Tallulah's POV Mr Winston's jovial expression consorted to a look of disappointment as he listened to Kathie's whisper.He sighed and nodded.“Alright Kathie. Thank you for bringing this to my notice. We'll talk about it before dessert.”My heart sank when I realized my suspicions were correct. “So… let's eat.” He announced.With that, my mom straightened up, reaching for the covered meal at the center of the table. The pleasant aroma filled the air when she lifted the stainless steel cover of the round platter, revealing the big brown turkey we had grilled. But I was starting to lose my appetite. I noticed how much my hands were shaking as I grabbed a cutlery, moving my empty plate forward like everyone else. My gaze shifted to Kathie who was now staring at me with a smile. Then she nodded slightly. ‘Oh my goodness, Kathie. What did you do?’••••••••••The air was filled with clinks, clanks and gulps which lasted for the past ten minutes. I, on the other hand, found myself play
Tallulah's POV “Mom, calm down. You need to listen to me.”“No Lula, you need to listen.” She countered. “That man over there is a well respected manager of several companies. He has thousands of workers who dare not to look him in the eye, and most importantly, he promised to get you a good paying job.” She spat, trying her best to keep a low tone.“How do you think he's going to feel if you keep nodding that head of yours to everything he says instead of using your voice?”I was tempted to sigh in relief when I realized she was referring to Mr Winston. But the rage in her voice made me wish our conversation was about Marcus dick.“I mean, he let you live under his roof and provided you with everything you need. The least you can do is say thank you. Didn't I teach you to always show appreciation? Or are you just acting this way to punish me?” She sighed.“Look, Lula. You might not like my fiance, but at least have some compassion for me and pretend you do, because I love him Tall
Marcus' POVI stormed out of the kitchen, infuriated by the guts on that little bitch. She was in a way admitting that she was after my father's wealth, and worse, she felt like she deserved it. Instead of returning to the dining room for dessert, I strode towards the staircase, heading for my room.“Marcus!!” I halted in my strides when I heard my father's voice.“Where are you going?” He asked.“To my room.” I replied, still walking towards the stairs. “I don't think I have any space for dessert.” “You can't go up yet. We're not done here. As I said, there's something we need to discuss.”I paused, and began walking towards the dining room where both my Dad and Lilian sat. My fingers gripped my seat as I stared at my father whose face was now downcast with a frown worn on his slightly wrinkled face.“Dad, is everything alright?” I asked, taking my seat.His piercing gaze shot at me and he snickered, shaking his head.“You tell me, Marcus. Is everything alright?”I lowered my eye
Tallulah's POVI have to admit it, when I came out here to say those things about Marcus, I thought I was going to surprise him, but I found myself in shock when he admitted to everything without even denying the false ones. It was as if he was purposely testing the limits of his father's self control which was now past its breaking point.I watched as Mr Winston rose to his feet to contend with the temper burning inside him.“How dare you?” He screamed. His eyes fell to the table, scanning it like he was searching for an object to throw at Marcus, who remained in his seat without flinching or showing any sign of remorse in his expression. I was startled by his father's outburst, but I managed to speak,“Mr Winston, I'll be leaving very early tomorrow. I don't think I can't stay here anymore.” I announced.His raging eyes dimmed when they fell to where I sat. I felt my mom's hand grab my mine.She voiced, “Of course not, Lula, you can't leave. This is your home now.” I shook my hea
Marcus' POVThe sight of the porcelain tiles faded into a blur as I strode into my room, shutting the door behind me. I took another full spoon of the cold ice cream, feeling the sweetness as it melted down my tongue. Somehow, it was starting to taste like vinegar.So this is how it's going to end. I'm about to lose everything I've spent my life trying to get just because of a total stranger. My father said he'd even throw me out of the house so she can stay. That would be a disaster. I'd be freely giving them the alone time they wanted so they could steal from him.I released the spoon I was clenching, letting it clatter against the floor. Then my fingers gripped the bowl of ice cream, and with one swing, I tossed the bowl across the room. It shattered when it hit the floor, sputtering ice cream all over the tiles. “I won't let them.” I yelled, tightening my fist.I paced back and forth, running both hands through my hair to contend with the temper boiling inside me. All I could thi
Kathie's POV_8 years ago_"Mom, are we throwing Dad a welcome party?" I asked, diligently cleaning the dust off the speakers as she instructed.Marcus was busy moving the heavy boxes, and from the clinking sounds as their contents bumped against each other, I could tell they were full of bottles. Maybe Stepmom Catherine bought soda for the occasion.She hissed."For the last time, Kathie. I'm not your mom. As you can see I'm obviously not dead.”“Refer to me as Miss Catherine." She spat.My eyes fell from her tall figure to the wet cloth I was clenching, rubbing it against the speakers in circular motions.It had only been a year since my father married Miss Catherine Heather. She was nice to us at first, buying us gifts, chocolates, and candies. But ever since their wedding day, there were slight changes in the way she treated us.She would leave the house whenever my Dad was out for work, leaving us with nothing to eat. Most times my brother, Marcus, would order pizzas and even ba
