Daisy-Belle perspective
I'm getting ready for school, recalling the conversation I had with my mom yesterday. Although I don't entirely agree with her advice, I understand her financial struggles. I put on ripped blue jeans, a white shirt, a brown duster jacket, and gray sneakers. After dressing, I check my appearance in the mirror and apply some makeup. I bid my mom farewell, head outside, and flag down a cab, fortunate to find one quickly. A short ride later, I arrive at the campus, pay the cab fare, and enter. Today, I plan to speak with my friend Pamela about my pregnancy and my decision.
Pamela is a supportive friend who doesn't pressure me to reveal things I'm not ready to discuss, unlike my mom. She knows I'll confide in her when I'm prepared. This is something Pamela has understood about me that my mom hasn't. I want to talk, and Pamela is the person I trust to share my fears with. She doesn't pick me up from home every day, and today is one of those days.
Before I know it, I'm standing in front of the lecture hall, lost in thought about my conversation with my mom and whether I truly want this. Someone grabs my hand before I step into the empty hall. It's Pamela, wearing a reassuring smile. I'm curious about the empty hall and start to ask her if there's been a change in the class venue.
"The class was canceled; I was about to call you when I saw you heading this way," she explains.
"Oh," I respond, relieved that there's no class today. I attend school mainly for my mom's sake.
Pamela questions why I didn't notice her when I arrived, and we continue walking.
"I was sitting on the car's hood, chatting on my phone," she clarifies.
"Oh, I didn't see you. I was lost in thought," I confess.
"Lost in thought? Are you sick? Is it the baby?" She inquires, stopping in her tracks, watching my face, and offering a comforting touch to my shoulder.
I wince and become emotional at her gesture, tears welling up in my eyes. She notices and takes my hand, leading me away. In silence, we walk for a while as I struggle to hold back the tears. Eventually, we reach a quiet garden, and she assists me in sitting down, joining me.
She remains silent, and I'm not expecting her to speak first; I'm accustomed to her silence when I'm like this. I know she's waiting for me to open up.
"Pam," I finally break down in tears. She hugs me tightly, rubbing my back for comfort and whispering reassuring words.
"I don't know what to do anymore, Pam," I begin to vent. She stays quiet, a signal for me to continue. I pull away from the hug, wipe my tears, and she offers me her handkerchief.
When my face is dry, I look up at her. She smiles at me, offering support and holding my hand.
"I don't know what to do, Pam," I begin, sniffing.
"About what?"
"The pregnancy," I confess. "I'm confused about my life. I shouldn't have gone to that party. I should have stayed home and cried. I didn't expect things to turn out this way," more tears trickle down my eyes.
"Shhhh," she soothes me and hugs me again. "No more tears and explanations."
I wipe my tears again, sniff, and turn away from her.
"Are you ready now?" She asks me, inquiring if I'm ready to talk about the pregnancy, considering my reluctance.
She's asking because she won't force me if I say no. But I do want to talk to her; she's my friend, and she deserves to know the decisions I made the previous night. I also want to hear her thoughts, even if they won't matter much because of my mom.
"Yes."
"What happened, and why are you crying?" She questions.
"I'm just fed up with everything," I reply.
"I know that, but something must have triggered it. Is it your mom or the baby?"
"No."
"Then what is it?"
"How do I cope with school?"
"That's not a problem," she assures.
I stare at her, puzzled. "How is that not a problem? I'll become a laughing stock, and when Cameron finds out, he'll be disappointed."
"Is this about Cameron or you?"
I look away guiltily. "Me."
"Cameron is in the past. Forget about him; he brought this upon you," she says firmly.
"I don't know what to do. I don't even know how to find the baby's father."
"You could consider an online course, you know?"
"Online course?" I nearly exclaim, shaking my head at Pam's suggestion. "You know I can't afford that, don't you?"
"I can talk to my dad..."
"No, thank you."
"Alright. So what do you intend to do?" She asks, her gaze intense.
I feel somewhat relieved to share my thoughts with her, even though I can't take the solution she's proposing. I know she's suggesting I ask her dad for help, but if my mom finds out, she'd be furious and call me a beggar. My mom is poor but proud.
I'm unsure if I should tell her about the decision my mom and I made. I feel ashamed of it and don't know how she'll react.
"Have you talked to your mom?" She asks, as if reading my mind. I nod. "What did she say?"
I fidget nervously with my hands. The words are hard to utter, but I need to say something.
"Belle?" She calls.
I close my eyes and muster the courage to speak. "I want to have an abortion."
