“Izabelle, your ankle hasn't fully healed yet?” Old Mrs. Wilson asked as she saw how Izabelle walked. Although it wasn't as painful as before, she still felt stung whenever she walked and limped in a way that not everyone would notice but too bad that the grandmother’s eyes were sharp. “It has. I only feel a little sting. It doesn't hurt anymore.”With Marcel sitting at the head of the table and the grandmother at the other head, Rosie and Izabelle sat at his right-hand side and his mother sat at the grandmother’s side. “I wonder how you're going to take care of your family when you have weak blood.”Izabelle decided to act as if she didn't hear her say that. Maybe she had forgotten that she was the cause of her pain and had made her not be able to go to the studio for some weeks now. She must have forgotten that. The meal was served to them by Jamie. As requested, it was a simple meal of hamburgers and chips with sauce. One that the people sitting at the dining table love a lot. T
After handing over the child to her grandmother, Izabelle stood at the door of Marcel’s room for a while and reasoned why she accepted all of these in the first place. Now she has no choice but to act with Marcel and stay in the same room as him so that his parents would believe that they were really engaged and stop bothering him to get married to someone he doesn’t want. She contemplated whether to go inside the room or just locate somewhere else to sleep tonight. There was no way that she would gladly spend the night with Marcel. She thought of going to Rosie’s bedroom to sleep since she wasn’t there but what if the old woman finds out? That would be war right? She would ruin it all and they would find out that they were acting. Gosh! She blamed herself for accepting the condition in the first place. Maybe if he hadn’t, all would be well and she would be in her house probably sleeping in peace. Without anyone to watch her moves. She stood at the door for more than ten minutes th
Izabelle felt warmth envelope her as she laid down on the bed on her side so that her back was to Marcel. A nice smell and calming warmth enveloped her just as she closed her eyes to sleep. She felt his hands around her and he dragged her close to him away from the edge of the bed. “You don’t have to feel so tensed,” he rubbed her arms trying to make her relax as he said that. She could feel her heartbeat increasing. “Wh…what are you doing?”“Shh… Relax. I won't do anything you don't like.”Like??Marcel buried his head on her neck and inhaled her scent sharply before bringing her even more closer to himself. “I love your scent.”Izabelle could feel her toes curl at the feel of his breath on her ear. This feeling again. This feeling that she again discovered after years. The feeling inside her stomach that made her toes curl. What was he doing to her? He was giving her missed signals that she couldn't understand. There were too many missed signals. One moment he was rude and cold
“No…nothing, honey. I only came to check the reason why you and your fiancé are still on your bed and didn’t even come down for breakfast. Is something the issue, honey?” The old woman asked. Her head stretched and she tried to look into the room to see if she could see what the fiancé of her grandson was doing. She clenched her fist in anger when she saw that the lady was still sleeping with her back to them. Who the hell sleeps till this time? Moreover, she is a woman who is supposed to get up before 7 a.m. “We’re fine, grandmother. We are going to have breakfast upstairs. Can you send one of the maids to bring us breakfast?”“Oh, I will of course. You should wake her. It’s past nine already. Who sleeps till this time? Besides, she is a woman who should be up by now. If you are too lenient with her, she’s going to continue like this even when you two get married. I wonder how she managed to cater to the needs of the child if she only wakes up at this time of the day. “Don’t watery
A bell rang in her head. It was a known fact that Izabelle was an extrovert and doesn’t like being around people a lot. She must have booked a VIP room for them. That’s awesome then. She doesn’t also want to be around people today. She walked to the reception. “I’m looking for someone. She booked the VIP.”“Name please, ma’am.”“Izabelle Rossador.”The receptionist nodded and started looking for the name she called in her book. She raised her head after a while. “I found it. Next floor first door.”“Thank you for this.”She smiled at the Receptionist before making her way to the direction where the receptionist told her to go. This place was really nice. It was so nice. She must come back here some other time. How come she didn’t know that somewhere like this exists in this city. She thought that there was no place she hadn't been to in this city but this place…. Goodness. “What the fuck,” she groaned loudly when she collided with someone again. Was this bad luck or something. Why