Marcus POVA tall shadow crawled down the stairs, indicating the presence of someone behind me. I turned around to see Kathie leaning against the door post. “Hey!” She voiced.There was both a smile and a grimace held on her expression, and her eyes were filled with uncertainty, not knowing whether to come in or not.“Hey, Kathie.” I said, returning the smile.“Wanna sit?” I asked, motioning to the stairs.She nodded. I adjusted myself closer to the stair guide, giving her enough space beside me. “So…”“How did it go with Dad?” She asked.I shrugged.“Well, he's not that mad. He's only gonna disown me if I don't apologize to Lula, that's all.”She held up a pity face, and I could sense the guilt she was feeling when her gaze moved away from mine. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get you in trouble.”“Don't be. You did the right thing by protecting her.”Her hands lifted, rubbing against her arms to keep herself warm. Noticing how cold she was becoming, I reached across her back, hold
Tallulah’s POVFear, when at its peak, can have different end forms. It can result in shame, nervousness, sadness, or even rage. But the fear that crawled up my skin as he strode forward, holding up the rumpled blue shirt was one I couldn't understand.I was afraid of what he'd do after all the lies I fed his father. I was also afraid that something worse than my nakedness was exposed to his charming eyes. It was my feelings, knowing he was starting to realize that I might still love him.But most of all, I was afraid of myself. I was afraid that I might not be able to stop myself from letting his touches take control of my body with his lips colliding against mine. That's why I knew I needed to leave this house as soon as possible, before anything happens between us.“Stop.” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.He halted in his strides, with his eyes fixed on me.“I know what you're doing, Marcus. And I need you to stop.” His expression contorted into confusion, and he slightly
Marcus’ POVMy mind wandered about, trying to imagine why she wasn't taking her calls, considering the fact that it was already 9am and the carteen must have served her dinner an hour ago which would have given her enough time to be in her room at this hour. I dialed the number over and over again, but it was still the same result. The series of dial tone beeps on and on until the call was cut. The only two reasons I could think of was either she was asleep or she just didn't want to talk to me. But both reasons seemed strange due to the fact that I knew Tallulah never slept early nor would she want to avoid speaking to me. We hadn't gotten into any dispute lately, and most importantly, the last time we parted after she strode into her dorm, her chins were flushed against her will with a warm smile across her lips. I could feel a smirk creeping across my lips as I thought of how perfect she looked as she walked away into the girl's dormitory with her box trailing behind her. Even t
Marcus' POVThe sight of the other students lifting their hands to answer questions, and the sound of their voice as they did so enthusiastically gave me irks. It reminded me of the first year of school when I had been like them, doing all I can to stay relevant and loved by the lecturers. After a while, I saw the real pictures and realized that it was all unnecessary since it only mattered if the exams and tests were passed properly.Most of the students in my department were men who were advanced in age, some even as old as my father. They must've come to take the course just like my father made me do because they needed the certificate for a job they wanted. The thought of how long I was going to have to deal with this unending circle of classes, tests, and exams annoyed me deeply. Not just a week or a month, six whole months which would probably rob me of my mind before I was halfway through it.I thought of just leaving and spending the rest of the session hanging out with some
Lililan's POVThe sight of the three siblings, Tallulah, Marcus and Kathie leaving the house in the sparkling Ferrari threw my mind into tides of thoughts as I wondered how their school would be like and how they would cope now that they would be away from home during the weekends. I wasn't that worried about Marcus since he had already been in school for four years, graduating with a perfect grade. My concern was about the girls, Kathie and Lula. Before I graduated highschool, I had met Tallulah's father and had the affair with him that changed my life forever. My dream of going to college to study a course which would help me do what I loved was destroyed with the sight of that strange but handsome fellow. When I found out I was pregnant and was far from the prevention stage, I kept the secret away from my grandmother who I loved since I had lost my parents when I was just ten years old. Life was already rough for us since she and my uncle struggled to pay the fees and afford my e
