Becky’s POV “Please, don't talk like that, Rebecca,” Philip pleaded. He held my hands, and my heart skipped. “I really love you, and I will not stop at anything to make us a reality.” “But-““No buts. If the child is mine, I will accept it, but that does not mean that I have to accept Celine and I won’t,” he said firmly.I sighed. “There is something I have to tell you.”He looked at me.“I am leaving in a month's time.”“Come on Rebecca! You can’t decide to go just because of-““It is not because of that. I made this decision a while ago,” I said, and explained to him what my mom had offered.He was silent for some minutes when I was done talking.“You were going to leave without telling me?” He said finally.“No. I was just waiting for the right time.”“But you don’t have to leave. You can enroll in a college in this state.”“My mom insists that it has to be in New York. And right now, I agree with her.”“Please think it over. You may change your mind.”“I don’t think so.”“Please
Becky’s POV “She said she had convinced you to go to New York because it was far from here just like he wanted,” my sister continued. “And that as long as the man paid the tuition, then you will never suspect.”I stared at Wendy, too shocked to say anything.“Then she said the guy had to give her more than they had agreed to, because if not for her, his plan would never have worked. That if he thought it was so easy why couldn’t he make you take the money when he first offered it.” I felt myself losing color.“What did the guy look like?” I asked hoarsely.“Tall, compact, gray hair and eyes. Do you know him?”I did not say anything. The words refused to spill out of my mouth.“Are you okay?” Wendy asked, worried.“Yeah, I am fine. What else did they say?”“That was everything I heard. Do you know who the guy is?”“I am not really sure.”“What are you going to do? Are you still going to New York?”“I don’t know yet. But if Mom lied to me, then I am not.”“Are you sure you are okay?”
Phillip’s POV I was pacing my study when Gran came in.“Not now, Gran,” I said. I am not available for a lecture.“Yes now,” she said, coming in. “Do you think Celine is saying the truth?”“I am not sure of what to believe, Gran.”“So she could be right? That you are the father?”I suddenly felt tired and sat down behind my desk.“Maybe.” I shrugged. “I can not tell, Gran, I am confused.”“What are you planning to do?” She asked.“Get a DNA test done,” I said firmly.“And if it is yours?”“I will have to accept it, but I am not marrying Celine. I care less what she or her father say. Right now my problem is how to maintain my relationship with Rebecca. I do not want this whole thing to affect our relationship.”“I will talk to her, and you should too. Let her understand where she stands in your life,” she advised.I nodded. “Thanks Gran, I really appreciate it.”“Do not be worried dear, you have my support. Everything will be alright.”I took Gran's advice and made efforts to speak w
Becky’s POV I was still feeling uncomfortable about Celine's father. I knew Ben Davis would not just give up, and I was wondering his next line of action.“He will not easily back off,” I told Phillip.“Ben has no choice than to by the time I tell him I know what he is doing and warn him to keep off.”I frowned a little and shrugged, too upset to argue.Phillip stood up.“Shall we?” he said, pulling me up.“Where are we heading to?” I asked, alarmed.“I am taking you for a drive.”“A what? It is nearly midnight.”“Yep, a midnight drive.”“No, it is too late, and I am not dressed,” I said, looking at my pajamas. “Who cares!” He said, throwing me over his shoulder.“Hey!” I protested.He ignored me and carried me downstairs and to his car.“This is crazy!” I said as he started the engine.“I know, right?” He agreed.“Where are we heading to?” I asked.“I don’t know, just a drive to relax and clear our heads.”“But-““Shhh… just enjoy.”He put on a CD and romantic music filled the car.
