Marietta's POV
As my sister, Katty, tumbled down from the golden stairs.
I screamed in shock.
I stretched my hand to reach her and quickly followed right through.
“Katty! Somebody please, help me! Anybody!” I shouted in fear.
My hands trembled as tears flowed down my cheeks.
“Security!” My voice drew the attention of today's guests.
Soon today’s guests started to gather around me. I could see most of them shaking their head in shock while raining insults on me.
“Jeez. You are so wicked. You stole Katty’s man and yet you’re trying to kill her baby?”
“I think she wants her sister dead.
More tears streaming down my cheeks.
“Owww…my baby… save my baby please,” Katty winced, tears rolling down her cheeks, while she yanked my hands off.
“Don't touch me you murderer! She wants to kill me!” Katty screamed.
She attracted more people who had come to grace the party thrown by my husband’s family.
My husband, Michael, is from a wealthy family, one of the richest in California. And not just anyone graced this party, but celebrities from different parts of the world.
“Ugh, she’s just the absolute worst!” Someone said,
“Honestly, she belongs in jail. Who pushes their pregnant sister like that?” an older celebrity jumped in.
I couldn't help but stutter in fear. “I didn't…I didn't do anything. No…no…it's not me,”
But she cried more, “My stomach…I think…I’m losing my baby! I’m losing my baby!”
Fear gripped me.
Am I going to be jailed? What will Michael say if he sees her this way?
“Call an ambulance!” The security guard shouted.
“Get an ambulance, right now!” Michael’s voice resonated from behind.
Just as Michael arrived, I wiped off my tears and felt at ease.
I quickly rushed towards him, holding his hand, about to explain myself. “Babe, I didn’t touch her.”
Judging from Michael’s appearance, he looked sad.
He didn’t say a word to me, as I watched him hurry over to Katty, picking her from the ground into his arms.
“Katty, hey, are you alright?”
“No, I’m not okay.” I watched Katty wince in pain.
“Call an ambulance!” I watched Michael raise his voice at the guards again.
It suddenly dawned on me that Michael didn’t believe in me. It’s been two months since I said the word “I do,” at the altar.
“Katty,” I rushed towards her but Michael shoved me off.
“Don't touch her! You wanna finish what you started huh?” He lashed out and I felt a drop of tears leave my eyes.
“You did this intentionally didn't you?!”
“Michael…I…I…didn't do anything. Please believe me. Why would I want to hurt Katty?”
“You expect me to believe you when everything you have ever done was to hurt her? You bully her at every chance you get. What do you want exactly Etta? You get jealous at every slightest thing, and now you end up hurting her? Etta?!” Michael yelled at me.
I felt something split within me, causing me to step back in fear.
“Hurt your sister again, and you will have me to contend with!”
“They are here, sire.” One of the guards interrupted Michael while I watched him hurry towards the exit with Katty upon hearing the siren.
“What’s going on here?” Michael's grandma screamed from behind us, as I fell on my knees in tears.
“Etty, sweetheart,” Grandma walked up to Michael, while he handed Katty over to the medical staff.
“My baby…granny…it hurts…I don't wanna lose my baby please…awww…” Katty spoke in pain.
“Please, make sure nothing happens to her or the baby. Because if anything touches her, I won't forgive the doctor who operates!” I watched Michael place Katty on the stretcher which was rolled away while Michael followed behind.
“Michael, I didn’t touch Katty. Believe me.” I stuttered, crying profusely.
I watched Michael’s grandma, Granny Lorette, walk towards me.
“I know you've always been a good kid, Etty, but sometimes your jealousy hurts others,” Granny Lorette patted my back and left without more comforting words.
It dawned on me that even Granny Lorette, Michael's grandma, who had been my grandmother's best friend before her death, the one I trusted most, doesn't trust me either.
I didn’t even know how I got home.
And upon reaching the house, I got out of the car, rushed into my room, and crashed on the bed.
“I didn't do anything. No one believed me. Not even Michael?” I spoke aloud.
I get it—our marriage was just a business deal.
Michael’s grandma, Granny Lorette, set it up between us because she and my grandma were close before she passed.
“I thought he loved me,” I spoke in whispers as I pulled the bedsheet closer, sniffing his scent; memories of how hot our sex was this morning before we left for the party replayed in my head.
