Carla’s POV. The moment we stepped out of the hall, he abruptly let go of my hand. I was neither surprised nor hurt as all we did in there was just an act. We both entered the car and after giving the driver the directive on where to go, we zoomed off.“Drive us to the hospital. We need to pay granny a visit” he had instructed as he rested his back on the seat and put on his seatbelt. Throughout the journey to the hospital, no one spoke and the silence in the car felt heavy. The silence made me feel uncomfortable. So, I took a quick glance at Carlos, hoping to start a conversation with him but he was too engrossed in his thoughts to notice me, as he was staring outside the window, his face, a vast array of emotions. The glance, which was meant to be quick, lasted for quite a while as I took my time to observe his countenance and mood. Although he had successfully gotten his revenge on Catherine, he still looked sad. Anguish and hurt were written all over his face. As I looked
Carla’s POV It was him. Those eyes of his, which used to draw me in and make me drunk in love, had become what I hated to see. I glared disdainfully at him as he approached me. The anger I felt just from seeing his face made me explode. I wanted to punch him, to release all my anger on him, to tear him apart. The thought of Mia’s death only agitated me the more, and I clenched my fists in frustration. I was so consumed by rage that I had forgotten Granny was holding my hand—and that I was squeezing hers so hard that it hurt her. I only realized it when she placed her other hand on mine and gently caressed it, as if she felt my pain and was trying to relieve me of it. I looked at Granny, and she smiled at me before murmuring, 'You will be fine'. I stared blankly at her as I was surprised. It was barely an hour that we met, and she had made me feel at home. Her compassion towards me reminded me of my mum – the woman I had lost to the cold hands of death, when I was at a tender age
After Mr. Clinton had apologized over and over again, he saw us off to the parking lot. He didn’t leave the parking lot until he saw our car zoomed off. Throughout our ride home, nobody said a word. Silence filled the car. I was seated at the back with Granny beside me, while Carlos sat at the front seat with the driver.I knew Granny had a lot of questions on her mind to ask Carlos and I but surprisingly, she pretended as if nothing had happened some minutes earlier and was on her phone all through our ride home. Same as Carlos. Realizing that I was the only being who was not occupied, I brought out my phone from my bag only to see several missed calls and text messages from my best friend, Amelia.“What the heck? I heard you got married to your sister’s fiancée. That can’t be true, right? Get in touch with me as soon as possible”, these were some of her messages.I knew exactly why she had called. She must have heard the news. I didn’t inform her of my arranged marriage with Carlos
Carla’s POV. I was expecting to see only Granny and Carlos seated at the dining table, but I was shocked to see those whom Carlos had warned me to beware of, seated with them. Aunt Stephanie, Aurora (her daughter” and Uncle Chris (her husband), were seated on the dining, digging into their food. “What the hell is going on here? What are they doing here?” I silently thought in agony, as I stood at the entrance of the dining room, with my hand on my forehead. Carlos had told me a lot about the trio and I wasn’t mentally and emotionally okay at that moment, to deal with their dragging, because I knew they were going to. With the way I had thrown shade at Aunt Stephanie at the wedding hall earlier, I knew she would definitely come for me, not only her, but also her grown up daughter and her husband, as Carlos had told me they were birds of the same feather. While amid my thoughts, Granny, who had caught a glimpse of me, called out to me and requested I joined them. “Carla darling,
Carla’s POV. As a child, I only knew my mother as my only family. It was not until I was 12 years of age, I got to know I had an aunt. My mother never spoke about my father and although she tried her best to never make me feel his absence, I still did whenever I saw my friends with their fathers. I tried several times to make her tell me about him, but she always waved off the topic, pretending as if I never mentioned it. But there came a day, the day I couldn’t take it anymore. The day I also made up my mind to never ask about him again. That day, I had gotten into a fight with a classmate of mine, who shamed me for not having a father and called me a bastard. I was so pained and hurt that as soon as I got home that day, I stormed into my mother’s room angrily. “Darling, you are back already. How was school today?” she said as soon as she saw me, with a smile curled up on her lips. Normally, I would have rushed to her and squeezed my tiny self into her arms but that day, I s
“Mom” I called as silence filled the room, with my eyes fixed on my mum, whose gaze was avoiding mine. I slowly walked up to her and when I eventually closed the gap between us, I held her arms and made her face me. “What did you just say? Abandoned us?” I queried, searching her eyes for answers but I didn’t find any. Instead, I found fear and reluctance. She hastily averted my gaze and began to look everywhere except my face, as if she was trying to run away from the hidden truth.I already had an hint as to what was going on but I didn’t want to believe it. “Abandoned us? The man I have been longing to meet wouldn’t have abandoned us, would he?” I had thought, as I continued observing my mum’s body movements and the fear of my thought being true, gripped me. “Mum, talk to me!!” I screamed, losing my patience, which made her flinch. I tightened my grip around her arms, with me shaking her, as if trying to get her attention to give me the answers I wanted. “I …… I “ mum stutter
Carla's POVWe were seated in the living room that day, having a family time when her phone rang. It was a call from her office, specifically from her secretary.She excused herself and proceeded to pick the call, in which I, Dad and Catherine continued with our chattering, leaving her to attend to the caller. We were still amid our discussion about the success of the Fashion Show which mum had held the day before, only to be interrupted by her loud scream."What?" she had yelled, her face turned pale, and her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as if she was trying to process whatsoever news her secretary had passed across."Darling, is anything the problem?" Dad asked, hurrying to where she stood, still on the call with her secretary. Catherine and I looked at each other, with confusion written on our faces, wondering what was going on."I will be on my way to the office now. Prepare an urgent meeting and call the Legal Team in" Mum instructed Iris, her secretary, as she hung up on her."
