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LEILANI Malcolm had managed to take me home last night. After asking him to book a flight to New York, he said that the next flight would be leaving the next day. So I had to wait. I know he lied because he could simply use his influence to get us to New York at that very moment. I pointed it out, but then he asked if I was just going to travel without telling Melinda. He further asked how I think Melinda would feel if she realised I left the city without bothering to say goodbye. I had broken down at that moment and began to blame myself. Honestly, I do not deserve to be called a mother. How could I even forget about my princess, who was waiting for me at home. Once again, Malcolm calmed me and consoled me before driving me home. That night, we made provision for Melinda to stay with Sienna until we returned. This morning, I woke up feeling less energetic than I thought I would be. I wasn't able to sleep a wink last night as lots of thoughts filled my head. I had tried to get my mind
LEILANI The moment the plane landed, my nervousness intensified. Throughout the flight, I was so worried and could barely calm down. Malcolm did his best to make me relax. But then I couldn’t. I kept praying that we would arrive in New York soon. I couldn’t wait to lay my daughter to rest. I’ve been a terrible mother. Words can’t explain how mad I am at myself. But then, I’m here to make amends. After hours of tiring and exhausting flight, we finally arrived. Malcolm had arranged for a car to pick us up from the airport. The driver seemed to have been waiting for our plane to land, as he came to us the moment we stepped out of the plane. He got our luggage and placed them all in the car. “Where to, sir?” He asks as we get into the sleek black GLC coupe. “Any of my hotels around,” Malcolm replies. I tapped his arm to get his attention to me. “I don’t appreciate staying in a hotel when I have a house here,” I mumbled the moment he looked at me. “Sorry, I didn’t think of that,” he a
LEILANI "Go tell the others that we have another victim." "What other victim?" Malcolm asked before I could utter a word. "Come with me," the cop said and gestured for us to follow him into the hospital. All I wanted at that moment was to meet the gynaecologist who had birthed my kids for me. I wanted to know why they never told me I had twins. I wanted to know how they took my daughter without trying to remind me. We trailed behind the cop. Malcolm's eyes were fixed on me the entire time, but I never bothered to look at him. Soon, we got into the hospital's reception. Everywhere was chaotic. Patients were being transferred to stretchers and wheeled out of the hospital. Several women were seated and crying. I watched as the police tried their best to hold them down. Confused would be an understatement of how I felt. I had no idea of what was going on. But whatever it was, I hoped it wouldn't affect me finding out where my baby was buried. "There she is!" One of the women cries a
SIENNA It has been three days since Malcolm and Leilani went to New York. Honestly, these past few days haven’t been pleasant at all. It made me realize that I’m nowhere near ready to have my own kids. Melinda is like a time bomb that never stops. She ticks every second, and honestly, I’m so overwhelmed by her actions most times that I never know how to react. Just last night, she suddenly woke up at midnight and began demanding for Leilani and Malcolm. I told her they would be back soon, and she started crying, demanding I call them that night. Left with no other choice, I had to contact Malcolm, but then he never answered. Leilani’s phone was also switched off. Last night's experience is something I wish would never happen again. Melinda didn’t sleep a wink and kept mumbling that she needed her parents. It got to an extent that she began to wail loudly. After failing to console her for over twenty minutes, I left the room for her and went downstairs. But then she came down, too, com
MALCOLM After Leilani passed out, I made one of the doctors at the hospital attend to her immediately. That was when I found out that she was pregnant and had passed out due to the stress. He also advised that I make sure she doesn't stress herself. After confirming that she was okay, I took her home, as I didn't want her to stay in the same hospital that hurt her. Leilani was unconscious for three days, and throughout that period, I made sure a doctor constantly examined her. Thankfully, she woke up today, easing my worries. When I told her about her pregnancy, I didn't know what to expect. I was happy, yet anxious. I know this is a hard time for her. She was blaming herself, and I knew knowing about the pregnancy would make her worry even more. Initially, I didn't want to tell her about it. But when she began to worry and panic, I knew I had to tell her to make her stress less. Having more children is something exciting to me. However, I wouldn't say the same for Leilani. I'm anxi
SIENNA The moment Melinda questioned Michael on what he was doing at her house, I knew he was up for it. Ever since the day Melinda discovered that Michael was the one who made me cry, she has disliked and never liked the mention of his name. "Won't you answer!" she yells, eying him unpleasantly. "Linda, that is no way to talk to your elders," I tried to caution her, but she was hearing none of it. Michael was still bent and holding on to his groin. The kick must have hurt a lot. But who cares, he deserves it. "Go and sit on the couch. I'll send him away and come meet you there," I told her and pointed in the direction of the couch. Instead of leaving, Melinda runs over to stand in front of me. She spread her arms apart and kept glaring at Michael. "What are you doing?" I ask. "I won't go to the couch. My mum is not here to take care of you, but then I'm her daughter, so I'll take care of you. I'm not letting him hurt you and make you cry again," she says, her voice coming out
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
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 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