Isabel
"Good night, everyone." I yawned sleepily and walked toward my room. As soon as I'd put on the lights, I found Mavis standing by the wall of my room.
"The heck? You are joking, Mavis. What do you want here? You just crossed your limits."
"I'm in my step-sister's room to say that I'm sorry about what she saw in my room some moments ago,"
"That's your business and none of mine. See, I don't care about what you do, I've always known you from high school."
"You do care Isabel. You suddenly changed toward me after you walked in on us. But, I'm sincerely sorry, I can be the man you want me to be, just for you."
"Fuck you, Mavis, in the ass. Are you kidding me right now? Why do you feel that I care about you? And, did you say you want to be the man I want you to... Hey, Mavis, are you insane? You are now my step-brother and we should mind the kind of conversations we have to avoid getting into trouble."
"We ain't getting into any damn trouble and please, those were rumors. I can be a clean man for who I love, for Isabel. You are judging me based on what you heard about me, about what you feel."
"What? You have no regard for me, that's why you're spilling bullshit. There were no rumors. If you could hurt Estelle, you are without love. I don't want to have this conversation with you, please leave. We'll have to pretend that we never met at college, okay?"
"I never wanted Estelle. Also, I just wanted to get rid of the slut completely tonight, that was what I was trying to do. Isabel please."
"Please? For what? How's that any of my business?" I gesticulated with my hands.
"I'm afraid that I've crumbled my plans for us,"
I chuckled, "Plans? What plans, please?" I asked in amusement.
He heaved and took a deep breath. "Can I make a confession?"
I paused, looked around, and made it toward my bed. "Now, you are getting me scared Mavis," I jumped and sat on the bed feeling tensed. My God! What was he up to?
"You are saved, you have no reason to be scared." He moved toward me. "Can I sit on your bed?" I shook my head. "Please, can I?" He asked, pointing to the edge of my bed.
"Fine! You are free to sit on the chair." With disgust, I directed him elsewhere.
He got seated and began, "I knew you from the very first day when you joined our school as a student on scholarship."
I suddenly looked up with a surprised face, my right leg hitting the silver bed frame rhythmically.
He exhaled and continued, "I've been pretending all along since I couldn't identify with you. My friends were ready to mock me. So, I had to withhold myself from approaching you." He paused and searched my face probably to know if he should continue. "Your beauty is next to no other. Estelle had rich parents and I just had to play along with her.'
I breathed out with a dropped jaw. "What are you trying to say? I don't get you. You pretended the whole time as though I didn't exist because I was a low-class? Is that it?"
"Yes but, I've always wanted you... " He paused and rubbed his lips, knowing that his statement wouldn't come out well.
"Mavis," I knew that by calling him, I would disrupt him from thinking about a proper way to present his statement. "You have always done what?"
My eyes went up and down his body in scrutiny as I thought about what he was going to say.
"I've always wanted you badly for me, you can ask my friends about this. Jackson, Anthony, and Michael knew how much I brooded over you so much that after the prom night, I fell sick briefly because you didn't show up." He said with an unwavering tone. It appeared that he was ready for the outcome of what he'd just said.
I was still, my eyes traveled through his hairy chest, down to his arms, and back to his face. This guy, he looked as hot as hell. Goosh! In a bit to wave the distraction aside, I quickly switched back to our conversation. "Jackson? A brother to a cheating scumbag?" I sighed. "Jackson's twin brother is now my nightmare."
"You are now enemies with Jason? Why do you say so?" He asked curiously and I looked up at him, shook my head, and lowered it again. "Please, don't be concerned, I'll pay Jason in his coin when the time comes." My eyes steadied on the cup of wine on the table as I ruminated over my ugly past.
"Anyway, I'm serious about you, Isabel."
"Mavis, this revelation must be a joke. We both know that you are fond of joking,"
"I'm not joking right now, Do you mind checking my room? I have your pictures displayed on the walls of my room. I fantasize about you daily after high school. It was worse when you didn't show up at the prom and, I'm still wondering why."
I raised my face a little, my eyes looking elsewhere. "What are you up to, Mavis?" I asked with my face buried in my palm. His revelations affected me and it was obvious.
"I just thought to let you know that it was you I wanted from the beginning."
"Get out of my room, now or I'll scream down this house," I said in bitterness, whimpering in pretense. He wasn't coming closer to pamper but rather, was making himself ready to walk out of my room.
"You are heartless, Mavis!" I felt my heart being broken by his revelations. The thought of what happened a few days before the prom night, how I'd kept my favorite dress just to look pretty for him. Maybe, we would have ended up in bed that night as I was ready to walk up to him and face Estelle. I would have told her that I deserved him and not her.
I was a weakling I know, the thought of her embarrassing me before everyone scared the shit out of me. My life was never the same after college, as I packed my bags, knowing full well that I was never going to set my eyes on Mavis' pretty face again.
"Well, goodnight. We'll see by tomorrow." he walked out of my room and sneaked into his' since our rooms were directly opposite each other's.
I jumped out of bed shortly after, grabbed the wine cup on the table and tiptoed out of my room. My adrenaline soared as soon as I got to the door of his room.
