"Congratulations, your wife is pregnant," Marcus announced."What!" Frederick asked in shock. "She is preg..what?" He asked in disbelief."I said your wife is pregnant. You should be happy and over the moon right now. Why do you look like you just saw a ghost?" Marcus asked."Are you really sure of what you just said? Are you sure that the test result you got is my wife's? Frederick asked, still finding it hard to believe that Rosaline was pregnant. How did that happen? He wondered."You sound like you don't want your wife to get pregnant?" Marcus started his observation.Frederick sighed."Relax, Fred. I was just pulling your legs. She is not pregnant. She's just stressed and a bit malnourished," Marcus explained.Frederick glared at him."Do not make such joke again," Frederick warned seriously."Sorry about that. But why don't you want to have a child?" Marcus asked curiously."You won't understand, Marc. With all that is happening in our lives right now, I do not think bringing a
"Gosh… I almost went crazy," Frederick said. He held Rosaline tightly as if she would disappear if he let go."Baby, You almost scared me to death. What were you doing there?" He asked.Rosaline sighed. She pushed herself out of his grip, took his hands, and looked up at him."Fred, I know you are honestly worried about my health. But don't you think you're overdoing it?" Rosaline asked."What do you mean?" Frederick asked, genuinely confused."Don't take this the wrong way, Fred," She said.At this point, Frederick's head was spinning, as he thought of what Rosaline was saying. Right now, her entire words didn't make any sense to him. So, he listened with maximum attention."While you were searching for me, I was hiding from you," Rosaline stated."What? Why?" "Fred, you didn't give me any breathing space. I understand that you were concerned about my health, but it was just too much. Feeling my temperature and asking how I was feeling every minute. It was too exhausting. So I had t
NEXT MORNING Rosaline woke up beside Frederick. Like always, she lay still on the bed watching him sleep. She watched his chest heave up and down with a fond smile on her face. She stretched her hand to touch his face when she suddenly recalled yesterday's events. "You are really selfish." Sounded in her mind. She retreated her hands and wiped her smile off her face. She was not going to forget being called selfish unless Frederick apologizes to her. She got off the bed, went over to the closet and took her clothes, then left the room, while Frederick slept like a log of wood on the bed, as a result of the drug he consumed. Rosaline found her way into the room beside Frederick's. She opened the door and used a stool to hold it, to stop it from shutting and trapping her in there. Once she made sure that the door would not shut, she turned around to place her clothes on the bed, only to see a naked lady sprawled on the bed. Who is she? She wondered. Rosaline tapped the lady's foot,
TWO WEEKS LATER Rosaline and Frederick were still acting like total strangers. While Rosaline was determined not to talk to Frederick, Frederick on the other hand was bent on making her realize her mistake. Despite their dispute, the couple secretly looked out for each other. It was obvious that they craved each other's attention, as they spend most of their time secretly staring at each other. Rosaline woke up, feeling drained and nauseous. She covered her mouth with her palm and ran into the bathroom. Frederick lay on the bed watching her with a worried expression, yet he made no move to go after her. When Rosaline emerged from the bathroom, she sluggishly walked over to the bed and sat down. She has been feeling nauseous for almost a week now. The worst part is that the aroma of food, even her favorite food, makes her nauseous. At that moment, she craved Frederick's attention. She turned to look at him, but Frederick got off the bed without looking back at her. That morning, Rosa
