ISABELNathan sped toward the airport instead while I leaned on the car seat to meditate on the News from the radio. The radio hummed softly in the background, providing a subdued soundtrack for my racing thoughts. As Nathan weaved through the traffic, my mind reeled with the implications of our parents' arrival. My stepfather’s return to Los Angeles seemed to be heralding a shift in the tides, a turning of the wheel that would send ripples throughout my stay in the Mulan's mansion. Soon, we got on the airport road. We would be arriving at the airport in a few minutes. The airport road loomed ahead, the iconic signs of Los Angeles International Airport (LAX) rising from the horizon like beacons in the distance. Nathan smoothly navigated the twists and turns, skillfully avoiding the chaotic tangle of traffic. My gaze drifted to the passing scenery, the familiar sights of the city rushing by in a blur.Stepping out of the car, I glanced around the bustling airport. The air buzzed wit
ISABELAmelia burst through the front door, her eagerness to greet Mr. Mulan visible on her face. As Nathan attempted to assist with the luggage, Amelia stepped forward, gently plucking the briefcase from his grasp with a dazzling smile. "Allow me," She said with a gracious nod of thanks, her gaze fixed on me as she waited for the couple to step out of the car.In a graceful motion that spoke volumes of her learned respect, Amelia sank to one knee, her posture straight and proud as she spoke. "Welcome home, Mr. and Mrs. Mulan. It’s a pleasure to have you back at the estate," She said giving them a warm smile.The gesture was a rare display of deference. As Mr. Mulan acknowledged Amelia’s gesture with a curt nod. She rose to her feet at once and dashed into the foyer.As we stepped through the doorway, I felt the weight of my mother's hands resting gently on my shoulders. She suddenly asked, "Were you able to repair your broken shop?"I paused, considering my words carefully, before cr
MAVISI was the first to arrive at the table. Soon after, Jessie joined me. His appearance was enough to convince me of how hungry he was. "Hi," He said, pulling out a seat."Hi, Jessie. Why do you look so hungry and worn out?"While Jessie attempted to give me his reply, Isabel showed up in a red nightgown distracting us. Jessie and I watched her as she approached the dining table. Why did she have to choose a red one? I thought before welcoming her to the table. "Hello, Mavis." She said but her eyes were on Jessie."Hi," I briefly said and she smiled but kept her gaze on Jessie."Hey, Jess. Are you okay?" She must have noticed the sadness on his face. Jessie nodded, "I am, just that, I'm famished. I didn't have enough in the afternoon because I lost my appetite.""Why not start eating already?"Jessie looked at me and shook his head, "We wait for everyone else to be present at the table."As if on cue, Donald sauntered into the room, his movements slow and sleepy. Roland followed,
ISABELMavis suddenly looked up from his phone and glanced around before burying his face in it again. He was tapping the keyboard on his phone quickly then, he would wait and begin again.He had stopped eating and was now more interested in his phone. "It seems you have been distracted, son." Mom said and he looked up, feeling uneasy."It's just a short conversation with workmates about an updated schedule. I'll resume eating as soon as we have finalized our discussion." Mom nodded.Donald and Roland were already done with their food and had vacated the table leaving behind a portion of their meal.Somehow, Jessie was able to swap his plate with Donald's so he could finish up when he had remained."Jessie eats more than everyone in this house, yet, he doesn't grow fat," Dad commented teasingly, standing to his feet as he wiped his mouth with the serviette. Jessie gave him a small smile and continued with his food. Mom followed behind her husband and waited for him to dump the used s
MAVIS After my hasty departure, I grabbed my briefcase and made it toward my car. As I slid into the driver's seat, the engine purring to life beneath me, a thought flitted across my mind. Could Isabel be pregnant? And if so, who could the father be? I shook my head, a futile attempt to dismiss the idea, my mind already conjuring up possibilities and scenarios. But before the wheels of my imagination could start to turn, I turned my attention to the driveway, a final glance back at the Mulan mansion before pulling out of the garage. As I drove, the questions continued to nag at me. I knew that, if Isabel were indeed pregnant, the revelation would shake the Mulan family to its core, and unleash a torrent of drama and speculation and I wasn't ready for that. And then there was the even more troubling question of who the father might be. Could it be me, or had someone else stolen her affections? After wrapping up for the day, I would be embarking on my rendezvous with Estelle. My t
MAVIS I resisted Estelle’s advances with all the willpower I could muster, determined to extricate myself from the dangerous web she was weaving. "Stop," I said, my voice stern, commanding. “This isn’t what I came here for." But Estelle wouldn’t be deterred. She pressed closer, her body flush against mine, her lips perilously close to mine. “You know you want this," She whispered, her voice low and sensual. For a moment, I hesitated, my body betraying me with its treacherous response to Estelle’s proximity. But then, I remembered the purpose of my visit, the seriousness of her words. Pushing her away with a firm hand, I took a step back, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "No. Whatever it is that you’re hiding, just tell me now. I won’t fall for your tricks." Estelle’s expression hardened, her eyes flickering with something akin to hurt before she steeled herself. Estelle’s patience seemed to have reached its limit, her words dripping with disdain. "Clearly, you’re more co
ISABEL The revelation that Mavis was not joining the family for dinner left a hollow ache in the pit of my stomach. With this realization came the stark knowledge that I wouldn't be able to look at him during dinner like I usually did.Well, I took my cutlery and stretched out for a glass of water first. As I began to eat, the stillness of the dining room was broken by the unexpected sensation of a hand on my lap. My muscles tensed, and my eyes darted around the table, searching for the source of the contact.Despite the shock of the unexpected touch, I forced myself to remain calm, my gaze flitting between my plate and the tablecloth, feigning disinterest. The sensation was delayed for a while. As the seconds ticked by, I thought. Had I imagined the contact? Or, maybe I felt so because of the tablecloth as it brushed against my thighs whenever I moved my legs. But as the hand on my thigh began to roam, tracing its way along the contours of my nightgown, I became more alarmed. Wi
ISABEL I listened calmly upon hearing Donald's comment. Mavis pulled out of my cunt and remained still. The tablecloth was a barrier, concealing his trembling legs from those seated around the table. Soon, Mom’s voice cut through the silence, addressing Donald."You must be hallucinating, my Dear," She said with a questioning look at me as though to say, did you also hear any sound?"Donald, there's nothing of such okay? It's probably the sounds from the cutleries kissing the plates." Dad nodded with a smile. I sat at the table with everyone else, but I felt alone. Mom’s comment calmed everyone down, but I was still worried. It felt like a fight was happening inside me. I wanted to do something to help Mavis but I was scared too.Donald’s voice cut through my thoughts, "Well, I know what I heard, but I suppose it’s fine if no one else did," He said. The dining room fell into a comfortable silence once more. And yet, I knew that for me, the trouble wasn't over. Mavis’ game was far