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LEILANI The moment the look on Sienna's face changed, I realized I was in for some trouble. I quickly looked away and focused my attention on my food. But who am I kidding, nothing can stop Sienna from doing what she wants. I watched her through the rear of my eyes, she was smirking and stylishly walked over to the dining table. She attempted to sit next to me, but then I saw that coming, so I rose from the seat, nearly knocking down my food. "What's wrong?" Malcolm asked, startled. "It's…" I tried speaking, but Sienna cut me off. "Oh, it's nothing. My sweet Lani and I would like to have a chat upstairs. Right Lani?" she asked and winked at me. "Absolutely not, never," I muttered and immediately sat back in my seat. "I'm not going anywhere with her," I announced and began to shove food into my mouth. I'd rather stuff myself with food than deal with her teasing. "Are you sure you're okay?" Malcolm asked in a concerned tone. "Oh, don't be too soft on her, she is definitely fine.
LEILANI Still inside the room getting a lot of torturous questions from Sienna, I brought out my phone and took Melinda's airpod laying carelessly on the bed. I connected my phone to it and plugged it into my ear. "What the fuck are you doing?" Sienna screamed even louder than the music. She snatched the airpod from my ear and forcefully took my phone from me. "Si, I've heard you. Next time, I will make sure to put on something sexy," I literally screamed. Sienna's serious look suddenly turned into a smirk. "Okay, I'm in for it again," I screamed in my head. "So ... .You're hoping for a next time." She giggled and patted my back. I palmed my face and shut my eyes. "He is a good digger, isn't he?" She winked at me. "If vulgar a person, it would be you," I said in an exaggerated tone. "Oh, don't tease me, honey. I'm well aware of that. So, tell me, did he service down there?" Mortified, I rose from the bed. "I'm leaving, Si. You've lost your mind." "Okay, that came out wron
MALCOLM It’s been one week since Pixie left our lives, one week of peace and understanding. My relationship with Leilani and Melinda has improved so much this past week. We were now like a perfect family, always together and doing things in each other’s company. The only thing remaining is to make this relationship of ours official by tying the knot. I plan to do that soon. I mean, I’ve wasted a lot of time, and we never know what might happen. “Daddy, are you going out?” Melinda asks, running towards me. I spread my arms apart to take her into my arms. “Daddy is here with you all day.” I grinned and took her into my embrace. “Oh, I was about to rejoice. Too bad you aren’t going out,” she said in what seemed like a sad voice and made sad faces. Leilani’s laughter echoed from the stairs. I glowered at her. “What, you should have thought about it when you decided to break your promise,” she giggled and winked at me. After I broke my promise of taking Melinda to an amusement park,
MALCOLM Some days ago, news reached me that Lucian had been arrested by the police because of his involvement with Pixie. Just knowing that brought a smile to my face, knowing that I could finally apprehend him. But then, I knew I had to step up my game to make sure he got the punishment he deserved for tampering with me and my family. Two days ago, I visited Pixie in jail. Leilani had mentioned Pixie’s slip about Lucian to me. Lucian's arrest through Pixie’s testimony further made it clear that he was indeed involved with her. It made me pay Pixie a visit to know more and possibly get more evidence from her to pull Lucian down. When I got there, I realized Pixie is someone that does anything no matter when and where, just to make money. I offered her a hefty sum and promised to reduce her punishment if she gave me more information to take Lucian down. She readily agreed. So far, the evidence I have about Lucian’s misdeeds is enough to keep him locked up for life. Pixie had revealed t
LEILANI The moment Malcolm left the house, I instructed Melinda to go get ready and went into Malcolm's room, our room to shower and dress up. After showering I put on black pants and a polo. I just wanted to dress casually. I left the room, just in time to see Melinda emerging from her room. We both walked hand in hand down the stairs and out of the house. We got into my car and I drove and finally pulled up in front of the amusement park. "We are here, Melly," I told Melinda, who was so invested in looking out the window throughout the entire ride. "I know that mummy," she answered, still looking out the window. Looking at my daughter, I felt like she wasn't happy. Even though she seemed excited to come to the park today, there is something that is bothering her inside and she keeps hiding it with her smile. "Linda," I called slowly, making her turn away from the window and look at me. "You know I'm your mother and I love you so much, right?" I asked. She gazed at me as if tr
LEILANI “Mummy, I don’t think you should drive. Let me call Daddy so he can come to pick us up,” Melinda said and tried to stop me from turning on the ignition. But then my mind was already made up and I didn't want to remain in the Park, I was shivering in fear and staying here would only worsen it. "I can drive honey," I mumbled and ruffled Melinda's hair. She looked like she wasn't convinced and proceeded to search for Malcolm's contact on her phone. The moment I saw that she was looking down at her phone, I turned on the ignition and stepped on the accelerator. "Daddy, mummy almost got into an accident and she is driving while shaking," Melinda complained to Malcolm over the phone. I didn't hear what he said to her since the phone wasn't on loudspeaker, I was more concentrated on driving home and getting some rest. The incident had really shaken me. I guess Malcolm asked Melinda to keep working with him, as she was on the phone throughout the entire ride. The moment we got ho