"I'm pregnant, Fred," she announced, smiling like she just won a lottery. However, the next word she heard wiped her smile off her face."Pregnant? For who?" Frederick questioned, staring intently at her."What do you mean by that? Who else would I be pregnant for, if not you?" Rosaline replied. Surprised by Frederick's question."But we always used protection and I have never released inside of you," Frederick said, still staring at her.Rosaline gazed back at him trying to figure out if he perhaps was joking. But there was no hint that he was joking."What are you trying to say, Fred? Did I get myself pregnant?" Rosaline questioned.Frederick sighed and looked away, then said."I do not know about it, Rosaline. But I'm curious to know how you got pregnant because I can vouch that the baby growing inside you is not mine.""Fred…"Rosaline called, but he cut her off."Do not get me started Rosaline. I have no idea of where you got your pregnancy from. We have not been intimate for over
Rosaline dragged her luggage down the stairs, amidst Isaac's pleas. Tears flowed down her face and her heart ached, but she consoled herself that perhaps it was all for the best. She wasn't going to keep living with a husband who doesn't trust her, a husband who accused her of infidelity without batting an eyelid. "Mrs. Mills, please come back," Isaac cried. Although he knew nothing about why she was crying, it was a known fact to everyone living in the mansion that Frederick and Rosaline have not been on good terms for over two weeks. Maybe she was fed up with their conflict and decided to leave, Isaac thought.Ever since he began working for the Mills family, Rosaline has been the only one who cared for him. She was the only one who asked how he was doing. Even Bradley Mills, who was the kindest of the Mills, has not shown him as much kindness as Rosaline. To him, she wasn't just his boss's wife. And he wasn't ready to let her leave.Isaac ran and blocked her path, stopping her fro
TWO MONTHS LATER Frederick's home looked nothing like its former self. It was now quiet despite being filled with maids who handled everything. If one looks closer, he will notice that the entire furniture was new. This was because Frederick discarded everything that reminded him of Rosaline. He changed the kitchen wares, dining table and chairs, couch, etc. As they all contained memories of Rosaline.The maids in the mansion can be seen quietly carrying out their duty with utmost care, as if afraid to make a mistake. The sound of a door opening upstairs made the entire maids run in various directions, as they sought for ways to exit the living room. It was as if they all feared whoever had opened the door."It's your turn to serve breakfast. Good luck and be safe," A maid whispered to another, then quickly ran out of the living room.The last remaining maid fearfully walked to the dining room. She stood in a corner waiting for the boss to come down. A few seconds later, footsteps we
Rosaline walked into the Marks mansion, along with others. She had joined those selected to go serve Marks tonight. Finding a job as a pregnant woman was not easy. She had to come so that she could still keep her job."Good girl," Amira muttered with a mocking smile and patted Rosaline's back. Rosaline glared at her. But she waved her off like she doesn't matter. Once they all entered the mansion. Rosaline and others were given a uniform to change into. After putting on their uniform, they were assigned different positions. Rosaline was to serve the drinks to the guests. So she left the others, who were chattering, and walked off to her assigned post. These past two months Rosaline had made sure to rely on herself only. She distanced herself from everyone and did everything entirely by herself. She didn't attempt to make any friends. Her sole aim was to be able to cater for herself and her unborn child. The party hall was tastefully decorated, huge chandeliers hung on the ceilings.
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
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 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.