Becky’s POV I looked at the phone. Was Ben Davis really threatening me? Huh! The pig head doesn’t know who he is messing with. Whatever he had planned, I was ready for him.Anna still hadn’t come out, so I called Jenny.“Hey Reb, I was just about to call you. How is it going? Has Phillip proposed yet?” She teased.I sighed. “Everything has been going crazy.”“How? Tell me about them.”I told her everything that had happened to me, including Ben Davis’ call.“Wait a sec! Davis paid your mom?” She asked, shocked.“Honestly, if it had not come from Wendy, I wouldn’t have believed it. And when I confronted my mom, she confirmed it.”“How could she do that?”“I don’t know,” I sighed.“But why does Ben want you out of town?”“So his daughter, Celine, can get back with Phillip, especially now she is pregnant for him.”“I can not believe that. What are you going to do?”“Nothing. I am not going anywhere. I don’t care what Davis says or does.”“Careful Reb, I have heard of the guy, he sounds
On the drive home I was still wondering why a rich lady like Sandra Martins would be interested in someone like me. I did not believe it was just because of my friendship with Jenny.“Tell me more about your Aunt,” I told Jenny.“You know most things about her. Her life is all over social media.”“I know. Tell me things that aren’t on social media, like, does she have any family?”She laughed. “That is on social media too.”I gave up. We dropped her at her house.“I will miss you dummy,” I grinned, hugging her.“Me too. Don’t worry, I will be back soon.” She got out of the car and waved to me as I was driven back to the estate.Frank was in the living room when I walked in.“Hey Becky, where have you been?” He asked.“Hanging out with my friend Jenny. Where are Phillip and Anna?” I asked.“Reading upstairs. You look like you have been enjoying yourself,” he smiled at me.“Yeah, Jenny and I went to see her aunt, Sandra Martin.”“Sounds fun. You rarely want to hang out with me anymore,”
Phillip’s POV On my way to work on Monday morning, I thought of ways I could surprise Rebecca. This evening I wanted us to do something romantic. Maybe a candlelight dinner on the rooftop? Maybe a swim at midnight with a bottle of wine?I was still considering it while in the elevator to my office.Frank was waiting for me with bad news.“Hey, you look pleased,” he said.“I am. I am happy and in love.”“Good for you. I am sorry to bring this up, but another investor has pulled out of the business,” he said.“Oh, no!” I groaned, taking my seat. “Why? What is their problem? What did we do?”He shrugged. “I guess they are not happy doing business with us anymore.”“But why?” “Maybe they got better offers.”“Give me their names, I will talk to them.”“No need. It will make them think you are desperate. I have already talked to them, and they still insist they don’t want to do business with us anymore.”“This is bad,” I sighed.“But we have enough investors to keep business going smoothl
Becky’s POV I was walking around anxiously in the cell. I find it hard to believe that this really happened to me.Had I truly been arrested? I looked around. I was all right. I kept replaying the incident in my head.“You are under arrest,” the police said.“What! No he is lying. I did not do anything. She attacked me first,” I insisted.“I didn’t, officer! She attacked me. You heard what this man said,” Kate said, pointing to the stranger.“Yeah, officer, this girl is the one looking for trouble.” The man nodded at me.I tried to explain but the police officer's mind was already made up. He arrested me and drove me to the station.“I did not break any rules,” I kept insisting.But it was no use. I was booked and put into a cell.There were two other people in the cell. They looked at me with interest, but remained silent.I was allowed to make a phone call when I was arrested. I had immediately called Phillip, but I was not able to get through. It was as if he had blocked my number
Becky’s POV“Are you okay?” Jenny asked as we left the café.“Sure,” I nodded.“I hope you aren’t thinking about Jerry, the jerk?”“A little. I don’t want the loser making trouble for me.”“Relax. He won’t. He is just making noise. Come on, let's go pick out your wedding dress.”I winced. I didn’t want to go with her because I knew her very well. She would pick out the thinnest, most expensive dress in the shop and I was right.“No way Jenny. This dress barely covers me,” I protested as she pulled it from the hanger.“So? It is a wedding, and not a funeral dress. This is perfect.”I squinted my eyes, “No it isn’t.”“Try it on and see.”Sighing, I did. It was worse than I imagined.“I need something more covered up,” I said, frowning.We tried a few more dresses, but still couldn’t find the right one.The store assistant asked us to come on Saturday afternoon when a new shipment would have arrived.“Okay, we will be here on Saturday, and I promise to get you a dress,” Jenny said.“I ca
Becky’s POV“We read you are getting married, congratulations,” he said.“Thanks.”“You are preparing for the wedding, right?” Someone else asked.“Yes.” I answered, not sure what to make of it.“Would you be able to juggle working and preparing?”“It will not be easy actually, but I will try.” I shrugged.“How about you take time off and let us handle things here until after the wedding?” The manager suggested.“No, I can’t. I have to run this place.”“When you come back,” the company’s accountant added. “We will help you hold this place down. Meanwhile, concentrate on your wedding.”Everyone agreed. I didn’t want to, but their suggestion made sense. So I had no choice but to obey.By 3:00 PM that afternoon I was waiting for Jenny at the airport. Her plane was late and l was getting impatient when I saw her coming towards me. “Becky!” She said, hugging me tightly. “It feels like centuries!”“I have missed you too,” I said, putting her bags in the truck.“I have so much to tell you a
Becky’s POVA week has passed, and I still hadn’t gotten over the shock of my discovery. Phillip tried to help me heal, but I was still upset anytime I thought of how much time I had spent not knowing my real mother. I tried to imagine if she had ever come around to visit. She hadn’t. She just abandoned me.Luckily I had already quit Lenora Fashions, so I didn’t have to go there or see Sandra. She called me almost every day, but I ignored those annoying calls. I wanted nothing to do with her.“Sandra called me. She says she has been calling you, you aren’t picking up,” Phillip said at breakfast one morning.“Why is she calling me? What does she want?” I snapped.“To talk to you.”“She has survived years without talking to me, or even seeing me so why the sudden change?” “Babe, I know you are hurt and angry, but please you have to calm down and talk to her. She is your mother. And she loves you.”“No, if she did, she wouldn’t have abandoned me.”“She does. She didn’t abandon you. Try
