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
ISABEL She looked like she had been caught off guard, and her eyes darted around the room to be sure we were alone. "What do we do?" Mom asked reaching for my hand, "I'm worried, what if he tells your stepfather that I married him for his money?" she added, her worry deepening."He wouldn't," I replied. "After all, you married him through Mavis' arrangement. He made it happen. I've been wondering how you met Mr. Mulan, and now it's all clear." I smiled shaking my head. "It's a very small world," I muttered. Mom looked torn as she worried about the outcome of Mavis' knowledge about the mentioned man. "Should I say that I owe Mavis or do I get upset and beat myself up over this?" Mom inquired, throwing herself into utter confusion. I offered a suggestion, "I think we should give ourselves permission to be happy, Mom."But Mom looked up with surprise, "Don't tell me you want to be with him? He's your step-brother for crying out loud! Are you not aware that Estelle is too wicked to be
ISABEL "The truth is, he captivates me even until now. I've always imagined him as a husband never as a stepbrother," I choked on my words as emotions attempted to overwhelm me. Mom opened her arms wide, inviting me into her bosom. "Come here, dear," she said. "I want you to be happy and fulfilled. I know you ran away because of Estelle's lies, which Mavis believed. If not for that, you would have stayed and claimed him as yours." I nodded because her words were true, "I'd always wished he wasn't my stepbrother, Mom" I admitted, my voice muffled against her shoulder. "But I can't wish that he had chosen a different path to be with me because if he had, you wouldn't be with Mr. Mulan." Mom held me tighter. When she had released me, her face lit up with a broad smile. "Anyway, for peace to reign and for everyone to be content, we've decided to let go of the past. We're free to choose what makes us happy, as long as it doesn't come between us. And that's why...," she paused for a mom
MAVIS For a while, there was dead silence until Mom cleared the air, "Your Dad had immediately arranged for a violinist, in the person of Jane, and a pianist to make today unforgettable for you two." After her smile, she looked at her husband who smiled with a nod in return. Dad turned to us while we were still entangled with each other, his words catching us off guard. "From this moment on, my rightful daughter-in-law will be none other than my stepdaughter, Isabel. No one will take her place. Got that?" I nodded, still in shock. "Yes, I understand. It's something I had already agreed to." The room erupted in applause. Jane was there too, exchanging a knowing glance with Isabel, who smiled briefly in response. "A confession please, I have one more confession to make," Isabel said stepping forward while the room became silent again. My heart palpitated and although no one else spoke up about being anxious, I knew I wasn't the only one experiencing anxiety in the room. She
Third Person POV In a luxurious Beverly Hills setting, a lawyer exchanged warm pleasantries with the soon-to-be-wed couple, Mavis and Isabel, before grasping his briefcase. "Thank you for having me Mr and Mrs Mavis," he said with a bow, and Mavis shook hands with him in appreciation. "Thank you, Sir, for coming around." With a smile, the lawyer nodded at them. "I'll arrange for the statutory wedding in a day. Have a beautiful day together." "Thank you," Mavis and Isabel chimed in unison. Isabel's pregnancy had been causing her discomfort and mobility issues since it became more pronounced, making everyday tasks a challenge. Some things, like using the restroom, required personal attention that a maid couldn't provide. This was why Mavis had been staying home to assist with her daily needs and to help her get around. Isabel's mother had accompanied her to Mavis' house when they moved in two days ago. She returned the next day to make arrangements for Isabel's postnatal c
Third Person POV "You're not just evil, you're the devil herself!" Bennett exclaimed, her voice trembling with rage while Estelle laughed hysterically. "Of course, I am. Are you just realizing that?" She raised an eyebrow, her gaze sweeping over Isabel and Bennett. Bennett turned to Isabel, "Listen, I know how you feel, but since you signed up for this, don't let her win." She urged. Isabel whispered back, "You mean I should kill her?" Her eyes darted to Estelle, who seemed to be enjoying the exchange." "No, but don't let her swing you around like a pendulum. Stand your ground, Isabel." As Mavis descended the stairs, his eyes scanned the room, taking in the tense atmosphere. His gaze landed on Bennett, and he understood that she could be tamed if ever she was upset about Isabel reuniting with him. But when his eyes met Estelle's, he was enraged. "Why are you here, Estelle?" Mavis demanded. Estelle smiled sweetly, her hand caressing her belly. "Where did you think Ju
Third Person POV Bennett's gaze was riveted on the sentences displayed on the card: "...for the Midtown Group." The logo accompanying the text seemed familiar. Mavis, oblivious to Bennett's sudden fascination, stood upright and said, "Alright, let me get a maid to show Estelle to her quarters." "I'll be with you shortly," he added, but Bennett's attention remained fixed on the identity card as he retreated. Bennett sat there, astonished, her mind reeling with possible interpretations of what she had just seen around Mavis' neck. Isabel called her name for the third time, snapping her back to reality. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I was just... umm..." Bennett stuttered. "What's wrong?" Isabel asked, noticing Bennett's distraction. "Your husband-to-be..." Bennett started, trying to form a coherent sentence. "Yes, what about him?" Isabel asked, becoming interested in her weird reaction. "Where does he work?" Bennett inquired. "Nowhere, currently. I told you, he's living off h