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 He was stroking and lubricating his huge cock before getting inside of me again. My legs were up in the air, making thrusting a bit easier, swifter, and sweeter. I could imagine his frenulum brushing against my walls, it was giving him the highest kind of pleasure. I could tell from the look on his face. He went all the way to my cervix, making an indescribable pleasure flow through my body. I could feel my walls tightening up as he moved in and out of me swiftly. I was flying in the skies at this time. Mavis was truly never going to let me concentrate on other men. But, how do I end up with my step-brother? Wouldn't that alone tell outsiders that we were always having a closed-door affair? But, I loved him and I couldn't make myself stop loving him. It was even more difficult now that we were living under the same roof, with rooms directly facing each other's. The heck! I wouldn't be able to wipe this mess, it would continue on and on until we would be caught. Then, I must
MavisHer eyes sparkled as she raised her face to the position where the bed lamp rays were emitting from. She nodded, "That sounds like a great Idea. What do you think?""It's equally a great idea for me,""What would you tell Mr. Mulan?""No, what would you tell Matilda, is that what you meant to ask? Cause, I got no problem with Dad."She sighed, "Anything of course but when we both go away, wouldn't it be suspicious? And, wouldn't we need their blessings?""The only way out of this is... " I paused to get her reactions or comments."Is?" She lay with her elbows on the bed while my head was on the pillow, facing the ceiling. "To impregnate you,"A sudden slap landed on my face at once and I realized my mistakes. I shouldn't have said it that way. I took my palm to my face and rubbed a little although it wasn't painful. Today was a public holiday and we should both resume work by tomorrow. I feared that someone might try to woo Isabel out there leaving me with no chances at all.Sh
ISABEL "No," He mumbled. "What is wrong with you? Is it the question?" "I don't understand your question," he said averting his gaze this time. "But you responded with a 'no'?" "Yes, because I have nothing to do with Amelia." I knew there was something fishy going on or that had occurred probably in their past and Amelia was trying to ignite the fire again. "Why does she care about you so much and the look on her face when she led the kids into the dining room? Well, I don't have to talk about this, it is not my place to." "You have every right to question me, we are lovers Isabel." He breathed in. "Amelia is nothing but a housekeeper and that's all," I felt a little jealous, yeah, cause I have got feelings. I ignored him and stared out of the window. "I'm talking to you," He said but I acted as if something out there just caught my attention. "He stretched out and poked my side, "Stop," but he continued. Soon, we were laughing. "I didn't know you could be jealous." "J
MAVIS As I walked out of the room, I could feel the tension in the air. I knew that my words had upset her, and I felt a twinge of guilt. I wondered if I had said the wrong thing, or if I had been too blunt. I took a deep breath and kept walking toward the door. As I reached for the doorknob, I heard her voice behind me. "Wait," she said, her voice cold. I turned to face her, my hand still on the doorknob. I could see the concern in her eyes, and I knew that I had to stay and talk to her. I let go of the doorknob and walked back into the room, ready to face whatever came next. I could see the question in her eyes, and I knew I had to answer honestly. "The condition is that you'll tell Mom about us," I said. I could see her thinking deeply about my words, and I held my breath, waiting for her response. "You want me to tell Mom about us? How can I do such?" Her words took me by surprise, and I felt my heart sink. "I... I don't know if I can do that," she stammered, the words catchin
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