BOOK 1 OF THE DESTINED LOVE SERIES: Little Alfred Plays Matchmaker: The Billionaire's Regret
***MIRABELLA’S POV*** I stared blankly at the file in my hand, still trying to wrap my head around it. It’s a divorce document sent to me by my beloved husband. At first, I thought he was joking when he first mentioned it to me, but now that it is in my possession, it is crystal clear that my husband meant it. He had already signed his part before having the documents sent to me. How did we end this way? After three years of marriage and three years of my consistent effort to get him to love me back, my efforts remained null and void. Was it wrong for me to want to be with the man I love? I know I forced Easton into this marriage, knowing fully well that he was dating someone else at that moment, but I only did it because of the love I have for him. I’ve always been in love with Easton Grey, right from the day we first met. I was at a dinner party that my father had asked me to attend on his behalf, and just as I was about to take another glass of wine, my gaze locked with that of Easton’s. I was overwhelmed by the compelling, intimidating, and alluring aura he exuded. I felt drawn to him that instant, his hazel-green eyes held my gaze as I found my way to him. I still remember the words he uttered to me that night: “Hello beautiful. To what do I owe this graceful encounter?” As his rich, mesmerizing voice reverberated in my ears, my heart lost control. The fact that he thought me to be beautiful, his voice, his charisma—it heightened my desire to be with him, and I knew then that I wanted to be a part of his life. We became friends thereafter, and even though I knew he only cared for me like a sister, I never stopped trying to win his heart. I thought that by marrying him, he would finally see me as a woman and return my love, but the exact opposite happened. Easton’s attitude toward me took a wild turn after our marriage, and he never once hid the fact that he hated being married to me. I tried to overlook it all with hopes of things getting better with time, but even after three years, nothing changed. He has always had eyes for one woman, and she is none other than Nicole Freeman, his college girlfriend. Easton has never looked at me the way he looks at Nicole. He’s always a different man whenever he’s with her, and I envied that about her. I wanted to also experience that side of Easton, but it’s unfortunate that I never got that chance. Maybe this is for the best, maybe I pushed him too much with this marriage. “If this is what you truly desire…” I let out a deep sigh. I knew I couldn’t have the happy ending I had planned for, even though it hurts so much to have to let go. After all these years, Easton hasn’t even touched me. After our wedding ceremony, which was the only occasion we shared a kiss, it seemed as though he had forgotten about me entirely. Never have I desired anything more than to be in his arms, to have his lips explore every inch of my body, and to feel his touch against my skin. I must at least obtain my closure before I sign these documents. After making up my mind, I put the file down and picked up my phone. I texted Easton, asking him to come over to the house later that evening so we could go over the specifics of the papers. He barely comes home these days, and I hoped he would this time, if not for anything but to at least see him one last time before I disappear from his life like he always wanted. I went into the room immediately after sending the text to prepare myself for his return. I searched the closet for the dress I had worn the first day we met. I kept it all these years because it meant a lot to me. It reminded me of the day I met the love of my life. I took a bath, got dressed, put on the dress, put on minimal makeup, and looked in the mirror. My features would make any man—any man but Easton— ecstatic to have me as his wife. My dark, long, silky hair lay on one side of my neck, my crystal blue eyes glowed against the moonlight that shone directly on my smooth, rosy complexion, and the red silk-like garment adorned every inch of my body, enhancing my curves. But beauty is not helpful now. I mean, what’s it’s use if my husband hates me that much? A while later, I heard the door creek open, and a familiar cologne filled my nostrils. He came! But instead of being excited about it, I only felt more heartbroken. The look on his face told me he had come solely for the signing process, and I tried my best not to show any emotions. He had made up his mind, and nothing I do now will change that. “I’m here, let’s get this over with.” He said it coldly, taking a seat on the opposite couch. I felt a sharp pain in my chest as I brought out the papers from the file. I felt his gaze on me the whole time, but I tried not to look up. I’m sure he expected me to make a fuss about the situation, but my silence