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TINA Ever since that day Liam left the house to go find Lucas, I never felt comfortable. I was worried and uneasy. It was so bad that I couldn't even eat. Leah and Riley tried their best to help me calm down but I couldn't, I was just too worried. Each day I cling to Blake crying my eyes out. “Liam is a strong guy, he will definitely come back,” Leah sang these words like a song to me every passing day. Just yesterday, I was seated in the living room watching the door and waiting for the moment Liam would show up when the door was pushed open and Ethan walked in, alone. Seeing him walking towards me alone while he left here with many others filled my heart with uneasiness. “Where are the others?” I had asked. He sat me down and explained everything that transpired while they were out. “And Liam, where is he?” I asked, gazing at the door. “He decided to stay in the hospital with Lucas, he survived the hit.” I didn't know how to feel, It was all too much to take in and process.
TINA It's been over six months since Lucas’ demise, six long months since everything died down. Lucas had been buried a day after he died. Liam was gloomy for a few days after his passing, which I didn't mind. At this moment, everything had gone back to the way it used to be before all the unfortunate incidents. Only a few things had changed, I was no longer the single spoilt princess of the Mills family, I was a wife and a mother now. “Mama,” Blake’s tiny voice resonated next to me validating what I had just said. “Blakey,” I smiled, pinching his nose. I picked him up from the floor and twirled him around. “Mama!” He giggled loudly. My little boy is now a year and a few months old. He has even started walking and spends half of his day going in and out of every corner of the house, he literally knows the entire house like his palms. “Where have you been Blakey?” I asked, settling down on the bed and placing him on my thigh. “I shall go down with Liar,” he giggled. “You mean yo
TINA You might say I made the wrong decision, you might say I needed a break from everyone, but I, Tina Mills say I don't. Yes, everyone close to me has hurt me in one way or the other, but getting hurt is one of the things that makes us stronger. I was finally at peace with everyone and held no grudge whatsoever against anyone, my past hurtful memories were forgotten and I no longer had a place to dwell. Oh, I almost forgot to mention. Liam and I were now officially married! Our wedding was tagged as the most expensive wedding in the history of Sydney! We moved into our new house, a house Liam and I jointly built to raise our family in. “Mama!” Blake’s piercing voice echoed, separating me from my straying thoughts. “What's up little man,” I bumped fists with him. “Grandma is calling you,” he pointed in the direction of the kitchen. My entire family and I were on vacation. Dad, Liam, Victor and Ryan were playing video games in the living room, mum, Tiffany and Aunt Hailey were i
ROSALINE’S POV“You are a heartless bitch. You should have just died along with your miserable mother. Why are you still living and tormenting my son? Just die, you whore,” my stepmom spat venom. Initially, I thought of brushing it off and heading to work, but the mention of my late mother as ‘miserable’ struck a nerve. I could put up with being called a bitch, a whore, or whatever, but insulting my late mother is something I can never accept.“Listen carefully because this will be the last time I say this to you,” I declared, turning around with a menacing look. “The next time you call my mom miserable, I’ll make sure you and that useless son of yours are kicked out of this house. I’ll see to it that you leave empty-handed.” Grabbing my handbag, I made my way to the door, but the crazy woman grabbed my arm and yanked me back. In an instant, I spun around, eyes ablaze with anger.“How dare you touch me?” I demanded, yanking my arm free from her grasp. In an instant, she crumpled to the
ROSALINE’S POVAce Robinson’s name was boldly written there, accompanied by his unmistakable signature. I blinked in disbelief. When did this happen? How on earth could Dad appoint Ace as the CEO of Mum’s company? It might not be a corporate giant, but it held sentimental value for me. Now, that idiot had turned it into collateral for a loan, and I could bet he’d taken a gamble with it, too.Summoning whatever composure I had left, I approached the man in charge, “Sir, can’t we resolve this peacefully?” My voice, usually assertive, came out quieter, almost unrecognizable to my ears.“If you do not have my money, there is nothing to resolve,” he replied, gesturing to his henchmen to manhandle me out.“Three days!” I blurted out desperately before their hands could reach me. “I will send you the money in three days, please,” I pleaded, hoping against hope that he’d buy into my last-ditch promise.He scrutinized me for what felt like an eternity, weighing the gamble of trusting my words.
FREDERICK’S POV“How does this look?” my fiancée asked, twirling around for me to get a good look at the wedding dress she was considering.“It looks nice, but try this one,” I suggested, handing her an off-shoulder white gown with cute flowery designs. “It will look perfect on you,” I added, smiling. She took it from me and disappeared into the dressing room.We were trying out wedding dresses. My fiancée insisted on buying her dress just two days before the wedding for reasons best known to her.“You look breathtaking,” I gushed as she emerged from the dressing room.“Yeah, I think so too. Let’s buy this one,” she said, sounding somewhat nonchalant. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, or was I overthinking things? She headed back to the dressing room and reappeared with her original dress.“I need to use the restroom,” she declared, clutching her ringing phone and rushing off without waiting for my response.I sank into a seat behind me. Zara was acting strangely, bu
WEDDING DAYROSALINE’S POVI sat in front of the dressing mirror, lost in thought. The hair stylist was busy doing her magic on my hair, but that was the least of my concerns. In a few hours, I’d be married to a man old enough to be my dad. The memory of our conversation replayed in my mind like an unwelcome script.“I will marry you,” I said, even though the words felt heavy.“That settles it then. You have two days to clear your debt, right?” he asked.I was baffled. How much did he know about me? Was he keeping tabs on me?“Yes,” I reluctantly confirmed.“Then, our wedding will be in two days. I will settle the debt after the wedding,” he declared.I kept silent. I didn’t know what to say; everything was happening so fast. I felt like I was having a nightmare, but this whole occurrence was too real to be a dream.I’m Alex Wright, by the way...Let’s go get your wedding dress. I’ll take care of all the wedding expenses. All you have to do is show up at the venue and get married to me,
WEDDING VENUEROSALINE’S POVIt was an autumn beach wedding in the late afternoon on a sunny day. The beach faced a breathtaking sunset. Rose and Jasmine’s scented candles were lined up on each side of the beach, and a trail of sparkling white flowers graced the aisle. The set-up was nothing short of breathtaking. As I stood there in my carefully chosen gown, family members and a few unfamiliar faces beamed at me with happiness radiating from their faces. I mustered a smile in return, though it felt more like a forced grimace that left my lips aching.The wedding songs struck up their joyous tunes, and my father, the man responsible for this grand affair, approached me. He hugged me briefly, muttering, “I’m proud of you,” making me want to puke badly. Yeah, he is proud of me for paying for his son’s mistake. What sort of Father is happy when his daughter is getting married to someone as old as him? He linked our arms together, and we marched down the aisle to my supposed groom, who wa