“Michael I love you so much,” I remember holding the bed sheet tight while we made love this morning before we left for the party.
“I love you too, Marietta,” he replied while thrusting in me faster.
Even though I’m aware that Michael had only had sex with me because his grandmother wanted a grandson.
Since Granny Lorette owned the biggest business empire in California, the last thing Michael wanted to do was violate her will.
But even at that, what I felt this morning with Michael was beyond an arranged marriage.
I felt connected. I felt loved.
But what changed?
“Could it be that he doesn’t love me at all” I whispered sadly.
“No, it cannot be. I’m just overthinking things. I will just explain to Michael when he comes back. He loves me. After all, I didn’t do anything.”
I wiped my tears upon hearing his voice in the living room.
“He’s back,” I summon my courage, hoping he would listen to me this time.
Quickly, I aimed for the door with shaky hands.
But before I could step out of my room. His last words caught me off guard.
“I want a divorce!” he said ruthelessly.
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Marietta's POV“He wants a divorce?” I repeated in shock. “Are you serious?” I felt relieved just as I heard Granny Lorette’s voice in the living room. I’m sure she will calm Michael. After all, she's always got my back.“Michael, if this is all a joke, you can stop now.” I heard Granny Lorette lash out. “No! It’s not. I’m serious about this,” I heard Michael argue.“I can’t stand this any longer, Grandmother,”“I’m filing for a divorce. I’m sick and tired of her. I don’t even love Marietta. You forced me into this whole thing.” I heard Michael rage.“Are you telling me that all through the years you’ve spent with her, you didn’t love Etta?” Granny Lorette questioned.“You used your powers and your company shares to coerce me into marrying Etta. And to top it all, you are standing up for her?” Michael scoffed.More tears flowed down my eyes when Michael shouted, causing me to peep from upstairs, where I was standing.“She did what? She lost the baby?!” I heard him scream while talki
Marietta’s POV“Congratulations, Mrs. Lockhart,” The doctor smiled, reaching out to me with a white envelope. “You are two weeks pregnant,”I took the white envelope from the doctor with shaky hands. “No, no, no. This must have been a mistake. Do you think I might have been misdiagnosed?”“A mistake? The blood samples clearly match yours.” The doctor concluded.“But well, you might be correct. It sometimes happens,” he added. I heaved a sigh and felt relieved.“I’ll ask one of my efficient staff to attend to you. She will take your blood samples and carry out the test again. Is that okay by you?” The doctor asked.“Yes, sure.”“Very well then, you can wait at the lab.” The doctor replied.After a few minutes of waiting, I was handed another test report. “I supervised this myself,” the nurse explained, and left.“What the hell? Am I really pregnant? I’m fucking–” I yelled out of frustration as I choked on my words.Tears streamed down my face out of fear.I can’t even abort this chil
Marietta’s POV“I can’t believe you are still in bed!” “And why haven’t you packed up earlier?” he questioned, with a furrowed brow.“Michael, I’m sick,” I responded weakly.“Are you aware that your flight is scheduled to take off five hours from now?!” “I think I might have caught a fever last night.” “Stop lying, Etta." Michael retorted.“I’m not, I snapped.You are leaving this afternoon. I’ll drive you to the airport and you must leave even if you don’t want to!” Michael flared up and left in anger.I couldn’t help but smile bitterly. I cannot believe Michael would volunteer to drive me to the airport in person.“C’mon Marietta, don’t be stupid. He just wants to make sure you get to the airport,” I scoffed in disbelief before closing the door. I dragged myself towards the bed since I felt so tired, maybe a nap would do.“A hundred degrees?” I exclaimed upon seeing the result on my thermometer.“My fever is getting out of hand,” I whispered.Dropping my traveling bag, I reached