surprised him. Perhaps he felt sorry for me, perhaps I had become so pathetic trying to win his love that he stared at me with those pitiful gazes of his, which I avoided. “Regarding the terms of this divorce, I don’t need your money. We both know I never married you for money.” I stated, trying my best to hide my pain. I waited for his response, and when I didn’t get any, I finally raised my head up, meeting his gaze. That was all it took to finally break me. For the first time in three years, Easton’s gaze wasn’t a hard glare but a soft stare—the ones I had fallen in love with. I didn’t even realize I was crying until the tears escaped my eyes, wetting my hand. I immediately wiped my eyes, not wanting him to see me this way. “Mirabella...” Easton’s soft voice echoed in the living room, and I immediately looked up at him. He has never spoken to me in such a tone before, and his soft gaze remained unchanged. “We both know this marriage was a mistake from the start. I appreciate all you’ve done for me, starting with mending my relationship with my parents, and then saving the company...” He paused; his gaze lingered on my face as he tried to observe my every reaction. “I don’t want anyone to manipulate my life anymore. We can still be friends after this, it doesn’t change how I feel about you-” “And how do you feel about me, Easton?” I cut him off. “You already know the answer, Mirabella.” Easton responded; his expression was the same as before. “I’ve always seen and cared for you like a sister-” “And I’ve always wanted you to see me as a woman!” I snapped, unable to contain my emotions. How could he still say such to me after being married that long? “We both know that would never be. Accept my simple terms Mirabella, you’ve had your way for three years. It’s time I have mine.” And with that, his expression turned cold and indecipherable. My mind kept replaying his last sentence. ‘Had my way?’ When have I ever had my way? If I did then we wouldn’t be getting a divorce. I wanted to utter more protest, but his expression made it clear to me that he wasn’t going to entertain anymore discussion. “Do you want a drink?” I asked, hoping he wouldn’t decline, and to my amazement, he didn’t. “Sure.” He replied dryly, leaning back against the couch and crossing his legs. I immediately walked towards the wine I had earlier placed at the dinner. I poured it into two glasses, taking a deep breath. Easton might despise me even more for what I’m about to do, but I had to. I returned to the living room shortly and handed Easton his drink. He kept his gaze on me while taking the drink, and I tried my best not to stare at the drink too much. What if he changes his mind and doesn’t drink it? He always refuses things I offer him, but again, to my amazement, he emptied the glass in one go, placing the empty glass on the table before adjusting his attire. “Let’s proceed.” He said after, and I let out a sigh. I emptied my glass, also placing it on the table, but instead of proceeding to sign the document, I stood up and walked towards Easton. He gave me a questionable gaze and tried standing up but fell back on the couch like he had lost his strength and I sat on his lap immediately. I noticed his gaze was getting weaker, which is a result of the drug I had slipped into his drink. “I will sign the papers, and I will leave just like you want me to.” I said this as I began to undo the buttons on his shirt. Knowing Easton, he would have pushed me off by now, but he couldn’t, thanks to my little help. “I will leave, but first…” I trailed off, running my hand through his chestnut-brown hair. I trailed my hand down to his sharp jawline end and then up to his lips as I slowly leaned in, capturing his lips in mine.(SIX YEARS LATER) EASTON’S POV I checked my watch for the third time as I made my way to the airport’s entrance. I had cut my meeting short so I could get here in time to pick up Nicole, despite her suggesting she takes a cab. Thankfully, I made it just in time. As I awaited her, my eyes suddenly caught sight of a woman. She stood some distance away from me and had her gaze glued to her phone. Her long, silky, dark hair covered the side of her face, preventing me from seeing it fully. Something about her seemed familiar, but I couldn’t wrap my head around it since I was yet to see her face. I attempted to break my stare, but it seemed as though my eyes had developed a will of their own and were refusing to comply with my mental commands. The woman swiftly turned around and walked away, but in that swift movement, I was able to catch a glimpse of her face. I suddenly felt uneasy and curious about this woman, and my legs started moving on their own in an attempt to follow he
MIRABELLA’S POV I exhaled heavily, bracing myself for what’s to come. It’s been six years since I last saw my parents, and I’m certain they’ll be furious at me for ghosting them for