DORIS PUSHED the buzzer to the Evan's Mansion, waiting patiently for someone to get it. She could be written down as the most unfilial daughter in the history of unfilial daughters. She officially earned it. She felt guilty how she'd never reached out to her father all those years. Not even once. She wouldn't even blame him if he released wolves and lions on her. She punched the buzzer again. Twice. Why was no one answering? They'd probably seen them from the surveillance camera. She glanced at her son who was rocking on his feet, fidgeting with excitement and impatience to see his grandfather for the first time. At that moment, the door swung open and the grinning face of Nanny Nancy whom she'd missed so much, greeted them at the entrance. "Nanny Nancy!" Doris screeched, falling into the older woman's outspread arms with enthusiasm. Nanny Nancy was nothing but her true mother. She was the only one who had made her feel what motherly love was all about
BRAD WAS in his home office when the door flew open and Nora came skipping in on her flip-flops. A broad grin stretched across Nora's lips, her brown eyes sparkling with glee. "Hi, Dad," she said. "I hope I'm not bothering you?" Brad returned her smile. "Well, you're already here, ain't you?" He joshed softly. "What do you want, sweetie?" "Oh! I was wondering if we could invite Doris and Max for dinner?" She asked sweetly. It'd been quite a while since he last seen his daughter this cheerful on a regular. It was barely three weeks since Doris and Max had arrived but she was so in love with her little brother just as much as he was with her. Nora and Max were inseparable, like two halves of a whole. When they were together, it was as if the rest of the world faded away, and nothing else mattered. They were more than siblings. They were best friends, soulmates, and confidants, sharing every moment of their lives with each other. However, Nora had to go to s
IT WAS TIME! Time to set her revenge plan in motion! And number one on her list of how to defrost a frost lord's stone-cold heart was. . . GET HIS ATTENTION! Getting her revenge was what she could think about now and there was no perfect way to execute her plan without melting Brad's heart first. And melting his heart was about the toughest thing to accomplish in the world right next to climbing Mount Everest. Which was why she needed to get closer to him, pretend to be interested in his interests, and force her way through that icy wall. Doris had utilized the past few weeks to assemble significant information—in fact, all kinds of information, that she could get her hands on about Brad. Which included his work, recreation, daily activities— name it. The goal was to feign enthusiasm for what he liked or did on a regular as an excuse to spend more time with him. But honestly, there wasn't much this man had an interest in. She'd made a list of his daily routine whi
"I STILL don't get why I have to get dragged here every Saturday when I have to be working?" Brad grumbled as his father, Zachary Bruce, tossed him a golf club. "Because if you don't, you'll find yourself in a never-ending stream of blind dates to go on. EVERYDAY!" His mother, Angela Bruce, responded matter-of-factly from behind him. When he turned to face her, a wicked grin stretched her ruby-red lips. "You know I don't bluff. You haven't forgotten how it was the last time, right?" Oh, how could he forget? His mother was the number one advocate of finding him a wife and her granddaughter, a mother. She'd set him up on a plethora of blind dates to which he'd begged, grovellingly, for her to stop. Eventually, she agreed to do so, on the condition that he would follow her instructions from then on which included joining the family's golf-playing ritual every Saturday. For the reason he was willing to escape his mother's matchmaking schemes and going on blind dates was a
THE WARM autumn breeze blew through the air, carrying with it the scent of adventure, and as Doris breathed it in, she felt a spark of something new ignite within her. Her eyes glowed with a wild light, and a smirk played on her lips as if she had a secret that the world could never know. She walked with a purpose toward The Bruces, her movements radiating confidence and determination. The curve of her plumped lips morphed into a smile from the heat she noticed burning in Brad's green eyes. He looked hot in that golf attire, by the way. Sizzling, charring, extra-hot! She thought. Like, how was it even possible a t-shirt and pants looked as sexy as—if not more sexy than—a well-tailored suit on a man? This man was sculpted differently. "Brad?!" Doris blinked as if she was shocked to see him there. And then, she turned her attention to the rest of The Bruces. "Hello!" "Hello," They vocalized in harmony. Grins spread on each of their faces as they gave Brad meaningf
THE SUN streamed through the window, casting a spotlight on Doris' desk, but she barely noticed. Her eyes were glazed over, her mind far away from the magazine at hand. She had been staring at the same page of the fashion magazine for what felt like an eternity, and her brain was starting to feel numb. The pictures and words on the page seemed to swim before her eyes, blurring into a sea of meaningless rubbish. Doris was in the throes of the most deadly foe an idle person can face: boredom. For someone who had been active most of her life, this current stay-at-home life wasn't settling well with her. She needed to finish her business here and go back to Paris or at least find a new hobby—other than tormenting Brad—to alleviate her boredom. As she opened the door, the autumn air hit her like a breath of fresh life. It was warm and invigorating, refreshing and rejuvenating, like a warm blanket and a cool breeze all at once, carrying with it the scent of the changing season.