Marietta’s POVEIGHT MONTHS LATERIt's been nine month of pain, severe discomfort, and hard work. “The baby is here. One last push.” The nurse encouraged me.With sweats dripping off my body, I made the last push in screams.Tears rolloed out of my eyes, as I felt at ease. The baby had came early, I thought I was going to die, since this was my first time. Also luckily for me, the baby seemed healthy in the nurse’s arms.Staring at my baby weakly, I couldn’t help but mutter to myself “Finally I have a family in this world now,” Having said that, I passed out. The knock on the door had woken me up from my sleep–it was a nurse.“Hi. How are you feeling?” The nurse smiled at me.“I’m fine. What about my baby?” I quickly asked.“Trust me your baby is fine. A nurse will bring your baby soon,” she replied, checking my drip.“I don’t know if I should do this, but I don’t have a choice.” She replied.“What is it?” I stuttered in fear.“The hospital bills need…” the nurse hesitated.The h
Marietta's POVWith the whole camera flash, I fell short of words. Lately, I've been trying to keep my personal life secret. But one way or the other, I still couldn't curb it."Ms. Etta, is it true you have a daughter?" Another report asked, but I ignored it."Boss," My personal assistant, Clara called from afar and I felt relieved. Quickly my bodyguards swung into action, helping me towards the car.Just as I got into the car, my phone rang. "Hi, Etta. I saw the news. How are you doing?" “Hi, Bella. I’m okay thanks. It's nothing,” I responded, taking off my glasses.“Well, Valerie her is save and happy here with me. But, just one thing– she asks of Mommy every time.” Bella replied.“Thanks, Bella. I’m so grateful for everything you’ve done for me. From taking care of Valerie to helping me during my antenatal. I feel so indebted to you.” I heaved a sigh.“C’mon, Etta. You don’t have to be like this. Since the first time I met you at the subway train station. I knew we’d be best of
Marietta's POVI could tell Michael could see the anger in my eyes. "Thank you, sir, for coming." Katty's voice interrupted our conversation. Michael lingered for some minutes before turning towards the crowd. I blinked back my tears. "You are strong, Etta." I reminded myself."Thank you for coming," Mr. Lucian climbed the stage. Giving each of the star representatives from different countries a handshake."Ms. Etta, I would love to meet with you after the party," Mr. Lucian shook my hand while I nodded.Walking out of the stage, I made my way outside. "Are you okay" Clara my assistant asked."Yes. I just need some air," I heaved a sigh. "Do you need me to come with you?" Clara questioned.Looking around, I felt relieved seeing that Michael had gone. "No, I'll be fine on my own,"Upon getting outside, a masculine voice echoed from behind. At first, I thought it was one of those disturbing reporters. But I was wrong. "Michael? What the hell do you want from me?!" I flinched. "I w
Michael's POVTWO DAYS TO MARIETTA'S ARRIVAL "What's the latest update, Alex?" "It appears that she's the latest movie star in France right now," Alex answered."Here are photos of her, and her baby," Alex added.With shaky hands, I took one of the photos Alex had placed on my table."This is Etta now?" I asked in disbelief. "She looks-""Beautiful?" Alex responded.I thought I was the only one who noticed that. It's been three years, and I could not believe I left her all by herself."She's a movie star now," Alex broke the silence."I can see that Alex. You don't need to remind me," I shut my eyes close.The last time she called me, I had lied to her. Letting her know Granny Lorette will send some money."God! Why did I do that?" I whispered, shutting my laptop closed."She will be back in America in the next two days," Alex reported. "Is she married?" I quickly chipped in. I'm sure she wasn't with child when she left. Could she have gotten another man? Am I regretting everythin
Marietta’s POV I don't know why my heart keeps racing when I see Michael. “You can't possibly tell me you still love him? After everything he's done,” Bella yelled over the phone. “I don't know, Bella. I'm confused. I saw him today. He asked after his daughter,” I whispered. Turning on the air conditioner, I lay on the bed exhausted. “He knows you have a daughter?” Bella questioned in surprise. “My personal life has been getting out somehow. I don't know what to do, Bella. I'm now a star, remember?” I heaved a sigh. “What do you want to do? What if he wants to claim Valerie?” Bella asked further. “Valerie is sleeping, right?” I questioned. Valerie is just three years old, but she is smarter than any kids I know of. “You know what, just make sure her face isn't seen by anyone. Stick to the plan.” I warned Bella. “I've got a lot of events ahead of me in the morning. And I need to wake up early.” I thanked Bella, hung the call, and dosed off. ******Clara’s call had woken me u
