorr.” She mocked, her words dripping with malice. Celine joined in, her tone equally threatening.“Your’re shameless. You lied your way into my brother's life; now you want to take away his child? Look, my brother’s child won’t be raised by another man. You’ll regret ever crossing us.”I was silent; I felt my pulse quicken, the familiar rush of anxiety creeping in.But before I could open my mouth, Scarlett stepped forward, her eyes blazing with fury.“Enough!” she shouted, he
NATHAN’s POVIt was break-fast time at our family house.I took a seat at the table, surrounded instantly by the smell of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the savory scent of bacon.Breakfast was so much more fun to me now than it had been during those lonely mornings back in New Zealand.Those days when I would sit alone, staring at an empty chair and longing for the warmth of family.I couldn't help but smile at the sight of Maddie moving gracefully around the table, serving scrambled eggs, toast, and fresh fruit with her usual quiet efficiency.Across from me, Isabella stirred her tea absentmindedly, her eyes distant. Dad sat at the head of the table, flipping through the morning newspaper. On his right and left sides were Mom and Owen, respectively, setting their plate covers apart.After a few seconds, I started to feel Dad’s attention shifting to me as he lowered the paper, setting it beside his plate.“I was meaning to ask, son, how’s the government contract coming along?”
NATHAN'S POV Steering my car away from the government complex, I let out a long, deep breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. The contract was out of my hands now, and all I could do was wait. The thought of the Xander guy I just saw back there still lingered for a second. I wondered if I should call dad to inform him, but I soon pushed it aside and pulled a nonchalant shrug. There were much more pressing concerns on my plate, and given how much Harrington Corporation had expanded, Xander was nothing more than a relic of a bygone era. One of such concerns on my plate now was meeting up with Owen at his company headquarters. The facility was nestled in one of the most isolated, calm areas of New York City, a haven for young genius startup companies in the tech and internet sectors, and that was Brooklyn. It had become a hub for these types of enterprises, filled with sleek, modern buildings that stood as monuments to innovation. When I arrived, I parked in front of Owen’s b
ISABELLA'S POV It was yet another busy morning, I got out of my car and walked into the hospital with the casual ease of someone who had done it countless times. Once I got through the main entrance, the antiseptic smell that lingered in the air was followed by the soft hum of machines in the distance. The quiet urgency in everyone’s steps, going in and out comforted me. It was like walking into a familiar dance hall, where I knew all the moves. I made my way toward one of the wards, nodding briefly at an emerging nurse. The small room opened with a gentle hiss, and I stepped inside, my attitude switching at once. The first patient I had come to check up on looked up eagerly as I entered, a tired but grateful smile on her face. Her graying hair framed a face that had seen too much pain, but when she saw me, there was a glow of hope in her eyes. "Good morning, Mrs. Lawson," I said, my voice carrying the warmth I especially for my patients. "How are you feeling today?"
ISABELLA'S POVI continued to stare at the screen, my eyes straining to comprehend the blankness.I was actually supposed to be happy about this news. After all, just a week ago, I was wishing for exactly the same result.But a lot had changed since then, and right now, all I could ask was how? how could I be happy now? How could I go back to my family and tell them that the baby they were already celebrating wasn't real? And what about James? And his opportunist family members who were already making plans, speaking about the future as if it was set in stone. And most importantly, what about me?I didn’t just think I was pregnant. I felt it. The symptoms were there, undeniable, and I could still touch the small protrusion of what I believed was the life growing inside me. This had to be some mistake. Something wasn’t adding up.Doctor Shaw sighed softly, a sound that seemed to come from a place of understanding. She stepped closer, her initial anxiety, and seemed to dissolve.
JAMES’S POVIt was close to evening, and my desk was full of unfinished work.Yet there was a lightness in my chest that made all of this insignificant. I never liked night shifts, and on such days, I was always scowling, but today was different. I had just hung up the phone, still feeling the new warmth of Isabella's voice echoing in my ears. She had finally agreed to meet up so we could talk about our child, and who knows, there was also a chance for us to reconcile. The thought of becoming a family again made my heart thump in expectation.I mean, what was a child's life without a strong, doting father hanging around?Just as I was still relishing the joy of this recent victory, the door to my office was flung open with a force that made me jolt forward on my chair.I looked up quickly, eyes wide with alarm, only to see Zoey standing there, her face twisted with anger. "What the hell?" I muttered, still trying to process the display.“Hey, what was all that for?”Zoey didn'
GENERAL POVThe business of the day was coming to an end, and Michael was just about to seal up his own with one of the most important discussions of his career.A talk with Robert Carlisle in his office; the man was a billionaire investor in the pharmaceutical industry, and a private moment with him meant a lot especially now that he was planning to start his own company; as a matter of fact, that was the topic of their discussion.Mr. Carlisle sat behind Michael’s brown expansive office desk, listening to Michael’s proposal calmy. His gaze was sharp, assessing the younger man with the kind of scrutiny that came with years of navigating high-stakes deals.Michael, on the other hand, was speaking passionately. His eyes were bright with ambition, and his tone was measured, every word chosen with care."So, like I said before, sir. I'm building this company from the ground up, leveraging everything I've learned and inheriting from my family’s legacy in the pharmaceutical world.” Micha