Warren's POV
Warren's heart turn cold at the revelation. He was played like a fool and what's worse than that was Bella doesn't want him back to his life anymore. He was supposed to win her heart back in their trip, but it didn't happen.He thought things will go back to how it was, once he sets things back to normal. However, the truth slapped him hard.Warren couldn't sleep in the plane, he couldn't take his mind off to what happened and to the truth.He gulped his alcoholic drink carefully, his eyes pinned on Bella sleeping peacefully a few chairs in front of him.He hiccuped. "Hick... hick.""She's really an angel and I made her lose her wings," Warren thought to himself. He closed his eyes shut, not liking the thought.Anyways, he already made up his mind. He's supposed to make things right whether Bella rejected her or not and that's what he's going to do once the plane landed.He's gonna be a good father, he's going to treat Bella the wWarren didn't expect his parents to be patiently waiting for him in the living room with bright smiles on their faces.Of course they knew he had arrived, his employees might have informed them of his arrival. Besides, they knew he would be coming home this day."Oh, son," his mother greeted him and gave him a tight hug. She's smiling and looked like she's near on her tears. However, this didn't make Warren to hesitate in what he's about to tell them."How was the trip?" She asked him and sat on the chair she was sitting on when Warren caught her attention"I asked the bank for any transactions you might had in France and we saw nothing. You spent not even a penny," Wilson stated and gave him a stern stare, demanding for an answer.Yes, Warren didn't use his card or savings in the bank for their expenses in France. He paid everything in cash because he knew his father would see everything if he brought his card with him. He would find out that he's buying fo
Ivy’s POVMy whole body weakened, and I crashed down on the floor, trembling. My tears streamed endlessly when Warren left. I couldn’t believe that this happened on the day when we were supposed to get married.I waited for five years and I loved him before Bella. He’s supposed to be mine. HE’S MINE. But that bitch took him from me.With trembling arms, I raised my hand and wiped the tears from my face. Carefully, I stood up and walked to my bedroom where my phone is.I sniffed as I dialed the numbers. “Gemma, the wedding is over. Everything is over!” I sobbed hysterically and sat on the edge of my bed.“What happened?” Gemma asked loudly on the phone.“He knew... He knew everything that happened,” I cried out. “He just came here after his trip in France and he told me that he knows everything. He threatened me before he left. He said not to show my face to him or his family ever again.&r
"He just gave up that easily," I thought to myself and fell flat on my bed. I felt hot tears threatening to come out of the edge of my eyes.Dad has clear intentions towards mom and us. His motives are clear. He only wants to be a part of us and to take responsibility for every mistake that he did. We cannot stop just like that. Not when everything we want is within our reach. A simple conversation is the only thing they need to fix everything. A simple conversation to make things right.I carefully went out of my bed, making sure not to make even the smallest noise.I twisted the door open carefully and closed it back before tiptoeing down the stairs. I started looking for the keys inside the plant box that was placed in the living room. I know that sneaking out of the house in the middle of the night is dangerous, especially for a small kid like me. However, I had to do something. Charles is already giving up and everything we worked hard for is going down the drain
Jerome’s POVIt’s 11:48 in the evening and instead of being at home or hitting girls in the club, we are stuck in the car staring at the mansion where the kid we are supposed to kidnap lives.The leaves of the trees and the darkness of the night covered us from sight. No one will notice and hold us suspicious here, especially that we are the only people outside.Braden and I came here to take a look at their house and to see if it’s possible to sneak inside it and take the children by force without making much commotion.Our boss’s commands were simple. We need to bring her the kids as soon as possible.We had been monitoring their house and movements for two days. We know where they study, what time they go and off to school, but none of them were helpful in our plans.The twins listen to the adults well. They don’t go out of school and they sit next to the school’s security guard while waiting for their aunt to fetc
Charles is a sleepyhead, and it's always hard to rouse him up. He never wakes up at the first time I shout his name in the morning and yet hearing my voice was enough to wake him up today."Yes, it's me," I told him sweetly, and sat on the edge of his bed. I rubbed his hair softly and smiled at him."Your not sick anymore?" He asked. This time, his eyes are now fully opened."No, I'm okay now."My brows knitted together when he coughed deeply. "Are you okay?" I asked him worriedly and placed the back of my hand on his forehead. "Charles, you're having a fever!" I exclaimed.Charles sniffed. "I feel cold." He tucked his blanket closer to his body, shaking."It's okay, you'll get well soon. You just need to take some medicine." I smiled at him.I looked at Charlie's bed, hoping to see her, but I was surprised when I found it empty."Where's Charlie?" I asked Charles."I don't know, I just woke up," he said in a weak voice.Thinking tha
I held and kissed the back of Charles’s hand as I watch his chest rise and fall in every breath he makes. With Drew’s help, we were able to rush him to the hospital and had the doctors check him on time. They took different tests on him to see the cause of his nosebleed and why he fainted.This is the first time he became this seriously sick. I thought he just had a normal cold and I was so worried when he fainted right in front of me.He looks so weak with the IV attached to him. We were still waiting for the test results and I hope it wasn’t that serious. I can’t afford to worry about the two of them in the same time. Charles needs to get better as soon as possible so I can focus on looking for my daughter.Lisa was left in the house to talk to the police and report my daughter missing. While Drew has been making phone calls for me talking to my secretaries, the important people that I am scheduled to meet and informing other people about wha
I gasped in fear and my hand instinctly covered my mouth in shock when I recognized the men who kidnapped my daughter. Tears pooled out of my eyes as I saw how they harshly handled her and at how frightened Charlie was.Jerome carried her like she was nothing all I could see in my daughter’s face was fear. Fear for her life.I still remember their names, Jerome and Braden. How could I forget the name of the person whom I had nightmares of trying to catch me in the dark, taunting me, trying to kill me.I knew what it felt to to feel small, to feel helpless in front of a dangerous person that you don’t know. It isn’t them that makes you feel scared, but the uncertainty of what they might do to you and what can happen to you and the people that you love.Charlie is just four years old, she needs me. She can’t be alone feeling all that.“My baby,” I murmured in tears.I felt Warren’s hand around me, caressing my sho
Ivy’s POV“Ugh! She looks exactly like her mother,” Gemma said in distaste as she plopped down on the couch beside me.I watched as she rolled her eyes and stare at Bella’s daughter with pure loathing. I don’t know why she hated Bella so much. She’s not her sister, but still they grew up together in the same house. How could she hate a person this much that she hated seeing her happy and well and couldn’t stand to look at the face of her daughter just because she looks like her.“Should we wait until she wakes up or should we wake her now?” She asked me, her attention now fully focused on me.I averted my gaze and looked at Charlie. She’s tied on a chair, that is too big for her. Her feet is dangling and tied and her head is placed on her left shoulder as she sleeps deeply. She will surely have a neck strain when she wakes up.“Are you sure that we did the right thing?” I asked her with