Marietta’s POV“Cancel every meeting for tomorrow. Book a flight to France. Now Clara!” I ordered.“Hey, Etta. Calm down.” Elsie grabbed my face.“It’s alright,” he patted my head.Placing my head on his chest, I wept.“I promise you, she’ll be fine,” Elsie assured me.“Do you want me to come with you?” Elsie asked.“Someone needs to be here. We’ve got a movie cast in a few days to Christmas, Elsie.” I wiped off my tears.“I have to go,” I said. “I’ll always call you. If you need anything from me, don’t hesitate to let me know, okay?” Elsie shouted from behind.It took me two hours before I got to the airport. “Clara, you won’t be going with me. But please, give Elsie all the support he needs.” “Yes, ma’am,” Clara bowed.My flight was a very tiring one. I couldn’t help myself.All through the journey, I was just tearing up. Making use of my scarf to cover my face. Since I was in first class, there was less disturbance from fans.It took me ten hours to get off the plane. I didn’t wa
Marietta's POV “Etta, please. Don’t do this,” Michael pleaded.“Don’t come closer, please,” I yelled. “Etty, sweetheart. I know we’ve wronged you, But please, let’s make amends,” Granny Lorette almost knelt.“I’ve forgiven you. But I don’t want to have anything to do with any of you again,” I charged and left immediately.“Etta!” Michael called. “Clara, get the car door, now!” I ordered.I was in the car before Michael could get a hold of me.As I watched him through the car’s rare mirror, I couldn’t help but wonder if I had done too much. “Ma’am,” Clara broke the chain of my thoughts.“Yes, what is it?” I questioned.“It’s Mr. Felix. He said you cannot cancel the deal with the Whitmore,” Clara cleared her throat.“What do you mean by that?” I frowned in confusion.“He said they are one of the largest stakeholders in the company,” Clara explained.“I don’t want to have anything to do with those people!” I cried.“You have a call,” Clara passed my phone to me. It was Bella.“Bella
Michael’s POV “I'm sorry, Etta,” I repeat. “Don't come closer!” She yelled.“I know what I did was wrong. Please,” I tried to hold her, but she seemed to be disgusted by my presence. “It's been three years, Michael.” She started.“You and granny left me for three good years in an unknown land.” She took a step back.“I know I did really bad. Please give me a chance to correct my mistakes. Please,” I pleaded further. “I didn't come here for this. So, please, leave! You are dead to me already,” she closed her eyes and was about to walk away. “I'm sorry, but I can't let you go. Consider Valerie,” I proposed. “Valerie?” She yanked her hand off. “She was never yours, and will never be!” She spat. “Now let me go!” She snapped.“I'm sorry, Etta.” I held her hand tighter. “Michael, Leave me alone!” she struggled with my grip. “Let the woman go, young man. I believe you to be a gentleman,” a masculine voice echoed from behind.Isn't this the man who was flirting with her a couple of m
Marietta’s POV I don't know why my heart keeps racing when I see Michael. “You can't possibly tell me you still love him? After everything he's done,” Bella yelled over the phone. “I don't know, Bella. I'm confused. I saw him today. He asked after his daughter,” I whispered. Turning on the air conditioner, I lay on the bed exhausted. “He knows you have a daughter?” Bella questioned in surprise. “My personal life has been getting out somehow. I don't know what to do, Bella. I'm now a star, remember?” I heaved a sigh. “What do you want to do? What if he wants to claim Valerie?” Bella asked further. “Valerie is sleeping, right?” I questioned. Valerie is just three years old, but she is smarter than any kids I know of. “You know what, just make sure her face isn't seen by anyone. Stick to the plan.” I warned Bella. “I've got a lot of events ahead of me in the morning. And I need to wake up early.” I thanked Bella, hung the call, and dosed off. ******Clara’s call had woken me u