so long. I didn’t even know how long I stood at the entrance until I felt two tiny arms wrapping around my legs. I lowered my gaze, and a bright smile crept up my face as I watched my five-year-old son embrace me in a comforting hug. He must have sensed my uneasiness and did that to reassure me that all was alright. Alfred may appear as a naïve five-year-old to others, but he’s way smarter than any five-year-old I’ve ever met. He’s not only independent, but he takes care of me more than I take care of myself. He was a gift from heaven sent to mend my broken heart after my divorce with Easton. I could never have asked for anything more. He’s my joy, my sole purpose in life, and my everything. “Are you scared granddad won’t be happy to see us, mommy?” Alfred asked, his hazel-green eyes glitte
EASTON’S POV “Who was she?” I asked Nicole, eagerly awaiting her response. We had arrived at her place and were heading towards the building. “Charlotte Benson! Can you believe it?!” Nicole exclaimed and I unknowingly put on a deadpan expression. Charlotte isn’t even someone I know personally; she’s an old acquaintance of Nicole from our college days. “It’s okay if you don’t remember her since it’s been years since we last saw her.” Nicole said, and I let out a sigh, disappointed that the woman didn’t turn out to be Mirabella. “Are you certain you wouldn’t like me to accompany you?” Nicole asked when I was about to head back to the car. “You should get some rest; I’ll see you tomorrow.” I replied but she held onto my arm. “How about staying over tonight? We haven’t seen each other in two weeks, and-” “I have work to take care of Nicole.” I diligently turned her down. I just wanted to take a long nap after the stress of the day and to stop thin
MIRABELLA’S POV “Mommy!” Alfred hurried up to me and I threw my arms around him, kissing his temple and then releasing him.“You look very handsome in your tuxedo, sweetheart.” I said to him as I adjusted his collar.“And you look gorgeous as always, mommy. That man totally agrees with me, as he’s been staring at you for a while now.” Alfred said, his gaze shifting a bit to the left, and my gaze followed his line of sight out of curiosity.I let out a gasp the moment my gaze met with the said man. I never thought I would see him so soon, and especially not at my welcome party. I told myself countless times that it wouldn’t matter if I saw him, that I wouldn’t care. It’s been six years and I changed in those years. Growing up, I was raised in love and never experienced any difficulties, well except for the times I spent with Easton during our marriage but that’s all in the past. Although my heart raced as I stared into his hazel eyes, it wasn’t because I felt intimidated. Even after
EASTON’S POV I let out a sigh as I held my head in an attempt to stop the wicked headache that was stopping me from concentrating. It’s my fault anyway for drinking so much; I just needed to clear my head after everything that happened today. I had left the party early as I couldn't stand seeing her with that man. The way he held her, and she laughed almost every time he said something, she seemed so open and jovial around him, and for some unknown reason, it angered me. She did say he was the father of Alfred, so what else was I expecting? But still, it was a lot to take in. I didn’t mind the embarrassment I received at the party; I wouldn’t blame Martha for acting that way. I should be happy she’s moved on; I should be happy she’s doing alright; I should be happy seeing her happy again, but instead I feel a bit uneasy. I shouldn’t be jealous, not one bit. I was the one who asked for divorce; she loved me, but I never cared about her feelings. But then again, for someone who cl
NICOLE'S POVI dialed Easton’s line for the third time, hoping he would pick up, but it switched to voice mail again. I finally left a message before throwing my phone on the bed. It is unlike him to miss my calls this much, and I started to think his parents had finally gotten to him. All my efforts to get them to accept me were null and void. I thought if I pulled the poor and humble girl act on them like I did Easton, they would love me like they did Mirabella, but that didn’t work either. I don’t get what they see in Mirabella that’s making them hate me this much. Unlike myself, Mirabella came from a rich family; she had everything at the tip of her fingers, while I had to suffer and bleed my way through just to get a penny. It didn’t help that my parents weren’t supportive. My mother abandoned me with my gambling-addicted father when I was barely one year old. At first, he paid attention to me, but the moment I turned five, it was like I didn’t exist. I watched other kids with
