{George}
"What if I offer to help?" I asked and watched her honey brown eyes widen. "Errmm..." she stammered, caught off guard. Her expression suggested she was pondering over the choice to accept or refuse. “I can't say no when I'm literally broke right now, can I?" She asked, before she nodded reluctantly in affirmation to me. “Let's head to the hospital" I convinced her, twisting the door knob to let us out of the office. Before I came over to Success Chambers to discuss business with Barrister Carlo, I received a devastating news from one of my men. Perhaps, I wasn't so surprised as I had heard of Sophie's incessant unfaithfulness with other men, but I had Paul tail her. Successfully, he was able to capture her and her new lover in bed in one of the popular hotels in Atlanta. I quaked in anger when the picture got to me and I tore them, greatly infuriated that the mother of my beautiful daughter had feelings for another. She had reacted so angrily when she found out about my bad job. Despite how I hid it, Sophie was wise to find out. She called it quits, claiming that she would never marry a man who was involved in illegal activities. I couldn't let her go. How? Two years ago she had bore my beautiful daughter and she is my greatest gift. I tried convincing Sophie but her mind was made up, she stopped putting on the special engagement ring I proposed to her with and didn't think twice in letting Diamond stay with me. So, as little as Diamond was she was entrusted in the care of a nanny, while Sophie went about frolicking with men. When I saw how broken Scarlett was for her sick child, and her eagerness to make sure he is fine. I was smitten, wishing Sophie would be that kind of mother. I longed for Sophie to show that kind of dedication rather than doing a bad job like me, the only difference were the fields. She was a bad mother, and I was doing illegal jobs secretly. RnB was never my choice for music but anytime Scarlett's songs came on, I found myself putting it on repeat. I have always been her fan and I enjoyed her rhythm and lyrics. Today, I realized she was not only a good singer but a good mother. Why won't I help? Who said a cold hearted criminal like me doesn't have a heart? Family remains sacred to me. Walking through the corridors, we were observed by the few clients sitting outside. Her black Tesla model S was neatly parked beside my car when we got out. “We can make use of my car if you're not fine to ride in yours" I offered. “Thanks, but I will use mine if you don't mind, ride behind me please" she responded. "No problem then, I will ride with you rather" I said with a smile, opening the door for her to get in. I made sure she succumbed to letting me ride and we sped off to the hospital. After all was done, I would go back to get my car. I noticed her hands were trembling as I drove, but she did her best to hide it. Gracemark Hospital was not far away from the Chambers, and we arrived in some minutes. The ward was crowded when we got in and I had to hold Scarlett's hands to calm her down, her hands were cold and her trepidation intensified. She was obviously fidgeting, and I was scared myself. A lot of medical personnels filling the room should mean only two things. I sincerely hoped her child was not dead. We stood speechlessly at the entrance door and when the doctors and nurses created a space between, it was much to our relief. My eyes fell on Scarlett's sickly child, he was sitting painfully, quite chubby and weak. “Liam!" Scarlett squealed, running over to him. “Nurse Rosalie noticed he became conscious a few minutes ago" the doctor informed Scarlett and paused. “Liam is a strong child fighting for his life, but the grace for him to stay over in the hospital elapses today, without payment I'm afraid you both will have to leave" the doctor added, wearing his stethoscope back on his neck. I saw her blink her tears down, she moved over to the bed to sit with Liam and threw me a knowing glare. “I will make the payment doctor" I spoke immediately, and the two nurses on blue scrubs left. The doctor stared at Scarlett, and then directed his gaze to my face. “Alright then, come with me" I trailed behind the doctor and when he got to his office, he creaked his entrance door open beckoning on me to come in. While I sat, darting my eyes to the medical images and water dispenser in his office, he searched about different files till he came across one I believed to be that of Liam. “I'm Dr. Peterson" he introduced. “George Briggs, friend to Scarlett" I responded with a short smile. “How much is needed to commence his treatment, doctor?" I went straight to the point. The earlier things are settled, the faster the treatment could begin. Dr. Peterson reviewed Liam’s file, his expression growing serious. “The initial treatment will require about ten thousand dollars,” he said, glancing up at me. I nodded, with a calm expression on my face. “I will arrange the payment immediately. How do we proceed?” Dr. Peterson continued, “I will escort you to the hospital's finance office and once the payment has been made, we will ensure Liam's treatment begins right away." “Alright then" I said, standing on my feets to do as he had said. When Doctor Peterson and I walked to the finance office, I kept thinking about the stark difference between Scarlett and Sophie. Scarlett's dedication to family amidst all odds and Sophie abandoning her own child. It made me wonder if Sophie was a good decision in the first place. The Finance office was busy when we got there, but with the Doctor's notification they began attending to us. However, due to some technical glitches it took a little time. By evening, the payment was processed and I headed back to Liam's ward, but when I got in I was shocked to discover that Scarlett wasn't present. I searched the premises and different wards but she was nowhere to be found. My heart thudded in my chest. "Where the fuck was she?"{Scarlett}~~ Sign the divorce papers now, or face the consequences!.~~ Consider this your final warning!.~~ Five minutes more and all your documents will go in flames!. I brought my car to a halt and the notification chime on my phone rang continuously, as Nana bombarded me with threatening texts. I knew Nana never carried out empty threats, so when I began to receive the messages I walked out of the ward swiftly. Thankfully, Liam was sleeping but the youngman who had volunteered to help was not around. I realized I might appear ungrateful for leaving the hospital without informing him, but I couldn't risk having my important documents destroyed.Walking into the estate with unsteady steps, I saw several guests in the family house. A placard placed in the right side of the living room read, 'Happy Birthday Mrs. Celine Dermott,' and soft background music played.‘Mrs?' I turned sharply to Richard and Celine, they were dressed in couple outfits. Kayla, a few of Celine's friends an
