“Mommy, am I getting discharged now?” Little Rosie asked as she helped her mother with packing their stuff into a huge box. Her toys were being thrown into the box and her clothes were thrown there also. “Yes. We're leaving today. The doctor said that you are fine now and can be discharged but you have to keep taking your medications daily, agreed?”“Yayyyy! Mommy, will I be able to eat ice cream now, right?”“No cold things for the now. It's not good for your health. Once you get better, I'm going to make you different flavors of ice cream myself, hmm?“Okay.”Izabelle continued packing their stuff before moving to under the bed to pick up Rosie’s unwrapped gifts. As she carried the box out, something fell on the floor catching the attention of both the mother and the daughter. Izabelle stared at her daughter whose mouth was wide open as if caught doing something wrong before crouching down and picking up the thing that fell. It was an open pack of chocolate bars. If it wasn't ope
“What?”“You heard me right. Find out where she lives and bring the report to me before twenty-four hours.”Hardy frowned in confusion. His boss wanted him to find out where the woman and her daughter live. For what? Perhaps to thank her for alerting the nurses or what? “Boss. Do you perhaps want to thank her for yesterday?”“Stop asking me silly questions and go do as I asked. If I don't see the report on my table tomorrow, then you'll know what will happen. With that said Marcel pulled the drip string from his hand and every other thing connected to his body before standing up. “Wh..wait. Where are you going?” Hardy rushed to the boss when he saw that he had already pulled off his hospital shirt and was wearing his site shirt that lay on the couch. “Mind your fucking business and don't come after me. I'm taking a break today.”After dressing, he headed towards the door and walked out of the room leaving the confused Hardy to fight with himself. Meanwhile, Izabelle got home with
“Five hundred thousand dollars,” a voice ranged in the loud auction room as the owner of the voice raised his small board and smiled. It was a middle-aged man. “Eight hundred dollars,” another negotiated. “One million.”“One point two million.”“Two million,” that was from Izabelle. She sat amongst the crowd of wealthy men and women fighting for the so-called valuable that the auctioneer was auctioning. He had said that it was a golden bracelet once owned by the great queen of England with such value that would attract anyone to buy it. The hall was filled with men and women hoping to get the valuable item in their able hands and show the world that they have it. They were also here to compete with their enemies to get the queen’s Elizabeth golden bracelet. Sitting also in the hall was Jasmine. Her eyes widened when she heard Izabelle’s voice ring in the crowd to get the golden bracelet and she clench her fist. Her aim here wasn't to buy the bracelet before. She was only here to m
“Rosie’s going to be alright with or without a father,” Izabelle concluded. “Twenty minutes is up. I have to leave.”Without waiting for his response or for him to say something that might obviously anger her or cause her to unleash her emotions, she turned her back to him and walked to her car leaving Marcel standing there stupefied at her words. She was right. He was a total asshole and he was Rosie’s father only by name. Her words were right. These past few years, he would have found out where they lived if he wanted. He would have found out their house number and found them if he wanted but he never did. He kept himself occupied with the thought of her betrayal. He kept muttering about how selfish she was and how she slept with him just to be with him but she left.He was a total jerk and does not deserve her forgiveness. In the back of his mind, he wanted them to go back to how they were five years ago. But who was he kidding? He knew that was not possible. He felt like holdin
“Tell me how your day went today. You should tell Mommy about your day every day,” Izabelle demanded. This was somewhat like a ritual for them. Always talking about their day. Little Rosie would tell her Mommy about her day and in return, her Mommy would tell her about her day too. The new little girl would listen even though most of the time she doesn't understand what her mother was saying. She just simply listened and tried to understand. Perhaps this was because they were each other’s best friend and weren't used to telling others about their day and so they confided in each other. The past years all alone together made them learn to rely on each other. Izabelle could talk to Rosie as if she was talking to a grown-up. Surely, they were each other’s best friends. Moreover, Rosie was bad at making friends. Maybe she was shy and not confident but she finds it hard to have someone she calls her friend. She was scared that they would all leave when they find out about her disease. Th
“He will? You two aren't going to meet again. Tell me how you'll get him to take you to the cinema, hmm?” With one eye on the road and the other on her daughter, she asked. “Who says I'm not going to see him again? Aunt Ruby promised to do me a favor when we meet again. She's going to take me to Daddy if I ask her. Mommy is not the only one who knows how to get to Daddy.”“Oh really? Now you're going to use Ruby to get what you want? I'm going to forbid her from seeing you.”Rosie gasped at the realization that she had told her mother about the plan she had in her mind. Ahh… How could she let it slip that way? She had decided to keep it from her mother. Sigh… Now she knows about her plan. She pouted and grumbled.“Mommy is now mean.” “I've always been mean. No Barbie for you,” Izabelle said, hiding the slight smile that threatened to slip from her lips. She knows that she has won in this conversation. She brought out her tongue to her daughter in a teasing manner causing Rosie’s ha
“Stand up, Marcel.”“You’re sooo beautiful,” he remained smiling at her. What the hell is wrong with him? Izabelle thought. What makes him think that he could show up at her house in the middle of the night and tell her that she was beautiful? Not trying to be boastful but she doesn’t need anyone to tell her that she was beautiful. He should perhaps go to hell with his sweet words because she wasn’t going to fall for it. Maybe this was what he told all the females he meets. And that girl Selene. He must have also told her these words right? “What are you doing here? You even drank.”“I wahtnd to shh huu,” she could hardly understand a word from all he said. He was speaking gibberish and all she could do was stare at him and cringe badly. This man. This sure doesn’t look good on him. She was considering throwing him outside her house and letting him stay there but she wasn’t that heartless was she? This is really an unnecessary stress. “Fine, stand up from the floor, Marcel. It’s c
Itch!There was a strange sensation on Marcel’s face. He frowned his face in his dream as he felt something on his face. Something itchy and uncomfortable. He moved his face sideways in his dream, yet the itchy feeling and something moving on his face continued.When the movement continued, he sat up on the bed immediately and stared around, his eyes aching a little due to the harsh morning sunlight that peeked through the window. He rubbed his eyes and yawned for a while before turning his head to the side in confusion and staring at the little bundle on the bed. At first glance, he was confused as to who the little child beside him was but as he looked at her more, he finally registered and his eyes widened. Marcel was stunned. “Hehe,” the little child giggled as she sat up on the bed facing her father. In her hand was a watercolor and she was showing her teeth as she smiled at him. “You're up, Daddy.”Marcel was stunned. Even more than stunned. His eyes scanned the face of the ch
~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?