Meanwhile, outside the restaurant Ruby got in, leaving the man whom she had just finished speaking with. He stood there alone staring at the card in his hand. A personal business card she called it. The audacity of this woman to give him her business card and run away after putting a hole in his shoe. He chuckledShe was cute though. He could still envision her face when she was giving him her business card. Just like that, his anger for the day disappeared and he found himself chuckling like a fool. His eyes moved this shoe. He wasn't going to throw it away. He was going to keep it in his favorite spot in his closet so he gets to remember this day each time he sees it. Slipping the personal business card inside his pocket and making a mental note to call her for his treat soon, he started walking towards his car. “Boss, boss,” he heard a familiar voice call from behind. “Stop screaming, Rick. What is it? I thought you wanted to stay with the bastard forever.”“Boss, you shouldn't
~Back Inside The Restaurant~“It's alright. Let's just see if he's going to change,” Izabelle patted her back seeing how Ruby’s mood dropped. “It's been years. He hasn't changed a bit.”“God is watching, okay? I'm positive that he'll come to know that what he did was wrong and he'll apologize, okay? Now cheer up. We're here to have fun after a long while. It's been months since I last saw you and you look like you added weight.”“What?”“You don't know? You added.”Gasps“I added weight?”“Just a few pounds though.”“I don't want to add even a pound. Trust me. I didn't even eat a lot back there. The thing I took a lot was chocolates.”“You know that chocolates might make you add.”“I didn't even know. That's the worst part of it. I guess I have to start going to the gym from tomorrow. I really do not want to add weight at all.”Izabelle laughed. It is fun teasing this friend of hers. She knew how Ruby loved her weight and how she didn't want to add. She knew that Ruby cherished her b
When Izabelle and Rosie left the restaurant and got to Marcel’s condo it was already past twilight and they found him on the couch waiting for them to return as he wasn’t doing anything. Rosie ran to her daddy. “Daddy,” she hugged him tightly and he carried her on his thighs. “Daddy Sie Sie missed you.”“Daddy missed you too. How was your outing with Aunt Ruby?”Rosie smiled. She turned around to see the bags of gifts that the servants were carrying into the house. “Aunt Ruby got those for me.”“That much? She must really like our Sie Sie a lot.”The child excitedly nodded. It was a known fact that Ruby loved her a lot. She was sure that everyone knew about it. She was loved by almost everyone. “That’s good then.”“Daddy, I’ll go check my gifts in my room. I want to know what Aunt Ruby got for me,” she climbed off her father’s thighs and ran into the house to her room where her gifts were being kept. After the child left, Marcel turned to look at Izabelle who was having a glass of wa
~Eight Months And Some Weeks Later~“You know I'm not going to get into that thing, honey,” Marcel complained as he looked at the two of them. The two most important people in his life. Izabelle and Rosie. He was standing in between them and they were peering at him, begging him to do their bidding. Having two women in life is so stressful. He can't wait for the baby in Izabelle’s womb. The family of three was in a park. They came to have fun as it was a holiday and the mother and daughter duo were begging that Marcel get into the roller coaster with Rosie as her mother was heavily pregnant and would not be able to accompany the child up there. But Marcel was still traumatized from his last time getting on a roller coaster and had sworn that there was nothing in this world that would push him to get up there again. “Please, Daddy. Just this one time. I promise it won't be as bad as the last. Don't be afraid. “Who says that I'm scared? I just don't like how it moves so fast. Daddy i
Seeing that his boss’s wife was not fine, he decided to call a doctor for her. “Uncle, are you calling a doctor? Mommy is unwell.”He looked at the sweet little cute girl that he still couldn't believe was his boss’s daughter. Like, how come he has had a daughter all these while and he was only aware of it a year ago? “Yes, cute. Didn't worry, your Mommy is going to be fineThe little girl nodded and ran into the bathroom on the other side of the room. She came back with a bowl of water and a small towel in her hands. Knowing what she wanted to do, he smiled and rubbed her head. She was a smart little child just like her parents. “Mommy, I'm going to dab your face with the towel,” she told her unconscious mother. She had always noticed that whenever she was unwell and her temperature was high, her mother would simply dab her head with a towel and clean her body. This sad the second time that her Mommy was unwell since this year and this was the second time that she would be doing t
Izabelle finally woke up on the third day after she was declared pregnant. The doctors had said that she passed out from the shock and would wake up anytime soon but it wasn't until the third day that she woke up. When Izabelle opened her eyes, everywhere was blurry to her and she tried to look around but it was blurry to her. “Mommy, you're awake.” She heard Rosie’s voice and her tiny footsteps as she ran towards her. She also heard some other footsteps rush to her and when they were finally right beside her, she was able to see them clearly. “Izabelle, you're awake.”“Izabelle.”“Pl…please help me sit up.”Both Ruby and Mrs. Wilson helped her sit up on the bed and she ass finally able to see everywhere clearly. She was in the hospital. What was she doing here and when did she come here? Then all of a sudden, all the memories started flashing into her head. From her grandfather and then to her pregnancy announcement. God. All of this was happening too fast. Right! Her grandfather.
