Michael’s Pov:I froze as I stared at the man standing on my doorstep, a stranger yet oddly familiar. It took a moment for recognition to sink in, my uncle whom I hadn’t seen in years. My mind raced, trying to comprehend the words spilling from his lips. “We've been searching for you for years, " he said, his voice had a tone of urgency “ I don’t know what the hell happened or why you had run away from home but I do know something; your father is Ill Michael. It’s time for you to come back.” He said.My heart pounded in my chest as I struggled to process the bombshell dropped on me.”But I’ve built a life here” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. “ A different life”.My uncle’s gaze softened, understanding evident in his eyes .” I know Michael. But your family needs you. Your father needs you . And there’s something else... You have a responsibility to your legacy. Your father’s empire .... It’s yours now”.My mind reeled at the weight of my uncle’s words. I had left beh
Rosemarie’s Pov:Anne led us to an abandoned warehouse. She believed James would be there.After the call, she told us how there was a particular sound in the background of the call.It was the sound of iron meeting iron and it is a sound that she heard when she once went to the warehouse.She said James usually goes there because he said the place is serene and it was an ideal place for him to work from home.She had totally forgotten about the warehouse because they hadn’t gone there in a long time, even before the divorce.Michael drove us to the warehouse. I looked at him and I couldn’t be any more grateful that he was there.I had imagined when I had called him he would have simply ignored me or, better still, wouldn’t come after telling him about Jasmine’s kidnapping after the last encounter we had.He could have just easily said he wasn’t coming, it’s not like he was in their lives after all, but Michael came here with immediate effect after the call and she was glad he did.An
Michael’s Pov:Everywhere seemed choked up, I couldn’t breathe. I felt like air left my lungs, I struggled for air after inhaling In and out for a few hours, I was back to myself.A voice kept on ringing in my head “it should have been you, it should have been you, how would you live with yourself now?”.I smoothened out my suit and knotted my tie, I couldn’t break down, I couldn’t be vulnerable. I need to be on my best self for Marie and the twins.As I headed downstairs to my car, my phone buzzed, and it was my colleague at work. He asked when I’ll be coming back to work because I have been away for months now.I promised that I would be back soon and that I had something to take care of. I wasn’t lying, I had to go back. Furthermore, I haven’t seen Cara in a long time and my heart still yearns for her and my child growing inside her, but I just had to do this one last thing for Marie.As I headed to the funeral I had only one thing stuck in my mind.Would Marie hate me from now o
Rosemarie’s pov: Days turn to weeks, weeks turn to months and my sister is gone just like yesterday. Everyday as I woke up, it still hit me hard that I was never going to see her again. It felt like a missing piece of me was gone but I had to move on. It wasn’t easy because everyday seems to be a struggle but I had to be strong for the twins. Since after the accident, Jasmine has been keeping to herself and it felt like she had fallen into depression. Jada complained about her twin almost everyday that she wasn’t as active as before which made me make up my mind for her to see a therapist, she had appointments twice a week. It really helped because she had begun to go back to her old self. Michael helped in his own way by coming every weekend to come spend some time with the girls . They had really grown accustomed to him, he would even never come empty handed but always show up with presents for the girl. Sometimes he got gifts for me too which I appreciated in turn. I had
Michael’s POV:The sun came out to play today which only means it is a great day to take my girls to the beach. It was like a pre-birthday outing, I just wanted to do something special for them before the actual birthday party. Of course, the girls were both so happy to hear about the beach, their mum had put them in their best dresses and had gladly handed them over to me so she could have her alone time for some while before they came back. The drive to the beach was so much fun, I had played the best of Shawn Mendes's songs all through and the girls seemed to be obsessed with Shawn Mendes. I had invited Marie to tag along but she bailed saying she had to plan the birthday party since it was fast approaching. I had packed up food to eat at the beach, cheeseburgers and cupcakes with sandwiches. On getting to the beach, the girls ran around like they were birds that had just been set free. I went ahead to set up our space for the picnic while keeping an eye on the twins so they w
Rosemarie’s pov: I returned home with a whirlwind of thoughts swirling in my mind. Was I experiencing a dream or a hallucination? How could I have seen James when he was supposed to be at the station? As I stepped into my house, I made sure to lock all the doors and windows, unwilling to take any chances of a potential intruder, especially after encountering James unexpectedly. My heart raced with fear and uncertainty as I dialed Michael’s number, seeking assurance and protection for my twins. Despite his concern, I couldn’t bring myself to divulge the truth about my encounter with James. Instead, I brushed it off as a vague feeling, unwilling to risk alarming Michael with the possibility of my hallucinations or worse, the potential threat posed by James. Every creak of the floorboards and rustle of the wind outside only amplified my anxiety. I couldn’t shake off the image of James from my mind, wondering if he was truly there or if my mind was playing tricks on me. The unc
