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
Third Person POV "Hey, Dick!" Isabel called, she was referring to Mavis. "Did you just call me a Dick?" Mavis replied almost immediately. Isabel retorted, "Are you anything else? By the way, did you say you introduced my Mom to Dad?"Mavis shook his head sheepishly. "Not directly, but it was me, working hard behind my dad's back."I raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "Really? How?""I did so with the help of Nathan, he's a smart and wonderful person. I wasn't sure where you lived, but I had a feeling it would be in Los Angeles. I still vividly remember the day your mom took you to school on your first day." Isabel smiled as the memories of the past flew through her mind "I've held onto the memory of her in my heart. And... um... " Mavis paused, collecting his thoughts. "You're the spitting image of your mom."Isabel nodded, "I get that a lot. So, what happened next?" She said, bringing him back to the main discussion. It was a way of making him spill his secret. "Yes, when I mentioned
ISABEL "Aren't you thrilled about my marriage to your mom?" my stepfather asked in a manner suggesting that he felt I might be against their union. "I am happy," I replied, sounding sincere. "You two make a great couple."He nodded, seeming to accept my response. "Good. Then why are you trying to drive a wedge between us?""Oops!" Shifting uncomfortably in my seat, my mind raced with possible replies but none was deemed fit. "I remember how I once shared how your mom had left me before. You have no idea what it took me to convince her and bring her back. Now, I realize she had her reasons for leaving. And she has kept them from me."I lowered my gaze, "Forgive me, father. I'll always call you father, because you've been a father to me, and I cherish the love you've shown me. Please forgive me and Mavis." I was struggling to process my emotions.My stepfather sighed, and calmly asked, "So, you're really carrying my grandchild?"I nodded, still tearful, "Yes, father. I'm sorry I didn