Daisy-Belle's Perspective (POV):I'm relieved that the words are finally out, so I exhale deeply, realizing I had been holding my breath. To my surprise, Pam remains silent. I expected her to react with shock or question my decision, but she doesn't say anything.I gradually open my eyes and turn to look at her. She's just observing me, her face devoid of any expression. I can't discern her thoughts or whether she supports my choice. I lower my head, waiting for her response.Pamela has always been the more mature one between us, and I frequently seek her advice. She's like a second mother to me, and I love her dearly."You want to abort the baby?" She finally demands."Yes," I reply sharply."Why?" Her voice is soft.I shrug. "Mom and I talked last night, and we...""And she suggested you have an abortion?" I can hear the disbelief in her tone.Pamela knows me well, and she's aware I wouldn't have considered this without someone planting the idea in my head."No," I lie, trying to pr
Daisy-Belle's Perspective (POV):I watch as Tony walks away, my heart heavy with the disgust he showed me. I can't understand why I'm feeling this way about Tony, but his look has made me feel cheap and worthless."Belle," Pamela returns to my side. She places her hand on my shoulder, waiting for me to lift my head. She must think I'm crying, but I'm not. I want to cry, but no tears come. I'm tired of crying, tired of the problems that keep surfacing. I'm fed up with everything, and I feel like ending it all. One single mistake of mine has brought nothing but shame."Belle?" She calls again."Did you see the way he looked at me?" I ask, raising my head to question her."It doesn't matter," she shakes her head."What?" I exclaim. "It doesn't matter? He's going to tell everyone, he won't like me anymore," I nearly yell.She thinks for a moment before asking me, "Do you like him?"I realize my previous statement was wrong. I'm not even sure if I like Tony, but the idea of him not botheri
"Zayden John Alvarez?" My mom articulates his name after I revealed he's the one I had sex with.She'd snatched the magazine from me, examining his picture as if deciding if he's suitable to be called my baby's father. I know my mom, and I know she's scrutinizing him closely."Alvarez?" Pamela questions as she moves closer to us."He's your baby's father?" She asks upon seeing his picture. Beneath the main image is another photo of him with a girl sitting on his lap, kissing him. I'm avoiding looking at that particular picture. It's clear he's considered a womanizer.I nod gently to Pamela, feeling rather sorry for myself. I'm sure he's already forgotten the night we had together. I wouldn't be surprised if he regarded me as one of those cheap girls he plays around with.I glance at the photo again to see the girl's name, Mila Rodriguez. Is she just one of his flings, or could she be his real girlfriend? I wonder to myself."I can't believe Zayden is your baby's father," Pamela startl
Zayden's POVI know I am not supposed to be here but I also know I have to be here so my ego won't ruin what I have been building for years. I drive into my father's mansion. The concrete huge building full of tall glasses reminds me of many things. One of those things was the day my father stopped beating me and that day was the same day my mother lost her legs. I shut my eyes to let go of the hurt that comes with the memories.That day reminds me of the way I cried so hard and the pain in my mother's eyes that I can still see. The last time I saw my mother was three months ago. I hate coming here, I hate seeing her in pain.I am here because I want to get the award and I want to see my mother. I get out of the car and move towards the door. His domestic staff are all over, muttering their greetings to me. I answer none of the greetings as I walk in.The living room is empty and I wonder where everyone is. My eyes scan the entire place until it falls on a girl coming from a room."G
Zayden's POV"What?" I exclaim with a short laugh. Mother's wish for me to get married sound ridiculous to my ears. I don't see myself ever getting married. I hate being commitment to someone.I don't want to be like my father. I don't see myself getting dressed up to be wedded to some girl. I guess this is because I don't believe in people's thinking that marriage is a happily ever after thing.No, it isn't. It isn't for my parents and I feel it isn't for everyone. We all think it is because of the unrealistic dramas we watch on TVs or read in books. Marriage they say is not a bed of roses, but to me, marriage is a bed full of thorns for both partners. I can't get married. I have enough troubles already, getting married is like adding to the list of problems I am trying to tackle."You know I don't believe.....""Why don't you believe in love and marriage?" She interrupts me. The smile on her face is no longer there, it has been replaced with a worry-laced expression.I shrug. "I
Zayden's POVI walk up to my father's study upstairs after leaving my mother's room. When I get to the door, I hear laughter coming from inside. I knock on the door softly, pushing away the thoughts of the topic of marriage my mother had implanted in my head. I hear a loud "come in", before pushing the door open to enter. Father is sitting on his large mahogany desk filled with books and files and another man is sitting opposite him. They were talking and laughing before my knock interrupted them."Son", father beams and stands up to meet me. The man turns around in his chair to catch a glimpse of me. Father gets to my side and pats my shoulder in a friendly manner. I seethe and grit my teeth, stopping myself from punching him. His touch irritates me. I hate the fact that we look alike because I feel everyone will think we are the same. I am the younger version of my father, but I am more sympathetic than he is."You must be Zayden", the man moves to me, stretching his hand for a h
