Annabel's POVThe night was wary.I didn't sleep. I couldn't. My mind was a jungle of thoughts as I tried to place who exactly my mother really was.In my eyes, she was the perfect, caring and loving foster mother. So much that I didn't think of my real parents much. Each time I ask her why she adopted me and if she doesn't want a family of her own, she would tell me she was happy with just me.I remembered how she had insisted I follow her to the Davis' company. That day, it was news that his son, Scott Davis would be returning from overseas. Thousands of women gathered in front of the company but only I and my mother were selected to come in.I didn't think much of it then. I was introduced to Scott Davis and our love story began from there. Mrs King would insist on following me to the Davis' house just so she could see Michelle. Everything made sense to me now.Immediately the clock struck eight, I was in the bathroom and I was out in thirty minutes. My dressing and make up took an
Annabel's POV.Still convinced he could get the culprit, Myron ran outside the house. I hurried over to the door and picked up the paper note.I peeled it open and found my mother's obstetric report from years ago at the Crofwell Hospital. Twin females.Myron stepped in, breathing heavily. He looked at me and said,"I couldn't get to him. It seemed someone paid him to disguise as a servant and drop those notes."When I didn't say anything, he came over and took the sheet from me. His eyes scanned through and then silence.As if fathoming what I was thinking, he said, "It's not what you think, Annabel.""It is." I whispered quietly.He sighed."That woman had a relationship with Mr Crofwell and ended up pregnant for him.""Still, that doesn't mean you are related to him.""I am." I said to him, "Infact, I could be her real daughter!""Think about it, Myron. I have never seen a man in this woman's life. While growing up, there was no time I found her with a man. This picture is the firs
Annabel's POVDID YOU REALLY KNOW YOUR MOTHER?"Shit.." I cursed as my heart beat rapidly against my chest. I pulled the door open and stepped out in the hallway but there was no one there.I wasn't convinced. I was sure someone had slipped this note through my door. I looked further down the hallway but not a single soul was on it."Is there a problem?" "Oh God!" I nearly jumped out of my skin upon hearing a voice behind me. I exhaled and hissed slightly when it turned out to be Myron."What are you doing here?" I demanded, my voice trembling.He stared at my worried expression, "I was heading to my room. Why do you look all white? Did you see a ghost?"I stared at him and began to wonder if he had slipped that note through the door. However, it had the same inscriptions as the one that surfaced on the windscreen of my car.Myron wasn't there. Except, he was.I breathed. Maybe I'm overthinking things but then again, the same message appearing to me twice is not a simple coincidence
Annabel's POVI did not immediately go home after my encounter at Michelle's. I couldn't. Knowing what awaits me with the kind of man Myron is, the eagerness to return to the mansion ceased to exist.I simply hanged around restaurants and parks, watched families file in and out, their smiles reaching their ears.The kids at the park could not be any happier. It was the life I wanted for my kids but I seemed to have ruined everything by getting myself involved with Myron.The smile on my lips faded and was replaced by tears. I shouldn't have placed revenge first..I should have remained with Scott...or simply move away from the city and begin a happy life with my kids...I shouldn't have prioritized revenge over my happiness.I did not stop the tears from falling. It was that point I needed a friend...a supporter...a shoulder to cry on but I don't even have that. I have no friends, just enemies- many of them. Especially my mother. I wonder what she would say to me if she were here. She'd
It was the photo of Mr Crofwell and Mrs King, Annabel's foster mother in his arms.Surprise registered on the faces of George and Vivian. George was the first one to react. He hissed loudly and said,"So Crofwell has a secret, huh?" he chuckled, "The bastard...I knew he should have died.""How's this possible??" Vivian found it hard to believe, "Crofwell's wife isn't Michelle's mother??"Jaggers grinned, proud of himself."As Mrs King's lawyer, I found the woman to be really secretive. She lived life as a middle class woman, selfless, honest and amiable but behind the scenes she was actually a billionairess, selfish, and vile."He continued, "When she was alive, she made people think Annabel is her adopted daughter. However, Annabel is infact Crofwell's daughter."Vivian shifted uneasily in her chair.George commented, "Life's a bitch.""It all began the day I confessed my feelings to Mrs King," Jaggers continued, his mood now somber as he recollected the past, "She was a really beaut
Scott's POV Without another word, Annabel turned and walked into her car. I did not stop her even if I wanted to. I felt tired of trying to make her see things the way I see them. How much of a revenge does she crave for that she had to choose Myron over me, over a happy life with our kids? I turned around and walked back into the house. If Annabel does not come to terms with me, I might give up already. Perhaps it's high time I accept the fact that she could never be mine again. "Thank God you're here, Scott!" Michelle approached me the moment I stepped through the door, "I don't know what I would have done to make that sly woman leave me alone." I paused, enough for her to notice my mood. "Is something wrong, honey?" she asked, placing her hand on my shoulders. I exhaled, "I want the truth, Mich." She stiffened, "Don't tell me you believe Annabel's words?" "I-" "You said you're willing to give us a chance. Does that not include you trusting me?" she asked. "I don't trust y