He was now suffering from both the cold from sitting in the rain for a long time and from the fall from when he was trying to pick up his phone. “I got here immediately I heard the news,” Ruby finished. “Where is Jared? He isn’t here?”“He stepped out a bit to make a call to his wife. He was in the office when he heard the news too.”“Goodness. I pray nothing happens to Grandfather. I don’t know what to do if something happens to him.”Ruby held her hands and patted it. She was trying to console her friend and make her feel alright. She just returned from Thailand in the hope of starting a new life and now this? This was depressing. She didn’t even tell Izabelle all that the doctor said. The doctors had said that the old man’s condition was so bad and they weren’t sure that he was going to make it alive and that they just had to pray that he eventually made it out. “Izabelle.”She turned to the side to find out who it was that called her and when she saw that it was Jared, she imm
~Three Weeks Later~“Marcel, what are you doing?”“Just a little okay,” Marcel said as he started kissing her from her neck downward. “We’re up in the air.”“Doesn't matter.” He continued kissing her, not listening to what she had to say. She was only trying to tell him that they were not home to be doing this kind of thing. These few weeks that they made up, he has been all and about her having her from morning to night all in the name of making up for the months that he wasn't here. Now, they were in a private jet traveling back home. Well, a lot has happened since the day his grandmother came to yell at her. After they settled, she had convinced Marcel to work hard to get his company back and he has been working from home since then. Home! Right. He moved in with them. Thinking about that made her smile. They were back to being a happy family and she couldn't ask for more. She just prays that nothing comes in between her happiness this time as she would be very sad if that were
The old woman turned and got face to face with her grandson which she quickly ran and embraced. Marcel got her away from him and rushed to Izabelle who couldn’t bring herself to face him. She turned away from him as he tried to look at her wound. If he shows any utmost care to her right now, she is going to melt and cry in front of everyone and that would be so embarrassing. She doesn’t want anyone to see her as weak or something. “Izabelle, look at me. Are you alright?”“I’m… I’m fine.”“No, you’re not. Grandma just hit you with something hard. I know what’s in that bag. Come, we have to look at your wound. Please look at me.”She couldn’t bear it any longer and let him look at her wound that had swollen a lot giving her a weird face. She felt like yelling right now because her anger was still at its peak and it would remain like this until someone calmed her down. “Calm down, okay. Look at me. Breathe, in and out.” She did as Marcel asked and was finally able to look him in the e
The old woman looked at the place that they were in. It was in front of a store with its goods displayed outside proudly. It was better than the other stores that she had seen while coming here. She stepped into the store and looked around until she heard a loud voice coming towards her. “Welcome. We have all that you wa…… Old Mrs. Wilson?”Izabelle exclaimed in shock as she stared at the woman standing in front of her in her shop. What on earth is this woman doing in her shop and who even informed her that she lives here? Her eyes were so wide in shock that if care was not taken, they might just pop out because like… What are they doing here?“Why are you so shocked seeing me here?” What kind of question is that? Why is she so shocked? Does this old woman really have no idea why she is shocked? It was obvious she never expected her to be in her today. It was more shocking than ever. “Forgive my manners, old Mrs. Wilson. I was just shocked seeing you here.”“I guess so. Well, that'
“I am tired of what your father and grandmother are doing. They both want to kill me in this mansion.”“It's going to be okay, mum. I'll do something about this.”“Please do, son. Please come and make the company stand on its feet again without getting married to anyone. They all think that they are wise enough to use someone to their advantage. I don't like that girl to be your wife anymore. Their true character has been revealed.”“Mum, about that…. I'm putting it on sale. I'm not changing my mind about that.” Mrs. Wilson ran her hair through her jet black hair that was messy from her not taking care of it for days. Her hair and even her head were messy. The marriage that she was in was also messy. Messy things around her. “Why are you doing this, Marcel? You want to put the company on sale? Don't you remember how hard it was for us to build the company to how it is now? We have done a lot for it especially you and all you want to do now that it's at stake is to give it out on sal
“You want us to forgive him already? You’re no longer angry at him?” “It’s not like that. I just feel pity for him after all, Mommy is the one who always says that we should forgive and forget.”Now, even her daughter was asking for her father to be forgiven. What was she going to do about this? She was scared of her heart getting broken again because if anything like what happened months again repeated itself, she wasn’t sure that she would be able to handle it. This drags her back to the question Marcel asked her before he passed out. What if she finds out that she was the one who misunderstood everything that day? What then was she going to do? If that was the case, she was clueless about what to do. If she gets out of the room now, she’s going to call Jared and ask him to get help from people so they can get the CCTV footage of that day. She wanted to see things from the people she trusted, not someone that she no longer trusted. “Mommy?”“Yeah?”“What are you thinking about?