Evelyn's POVI walk elegantly into the company, wearing one of the dresses Pamela got for me during the shopping she did with my daughter, Belle the other day. I have been home since that day trying to figure out how to meet with the so-called youngest billionaire and womanizer. I have been thinking of what to say to him and how to convince him to do my bidding.I see no reason why I should allow my daughter to go on with the abortion, I only suggested it in the first place because I had a feeling that I would lose my job soon. I didn't want Belle to give birth to a baby despite our poverty-stricken situation.My boss was requesting an affair and I rejected the offer, he began to mistreat me at work, and that led to me losing my job. People say I am proud, yes I am, even though I don't have money. I know what is right from what is wrong and I don't take shits.Getting to know that the man Belle had sex with is a young handsome guy and a billionaire, I feel relieved and I want to use
Zayden's POVI am dumbfounded at the offer. What sort of ridiculous idea is this? I ask inwardly. How can she come here to tell me to marry her daughter, who does she think she is?Why is everyone picking up the topic of marriage to me these days? I watch her shout furiously. She is angry and it shows how sincere she is about everything she has said. I remember the girl. Yes, I do and I remember the sex with her. It was the sex that changed something in me and brought back my urges. I thought of her for the first week after the sex with her but after having sex with another woman from a different club, I forgot about her.I try to stay calm and handle the situation in a good way. I can decide to go for a DNA test after the baby is born to be sure the baby is mine and if it is, I will take responsibility, not because I want to but because I feel my mother will be glad about it. Maybe this will make her stop pressuring me about getting married. I left the mansion yesterday out of a
Belle's POV"Tessa Rodrigue has been sentenced to life imprisonment for the kidnap of the Billionaire's daughter, Lily Elizabeth Alvarez", the reporter states, and I heave a deep sigh. I feel a touch and I know instantly that it is Zayden."What are you thinking about?" He asks me after pecking my lips. He pulls me closer and puts off the television with the control. I am sitting in between his legs with his back on the headboard."Nothing", I whisper. I have just finished taking a bath and Zayden is also coming out of the bathroom. We have plans of going on a tour today. We are on a vacation to Paris and we are going to begin our tour today. We have been indoors for two days now, doing nothing other than playing games, cuddling in each other's arms, and having sex. Sex with Zayden is amazing and I love every moment of it. I love my life now and I am hoping it will last forever."Are you sure?" He bites my earlobe softly, with his hands on my chest. "Zayden?" I take his hands off an
Zayden's POVMy family is complete now and my joy knows no bounds. It is as if the kidnap never happened. Sometimes, I feel like spending the whole day watching Lily play, sleep or giggle, but I can't do that all day. I realize Lily only has my eyes but she has a striking resemblance with her mother.Belle and I had gone out this morning to visit Tony and I wanted Lily and her nanny to come with us but Belle protested. Tony was surprised to see us but he invited us in anyway. I have no idea why I followed Belle until I got there. Tony was truly hurt and I realized a man like that can do anything.I apologized to him for my behavior the other day and explained things to Tony. I didn't want him to see Belle as a bad woman so I told him I was the one who gave her the right to date other men while we were married. It was after she began to go out with him that it dawned on me that I might lose Belle to him and I didn't want it because I loved her and I had refused to admit it to myself
Tessa's POV"Where the hell have you been?" my father burst into my room, startling me. I am sitting on the stool writing something down in my diary. I quickly close it and stand to face him."I've been indoors", I tell him."You've been indoors? I came here this morning but you were nowhere to be found." I am silent. I don't know what other excuse to give. It is apparent he won't believe me, I have been caught red-handed.He strolls close to me and slaps my face. "You shameless girl!" my mother burst in immediately with a gasp. She must have been outside, scared of coming in to intervene but my father's slap prompted her to come in.My cheeks hurt and I close my eyes to shut the pain. "Who is responsible for the bastard you are carrying?" he thunders. My head is bent and I can't even look up at him in the face to see the disappointment. I have never felt this much regret before, no matter how bad my actions are but I regret this one. I regret wanting to become pregnant for Zayden,