ROMAN’S POV“I’m sorry about what happened, Roman. It felt like my best option at that moment.” I let out a soft chuckle, not because what Mirabella had said was funny, but because of her cute pout and the puppy eyes she made while saying it. Even if I were mad, which I am not, her expression would have melted my anger away in less than a second. At first, I was shocked by the abrupt revelation, but I immediately understood why she did that. I don’t mind keeping the lie and playing along as long as it makes her happy. I love Alfred, and would be more than happy to be his father if Mirabella would have me. “I understand, Mirabella. You don’t have to be sorry.” I replied, giving her a reassuring smile. “I’m happy to help; that’s what friends are for, right?” I added, and she smiled brightly, nodding her head immediately. “Yes, yes, that’s right.” She replied, still carrying that bright smile. Even though it hurt me a bit how she accepted without the slightest hesitation, it made me mo
MIRABELLA’S POV My pupils dilated as my eyes scanned through the document in my hand. It was a proposal from one of the companies Roman and I were to work with. My gaze went back and forth to the company’s name; Delta-Grey. I couldn’t believe my eyes! Just when I had resolved to keep a fair distance away from Easton, it turned out to be this way. “Is everything alright?” Roman’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and I raised my head up to meet his gaze. “This…” I said, showing him the document. “This is Easton’s company.” I added as he received the document from me, his eyes scanned it thoroughly. “I see.” He mumbled, lowering his hand. He smiled slightly, and took a seat next to me. “You don’t have to let this get to you. I’ll go to the meeting in your stead if you want.” Roman suggested, and I smiled brightly. He’s always so considerate, putting my needs and comfort before his. Indeed, I’m more than lucky to have him in my life. I stared at the document in his hand. Running
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~SANDY~I felt my palms getting wet as I was called out onto the podium to give my speech.I had imagined this day since the first day I got into Ousen University, and now it was finally here but now, I felt really anxious. What if I said the wrong things, what if I slipped while climbing onto the podium and fell?Why were my thoughts suddenly so wicked?I should be confident in myself. I came this far, I survived all the hardship, all the challenges and the best part of it all, was that among the audience, my family and everyone I loved was present.Uncle Roman, my grandparents Lionel and Lucia, my granddaughter Martha, my adoptive parents Easton and Mirabella, my sister Kiara, my best friends Hailey and Gabriel, my new friends Natasha and Danzel, my Aunt Paulina and her children, and lastly, the love of my life, Alfred Grey.They were all present, and cheering me on. I found my confidence the moment I got up on that podium and saw their smiling faces.“I thank everyone who is presen
~DANZEL~I groaned as I heard the loud banging on the door to my room. “Danzel, don't you have a morning shift or something today? Why are you still in bed?” I heard Jeffery's voice yapping nonstop and I finally pulled myself out of the bed.I just wanted to sleep in today. I didn't feel like going anywhere but the problem is I haven't felt like going out ever since Hailey left here that night.I felt so stupid for hurting her. She didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve someone like me, she deserved better.She had genuinely made herself vulnerable by telling me how she felt and I coldly shattered her heart. I let her down real hard and it has haunted me every night and day.“Dude what the hell? Are you sick or something? You haven't left the house for a week now.” Jeffery asked worriedly as I finally let him into my room.“I'm fine, I just need a little rest.” I responded but he didn't seem convinced.“You said that yesterday and every other day before. What's going on with you?”I s
~HAILEY~“You got everything?” Mom asked as I zipped up my box, ready to leave.“Yes, I think.” I responded, my gaze scrutinizing the room to be certain I wasn't forgetting anything.When I was certain I had it all, I pulled my luggage downstairs. Sandy and Kiara were both waiting for me.Kiara was celebrating her nineteenth birthday this weekend and I decided to spend the week with them since we were on a school break as well.“Don't worry, Mrs. Jordan, we will take good care of her.” Sandy reassured my mom and I chuckled softly.“I trust you will. Have fun sweetheart.” Mom said as I hugged her goodbye.“I'll call you the moment we arrive.” I said and she nodded in response, giving us the green light to leave.The ride back to New York was a rather quiet one, until Kiara broke the silence.“So no one is going to say anything? Come on, tell me how it went!” Kiara beamed and I pressed my lips into a thin line.I wish I had never confessed to Danzel but at the same time, I had no regret