SHE WAS DRIVING HIM CRAZY! THAT WOMAN WAS DRIVING HIM NUTS! Blinded by irateness, he stormed passed Mrs. Hopkins who was offering him a towel, her eyes were filled with pity and a little bit of amusement. She'd been at the window, watching everything unravel, all the more mortifying for him. Pushing through the master bedroom's door, Brad headed straight for the ensuite bathroom, peeling off his soggy clothes, violently, from his body. How can one woman be so infuriating? How can one person in not less than a month drive him this crazy? He was convinced that she was intentionally torturing him. The night before, he had returned home from a meeting, only to discover that his shoes had somehow become glued to his feet. It was a perplexing and frustrating situation, to say the least. He tried to peel the shoes off but to no avail. No amount of tugging or pulling seemed to work. He was stuck, quite literally. It took strenuous and painful effort to finally separat
"BRAD! OPEN THE DOOR! TALK TO ME! BRAADD!!!" Brad turned his head abruptly to the direction of his room's door. What does that human vermin want this time around? Why was she causing such a ruckus on a beautiful morning like this? He closed his eyes and mentally counted to ten as he shrugged into his shirt. Just when he'd thought she'd finally left him alone and here she was again, being a total nuisance. Doris kept pounding on the door. "COME ON, BRAD! OPEN UP!" She yelled. "I'M NOT GOING TO LEAVE TILL YOU TALK TO ME!" Brad sighed, walked reluctantly to the door, and swung it open. His eyes widened in surprise as she surged into his room without hesitation or permission. "Good morning to you too," he murmured. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "What do you want, Doris? And be quick about it. As you can see, I'm preparing for work." Anger and hurt swirled together inside her, and Doris found herself unable to contain her feelings any longe
PHEW! Finally, we've come to the end of the beautiful love trip! And to everyone who boarded this ride—TENKISSES! I can't begin to express how thankful I am for giving this book a chance and I hope you loved it just as you loved the first book "When The Wrong One Loves You Right" I'd love to hear your thoughts so don't hesitate to leave me a review. It means a lot to me. Now, to my nieces, who inspired "Nora and Maxie" character, I love you so much. To my incredible readers, editor, and everyone who helped make this book a success, I'm so thankful to every one of you for your support through it all. You're all awesome! And you all deserve a Happy Forever!Big Heart, Bethel W.C. Eke
TWO MONTHS LATER. . . Doris was finally happy with her family! And she enjoyed every moment of it. Her life had been a roller coaster in less than a year. She'd been through heartbreak, and pain, and had almost lost her son. Now, all she wanted to do was enjoy the little beautiful moment she shared with her family. She'd kept her promise to Lucy. She had transferred her sister to a better hospital where she was receiving the best treatment. And as for Lucy, she dropped all charges against her. She wanted to live her life in peace and happiness and she also wanted the people around her to be happy. And that was why she was riding Sam to the Evans Mansion to meet that hard-headed father of hers. Doris had flown all the way to Italy and spent a week there just to convince Sam that no woman was better for Charles Evans than her. The moment they walked into the mansion, Doris watched as they watched each other for a long moment. No words were said. And then, th
DORIS SLOWLY made her way up the rooftop of the almost dilapidated building. Praying with every wrinkle in her that the kids were safe. As she rode alone to the address that Lucy had sent her, a lot of thoughts and questions kept swirling in her head. Why was Lucy doing this to her? What wrong did she do to deserve? She tried to think of how and when she'd offended Lucy. She'd been nothing but good to her so why was she doing this? As Doris got to the rooftop, the voices of three kids who were tied to chairs so close to the very low railings, called out to her behind the duct tape muffling their cries. Doris' heart dropped to her stomach as she watched them struggle. She ran towards them to free them from their bondage but Lucy held Max's chair, tilting it towards the low railings, causing the poor kid to whimper in fright. "Move another inch and I will let go," Lucy threatened in a matter-of-factly tone. Doris held up her hand in surrender. "Okay, Lucy," she
THE NEXT morning, Brad rode in Doris' car as they hurried toward the private apartment where the special detective, Jean, Evelyn, and Jason awaited them. Detective Jean who was helping them with Doris' stalker case had sent them a collective test that he'd gotten a lead that could help them identify the psychopath terrorizing her life. Yes, it had all been a plan! Doris coming into the limelight with all that maximum force wasn't only because she wanted to pursue her career again but also because it was a plan, she'd come up with to pull the perpetrator out of his hole in order to capture him once and for all. They were basically fishing and Doris was the bait. As Doris narrated the whole plan and where they'd left off, Brad couldn't help getting increasingly worried. He still hasn't gotten over the fact that she'd almost lost her life and that they'd lost their daughter four years ago. Now, she was putting her safety on the line to catch a criminal. A