Zayden's POV"I'm going with you, Zayden", Belle pulls my hand as Tristan and I get to the pavement. She kneels, begging me."No, Belle. You need to stay here and wait for us to be back", I peck her forehead."No, I want to go with you to see my baby", she begins to cry again and I sigh. "I don't want them to kill my baby.""Belle.........""I want to come with you so I can beg them to let my baby go. Please, Zayden", she sobs.I turn to face Tristan and he shakes his head."I promise we will be back soon", I kiss her lips and release her hand from mine before walking towards the car with Tristan, ignoring her cries. Natalie comes out immediately and helps her back inside with the help of Jodie."The presence of Tessa at your accident spot will ease everything, she is a suspect" Tristan informs me as we enter the car. Tristan is of the opinion that we take all the people I know can do such a thing as a suspect and not just one person. I feel Damien is capable and responsible and his
Zayden's POV"My baby!", Belle shouts as I enter the house. She runs out of the car before I can even park the car well in the driveway.I run after her and barge into the house. I just hope she won't hurt herself. I wonder where Tristan was when it happened.Who could it be? Is it Damien?I know Damien isn't the only enemy I have. He isn't the only person I am holding grudges against. Apart from Damien, Tessa is there also and my father. I remember Tony and I wonder if he is capable of doing this to get back at Belle for deceiving him.By the time I enter, Belle is already on the floor in the living room. We shouldn't have spent a week at my villa, we planned to spend just three days, if we had come back on time, maybe this wouldn't have happened."How did it happen, Natalie?" I ask her with my hands on my waist."I heard gunshots in the early hours of this morning and came out to check if all the doors are closed when I saw two men dragging Tania out with the baby. They had her mout
Tessa's POVI don't know how I got here and what happened. I groan and sit upright to find myself in a hospital bed. My mother is right beside me, dozing off. What the hell happened? I look around.Was I able to achieve my aim? The last thing I can remember is that I was on my way to Zayden's mansion. What happened afterward? Why am I here?My mother opens her eyes and smiles weakly before holding my hand."What happened? Why am I here?" I ask her? I can't be trapped here, I need to go and do what I intend to do before it's too late. I need to go there before Damien. "You lost consciousness all of a sudden", she informed me."Lost consciousness?" I furrow my brows. "How?" I only remember I was driving.She looks away with a sad expression and I become curious to know what is happening."What happened?""Tell me who is responsible", she uttered softly, holding my hand more firmly. "Your father is mad at you.""Responsible?" I ask, putting my feet down. I want to be out of here.She d
Zayden's POVThis is all my fault, I pushed her into the arms of another man. I rejected what she was offering me, her heart and she went in search of someone who would take it gladly. I didn't realize the kind of pure heart Belle has until now, I didn't realize the kind of woman she is until now.Despite her broken heart, she kept pushing to gain entrance into my heart but I kept shoving her back, making her feel rejected and unwanted. This is all my fault but I don't know if I can survive losing her. She is the reason I survived this accident in the first place. I remember the man that pushed me, he kept telling me to go back to Belle.I know I am a bad person, if only I am good, I would have told Belle to go back to Tony and accept his proposal so they can be happy together but I am not good. I am selfish and I want to be selfish till the end, I can't let her go.I pull her to me in an embrace. "It's ok. Everything is ok and fine.""He broke up with me already, we are done", she s
Belle's POV"Home sweet home", I heave a sigh of relief as I help Zayden out of the car. The front door bursts open, Tania, Natalie, and the rest of the maids come out to welcome him. They bring out his belongings from the trunk of the car as we enter.Pamela, Richard, my mother, and Zayden's mother were at the hospital before he was discharged this afternoon. Zayden wouldn't allow his father in and the man left dejectedly. I pitied him.We began to pack after he left so we could leave the hospital. By the time we were done, it was already 7 pm. Zayden's mother gave me a sweet hug and my face broke into a smile."Thank you", she whispered into my ears. That gesture alone lifted the veil of guilt I have been wearing ever since the night of the accident and I began to feel proud of myself. I don't need anyone to tell me about Zayden anymore, I believe I know him enough now and whatever is left, I am going to figure it out on my own.We have been acting like normal couples. He said he r
Zayden's POV"Go back!" The voice thunders at me for the umpteenth time but I am adamant. I want to follow him to find my way back home. Why is he sending me away?He turns abruptly to see me following him. His white face suddenly becomes red and I know he is angry.I am doom."I said go back!" He shouts again.I shiver and look back. The place looks empty, there is nothing for me there but ahead of us are grasses full of life."No!" I say stubbornly, despite my apprehensions.He scowls at me, with his chest heaving up and down. He takes a step back and charges at me. "I said go back!" He screams pushing me down the hill with all his strength."No!" I scream. There is a sudden silence. My eyes are closed, my limbs are cold, my feet are stiff and my lips are tightly closed together. Where am I?Then I hear words that sound like whispers. I strain my ears to hear more and I hear them."Who is it?""It's Damien", another voice answers.Who are these people? Who is Damien? Where am I?