Kathie's POV The days blurred together in a whirlwind of lectures, assignments, and the steady rhythm of Bella's presence in our dorm room. Each evening brought a quiet routine: Bella engrossed in her coding projects, me buried in textbooks, both of us occasionally exchanging brief words or glances that seemed to convey more than what was spoken aloud.One particularly exhausting Friday afternoon, after a marathon of classes, I returned to our room feeling drained. Bella was already there, as usual, her focus intent on her laptop screen. I flopped down on my bed, staring up at the ceiling with a sigh."You look beat," Bella remarked, her voice breaking the silence. She glanced over at me with a mixture of concern and curiosity.I managed a weak smile. "Yeah, these lectures are really taking it out of me."Bella nodded sympathetically. "I get it. Want me to make some tea again? It might help you unwind."I hesitated for a moment, touched by her thoughtfulness. "Actually, that sounds p
83. Kathie's POVThe following days of lectures came in a rush, each day filled with two or more lectures which lasted two hours each. There was so much information to take in as the lectures did their best to make sure that everyone understood what they were teaching. I knew it wasn't this way in other colleges. I heard from my friends that their lectures don't even bother to come to classes most times, and when they did, they taught their courses to a class of over two hundred students, not caring if the students understood what they taught or not. I wouldn't blame them though, imagine having to make each of those hundreds of students understand each lecture. It would be exhausting. The only suffocating thing about this school was my new roommate, Bella Terrace. I wouldn't exactly use the word ‘suffocating’ due to the fact that it was a sweet kind of uneasiness I felt whenever she was present in the room. Most of the time, she was always on her PC, typing quickly in a manner that
Tallulah's POV One afternoon, as we sat under the shade of a large oak tree near the campus pond, Connor brought up his plans for the upcoming semester break. "I was thinking of visiting my family back home," he said, twirling a blade of grass between his fingers. "It's been a while since I've seen them, and I miss them.""That sounds nice," I replied, watching the sunlight filter through the leaves above us. "Do you go home often?"He shook his head, a wistful smile on his face. "Not as often as I'd like. My family lives a few hours away, so it's not always easy to make the trip."I nodded sympathetically, understanding the challenges of balancing university life with family obligations. "I hope you get to see them soon," I said sincerely. "Family time is important."Connor's expression softened. "What about you, Tallulah? Any plans for the break?"I shrugged, unsure of how to answer. "I haven't really thought about it. Maybe I'll visit my parents for a few days.""Sounds like a goo
Tallulah's POVI couldn't help but check my makeup over and over again on my phone's screen as I stood at the university's bustling cafeteria, nervously scanning the room for Connor. We had agreed to meet here for coffee, and despite my initial reservations, I was determined to approach this with an open mind. It wouldn't be fare to write him off just because of his looks which made him look like a dangerous gangster. The sight of him sitting across the room at he extreme end had taking large breaths as I prepared myself to meet him. Spotting him at a corner table, I made my way over, my heel slapping against thw tlles as i maintained the posture wuth a warmth on my face that resonated wjgh my burning chest.Connor looked up as I approached, his face breaking into a warm smile. "Hey, Tallulah! Glad you could make it," he greeted, gesturing for me to take a seat across from him."Hey, Connor," I replied, returning his smile as I settled into the chair. The aroma of freshly brewed coff
Tallulah's POV Connor’s invitation caught me off guard. I hesitated for a moment, unsure how to respond. He seemed sincere, but after everything with Marcus, I wasn’t sure diving into something new was a good idea. Yet, there was a curiosity tugging at me, urging me to step out of my comfort zone.“Um, sure,” I finally replied, trying to sound casual despite the flutter in my chest. “Coffee sounds nice. But as I said earlier, I'm not interested in seeing anyone right now, so I'll have to decline. I'm sorry.”The silence followed my rejection, my heart pacing firm each second that passed, not knowing what to expect from the latter.“That's alright. He voiced, breaking the silence. And as I said, I just want us to be friends, nothing intense. So we can still have coffee tomorrow to get to know each other.”“I'm sorry. I'll be occupied tomorrow.”“When will you be free?” He asked, almost immediately.It seemed like he wasn't willing to back down to the extent where he had begun to lie
Tallulah's POVThe calmness in the air was quite palatable, bringing me relief as I stared into his expression filled with remorse. I admired his bravery, not afraid to stand his ground regardless of who was against him, as long as protecting me was involved. After a few seconds of staring, he shrugged lightly, his eyes shooting at the car.“So, are you going to drive off, or not?” he asked, my brows rising in confusion.My fingers felt the keys in my palms, realizing that he had given me his car keys a moment ago. I was beginning to remember the conversation we were having about me taking his car while he walked to my dorm, and I had also remembered my firm resolve not to let him off easily.“Are you sure you want to hand the love of your life over to me?” I asked, earning a chuckle from his lips.He snickered. “Come on, Lula. We both know you're the love of my life. That car is just a substitute now that you're my step sister.”I found the joke awkward rather than funny, but I smile