Michael's POVTWO DAYS TO MARIETTA'S ARRIVAL "What's the latest update, Alex?" "It appears that she's the latest movie star in France right now," Alex answered."Here are photos of her, and her baby," Alex added.With shaky hands, I took one of the photos Alex had placed on my table."This is Etta now?" I asked in disbelief. "She looks-""Beautiful?" Alex responded.I thought I was the only one who noticed that. It's been three years, and I could not believe I left her all by herself."She's a movie star now," Alex broke the silence."I can see that Alex. You don't need to remind me," I shut my eyes close.The last time she called me, I had lied to her. Letting her know Granny Lorette will send some money."God! Why did I do that?" I whispered, shutting my laptop closed."She will be back in America in the next two days," Alex reported. "Is she married?" I quickly chipped in. I'm sure she wasn't with child when she left. Could she have gotten another man? Am I regretting everythin
Marietta's POVI could tell Michael could see the anger in my eyes. "Thank you, sir, for coming." Katty's voice interrupted our conversation. Michael lingered for some minutes before turning towards the crowd. I blinked back my tears. "You are strong, Etta." I reminded myself."Thank you for coming," Mr. Lucian climbed the stage. Giving each of the star representatives from different countries a handshake."Ms. Etta, I would love to meet with you after the party," Mr. Lucian shook my hand while I nodded.Walking out of the stage, I made my way outside. "Are you okay" Clara my assistant asked."Yes. I just need some air," I heaved a sigh. "Do you need me to come with you?" Clara questioned.Looking around, I felt relieved seeing that Michael had gone. "No, I'll be fine on my own,"Upon getting outside, a masculine voice echoed from behind. At first, I thought it was one of those disturbing reporters. But I was wrong. "Michael? What the hell do you want from me?!" I flinched. "I w
Marietta's POVWith the whole camera flash, I fell short of words. Lately, I've been trying to keep my personal life secret. But one way or the other, I still couldn't curb it."Ms. Etta, is it true you have a daughter?" Another report asked, but I ignored it."Boss," My personal assistant, Clara called from afar and I felt relieved. Quickly my bodyguards swung into action, helping me towards the car.Just as I got into the car, my phone rang. "Hi, Etta. I saw the news. How are you doing?" “Hi, Bella. I’m okay thanks. It's nothing,” I responded, taking off my glasses.“Well, Valerie her is save and happy here with me. But, just one thing– she asks of Mommy every time.” Bella replied.“Thanks, Bella. I’m so grateful for everything you’ve done for me. From taking care of Valerie to helping me during my antenatal. I feel so indebted to you.” I heaved a sigh.“C’mon, Etta. You don’t have to be like this. Since the first time I met you at the subway train station. I knew we’d be best of
Marietta’s POVEIGHT MONTHS LATERIt's been nine month of pain, severe discomfort, and hard work. “The baby is here. One last push.” The nurse encouraged me.With sweats dripping off my body, I made the last push in screams.Tears rolloed out of my eyes, as I felt at ease. The baby had came early, I thought I was going to die, since this was my first time. Also luckily for me, the baby seemed healthy in the nurse’s arms.Staring at my baby weakly, I couldn’t help but mutter to myself “Finally I have a family in this world now,” Having said that, I passed out. The knock on the door had woken me up from my sleep–it was a nurse.“Hi. How are you feeling?” The nurse smiled at me.“I’m fine. What about my baby?” I quickly asked.“Trust me your baby is fine. A nurse will bring your baby soon,” she replied, checking my drip.“I don’t know if I should do this, but I don’t have a choice.” She replied.“What is it?” I stuttered in fear.“The hospital bills need…” the nurse hesitated.The h
Marietta’s POV“I can’t believe you are still in bed!” “And why haven’t you packed up earlier?” he questioned, with a furrowed brow.“Michael, I’m sick,” I responded weakly.“Are you aware that your flight is scheduled to take off five hours from now?!” “I think I might have caught a fever last night.” “Stop lying, Etta." Michael retorted.“I’m not, I snapped.You are leaving this afternoon. I’ll drive you to the airport and you must leave even if you don’t want to!” Michael flared up and left in anger.I couldn’t help but smile bitterly. I cannot believe Michael would volunteer to drive me to the airport in person.“C’mon Marietta, don’t be stupid. He just wants to make sure you get to the airport,” I scoffed in disbelief before closing the door. I dragged myself towards the bed since I felt so tired, maybe a nap would do.“A hundred degrees?” I exclaimed upon seeing the result on my thermometer.“My fever is getting out of hand,” I whispered.Dropping my traveling bag, I reached