Michael PovIn the aftermath of the twins’ jubilant birthday celebration, a sense of disquiet settled over me regarding Marie’s demeanor. Despite her tireless efforts in orchestrating a spectacular party that left everyone in high spirits, there lingered an elusive feeling that something was amiss with her. Beneath her radiant smile and effervescent charm, there lurked a shadow of concern that she seemed determined to conceal from me.It was during one quiet evening, as the twins lay nestled in their beds, that Marie’s voice trembled with an undercurrent of fear as she inquired about their safety. With a reassuring tone, I assured her that they were safely tucked in for the night, under my vigilant watch. Yet, her inquiry was not without a hint of trepidation, a subtle plea for reassurance that left me pondering the source of her distress.Despite my persistent attempts to coax her into confiding in me, Marie remained steadfast in her reluctance to divulge the root cause of her anx
CHAPTER NINETEENRosemarie’s pov: I had resumed back to work because I couldn’t let time fly while I wasted it missing my sister due to her death. Going back to work did help take my mind off it. I was always at work; the twins stayed at their grandma’s place after school until I picked them up. Most times, they preferred to stay with Michael, but I had to tell them he traveled. He did travel, back home to claim his empire, and I was proud of him for that. The twins missed him, but they had to be patient for him to return. I also knew deep down that I missed him too. Sam would come most weekends to keep us company. Since he found out Michael was the father of my children, our friendship kind of grew apart. He never professed his feelings to me again. I think he knew I was still head over heels for Michael and might not stop loving him anytime soon. I liked the fact that he didn’t let that affect our friendship. As the days passed, my routine became a comforting rhythm, shi
Rosemarie’s pov: As Rosemarie grappled with the shocking revelation about Michael’s past affair, she found herself trapped in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Each day, she struggled to maintain a façade of composure, hiding her seething resentment beneath a mask of civility. Yet, despite her efforts to distance herself, the weight of betrayal hung heavy in the air, poisoning every interaction between them.Haunted by the knowledge of Michael’s infidelity, Rosemarie couldn’t bear to look into his eyes without feeling a surge of anger and hurt. She wondered endlessly about Cara, the woman who had been wronged in ways she could scarcely imagine. What must Cara be feeling now, knowing the truth about her husband’s betrayal? Despite his attempts to bridge the growing chasm between them, Michael’s presence only served to exacerbate Rosemarie’s turmoil. Each visit he paid to see the twins became a torturous ordeal, as she struggled to maintain her façade of indifference in his p
Michael’s POV:Michael sat in stunned silence, the weight of the revelation crashing over him like a tidal wave. The secret he had kept buried for so long had finally come to light, and its implications were more profound than he could have ever imagined. As he absorbed the words of the letter, memories flooded back to him—memories of a summer long ago, when he was just a teenager and the forbidden romance he had shared with the maid who worked in his family’s home.He remembered the stolen glances exchanged in the hallways, the whispered promises made under the cover of night, and the reckless passion that had consumed them both. But most of all, he remembered the overwhelming guilt that had plagued him ever since, the guilt of betraying his family and the consequences of his actions. And now, all these years later, the maid had resurfaced, bearing not only the burden of their past but also the weight of a child—a child Michael had never known existed.As the truth settled in, Mi
Rosemarie’s POV: As Rosemarie’s heart shattered in the wake of the announcement, she found solace in the love she held for her twins.Despite the turmoil within her, she resolved to carry on with life as best she could.While the ache of longing for Michael never truly faded, she focused on cherishing the moments with her children and finding joy in their laughter and innocence.Returning home to her twins, Rosemarie was greeted with open arms and radiant smiles. The warmth of their embrace helped to ease the pain that weighed heavily on her heart.Though they asked for their father, she reassured them with a smile, promising that he would return soon. Weeks stretched into months, and still, Michael did not come back. The demands of his newfound responsibilities consumed him, leaving little time for anything else.Yet, despite his absence, he made sure to check in on Rosemarie and the twins at intervals, his messages serving as a lifeline amidst the chaos of his new life.In the qu