SEVEN YEARS LATER.CAMPVILLE. Singing Queen's "Somebody to Love" he hit the high note sweetly, his voice resonating melodiously.“Jayden!" I called. “You have to be fast, else we'll miss the flight"“Ten more minutes, mamma mia and I'll be out!" He blared from the washroom. “Ten?" I asked and we both chuckled. Over the years I've grown accustomed to my son's unending wash in the bathroom. He made it his studio, rhyming and humming and hitting different notes while scrubbing. Jayden had undeniably inherited my talent for singing as a hobby, he made my heart skip a beat when he talks about basketball, Richard's favorite, but like they say an apple apparently does not fall far from the tree. I stared at my mirror admiring my face the way I did every morning for six whole years. Four years ago, I had conducted a facial surgery and I couldn't help but admire my look. I loved the new look of my chin, my lips augmentation and my cuter nose. It helped me heal.When I first arrived in Cam
“Starr?" The sound of her voice, saying my name, sent a shiver down my spine. I snapped to attention, flashing my most dazzling smile.Remember who you are, girl. You’re no lightweight!. You shouldn't slouch!. I cautioned and reminded myself.Still red with awe, Celine quickly brought out her cellphone from her purse. "Could I grab a quick photo with you? She requested and then continued, " I can’t believe you're actually here in Atlanta in flesh and blood! And it’s so crazy, such perfect timing—we’re urgently looking for a couturier where I work."She was almost breathless, and for split seconds, I had a moment of clarity - a realization of how life can change in the blink of an eye. Who would have imagined that Celine, of all people, would be fawning over me now? The girl who once meant nothing has become someone of importance.I caught Richard's gaze that instant before his eyes darted away. He'd been staring all this while, but not at me, at George rather, and it made me wonder.
George's POVThe Saturday started off pretty busy like the other mornings. As I tossed aside my blanket and made my way to the living room, I saw the kids huddled in the corner nook, engrossed in building their Lego House while Starr occupied the flex space. She was putting on an off-the-shoulder knit top in pink, which she paired with a snug short, making her look absolutely radiant. Her face was furrowed in concentration, and her fingers danced with a laptop pen. Still, she looked drop dead gorgeous as she focused intently on her work. "Good morning, Mr. George," Jayden first greeted, breaking the spell and causing Starr to glance up from her laptop with curiosity. I had almost forgotten I was on my feet, staring at her for over two minutes. "Ooh... You're up now," she purred softly, her voice laced with enticing allure. "Morning, daddy!" Diamond added, running into my arms. I cupped her jaw in my palms, running my thumb affectionately on her cheek. "Morning, sweet." "Morning
The first thing I did after conversing with Starr was place a call to the executive director of Margaret Briggs Charter School for Jayden's admission. It's a school I had helped create and one which my mother had originally founded. She was once a passionate educator, now confined to a wheelchair following a mild stroke she developed a few months ago. Revving the engine of my car to a halt, I walked into my mother's apartment. It was located in the suburbs of Atlanta, Brookhaven precisely. As I took the elevator, my mind roamed over the tasks I needed to address that day to ensure Starr’s career ran smoothly. My mother's house was a modern manor - a testament to her love for grand homes. Her wishes were my command, and she deserved all the luxury for her long years of suffering. Growing up, I had been raised solely by my mother, with no clue about my father's existence. Often times I asked, I got the same response - "you will get to know when the time is right. " Frustrated, I ga
{Scarlett}Everyone has their own demon and mine is being my sister's doppelganger. We were admired as twins in public, but little did people know she was my nightmare and her family my thunderstorm. Somehow she gets everything I want and love. She and Nana make me regret ever accepting to go with them in the first place. I'm the daughter of an abused mother and a violent father. My mother got beaten by my father for very little reasons. Most times for refusing to bring his dishes to the dining on time, for waiting too long before his return or even looking too good in an event.At ten, my father's violence grew worse. One fateful day when I was back from school, he beat my poor mother to pulp, slamming her head on the wall severally because she spoke back at him. I was scared, I screamed and begged, hoping he stopped hurting her but he never did. Her head oozed off blood and my heart was breaking seeing her weeping and groaning in deep pain. There was only one way to stop my father
“Oh dear, I’d be happy to help if I could, but things are really tough right now. I’ll send you money as soon as I have any. Is that okay?" Kayla said soothingly, and I sighed rubbing my hurting head. My eyes were sore from crying, and when I was informed that Liam had fallen into a coma a few days after I was kicked out of our estate, I resorted to calling my only friend in Atlanta. She was my last chance in this overwhelming situation, and her response intensified my fears. “What about the life insurance for Liam? Why not withdraw from there?" She suggested. I ran my hands through my hair and said, “Life insurance?"“Yeah" she responded. “Th--Thank you Kayla" I stuttered, hanging up the call. I was too broken to continue the conversation. Liam's life insurance was a secret I had only told Kayla, and I had constantly hidden to save the money for three years. The plan was never to withdraw now, not when my child was just three years old but currently my hands were tied. Pacing a