ISABELIn less than an hour, I could hear the ringing of my phone. I picked up and answered. "Hi, were you pulling my legs? Eric asked in his usual jovial manner."I would not do that, it's a serious matter. Where are you?""I just got in the house and I haven't seen a single living thing here," he said amidst laughter.I replied. " Your visitor is waiting at my house," I didn't get any response. "Your visitor is waiting at my house," I repeated, trying to sound calm despite the absurdity of the situation.Eric's laughter stopped abruptly. "What? Who is it?"I hesitated, "You'll see when you get here. Just hurry up, okay?""Okay, okay. I'm on my way," Eric replied, his tone now serious.I hung up the phone and couldn't help but wonder what Eric's reaction would be when he saw his visitor. I got out of bed and made my way to the living room, where the lady was still waiting. She looked up at me with a questionable face, "Eric will be here soon," I said, trying to reassure her so that s
ISABELI felt embarrassed for Jason even after we parted ways. Despite this, I decided to move forward with Eric. I wanted to hold Jason accountable for his actions and thought his wife should be aware of his behavior. I anticipate she would be upset when she learned the truth."I'll come with you, but you have to make Maria feel comfortable," I said nodding at him. "You know her name?" He chuckled. "You mentioned it once during your phone call, and she mentioned it to me too. It wasn't hard to put two and two together and figure out what was going on.""Wow," he said, rubbing his cheeks. "Let's go." "Hold on for a second, let me meet with Bennett first, and then I'll join you."After a brief conversation with Bennett, I rushed off, despite her initial reservations. She eventually relented, allowing us to proceed with our plan. Meanwhile, Maria was taken to Eric's house, but it took some time to persuade her about our destination.As I settled into the front car, I secured myself
ISABEL "Isabel, there's no escape for you. None of you, but if you'll cooperate with me, I promise I won't harm you. But if you think you can outsmart me, you're sadly mistaken. I'm not someone to be trifled with." Turning to the women who cowered in fear, he demanded, "Which one of you is responsible for this betrayal? Who among you conspired with her to bring shame upon me? After everything I've done for you, is this how you repay me?" "We apologize, we have done badly, forgive us." One of them volunteered to plead on their behalf. "There's no need for apologies. Tonight, you'll make amends. You'll provide a service, free of charge. Are you all prepared? It's the only way you'll leave this place alive." I couldn't help but feel bitter with myself as things took a turn for the worse. But then, I remembered something and a smile spread across my face. "You've made a mess of yourself, Jason," I said, chuckling. "I know, and you have no idea what that means for you" Jas
ISABEL"Drive home, I can't reach him," I said."But why?" he asked, his brow furrowed. I took a deep breath before responding, "I no longer have his number. I got rid of everything that concerns him." The words hung in the air, a testament to my determination to move on and leave the past behind. Eric nodded understandingly and returned his focus to the road ahead.As we turned into the estate, the car that had been trailing us came to a halt, then reversed and sped away into the night. Seeing that, I let out a sigh of relief, my hand on my chest. "Phew, that was a close call!" I exclaimed, smiling at Eric. But his expression remained serious. "Are you supposed to be happy?" he asked. I realized my mistake. "Why not?" I replied, my smile faltering. "The car had just followed us home, now whoever it was knows where we live. I hope they don't come back and catch us off guard." Eric said. "We need to be vigilant," he advised bringing the car to a halt. As I stepped out of the car, I
Mavis Today, my father's urgent request to return home immediately left me with a sense of trepidation. I knew instinctively that it was connected to Estelle's alleged pregnancy that was all over the internet. That woman was capable of manipulating anyone and anything to get what she wanted . She had already framed Isabel, stolen from her shop, and deceived me into believing she was innocent. I dreaded to think what other agenda she might be plotting, and what my father wanted to discuss with me about the whole ordeal. I received a scary message last night that Isabel was in grave danger if left alone. Due to our complicated relationship and the fact that I'm likely her greatest enemy, I knew I had to act indirectly to ensure her safety. I took the initiative to hire a team of specialized security personnel to discreetly follow her every move, providing her with round-the-clock protection. It was the least I could do to shield her from danger and I hoped it would be eno
MAVIS "I don't care about Estelle, besides she'll be delivered to the police after she gives birth to her baby." She seemed indifferent, but it was her next sentence that cut deep. "Did you say her baby? The one you two made?" The pregnancy was a constant reminder of my past mistakes, and Matilda's words rubbed salt in the wound. "Mother, please forgive me. I've loved your daughter since we were in high school, and when we graduated, I was lost and struggling to cope. In my vulnerability, after Estelle deceived me into believing she had an affair with Jackson, my closest pal, I made a grave mistake by getting involved with Estelle again. I was blind to the consequences and used it as a misguided attempt to ease my heartache." Just as I was narrating, the sound of footsteps echoed from the stairs. Matilda paused and waited for the person to emerge. "Isabel," Matilda called out. My heart skipped a beat as Isabel came into view, our eyes locking in a moment of intense con
MAVISI slumped my shoulders in defeat. "I'll do it as soon as I can, I promise."My father's expression remained stern, but he nodded slightly, acknowledging my surrender. "Very well. Now, I have a question for you, are you truly responsible for your friend's pregnancy?" I glanced at Isabel, who quickly looked away, avoiding eye contact with me.I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. "I'm not sure of that... I was telling Mom that Estelle is capable of anything. It's only a DNA test that can prove that" I stammered, trying to deflect responsibility.My father's eyes narrowed, "I want you to take care of this situation promptly. Get the DNA test done and clarify the situation. I won't have this family's name dragged through the mud because of your reckless behavior." His words stung, but I knew I had no choice but to comply."I will do as you wish, Father," I said and commenced eating. "My advice to you, son," he said, and I felt grateful that he still addressed me with such warmth a
ISABEL "Will he be fine, doctor?" Mavis had invited Mr Mulan's personal doctor to come over, and fortunately, he arrived just in time. We had helped him settle into his room. The doctor was a middle-aged man who stood about 5'10" with a slight paunch around his midsection. His silver hair was thinning at the top, combed over to one side, and his wire-rimmed glasses perched on the end of his nose. He wore a crisp white coat with a stethoscope draped around his neck, and his shirt a deep blue. The doctor's expression turned somber as he explained, "Your father's slumped posture is likely due to shock or stress," He paused, choosing his words carefully, "This kind of emotional shock can lead to vasovagal syncope, as the body's vagus nerve is triggered." The doctor's voice took on a gentle tone, "To help him recover, it's essential to provide emotional support and a calm environment." Meanwhile, Mom's soft murmurs filled the room, she was meditating on prayers. Her eyes