ISABEL I gave a light knock on his door. "Roland?" He called out but got no response. "Donald?" He went again and was greeted with the same cold silence. He probably thought it would be Roland or Donald. I overheard Mom saying that they were fond of encountering ghosts in their sleep. I waited quietly, listening, as Mavis shoveled his feet down to his door. To his greatest surprise, he opened the door to a completely different person. It felt inappropriate to do this, but yet, something seemed to push me. It left me wondering where I'd gotten the vigor to jump off my bed and follow him immediately after. He opened his door, and the concentrated scent of vanilla flushed over my face making me feel like pulling him into a tight hug. At this point, I cared less about our parents getting to see us wrapped up together under folds of bedding. All sweaty, doing crazy things to each other, moaning, and ... "Isabel? What is it, you have been silent for a while." He pulled me out of my
MAVIS A smile flashed through my face. I felt like a conqueror who had successfully subdued a rival. I knew she couldn't resist me, judging from how she always fought to be around the places I was in school. "Yes, deal." My body wasn't a party to this agreement, but I just needed to assure her. Knowing how good I was, I knew she wouldn't stop me halfway until I was done. It was already midnight and I prayed silently for the night to be longer."This will happen only once, right?" She asked worriedly but I bluntly ignored her. I looked up at her boobs, they lay helplessly in her nightwear. I could tell how horny she was seeing how hard her nipples were through her silky pajamas. "Can I touch them?" I was referring to the watermelons on her chest but she shook her head lightly, avoiding my gaze. I knew that if I pressed on, she would give in but I wanted her to come around by herself. "Are you shy?""I'm not," she answered quickly."If you are not, let's look at each other in the eye
ISABEL "Of course, Isabel, I have to go." He said, making me feel terrible for getting myself into this mess. I heaved and released my arms around him as I tried to mask the sadness on my face. "I meant, I have to go deep inside of you." He turned around almost immediately like a starved wolf who had just bumped into a human in the forest. He grabbed my ass, lifted me from the floor, and made it toward the table. He pushed everything on it down with one hand and dropped me on it. With his teeth, he began to unbutton my pajamas, brushing his face against my boobs intentionally as he couldn't wait to have a taste of them. My breathing became intense as anticipation washed over me. My mind wondered about all the things I thought I could do to him on the first day I saw him. My hands caressed his neck as he unbuttoned my nightwear. As soon as he had finished, he smiled upon seeing my full and rounded boobs displayed before his face. "I have always known that you were gifted with su
MAVIS Isabel's Mom knocked and waited patiently for her daughter to get to the door. "Fuck! What now?" I asked reaching for my pants on the floor. "My door is open, she won't come in until I ask her to." She grabbed her duvet at once, "Get in,""Huh?""Don't be an asshole, get in the duvet!" She ordered. I crept under the duvet and lay between her legs. "Yeah, come in." She said, with a tone that sounded as though she was just waking up. The door opened, and Matilda's feet walked into the room.Not minding her presence, I began to play with Isabel's clit. "Mmm..." She moaned. "No please, don't turn on the light. I'm still sleepy, Mom." Matilda paused. "This room is quite stuffy," Matilda said and Isabel gasped. "I'll take care of that, good morning Mom." "Good morning, darling. Are you okay? It's already 5 am.""Huh? 5 am?" Isabel who was shocked queried. "It's 5 am," Matilda repeated herself. "I came to inform you that we will be leaving for Scotland,""We?" Isabel asked suddenl
ISABEL "A girlfriend? Mavis does not have a girlfriend unless he has a secret one." Jessie said, responding to my question. His response caused everyone on the table to laugh."Does he sleep out?" I asked Jessie again, hoping that he would finish answering my queries before Mavis showed up for breakfast. "Sometimes yeah, he sleeps out. I guess it's mostly when he has a party to attend or when he's depressed, he stays away to cool off." Mavis stood by the entrance and hawked, "Someone wants to know more about me, sounds interesting." Speak of the devil, and the devil arrives. He joined us and sat opposite me. "So, have you any more questions? " He asked, gesturing for Jessie to pass the tea mug."I still do, I couldn't find some of the answers on Google." I teased and he smiled. "They must have been very sensitive questions then," I looked up and caught his lovely eyes staring at me. "Does anyone need anything else?" Jane, the cook asked as soon as she walked in. We both turned in
Mavis "Are you okay?" She rolled her eyes at me and rather remained quiet. "Let me help you up," If I had known, I would have asked her to wear a flat shoe instead. I had no idea that she intended to wear a six-inch stiletto on a marble floor, she wasn't even a regular user. I barely found her on heels during parties at high school. She was mostly on fancy sandals and wedges. "I'm no longer interested in coming with you," She said it lightly and I felt a part of my heartbreak. "Please, Isabel don't say this, I already have the car on the driveway. I turned to the door and found the twins staring at us. "Is she okay?" Roland asked and Isabel nodded gently. "She's an adult, adults don't feel pain." She added and got up abruptly. "Shall we?" A smile illuminated my face. I was happy that things were working out as planned. I guarded her into the car and got in the driver's seat. She took out a pair of glasses from her purse and wore it over her eyes. I went closer and gave her