Omniscient POV.That morning, their parents were supposed to meet with an investor who had given positive feedback. After having breakfast as a family, the two sisters were dropped off at school by their parents. The siblings wished their parents best of luck with their meeting.Before zooming off and bidding them goodbye, their parents promised them to be back home early and celebrate with them if the meeting with the investor was a success."We will see you at home. We promise to come back early" their Mum had said as she beamed with joy. Right in front of them, their parents' car zoomed off, but what they didn't know was that the next time they would see their parents, they wouldn't be alive.The siblings entered their school premises and resumed to their various classes. Few hours into their school activities, something happened.‘Have you seen the news?" Amelia asked eagerly."What news?" Beatrice asked, confused." I just saw the news that Carla’s parents got involved in a car ac
Carla’s POV.The warmth of his palm against my skin made me stir from sleep, jolting me half awake. For a moment, I lingered between dream and reality with my eyes closed, as I savored the contact of his skin with mine.I opened my eyes slowly, only to be struck by the sun rays, which was forcing its way through the window. There he was, seated beside me on the bed. A warm smile crept up his lips with an hint of guilt or should I say confusion, hitched on his face.“Morning” his sweet and familiar voice said, as his fingers brushed through my cheek, making me feel at home.“Morning” I whispered back, trying to sit up. I didn’t smile at him as I was angry he stood me up last night. I averted my gaze from his, fixing my eyes on the rising sun which I could see outside the window.He seemed to have noticed my annoyance and so he said: “I am sorry”.“Babe, I apologize for keeping you waiting all through the night. I know you are angry right now. There’s nothing I can say to defend my act,
Carla’s POVBy 6pm, everything was all set. Granny suggested that the dinner should be held in our room since she wanted it to be devoid of any interruption and it needed to be private.In our room, which was wide and big enough to accommodate anything, a mini dining table was placed. On the dining table laid a crisp white tablecloth and a flower vase of fresh roses.Alongside those were different menus like appetizer, main course and dessert placed on the table. Purple candles were also lit, casting an adorable glow.A small gift box, decorated with ribbon, in which in it enclosed a baby shoe and a small paper, inscribed on it ‘We are expecting a mini you!!’ was placed in between the roses.Inside one of the plates covered on the table was written with chocolate sauce, ‘We are having a baby’. A diffuser, which erupted from it Lavender smell, was placed in the room, to quench the strong aroma of the home-cooked meals.Granny really outdid herself and I couldn’t be anything but gratefu
Carla's POV. Three Months Later. "Mrs. Williams, congratulations. You are two months gone. You are going to become a mother!!" Doctor Clark announced, with amazement in his voice. "What? I am pregnant?" I asked in shock with my eyes widened, as his words began to sink in. "Yes, you are" he reaffirmed, beaming with joy. I didn't know how to react to the news. I was happy no doubt. I was glad that another Mia was on its way - that I would become a mother again, but I feared what Carlos' reaction would be upon hearing the news. The past three months with him after we both made our feelings known to each other had been nothing but blessing ....... the best days of my life. He was a perfect man - the man I had ever prayed for. The way he looked at me, touched me and fought for me whenever Aunt Stephanie and her family tried to taunt me, said it all - that he was madly in love with me. “He might be in love with me but what if he isn’t ready to become a father? What if this new
Carla's POV.That night, after having a whole long ride of satisfying pleasure, I slept off beside him on the hospital bed, feeling weak and exhausted."Oh My Goodness!!!" the screaming of someone and the loud thud of something hitting the floor, jolted me awake. I swiftly rose from bed due to fear of what was going on, only to be met with Granny's preying eyes, locked with mine ........ ours, as Carlos had also woken up.Her handbag, which she had dropped out of shock, was sitting preetily beside her. Her mouth was wide agape, as if she had seen the unexpected. At first,I didn't realize why she was so shocked but when I figured out I was barely naked, with only my pant and bra on, same as Carlos, with only his boxer on, I jumped out of bed, hurriedly putting my dress on and buried my face in shame.While I was shy and was unable to look at Granny's perplexed gaze, Carlos didn't feel bothered. He just sat on the bed in his naked state, supporting his head with his hand and waved the