LEILANI Cold sweats began to emanate from my body, I couldn't believe that I'd been a terrible mother. How could I forget that I gave birth to twins? Even though I lost my little Miranda, how could I forget her? What sort of mother am I? And now I had no idea where my angel was buried. "I'm a bad mother," I cried and held onto Malcolm's shirt. "Calm down, Lani. Your experience at the park today is affecting you. Take a deep breath, Lani," Malcolm said, trying so hard to pacify me. "You don't understand," I whispered, Tears blurred my vision as I blamed myself over and over again. "Lani, you have to stop crying. You are getting me worried," Malcolm pulled me into his arms trying to calm me down. But then I broke free. He didn't seem to understand. "I just told you I had twins and you are waving that aside? You think I've lost my mind?" I asked. "Just calm down, Lani. Let's talk about this twin stuff later. I need you to take a deep breath and…" "Get out!" I yelled, anxiety get
LEILANI “Yeah, I know I have horrible parents, I know they hate me for getting pregnant. But then, is that enough reason for them to cast me off? Is that enough reason for them to try to end my life? What wrong did I do by coming into this world through them?” Different thoughts ran through my head as we drove to the police station. Malcolm had tried to stop me from going, but then my mind was already made up. I wanted to know the reason why my mother could have the mind to try to end my life in the most cruel way. What parent would be happy to have their successful kid gone? I might have severed ties with them. But deep down, I’ve always wished for them to come and ask for my forgiveness. I was willing to forgive them, to give them another chance to prove themselves. But they just screwed everything. “Baby, you’re crying,” Malcolm whispered to me. I sighed and looked out the car window. Good thing Melinda and Sienna didn’t come along. The last thing I wanted was for Melinda to see
LEILANI Here I am, seated on the sandy beach overlooking the vast water. However, instead of watching the water being pushed around by the waves like everyone else, My entire attention is on my two adorable kids, building sand castles in a corner. “Stop that, Melinda,” Miranda screams at Melinda who was so invested in destroying the sand castle she had built. “Let’s do something else, I’m tired of building sand castles every time we visit the beach,” Melinda yells and continues to kick and scatter the sand castle they had spent almost an hour building. “Melinda, stop that,” I yell, bringing their attention to me. “She doesn’t want to play with me,” Melinda complains, her eyes getting moist. “You mustn’t run around all the time,” I say, but Melinda was hearing none of it. She threw herself on the ground and began to roll herself on the floor. “Melinda, stop that,” I say, now pissed off at her unruly behaviour. She rises from the ground and grabs hold of Miranda’s swimsuit. “Th
FIVE MONTHS LATER MIRANDA “Stop that Melinda!” I screamed as she continuously banged her spoon on a stainless plate, creating a loud disturbing noise. “You never like playing!” She screams back, giggling. “I’m trying to study,” I replied, pulling my hair. But my crazy twin smiled and banged the spoon on the plate even more loudly. “Fine,” I say, slamming my book shut and rising from the bed. “What do you want to do?” I ask. “Yes!” she screams and leaps up. It’s been five months since I was taken home by my real family, five months since I discovered Aunt Isabelle’s true colours, Five months since I found people who sincerely love me and wished the best for me. Honestly, my family has become the most important part of my life. I can never stay a day without seeing them. My mum, Leilani, treats me like I'm the most precious thing on earth, and most times I wonder why Melinda never gets jealous. My dad, on the other hand, treats me like I'm the most delicate thing on earth. He
MIRANDA “Is that another me?” the little girl who looks exactly like me gasps I stood still, unable to say a word and watched as she also took steps towards me, her legs shaky and her eyes fixed on my face the entire time. Getting to me, she raises her hand to touch my face. But then, I am reminded of Aunt Isabelle's words about her being the major reason why my parents don't want me. "Don't touch me," I snarled and roughly shoved her aside. "I need to speak with Malcolm Blake and his wife," I said, older this time. "That's my mum and dad," the girl who looks exactly like me says. I glanced at her and eyed her unpleasantly. "I'm not dragging that with you," I snarled at her. "Anyone getting the duo, or I should barge in and find their suite myself?" I ask. "No, I'll call them," the lady says. Nodding my head at her answer, I stood still watching her make a phone conversation. "They'll be here soon," she says, putting down her phone. "So doppelgangers are real," the annoyi
