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PAULA I looked around the room and I met my parents’ eyes. I am so close to bursting into tears right now because I had just come from the best and most peaceful vacation to this. My mother is quite smitten and won’t stop cheering, but as for my father, he looks like he had no choice in all of this. He cannot even keep eye contact with me. Whose idea was it to organise this party? Steve or my mother? Did they do this because they knew that I would not dare try to embarrass them in front of people, or they did do this because they wanted to? I can see all my friends are here, including Carolina. Her baby bump is getting very visible. Some of my work colleagues are also here; also family. This makes me wonder for how long everyone knew about this. “Come closer to me, honey,” Steve softly pulls me and puts his arm around my waist as his other hand is occupied with a glass of champagne. We slowly move our bodies to the music playing. I am really uncomfortable, and my body is stiff. I
SERGIOI look at her glossy eyes, desperate for me to take her with me. I honestly want to take her with me, but right now it is impossible. I hope she will be patient enough to wait for me because the wedding they are talking about will not happen.“Please don’t leave me; I don’t want to marry him,” She cries.I have so little to say to her, but so much to show her. Where do I even start with all of that now except for me promising that I will come for her soon, she just needs to be a little persevering?Without saying anything, I take her hand and pull her to the other side of the car so that no one sees us if they get out of the car. I softly push her against the car and kiss her. It is still her birthday and it started so well, only for it to end like this. She deserves to be happy, and I hate it when she cries.After the long passionate kiss, I pull out and hug her before I whisper in her ear:“Hang in there; I will come back for you,”“When?”I cup her face and connect my lips w
PAULA I have adjusted myself to get used to my reality because crying and being mad all the time will not solve all my problems. I have accepted everything that comes my way, but one thing I am failing to understand is how I got into this mess. It has been two weeks since my birthday and the engagement. I last spoke to Sergio on that day because the moment I went back to the house, my mother wanted to speak to me in private. At first, I thought she wanted to congratulate me on the engagement she had planned to happen, but she only wanted to be rude to me. “Are you in a relationship with your bodyguard, Paula? Is that where you were when no one couldn’t reach you, but only when we texted him to find you, he knew exactly where to,” “So what if we are, then what?” I argued. “Don’t back chat with me, young girl. We are in all of this because of you,” “Me? How is that so?” “You were born; that is why! Now, you are going to pay for that,” “What? Mom, that is a mean thing to ever say
SERGIO I watched the show from the backseat, and I could not be any prouder than I am. This is Paula’s first fashion show she has ever hosted, and I am happy that I am the sponsor she needed when no one was willing to invest in her, not even her family, but everyone thought this would fail. Paula is bold and strong, and I know that even if she was not sponsored, the show would have still gone on. Right now, the show is about to end, and just yet, she is about to close the show with a showstopper, and we are all waiting to see her. The lights went down, and it got very dark in the hall before the song Partition by Beyonce started playing. The spotlight went on, and everyone gasps in adoration when it lands above our heads and we all can see the beauty of a lady in a red ball gown sitting on a swing as it slowly descends to the stage. I have no words. I am so speechless right now, I mean, this is really beautiful and very smart. My baby girl looks so beautiful. The swing lands her p
SERGIOWhat place would one take their soon-to-be ex-girlfriend for a breakup? Goodness, do we even have to take them out for a breakup; is that even right because it does not feel like it to me.Anyway, I am in my house, in the kitchen as I cook up a storm for me and Cassey because I am planning to break up with her tonight. I am not even sure how she is going to take it, but I am sure she noticed how I was unaffectionate with her, and we sleep in two different bedrooms; well, I told her she can sleep in my bedroom while I take the guestroom. The thing is, I am finally in love with someone who loves me, regardless of my background. When I first met Cassey, she was all about money, and that was what I also needed – someone to spend money on and control them. I felt powerful over them because they couldn’t bring anything to the table but their body. Now I found someone who sees me beyond that and challenges me. What I am worried about is all the secrets that I am hiding from her. I am
PAULAI am in my bedroom in Steve’s house, not sure if I should pack my clothes in the closet or not because I have finally moved in with him and there are only a few days before I escape with Sergio. My passport and every important document are ready, and I packed them in a bag pack so that when I escape, I know that it will be the only thing that I take.It has been only two days since the fashion show and I have been so busy with radio interviews, the orders are piling up and there is just so much to do, but I am not sure if anyone would want to do business with me, especially when my name is being dragged down with my father and his company. Gosh, I just cannot believe that my father and my eldest brother Luke have been arrested this morning for fraud. Is this what Jade was trying to tell me about the company? Lord, I hope that he is not part of any of this nonsense. This is crazy because people are dragging my name and my company down because they think I made this fashion show w