TWO DAYS LATER LIAM It's been two days now since Lucas got out of the Operation theatre, two days since he was put down on this bed, two days since he failed to open his charming blue eyes. I haven't had any sleep since the day everything unfolded, I haven't even gone home yet. Guilt was eating me up, for some reason, I kept blaming myself for letting things get like this. Lucas didn't deserve this, he got deceived. Marcus should be the one lying here in pain. These few days, I regretted pulling the trigger and ending Marcus that way. He had a way too easy death and I blamed myself for it. He deserved to gnash his teeth in anguish and cry out for help which wouldn't ever get to him. But sadly, I gave him an easy death. Sighing, I put my head down on the bed next to Lucas. “I should have tried harder to convince you. You wouldn't have chosen this path if I did that. I'm a terrible brother,” I cried. “Just open your eyes, Lucas,” I pleaded, grabbing his nearly cold hands. “Let go o
LIAM One moment I was downcast and was about to cry about Lucas’ sudden passing, then the next, someone more shallow minded appeared. It broke my heart that he used poor Lucas this way and discarded him. I wondered if this would have been my fate if I never did a proper investigation into the cause of my father’s death. I stood still watching Marcus utter despicable words and confession of his multiple crimes. Each minute of standing there made me feel like shredding him to pieces but then I was powerless at the moment. When he revealed how he was indeed the one behind my dad’s death and everything thereof, I made a resolution in my heart at that moment. “Marcus’ blood will be spilled by me.” Anger and disgust bubbled inside of me with each passing minute, I watched him send out his men to attack Ryan and me. He stood at a distance watching us, probably to see how his men would rip us apart. In one swift move, I pulled out my gun from under my pants and pointed it at the men w
LIAM “Do you still want to do it alone?” Ryan asked. His words made me pause in my tracks and turn to him. “I'll do anything to keep my wife and son safe, even if it means teaming up with you. I promised my wife I would get rid of Lucas and I'll go to any lengths to fulfill that promise.” Ryan stayed silent for a while, just gazing at me. “Are we going to capture Lucas or do you want to keep staring like you've suddenly fallen in love with me?” I asked, eying him unpleasantly. He snarled at me, then began walking away. I followed him. “There is no car available,” he muttered. Ethan and the rest of us had visited here prior to today and I knew there was a little garage behind the building, I also knew where the car keys were. We had taken a safety precaution of fleeing, just in case things went haywire. “Wait here, I'll go get a car,” I muttered. Walking into the house, I randomly grabbed a key and headed for the garage, the key turned out to be that of a Maserati MC20. I go
Ryan I have been tracking my dad’s movement the entire time. My dad is someone who would do anything for the sake of his children. Considering how Tiffany wasn't his, but just my wife, I knew he was okay with using her as bait just to keep my mother and all of us safe. Starting from the moment they all agreed to use Tiffany as bait, I was upset, even mad that my gullible wife agreed to it. I mean, there is a possibility that she will lose her life in the process of being used as bait. I threatened to divorce her, just to make sure she didn't do it, but both she and I knew I wouldn't be able to divorce her. Earlier today, Tiffany suddenly went missing. It scared the hell out of me. I searched the entire house for her but she seemed to have disappeared into thin air and this was on the day I had found out my dad and the others planned to get Lucas. “They took Tiffany with them,” I concluded. Anger coursed through my veins and I rushed into my car. Instantly tracking my dad’s locat
LIAM Things got all serious the moment we all got into the car. We had chosen one vehicle as it seemed more convenient and allowed us all to communicate easily. “What's up with Lucas, he hasn't made any move yet,” I muttered staring down at the screen that showed Luacs pacing up and down a shabby looking room. “He got a call earlier and is waiting for help to get to him. Help is already on its way to him,” Ethan said. “We have just a problem,” Victor said. “His men.” He fell for the phone call and thinks a rescue vehicle is coming for him. “How about we send the police to him?” Tina’s dad suggested, but Ethan and I were quick to push the suggestion aside. “He gets help from the police,” Ethan muttered. “You should have seen how the police tried to protect his impersonator the night I ended his life.” “That dude has the police backing him up.” “You didn't actually kill the guy, right?” I asked, staring at Ethan “You know, when you have loved ones to protect, you'll be willing
LIAM I wanted to break the news of my sudden and urgent departure to Tina the moment I got home, but I didn't want to sadden her. The way she clung to my body, how she confessed her Love for me, all made me stall time. Even though I knew leaving was inevitable. I had planned with Ethan and the others on how to deal with Lucas and we came up with a plan to go away from our families while dealing with that Psycho. If we ever succeeded in capturing Lucas and keeping him in our house, it meant danger for our loved ones. Thankfully, Ethan had a hideout where he had hidden himself since the shooting incident to convince everyone that he was at the hospital. The moment Ethan and the others showed up and broke the news of my departure to Tina, her eyes became gloomy but then, she had that look of understanding on her face. The look that read “ I understand you're doing all these for me.” She had followed me into my room to help me pack up without saying a word to me. Facing my closet and