Carla’s POV.I was pacing up and down in front of the operating room, my eyes soaked with tears, feeling unsettled and terrified.“No, No, he can’t die. He must survive. God please, let him live” I prayed as I silently cried, scared that I would lose him.I wasn’t my normal self. I was anxious and feeling guilty for being the cause of the state he was in.“If I hadn’t cry, he wouldn’t have taken his eyes off the road. If he hadn’t taken the hit for me, he wouldn’t be in such a life threatening situation. Why am I so unlucky? Why do I always lose the people I love? Just why?” I silently questioned myself as I bit my trembling fingers, fidgeting.I remembered his last words, those words he had said to me with affection in his eyes, despite the pain he was feeling at that moment.I was terrified, terrified of losing the man that I had begun to fall in love with, the man that gave me the reason to live again. I was scared I wouldn’t have the chance to tell him I felt the same way towards
Carla’s POV. Months flew by and as it did, Uncle Chris’ betrayal began to fade away. His wife found a space in her heart to forgive him and came back home to reunite with her family. I on the other end, began to get the old version of me back. The jovial and lively me before tragedy struck. I was more focused on my studies than the revenge I wanted as Carlos had said, the best revenge is making sure your enemies do not meet you where they had left you. I began to forget about those that had hurt me, working on a better version of me. It was quite easy with Amelia and Carlos by my side. They both made me feel loved and made me have the desire to live once again. As I spent months living as Carlos’ wife, I began to know Carlos the more. Under his cold demeanour, hid his humid and loving self. He was he most caring and nicest man I had ever known. He made me feel like we had been best of friends for years; that he was a family, a shoulder I could rest on whenever I was down. H
Everywhere fell silent and Aunt Stephanie's face looked blank, as if she was trying to make what she had heard sink into her brain. "What? What did you just say?" she finally asked, her lips trembling, as she slowly let go of her husband's hold on hers. She turned to face Carlos, looking keenly at him, as if daring him to repeat what he had said. "Since you do not understand what I said earlier, I will put it in simple terms. Your husband here," Carlos said as he pointed towards Uncle Chris "cheated on you and as a result, has an illegitimate son out of wedlock. That makes you have a son you have always been clamouring on having. Isn't that a good news?" Carlos voice, which was that of mockery said, with a smirk on his face. "You must be joking. What he said right now was a joke, right?" Aunt Stephanie asked facing her husband, with a smile that was a mix of fear and anxiety on her lips. She wanted her husband to say something, to tell her what Carlos had said was a lie but Unc
Carla's POV. I shut my eyes, waiting for the attack to come but it never came. Everywhere was dead silent, except for gasps coming from the maids. I slowly opened my eyes, wanting to know why everything had abruptly stopped, only to be met with blood, dripping out of Carlos' palm. Terrified by the sight, I screeched, my eyes wide opened as I took some steps back and nearly hit my back on the staircase rail. It happened that Carlos had blocked the knife with his palm, preventing it from striking my chest, which Catherine had aimed for. Catherine was standing stunned, shocked by the outcome of her action. The knife unconsciously slipped off her trembling hands. I was too shocked to speak, unable to make a sound as death had just flashed across my eyes. My gaze was fixed on Carlos' bleeding hand, watching as every drop of blood collided with the cold tiles. Many thoughts began to run through my mind, one of which was how I would have lost my life if not for Carlos' intervention. "D
Carla’s POV. I woke up to the loud shrilling noise of the alarm clock. I was disgusted by the noise and couldn’t help but grumble. “What the fuck is that? What kind of family is this? Can’t I sleep in peace anymore?” I grumbled as I slowly rose from bed, forgetting that I was not the only one in the room. I stretched my body as I yawned, running my hands through my hair. I was in a world of my world, not until I heard a cough from behind me; a cough that was meant to get my attention. At that moment, I knew I had fucked up. “What the hell? Did I just abuse his family in his presence?” I silently thought, as I covered my face in shame. “When you are done abusing my face, would you mind facing me? We have an unfinished discussion, don’t we?” his unstrained voice asked. With my eyes closed, I gradually turned to face him, scared of what awaited me. Opening my eyes, I got swept off my feet by what I saw right in front of me. There was a charming prince seated opposite me on