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
She was wearing a small blue shirt and a joggers pants with a towel around her neck. She was sweaty and looking all exhausted like someone who couldn’t wait to slump on her bed. Her long hair was tied in a tight ponytail and she was still without makeup as it was morning and her pouch, white and natural skin glowed through the window in the morning. Marcel glanced at her and saw how she dressed. It was like the Izabelle who just entered the room then was the Izabelle from years back when she was still seventeen. It was like being transported back to the past and she was just coming in after a rough morning jug. It was like time didn't change her at all and she was still the same person from years back. Carefree and naive. He was stunned for a moment but said nothing. Just as he took a step to move to the bathroom, the little child pulled at his hands and climbed off the bed to wrap herself around him tightly and begged. “Daddy don't go.”Marcel staring at the child’s face didn't kn
The child jumped in happiness at her father’s words. She felt happy that her father did not clean up the makeup she did for him. She prayed that her daddy stays and never leave so that she would be able to paint him every morning before he woke up. He would like that, right? Marcel lowered his head and stared at Rosie who was sitting on the bed. The corner of his lips curved as he rubbed her head.Marcel admits that children were indeed the most melting thing in the world as this child just managed to melt his cold heart since the day he met her. Little Rosie smiled and held the hands of her father, dragging him to sit back on the bed. She moved and hugged him before continuing to draw the back of his hands with her watercolor and he let her do so.It seems to be her new favorite thing. To draw on her new Daddy’s body. Marcel could see that the child had a soft spot for drawing and when he looked at what she was drawing, he noticed that she was drawing randomly and writing a few alp
“Mommy, what if Daddy comes back and doesn't find us? What is he going to do then? Daddy might cry,” Rosie complained, pouting at her mother who was driving their car. If she was given a chance, she would ask her mother to stop and run back home as she was worried that her father might return. “He would leave and come back some other time, hmm? Daddy is not running away.”“But he might cry. I used to cry whenever Mommy was not around.”“Daddy is not a baby like Sie Sie. Daddy is strong and won't cry even if he doesn't see Mommy or Sie Sie.”The child didn't sound convinced by her mother’s words. It was evening already and there was an event going on in the Rossador’s mansion. It was the grandfather's eighty-fifth birthday and he had requested that both mother and child attend his birthday party that would be held in the Rossador mansion. It was a small party for family members only. Well, she had forgotten to tell Marcel that they had plans for the day and wouldn't be around if he co
“Great papa,” little Rosie called as soon as the grandfather came into sight. She released her hand from her mother’s hold and ran to the Grandfather of the Rossador’s family who was standing with some group of people in the high mansion hall. His hands immediately stretched out as he bent a little to carry the little bundle of joy in his old arms. Although he was old, he could still raise the girl without difficulty. His old arms wrapped around the girl as he showered her with kisses on her face causing her to giggle. From the look of things, it seems that the two of them have become close just a few while since they moved back to the city. The guest smiled at the old man’s interaction with his great-granddaughter and some of them even took cute pictures of them. Izabelle walked to her grandfather’s side and greeted him. “Happy birthday, grandfather.”“Elle. It's good to see that you honored my invitation. Thank you for bringing little Sie Sie with you.”She only nodded and looke
“Izabelle, you came.”Izabelle turned when she heard her name from the side. Jasmine’s heels clicked as she walked towards her. Behind her were two of her close friends and they walked majestically to her. “Good thing that you honored grandfather’s invitation. I thought that you wouldn't come,” she said, coming to stand right in front of Izabelle. Izabelle contemplated whether to walk away or to answer the seemingly annoying girl who would not rest until she annoys the hell out of her. She looked at her from up to down. Jasmine was wearing a skimpy pink dress that hugged her body almost too tight. It was strapless too. Her shoulders and back were open and her hair was tied in a round bun. Her fair long legs made her look captivating and Izabelle could swear that she saw the eyes of men on the girl. She thought this was a birthday party. Why does it seem like a club to Jasmine? “I know my dress is pretty. You don't have to keep checking me out.” The audacity. What's pretty? Who was
“And if we don’t? What are you going to do?” Jasmine asked. “Nothing, of course. Who am I to do something to the almighty adopted daughter of the Rossador family.”Yes, an adopted daughter. That was what she was. It is high time she starts knowing her place in the family and stops trying to take the place of the real daughter of the family. Perhaps she forgot how she came about in the family?“How ironic. An almighty adopted daughter that is far better than the real daughter herself. Have you seen something like that? Just leave with your bastard and we’ll be fine.”Izabelle clenched her fist. Not them calling her daughter a bastard for the second time on the same day. If they continued with this, she wasn’t sure that she was going to take it. “I guess you’ll have to pursue me then. I already told you not to worry. You can take whatever is in this house that belongs to me. My clothes, my shoes,” she paused to look at Jasmine’s hand. “I don’t even have to give you permission consider
“Your bastard daughter.” Izabelle slapping her today was surely going to ruin the reputation of her family. But she isn’t going to let her family ruin alone. She was going to take the Rossadors with her at all costs. “Yes, I’ll repeat it. YOUR BASTARD DAUGHTER.”Another slap followed after her statement. This time she almost fell on the floor if it wasn’t for her friends holding her and putting her back on her feet. Her hair which was straight previously was now scattered around her head and her makeup was slightly scattered. Her cheeks hurt like hell that she wondered what Izabelle put on her hands to make it hurt so much. She was surely going to need an ice presser for her cheeks. She raised her face again and glared at Izabelle. “One more word about my daughter and I’ll make sure you find yourself in the hospital.”“Just because I’m saying the truth and everyone is watching?” she laughed. “Come on, don’t be childish, Miss Rossador. Tell them the truth they all want to hear,” she
~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?