~HAILEY~ I opened the door, letting Sandy and Kiara in. They wanted to meet my mom before they headed back. Funny how five minutes after refusing to come with them, I had changed my mind and agreed to it.I wanted to spend more time with Sandy and school break was around the corner, so maybe I could leave then, and come back on resumption.“This is my first time being in your house in Pennsylvania. We mostly met up at your apartment next to school or you would come see me.” Sandy pointed out and I slowly bobbed my head.She's been talking nonstop about things we used to do and things we never did. I could see that she was making a lot of efforts to get me to remember, but even my mom couldn't make that happen.I guess I was the one slowly blocking my memories or something. I thought I would miraculously remember once I met Sandy, but even Sandy seemed strange to me at some point, while another, she was familiar.“My mom should be home shortly. Do you need anything while you wait?” I
~HAILEY~ Sandy's eyes teared up the moment I called out her name and she immediately rushed towards me, engulfing me in a tight hug. “Hailey! My God it's you!” She cried out and I found myself crying as well. I could feel her love for me radiating through her every being. Just like my mom, I didn't have to remember her to know that she was truly an important part of my life. She was my best friend, and I'm certain she was also like a sister to me. “I have missed you so much!” She pulled out of the hug, her gaze scrutinizing me from top to bottom. I suddenly felt a light smack on my shoulder and turned to the side to see the blue eyed lady glaring daggers at me. “How could you?! How could you ghost us like that?! How could you abandon Sandy like that?! Did your friendship mean so little to you?! Did we mean so little to you?!” She kept on ranting and I felt a bit overwhelmed with confusion. “You vanished without a warning. Did you know how worried we all were?” She asked but I
~HAILEY~ What the hell was I thinking?! What in the world made me think I could juggle working and studying at the same time?! I swear I would faint if I got there one more time. I barely had time to do anything, and to think I've only been there for a week! “Hailey, come help me off load the new stocks.” Charity, my work colleague called out and I let out a heavy sigh. I couldn't remember the last time I had a goodnight's rest. My weekdays were taken by school and my weekends were taken by work! Even Sundays weren't any exception. “You can quit now before it's too late.” Danzel's words to me on my second day echoed in my mind. I hated that he was so certain I couldn't handle the work. I wanted to prove him wrong, but at this moment, I think I wouldn't mind raising my white flag. “Have you been sleeping well? You have visible eyebags.” Charity pointed out and I let out a frustrated groan as we restocked the shelves with the new products. Today was Saturday, and since I didn't
~HAILEY~ The moment my name left his lips, I felt my pent up anger melting away instantly. I mean who cares if he ghosted me, that smile was more than enough to make me forget it all. “Danny!” My happiness was short lived the moment a blonde haired lady ran up to him and engulfed him in a tight hug. “We missed you at the party. I'm hosting another this weekend though. Do you think you can make it?” She asked but all the while, Danzel's gaze was fixated on me, and I found myself not being able to look away. At first I wanted to murder the blondy with my gaze but seeing how Danzel didn't even reciprocate her hug, it reassured me that she wasn't his girlfriend. “I didn't know you attended Bucknell. What a coincidence.” Danzel said to me, his expression blank but his gaze still held mine. I eventually gave up and looked away. Something about the way he stared at me always made me feel weak in the knees. “I didn't know you were an engineering student as well. I guess you're multi ta
~HAILEY~ “There you go. All done.” The nurse at the clinic said as she finished wrapping the bandage under my feet. “How long will I stay like this?” I frowned as I stared at my legs. Just when I was finally getting back on my feet, now I will be forced to go back to wheelchair until it's all healed up. “I would say about two weeks. Thankfully the cut wasn't so deep so it shouldn't take too long to heal up.” The nurse responded with a smile and I let out a sigh. “What were you thinking, Hailey? Why would you step on broken glass pieces like that?” Mom scolded. I lowered my gaze. I had no idea what happened. The only thing on my mind was the memory flash I had. Why was I on that bus? Why did only I survive out of everyone on that bus? While I was being wheeled to the clinic, I had done a little digging from the phone on the accident. That's how I found out about everything. Everyone else in that bus had died. “Hailey, are you listening?” Mom's voice pulled me out of my though