Michael’s POV: After the announcement, my father’s health deteriorated rapidly. Each passing day seemed to bring a new challenge, and the weight of responsibility pressed down on my shoulders with increasing force.The following week, he passed away, leaving me to bear the burden of leadership alone. In the wake of his death, my duties multiplied exponentially.Meetings, decrees, and endless administrative tasks consumed every waking moment. There was scarcely a moment to grieve, let alone to tend to my own needs or those of Rosemarie and the twins or Cara and my unborn child. I had intended to sit down with Rosemarie, to reassure her, to explain the complexities of the situation we found ourselves in.But time slipped through my fingers like grains of sand, and before I knew it, days had turned into weeks, and still, I had not found the opportunity to share my thoughts with her.The decision to publicly announce that Cara would remain my wife and that Rosemarie’s twins would be he
Rosemarie’s Pov: I felt a knot down my stomach when he said that statement. I couldn’t find myself to say anything so I just left quietly while closing the door behind me. As I got close to my allocated room, a tear threatened to fall off my face but I promised myself I won’t cry anymore and I’ll be fine either way with Michael’s decision. I couldn’t sleep a wink that night as I anticipated all through for the next morning. Morning came and I was being served eggs on toast for breakfast and was told to come down shortly after because the prince , Michael, had a short announcement to make. A dress was left for me by the bed and the maid left. I began to contemplate if I should go downstairs like they said or I should just lock myself all day and pretend nobody exists. The latter isn’t an option because I can’t just stay here while my girls miss me at home. I ate breakfast as fast as I could and headed downstairs slowly with anticipation to know my fate. As I climbed down the
Michael’s Pov: It was all a lie , it was all a big fucking lie. If they had told me outside I wouldn’t have believed it but Marie was standing right in front of me and was telling me all the moments we shared when we were young were all a lie. She began to beg and say that our love wasn’t fake but mutual but my head couldn’t shake off the thought that woman I loved, the woman I was ready to spend my entire life with was actually a scam and had signed a contract behind my back with my mom when we were younger so she could heal me from depression. After blurting out everything ,I left her front immediately and headed for the car. I needed to breathe and think and I couldn’t do that with her in front of me. I saw an evil smirk at my mother’s face as I passed by and I shook my head with disappointment. She proceeded to say that she was right after all that she had always told me that Rosemarie was no good to me but only a walking shade of bad luck. As I got to my car, I zoomed of
CHAPTER TWENTY ONERosemarie’s Pov: Time seems to fly and I’ve been working all day, all week. My girls barely saw me and I hated it. My mum kept on complaining but I kept giving excuses to her even though I knew I couldn’t stop or else I’ll miss Anne and I’ll go back to depression. Weekend came and I decided to take my girls out for a picnic. I had realized I was a bad mom and I needed to create more time for them. I had packed up their favorite meal and we headed straight to the beach. I could see the joy in their faces as we drove off, I hadn’t had this amount of fun with them for a long time, I admitted. On getting to the beach they both told me that they wished Michael was there and I knew deep down I wanted him there but he had gone home to settle family matters and we awaited his return. We played a lot of games, we played hide and seek, built Sandcastles and played with other kids on the beach. At a point, I got tired and just watched them from afar as I rested on a b
Michael’s POV: As Michael stepped into the grand foyer of his ancestral home, memories flooded back to him. The familiar scent of polished wood and old books mingled with the faint aroma of his mother's favourite flowers.But his reverie was shattered when he saw his father lying weakly in bed, surrounded by worried servants. "Father," Michael rushed to his side, heart heavy with concern. "What has happened?" His father's voice was weak, but his eyes held a glimmer of determination. "Michael, my son, I'm afraid my time is near. The burden of our family legacy falls upon your shoulders now. “Michael’s heart sank.He had always known that one day he would inherit the family empire, but he hadn't expected it to be under such dire circumstances. And the mention of his uncle's scheming only added to his worries. "But fear not, Michael," his father continued, gripping his hand tightly. "There is a way for you to claim your rightful place as the heir. You must bring home a wife and
CHAPTER NINETEENRosemarie’s pov: I had resumed back to work because I couldn’t let time fly while I wasted it missing my sister due to her death. Going back to work did help take my mind off it. I was always at work; the twins stayed at their grandma’s place after school until I picked them up. Most times, they preferred to stay with Michael, but I had to tell them he traveled. He did travel, back home to claim his empire, and I was proud of him for that. The twins missed him, but they had to be patient for him to return. I also knew deep down that I missed him too. Sam would come most weekends to keep us company. Since he found out Michael was the father of my children, our friendship kind of grew apart. He never professed his feelings to me again. I think he knew I was still head over heels for Michael and might not stop loving him anytime soon. I liked the fact that he didn’t let that affect our friendship. As the days passed, my routine became a comforting rhythm, shi