“Rosie, you're not ready yet? Your school bus will soon be here,” Izabelle asked loudly as she waited for her daughter after she was done getting ready. She just has to take her downstairs then come back in to take her stuff and head for the shop. She folded her hands while waiting for her to finish dressing up. “You act like an old woman. Who spends hours getting ready, huh? Children don’t waste time getting ready,” she said when the child finally came out of her room and walked into the sitting room where her mother was. “I was trying to tie my hair in the best way.”“Really? And this is what you came up with?”“Is it cute?”“Cute what? You look like a masquerade. Look what you did to your hair,” Izabelle complained as she walked to her to touch her hair. She didn’t even comb it very well. Just today when she asked her to dress herself and dress her hair herself, she ruined it. Well, she wanted her daughter to start being independent at a young age so she asked her to get herself
Well, that's the truth. Rosie has been unable to remember a few people that she met after a year ago. That was the reason she hadn't mentioned her father for a year now. At first, Izabelle had thought that she just didn't want to talk about it but as time passed by and the child couldn't remember some people that she met not long ago, she concluded that she had forgotten about them. She was a child after all, and those people didn't stay for long in her life. After she survived the last episode, Izabelle brought her here. The first month was hell as the child kept on asking for her father here and there. She would cry and refuse to eat if she didn’t take her to him. After a month, she suddenly stopped crying and speaking about her father. It was as if he never came into her life in the first place. When she asked Nick, he told her that it wasn't something that serious and it usually happens to kids that just undergone surgery. He told her that she might remember those memories again
Izabelle walked to sit on the chair on the other side of the room. She held her head in her hands as she thought hard about everything. What if Marcel and Ruby were right and she had made a bad decision of not waiting for Marcel and disappearing from his life? But it wasn't her fault right, she was stressed out and angry and just did the first thing that came to her head. The pain of her daughter crying for her father and him not showing up got into her head that day and at once, she decided to do what was in her mind. Go somewhere far away and start a new life. Her decision seemed right to her until now but she has started to think in a new light now. If he was in the hospital, why didn't she know? His family must have found out about it right? They didn't bother to call her. She was his wife for Christ's sake. Doesn't matter though. It was a known fact that they never liked her and they probably didn't tell her because they thought that she doesn't deserve to know shits about thei
That was all he said before he turned off his phone and threw it to the other side of the road. What and who was he working so hard for? No one. It's better not to do anything and live a normal life like every other person, right? This was a good decision.Though it hurts to see all his hard work go down drain, he still has to do it. Even though he has to watch his hard work of years go just like that all because of a fucking failed engagement. If he was in a state where he wanted to protect his company at all costs, he was going to make sure that those people don't go Scott-free. If he wanted to keep on working g and still had the love and passion for that company, he would have made it rise up like never before but you see, he already lost feelings for it. In fact, he lost feelings about everything. He no longer feels anything for anything or anyone apart from his family. The family that doesn't want him anymore. Those were the people that his heart still beats for. The other thing
“One more bottle,” he ordered. “Sir, you drank six glasses already. Will you be able to make it back to your room today? You should not he drinking this much. The hotel staffs are busy. They won't be able to escort you back.”“Shut the fuck up and give me another glass.”The bartender shook his head as he was unable to do anything and he went to do his bidding. “Handsome. Do you want to dance?”Goodness, not another lady, he rolled his eye. Why are they all looking for someone to dance with and not wait for the men to approach him or do they see him as someone who's week and shy and cannot talk to a lady that he wants? They should stop being cheap and step up their game.”“No.”“Come on, sweetheart. Don't be shy. Your wife isn't going to find out okay? It's not like any of us would tell her. Strand up baby, I'll give you a good night rest if you do.”“I said I'm not interested.”Like the First Lady, she walked up to him and tried to place her hand on his thighs but he w as faster t
“Food is ready,” Izabelle announced as she carried the tray of food to the dining table where her daughter was already preparing the table and cleaning it like the good child that she was. “Mommy, the food smells so good.”“It's done, right?” “En.”“I invested a lot of love in this. You have to finish it so that it doesn't go to waste, hmm?”“Yes. We are going to eat them.”After serving a decent amount of food on the child’s plate, Izabelle sat down and served herself too. They dug in. “Mommy, Uncle Nick didn't come for dinner today?” Rosie asked. She had been low-key waiting for him and see if he was going to come before but now that they already started eating and he hadn't shown up, she couldn't help but voice her concern. “No. He has somewhere to be at. Do you miss him?”“En.”“I'm going to call him after eating. You'll talk to him. Come on, eat your food. You haven't eaten well today.”The child nodded and dug into her meal. Izabelle looked at her. She wondered why the child
Halfway to the underground bar, they could already hear the sound coming from the bar and from the sound of it, Izabekke could already tell that this place was going to be booming. She wasn't even there already and the smell of drinks and cigarettes was everywhere. What exactly are they doing here? This place seems illegal to her. Didn't they say in the news that Marcel went bankrupt? How come he was able to afford all of these? Don't blame her for thinking that way. The way the news made it, it was like he doesn't even have a dollar in his account again. These people. “We're here, ma'am,” the lady straightened her skirt and intended to leave but was stopped by Izabelle. “Please wait. Can you please stay here with my daughter? You know, she's still a child. It would be inappropriate if she gets inside.”The lady looked at Rosie as if contemplating and finally, she stretched her hands forward for Rosie. “Thank you very much. I'll be real quick.”“Please do. If anyone finds out that
“Where are you taking him to? How do you know someone like this?” The bouncer asked as they got to the entrance of the club. He helped her assist Marcel as she climbed down. “I asked you a question.”“I'm taking him home. He's drunk and has health issues.”“Who is he to you? It’s wonderful for someone like you to know such a person of high caliber.”“Maybe that's why they say that you should not judge a book by its cover. I'm joking. Don't start panicking. I'm just as my cover says. He's my child’s father.”“Your child’s father?”He looked at her from up to down. “Yes.”“Goodness. Things happen. You can leave, okay?”He was wondering in his head how such a man could pick the woman in front of him to be his baby mama. Didn't they say that these rich men only go for baddies like the ones inside the club? Or was he just the one who thinks that way? This is confusing. Well, the lady is pretty and has that nice slim body shape. Maybe that explains it but if it were up to him, he would s
~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?