SERGIOI received a strange message this morning, and I am caught up between believing that Paula is okay, or something is happening. I am with Apollo, having drinks at a bar with him, but my mind is not full here.The message is from Paula’s banner phone, and no matter what I try to make up for it, it just does not make any sense.‘Hey, boo! Just wanted to let you know that Steve is going away, so I was thinking that you come over tonight at 7:30 PM.Xoxo’ – Paula.Paula does not talk like that, and she never EVER called me boo. Another thing, she knows that I will never come and eat or visit her at Steve’s house; so why would she invite me there? Something is not right, and I am not getting any good vibes from it. I have a lot going on my mind like; who has her phone? Is she okay? Does Steve know that I met up with Paula the other day? God, if he had done something to her, Lord have mercy because I am about to catch a case.My hand grasps the glass hard, and before it could break, A
PAULA“Rise and shine, Hermosa Princesa,” (Beautiful princess)Steve walks into my bedroom and finds me curled up on the floor in my winter pyjamas. The room is a mess and very dull, as I also did not open the curtains. I stay on the floor without moving. I hear his movements, and I am not even bothered about what he is up to at this moment, but all I want to do is escape this place.“It is your father and brother’s bail hearing today, so it will be best if we all can go and give them support,” He stops in front of me and scrunches down to my level. “Did you sleep here?”Of course, I slept on the floor. The cold and the discomfort kept reminding me that I am not dead. But I do not say that out loud to him though.“Are you just going to ignore me, babe? Okay, I am sorry for hitting you the other day; I lost control, and… I am sorry, okay? Please get up and get ready so that we can leave as soon as possible,” He holds my arm and pulls me up gently, and somehow, I cooperate with him. He
PAULAI was in the kitchen helping Sergio’s grandmother to bake cupcakes for the kids at the orphanage home when Sergio’s mother came into the kitchen with my crying two-month-old baby in her arms. These two love each other too much. Oh, and it gets worse when the father is here; it is like I do not exist at all.“She no longer wants the milk from the bottle. She wants it straight from its cow. Oh, this child can be cheeky when she wants to,” Sergio’s mother, whom I have gotten used to calling her mama says.I laugh and clean up my hands before I get her. Yes, I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl whom my father named Sofia which was also my late mother’s name. I loved it when my father suggested it, and Sergio had no problem with it. I got to meet my aunt who is my mother’s sister, and we are in contact. As for Belinda, she was found and got arrested for murder. I cannot believe that woman fooled us all and claimed to love me. It is just sad that she was my brothers’ mother.“She is
SERGIOPaula and I might have gotten married so suddenly, I mean, we never really dated long and the moment I saw her looking so beautiful in her wedding dress that was meant for that bustard called Steve, I knew that I wanted to marry her. I have no regrets whatsoever, but I think I might have rushed to make her mine without thinking it through, and I was also jealous that she was looking so beautiful for another man, which is why this time I want to make things right.I am going to put my pride aside and approach Paula’s father to ask to make things right with him. I want to marry Paula the right way with both our families attending the wedding; no hate, no anger, no drama. All I want is a perfect wedding for my wife, and I want this marriage to be meaningful.Sigh.I do not know if it is me, but this pregnancy is just messing up Paula’s mind. At every chance she gets, she makes sure that she tells me where to get off. Earlier today, I was playing the piano while she was sleeping be
PAULA“What do they say?” I ask, nervously as Sergio walks out of the bathroom holding three pregnancy tests in his hands. I am sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting eagerly for the results.“They all have double red lines, honey – we are pregnant,” He excitedly says, and I put my hands on my burning cheeks.Is this really happening? Is this really happening to me? I am pregnant and carrying a child with the love of my life. I am carrying Sergio’s heir.I am happy that I am experiencing this with him, and we both have mutual feelings about it. He makes it easier for me to accept that I am pregnant. Did I want to have a baby this early? No, but Sergio makes me excited about the idea.“We are going to have a baby,” He puts the pregnancy tests aside and rushes to me before kneeling in front of me and kissing my exposed belly from the cropped bra I am wearing.I place my hands on his head and caress it. This is everything that I have ever dreamed of. This is what I imagined when I said