ISABEL I stood there in the doorway, frozen in place as my gaze drifted to the items on the bed. My heart started racing, and I felt my face flush as I realized what this meant. But then, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. Mavis was looking at me with a curious expression, and I could see that he was trying to read my thoughts. I swallowed hard, and then a smile spread across my face. Mavis returned the smile, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Is everything alright?" I simply nodded at him. As I looked at Mavis, I felt a wave of uncertainty wash over me. His eyes were intense, and I could tell he was trying to figure out what was going through my mind. But I couldn't hide the truth from him. The items on the bed were stirring something inside me, and I knew he could see it written all over my face. I tried to collect myself, but I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as my thoughts raced. With a sly grin, he suddenly asked, "What do you think?" I felt my che
MAVIS With a mild foam, I began to scrub her legs. She couldn't take her eyes off me as I meticulously washed her. Her breasts were buried in the foamy water. I continued that way, scrubbing until I got to her thighs. Her legs were slightly parted and immediately, I imagined her lying that way on the bed. Rubbing my hands against Isabel's flawless skin alone gave me a boner. I tried to hide it from her until we were done and got into bed but she suddenly pointed it out. "What's over here," she said directing her hands between my legs. "Nothing's there," I walked away from the tub and went toward the mirror. That way, my cock will sleep a little but by the time I got to the mirror, I saw Isabel behind me with a wet body. The water from her body gathered around the axis where she stood. "Why did you walk away?" She got closer and gave me a small smile. "I just wanted to be sure that I'm fine before getting back to you," she hugged me unexpectedly, pressing her boobs into my body. "I
ISABEL It happened in an instant. A deafening and sudden explosion, "POP!" It felt like my soul was drawn out of my body. It was like the sharp sound of a gunshot. It shook even the foundations of the courthouse vehemently. "Isabel! Get down at once!" my stepfather's voice boomed from the back. But before I could do anything else, someone swooped in, grasping my waist and pulling me down. His steps faltered, and we both tumbled to the floor while I landed on his bleeding body. I gazed down in horror as blood gushed from his upper limb, his face contorted in agony as he clutched the wound. Everything went blurry, and I collapsed, unsure if I'd passed out or left this world behind. **** Third Person POV As Isabel and Mavis shared a desperate embrace, Jason's men burst in, flooding the courthouse with loaded guns. Jason had promised to pay them off if they succeeded together. They descended upon the courthouse by a hired helicopter, his heavily armed team catching t
Third Person POV Isabel shook her head, her eyes welling up with tears. "No, Mavis, that's not what happened. She slipped and fell on her own, and then she tried to ruin my dress with wine. She's just trying to cause trouble." Mavis's expression turned cold as he gazed at Estelle, "You don't need to cry, my love," he said, turning to Isabel and taking her hand. "The cameras will clear your name. Look, there's the broken glass of red wine, proof of her actions." Estelle's face contorted in anguish as she screamed, "You believe her? Why don't you ever listen to me? I was only sipping my wine when she pushed me!" Mavis's eyes fell on Estelle once more, "Congratulations, Estelle. Your jealousy has cost you dearly. You've lost your place and respect as a part of the Mulan family. You never deserved to bear our name. I'll call a doctor to tend to you, and then the police will take you away to serve your sentence. You're no longer welcome here." "Please, Mavis, don't call the polic
Third Person POVMavis's estate in Beverly Hills, now referred to as the Big Master's residence, was buzzing with guests trooping in and out. The maids were busy attending to familiar and unfamiliar faces who had come to grace the ceremony.A commotion ensued at the entrance as some guests, who had not received invitations, attempted to gain entry.However, in accordance with Mavis's instructions, the security officers firmly turned them away, adhering to the strict "invitation-only" policy.Meanwhile, Estelle was hiding in the toilet to put a call through to her accomplice. "Jason, did I ask you to wait until after the wedding?" She asked over the phone."Yes," Jason replied, "You did, are you under pressure? I can hardly hear you." Moments earlier, she'd received a shocking instruction. She was to remain confined to the house, restricted from stepping out until the wedding was over. The reason was clear, Matilda mustn't see her. According to Isabel, her mother would worry that sh
Third Person POV Soon after Bennett left, Estelle settled into the living room sofa, engaged in a conversation with Jason. "Did you not tell me that he lost his job?" Jason continued, "yet he resides in a Beverly Hills mansion? How did he achieve that?" "Maybe Isabel helped him, you know she has a big business now." "Her business is barely a month old, and I doubt her funds could afford even a single room in Beverly Hills," Jason replied. "I suspect Mr. Mulan must have provided financial assistance to Mavis. But if it's Isabel, what about her employees, will she even pay them?" "Hmph! That's none of our business, we should make our move when Isabel is alone, but be warned, the estate is heavily guarded by vigilant security personnel." "Don't worry, I have a team of thugs who'll take care of her until she miscarries," Jason said grinning over the phone as he thought of the pain he would be inflicting on his ex-turned-enemy. "Yes!" Estelle concurred, "She should lose her b
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
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 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
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
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