MIRANDA I was so engrossed in the storybook Aunt Isabelle had purchased for me when I noticed someone trying to come into my room through the window. Scared, I got into the closet to hide myself. I would’ve called Aunt Isabelle, but then I recalled that she had warned me on several occasions to always keep my windows locked. Not wanting to get scolded by her, I carefully hid myself inside my closet and shut the door, heart beating erratically and waiting for the intruder to show up. However, after a long wait, no one showed up, making me look out of the closet. Then, I heard someone screaming for help. People asking for help was a normal occurrence in our neighbourhood. I’ve always watched a lot of people struggle with their captors. It was a daily occurrence that scared me. But then, I always watch to know who to look out for. Like always, I tiptoed to the window and that was when I caught sight of a familiar woman being pulled by the hair. For some reason, the way the man was tuggin
"Miranda." I gasped and stared wide-eyed at my little angel staring down at me. The maniac kept tugging my hair to bring my attention to him, but then it was as if I couldn't feel any of those at this moment. My entire focus was on the little girl in the window. "Miran…" I try to call again. But then, I'm cut shut as a familiar voice calls out the name before I could complete it. "Miranda," Isabelle's annoying voice sounded. At that moment, I felt my skin crawl and my heart began to beat frantically. "Don't tell me Elodie and her husband gave my daughter to this witch," I mumbled, gripped by fear. Having witnessed what Isabelle is capable of, the last thing I want is to have her next to my loved ones. Most especially, my daughters, but it seemed like that was just my wishful thinking. Eyes still on the window, I watch my daughter's face lit up with a smile the moment Isabelle reaches her side. I watched, with tears trailing down my cheeks as Isabelle fondly pats my daughter's hai
LEILANI “What?” I gasp in shock. Malcolm ignores me and rises from his seat. I grab hold of his hand to stop him from walking away. “How can you just drop an information like this and suddenly try to leave without explaining things to me?” I ask, still in shock. Disbelief clearly written on my face. “What? You suddenly want to believe my words right now?” Malcolm asks and pulls his arm off my grasp. “Malcolm,” I whisper in shock at the force he used in pulling his hand away. “What Leilani? What! I'm sick and tired of constantly having to explain myself to you countless number of times. I try to please and understand you all the time, but you keep making things hard for me. Tell me, do you even believe what I just said about Elodie?” He suddenly throws a question at me. I stare at him without saying a word. Honestly, this news is a shocker and I'm having a hard time believing it. “See, you don’t,” he says. Casting one last look at me, he dumps his cutleries, not caring if they f
LEILANI “When did we suddenly get to this?” I ask myself. I stood in place, too shocked to move. This was the first time a gun was being pointed at me. Yeah, I live in the United States, and shooting often occurs. But then, this is the first time I’m actually witnessing it. I watched as the guy pulled the trigger. “Is this my end?” I ask. Suddenly, I’m snatched like I weigh nothing and thrown aside. “You really want to die, don’t you?” Malcolm’s angry voice echoes. His voice sounded so far away, yet I was in his arms. My focus was on the masked guy trying to get away. I watch as he slips into one of the hospital rooms. “Baby,” Malcolm calls, shaking me rigorously. “Huh,” I answer absent-mindedly. “Leilani!” he suddenly yells my name. Making me snap out of whatever trance I was in. “He tried to shoot me,” I mumble. “I almost died without meeting my daughter,” I begin to cry. “Almost, but you didn’t,” he says, pulling me further into his arms. “She is dead,” I mumble, point
LEILANI The moment Frank runs past us with his skinny wife in his arms, Malcolm and I immediately run after him. Getting outside the building, Frank runs over to an old truck that looks like it will break down at any minute. “Are you honestly taking her to the hospital with that?” I ask “Let’s use my car,” Malcolm calls after him. Soon, we all got into Malcolm’s car, and he speeds to the hospital. Getting to the hospital, Elodie is lowered into a stretcher and wheeled into the emergency room. Malcolm and Frank goes off, as Frank mentions that he would like their family doctor to attend to her since he works here. I watch as both of them walk away in search of the doctor. Frank’s sister and I rushes after Elodie, who was already wheeled to the emergency room. “Has something like this happened to her before?” I queried her. She gave me one downgrading look and didn’t bother to answer. It is already bad enough that I haven’t seen my daughter even when I’m already in Colorado. Now,
LEILANI "You should pull yourself together, Lani. I'm sure you don't want Melinda to worry about you," Malcolm says the moment he ends the call. I didn't say a word and quietly snuggled into his chest. Honestly, I, too, knew I must have frightened Melinda. Heaven knows how she is feeling right now. This is one of the reasons why I said I'm not a good mother. "I'll go heat the milk. You need something to help you calm down," Malcolm says and proceeds to leave the room. Just as soon as he leaves, my phone rings, and I realize it's Sienna after speaking with Sienna. I felt calm and knew that I didn't need the milk to calm me down again, as my best friend had already did. I rose from the bed and found my way down the stairs. I was barefooted, so my feet barely made any sound. Getting to the kitchen, I found Malcolm on a call with his back turned on me. Not wanting to distract him from the call, I quietly stood behind him while waiting for him to finish answering the call. "You mean my