SERGIO I haven’t had a good sleep the way I did last night in a long time. It is a windy morning, and the waves in the ocean are not failing to hit aggressively against the rocks, but that is nothing to complain about because it is beautiful. I am in the kitchen making breakfast for me and my wife. Things between us are promising, but we are taking it slowly. KIDDING! We are definitely rushing to catch up, I mean, last night we had an amazing love-making session, and before we slept, we talked about our dreams. I asked her if she would ever think about moving to France, and without hesitation, she said a BIG YES. Well, to me it sounded like a rational decision because, to be honest, Paula has been through so much and probably wants to get away for that reason, so I am going to ask her again so that she does get to think about it. While I am busy in the kitchen, Paula walks in, wearing only the t-shirt that I was wearing last night. I walk up to her and stand in front of her. “Goo
PAULATwo days ago, we arrived on the island. My husband is not okay, and every time I ask him what the matter is; he tells me that he almost lost me. He is scared, he is shaken, but I know that it is not me. Something is really triggering him, but all he cares about is my well-being and wants me to get better.I want my husband to get better as well!I am in the bedroom, watching a movie on Netflix called ME TIME. Whoever gave birth to Kevin Hart should be held responsible for my cause of death. I just cannot stop laughing. Why do people hate it so much? If I could, I would give it one hundred stars because it is hilarious.I wish I was not watching it alone. I am lonely, and I miss my husband. He takes the guestroom while I take the main bedroom. I know that I am the one that suggested it but, I kind of want him back. I miss him.I take my phone and scroll to his number and just look at it. I do not know why I always feel scared to call him, but I have no choice because he does not
SERGIOThey say when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Right now, I feel like I am given both limes and lemons, and I still don’t know which one is the sourest between them. That is how complicated my life is, and I just have to swallow the bitter taste the lemons and limes leave in my throat.I am at home with my two lovely women who have just added more stress to my stress. I feel like hitting my head against the wall and just dying with everything because I am just surrounded by darkness, and I feel responsible for everything that is happening around me.I look at my son — I mean, Diego. He is peacefully sleeping on my bed after crying so much. He does not deserve what is going on right now, and a child like this does not need to stay in a home that is not happy. I am not happy right now, and I will not heal any time soon. I am crushed, and I will be more crushed when the tests prove that Diego is not my son.I love him so much, and I know that he loves me too. How can he not b
PAULITA As soon as my husband left, I was helped back to my bedroom and to my surprise, I found a bouquet of flowers, red and white roses to be specific, and a toiletry bag. On the bedside table, there is a basket of fruits and goodies. I roll the wheels of the wheelchair towards the bed and pick up the bouquet and inhale them, smile, and pull the card out before I read it. “I know I messed up, and I know that you are mad at me, which you have every right to be by the way, but all I am asking for is a chance to explain everything and be clean to you. What I do not want is to lose you. You are special, my baby girl. I love you so much, and please believe me when I tell you that my intention was not to hurt you; I was just afraid to hurt you and lose you. Please forgive me and come back home to me. I promise I will make things right. Love, Sergio,” To be honest, a lot has been broken, and it is going to take a while before we fix it. I love Sergio so much and to be honest, I want
SERGIOI am probably going insane right now. But who cares? I brought it all to myself and I deserve it. I am like the glue to everything that is happening. Losing my wife and losing my son. It is probably for the best, I mean, they probably don’t deserve me. I was never honest with both women anyway, but that is the only thing I am probably sorry for. What I won’t be sorry for is my job. I had to lie about it in order for me to get justice, and unfortunately, Paula got caught up in it. But no matter how other people may see it, I never used Paula. Firstly, I resisted her when she confessed her feelings to me, and secondly, I genuinely love her, so no one should fucking tell me that I used her to get what I wanted from her. I fucking love that girl!I take the bottle of my whiskey and swig it. I turn up all the volume of the music playing on TV. I am playing instrumental music that helps me think and right now Bitter Sweet Symphony by David Garrett is playing. I am sitting in the midd
PAULAI have had so many visitors coming to check on me, and I am so happy to know that there are people who still cared about me, like my work colleagues, old friends, and Angela. I was hoping to see Carolina walking in, but I guess she will never come.With all the physical pain that I am enduring all over my body, it can never be compared to the one that I am feeling in my heart. I have never felt so disappointed and hurt as I am. I cannot believe I grew up believing that Belinda is my mother. I loved that woman, I admired her style, and she was the reason I studied fashion design because I idolised her and loved the way she dressed. She loved clothes as much as I did. She was so beautiful, and I thought that we both had something in common because she was my mother, but it was all a lie. She was ugly on the inside, and she hated me. It just makes sense now.“What makes sense?”I gasp, looking up at Jade from the wheelchair.“Did I say that out loud?” I ask, shyly dropping my eyes.