AS EXPECTED the anonymous threats came flooding in again but this time Doris was not scared. In fact, she'd been going all out. Ever since the press conference that had announced her as the president of D&M agency and her comeback as Supermodel Doris Evans, she'd been nowhere but in the public eye. She revived her social media presence, attended as many interviews as possible, and rode on whatever publicity came her way. She'd even given Geneviève the permission to commerce project expand D&M. She was not going to let some psychopathic person pull her down. AGAIN. She wasn't about to go down without a fight. And she was very well prepared. After a busy day at work, Evelyn drove Doris back home for their once-in-a-week "Girls' Night Out". That was just their upgraded version of a slumber party. As they drove into her driveway, Doris was surprised to find Brad and Nora on her doorstep. The moment they stepped out of the vehicle, Nora screeched wit
BRAD WAS A MESS! He'd never been this messed up in his entire life. Not even when his ex-wife had cheated on him. He missed Doris so much. The thought of her consumed him and filled him with longing and regret, but he knew there was no going back. He tried to focus on the present moment, but it was like a mirage, shifting and changing before his eyes. He thought about her every moment. He was even beginning to see things. He saw her everywhere he looked, her face smiling at him from every corner of his home. . . at work. . . at the coffee shop. . . everywhere. He thought he could get over her by overrunning himself with work. But, the more Brad tried to bury himself in work, the more he found himself thinking about Doris. And when he turned to alcohol for comfort, it only served to make him feel even more empty inside. He was in a vicious cycle, unable to escape the memories of her that haunted him day and night. It was as if she had become a ghost, a specter th
IT WAS already a week and Doris still couldn't get over her pain of losing Brad again. She missed him so much. She was in great pain that it hurt to even breathe. Ever since she got back to Paris, no one knew she'd arrived. Except, Max's Nanny, Lucy who had been nothing but an angel, looking after not just Max but also Doris. Doris hadn't even contacted her best friend yet. She wanted to make sure she was at least sixty percent before she met anyone she knew, especially Evelyn. Because she was bound to have another emotional breakdown once she faced her and knowing her best friend, she would book the first flight to LA to give Brad a piece of her. And she didn't want any more chaos. Doris wasn't the only one who was wrecked by the whole situation, Max was in an even more terrible state. He'd been diagnosed with separation anxiety two days after they arrived. He couldn't eat or sleep properly. And that only added to Doris' list of concerns. She hated seeing her son thi
BRAD TURNED to face Lydia. Lean, dark features set with chilling intent as he gave her a quelling look of granite hardness. "What are you talking about? He demanded harshly. Lydia crossed her arms and gave Brad a condescending look. "Oh, please," she scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Don't play dumb with me, Brad. I know you're a smart guy. And I'm pretty sure you've known a long time that Nora isn't your biological daughter." Brad's hands curled into fists as he tried to curb his temper. Lydia was right. He did know that Nora was not his biological daughter. He'd found out about the onset of her condition when the hospital had run an overall test on Nora and her Blood type had come out as a Blood type O whereas he was a type AB and so was Lydia. That piqued his curiosity which had led him to run a paternity test. He'd been shocked to his bone marrow when the result came back negative. The little princess he adored, the only beautiful thing that came out of his failed marr
"WHAT IS it, Mrs. Hopkins?" Doris prompted, a mixture of anxiety and concern in her tone. "It's Nora," Mrs. Hopkins replied. "She wouldn't stop crying since she arrived from the event." "What? Why?" Doris was saying those words a lot today, that she was starting to dread them. Concern shifted to anger on the older woman's face. "Well, apparently, her so-called mother left her a few minutes after they got to the museum to attend to a very crucial appointment and promised the poor child to return just in time. But still, now, her mother is nowhere to be found. She's not even taking her calls. Nora was brought home by Ethan's mom and since then she hasn't stopped crying. . ." Doris began to hurry towards Nora's room as Mrs. Hopkins followed behind her. How could Lydia do this to her daughter? As she approached her room she could hear her whimpers from within. She knocked softly on her door. "Nora, honey, are you okay?" "GO AWAY!" Nora screeched as her wailing am