Becky POVI ran as if someone was after me. I didn’t know where I was going and didn’t care. I just wanted to get away. Running, I had only one thing in mind: Sandra was my mother! I had lived with her for weeks and never realized it. Phillip was aware, why hadn’t he told me? Who else knew? I imagined that I had run a few feet, but I was shocked when I saw where I was; in the center of the town. I must have run for an hour, perhaps. My heart and legs ached. I observed around, and noticed a café I often went to across the street. I went in and ordered coffee immediately, eager to calm my nerves, and get hold of the situation at hand.It was unbelievable for me. I preferred to run away because I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I was suddenly very furious. All along I had been living with April who didn’t love me, thinking I was the problem, not knowing my real mom was so close and didn’t say anything. If I hadn’t started asking questions, would she have still kept silent? And why had m
Becky’s POVOn Saturday afternoon Sandra called me.“Rebecca, how would you like to come to dinner this evening?” She asked.“Yeah, sure but,” I hesitated. Phillip and I planned to go to a movie. “Phil and I have plans.”“I won’t keep you long. I promise. I want to talk to you. It is kind of important.”“Is everything okay?”“Yes. Please come.” She sounded serious.“Okay sure. When and where?” I asked worriedly.“Five in the evening. At my house. I will be waiting for you.”“Who was that?” Phillip asked, coming to join me in the living room.“Sandra. She is inviting me to dinner this evening. I will try to be early so we can move on with our plans.”“Sure.” He joined me on the sofa. “Are you okay? You looked troubled.”“Sandra’s tone speaks of anxiety. I don’t know what it is, but it sounds serious.“Really? Have you told her you are leaving her company?”“Yes, but she said she was okay with it.”“Then relax. I am sure it is nothing. Maybe she just wants to sort a few things out,” he
Becky’s POVI looked at the door, but did not see anything unusual. I turned back and was shocked to see Phillip on his knees, holding out a sparkling diamond ring.My hands flew to my mouth; my skin turned crimson red, embarrassed by the number of people staring at us.“Will you marry me, Rebecca?” I could hear some people in the background saying, “Awn!” “Say yes!”I didn’t need much convincing. I had longed for this day.“Yes!” I screamed excitedly.He slipped the ring on my finger, and kissed me. Observers clapped while I blushed red.I couldn’t wait to get back to our car.“Phillip! Did it have to be in the public?” I asked, still flushed.“I love you. I want the whole world to know.”He kissed me, then started the engine. When we got home we changed into our pajamas and cuddled together in the living room, while sharing a bottle of our favorite wine.“How would you like our wedding?” Phillip asked as we sipped our drinks.“Something small, but beautiful.”He laughed. “It cannot
Becky’s POVOr could my mom have been lying to her sister? I didn’t think so. Why should she? I shut my laptop, and began thinking far back. Growing up, I had sometimes wondered if she was really my mother the way she treated me. Now after hearing this, I had my answer. But I needed more. Where would I get them? The only people who could have told me were her and my late Dad. I doubt if she would accept to tell me. I thought of Aunt Helen. Perhaps she knew something, and if she did, would she open up?I decided I will have to visit her and find out. But first, my arm had to heal. I was still sitting in the garden when an emerald green car drove in. I was wondering who it was before Phillip stepped out. He saw me and waved.“Nice car,” I complimented, walking over to him.“Do you think so?”“Sure. I love the color, and I know Anna would love it too,” I told him.“Anna? You think this is for her?”“Isn’t it? You talked about buying her a new car some weeks ago.”“Yeah, but her doctor
Becky POVI gasped in fear. “What is that?” I asked in alarm.“Relax. Dinner is about to be served,” Phillip grinned.“By setting us on fire?”He laughed. “It is the food that is being set on fire. This is a Hibachi restaurant. We eat and are entertained.”I have heard of such a restaurant, but had never been in one. I watched the chef perform magic tricks, and settled down to be entertained.It was a lot more fun than I had imagined. Phillip fed me the food so all I did was relax and enjoy. When it was over, he drove me to see a movie.“I enjoyed today. Can we do it again tomorrow?” I said.“I will be happy to. Maybe I will find another interesting place.”“How did you find this one?”“I was searching for something to entertain you.”“Why?” I asked teasingly.“Because I love you.” I smiled, and kissed him.“How about we skip the movie and just go home to enjoy each other’s company?” I suggested.Phillip was okay with my request as he said, “Sounds good to me.”It was late when we go
Becky’s POV“What does it look like?” he asked, nibbling my ear.“It looks like something romantic,” I said, staring at the picnic basket near the swimming pool.“Yep, a picnic by the pool,” he grinned.“Have I told you, you are romantic?” I teased.“No. Never.”He kissed my forehead, then led me to a deck chair. He gently brought out the food from the basket, laying them on the table.“Do you like it?” He asked.“It is cute, where did you steal the idea?”“Steal? No way, I thought it up myself. Are you saying that I am not romantic?”I laughed and learned back in my chair, watching him-- wealthy, handsome, and romantic, I really was a lucky girl.We sat down to our little picnic. “Did you tell Anna I was going to be living here again?” I asked. He looked uncomfortable. “Well I tried to but…” he hesitated.“What is it?” I asked.“Gran doesn’t really remember you,” he said sadly.“What? She does not?” He shook his head.I sighed unhappily. I was sad, but not surprised.“So it has got