MAVIS I had checked Estelle into a hotel, taking her along with me wouldn't be a good idea. The driver I hired placed the piece of paper that had the address written on it by his side so he wouldn't miss his way. He paused in front of a breathtaking building, "Here's the house sir," the driver pointed toward a house with a slightly parted gate. I looked out through the car glass, This can't be right. Isabel wouldn't splurge on such an extravagant residence. I thought silently. Even though she had access to my finances, I had received no notifications of any monetary transactions. My wealth remained untouched, making it highly improbable that Isabel could have afforded such a magnificent estate. Pondering over this incongruity, I attempted to justify my doubts. "Surely, this cannot be her house. Where could she have possibly procured the funds to make such a purchase?" I deliberated as I compared the lavish dwelling before me to the image captured in the photograph. The driv
ISABEL"Are you hurt?" Eric inquired, his eyes scanning my body for any sign of injury."He didn't touch me," I assured him, my voice trembling slightly. "But what if he's dead? He bleeding, we have to get him to the hospital."Eric's gaze shifted from me to the man lying motionless on the ground, clearly taken aback by my concern. "I thought that was your ex-lover," he said, his voice laced with confusion. "You said he came to bother you?""No, that's my step-brother," I clarified.Eric shook his head, eyes wide with contrition. "Geez, I apologize for jumping to conclusions. I hope Mr. Mulan won't hold this against me. Let's hurry up and get him to the hospital.""Agreed." I grabbed my belongings, my purse, and documents as Eric hoisted Mavis up, supporting his limp body with a remarkable show of strength. Our feet thudded against the ground as we raced to the car, the urgency of the situation pressing us forward.Eric's foot pressed against the accelerator, hurtling us through the s
ISABEL Bracing myself, I spoke softly, "Eric, it's not that simple. I have a really dark past." I swept off a strand of hair from my hair to the back of my ear. Trying to ease the tension, Eric reached out for her hand, "What happened, Isabel? You can talk to me." My gaze lowered, "I'm sorry, Eric. What I'm about to tell you... I'm truly sorry." "It's okay, Isabel. Whatever it is, I'm here for you." With my voice quivering, I confessed, "I'm pregnant..." Eric's expression shifted from concern to confusion, "Wait, I don't understand. Are you saying you got pregnant from last night, or that you were already pregnant?" A shuddering breath escaped my lips as I delivered my revelation. "The man I told you about... The one who left me for another, is Mavis, my step-brother. And I'm pregnant with his child." The color drained from Eric's face, and he stared at me with disbelief, his mouth agape. "No... This can't be real. This must be some kind of twisted joke, right? The weight of
MAVIS Resting on a hospital bed, a bandage around my head, I was trying to recover from the wound inflicted on me. Just when I thought I was alone, the door opened, revealing Estelle. With a concerned expression, she approached me, the first to visit since I had been admitted. "Hey, Mavis," she said. "I heard about what happened through the driver that conveyed us to the hotel. So she did this to you?" In my weakened state, I mustered a rueful response. "I doubt Isabel was directly involved, but her new beau sure has a violent streak." "The audacity of some people," Estelle fumed. "I can't believe he would stoop so low as to have you attacked. "He doesn't know how to handle a remorseful man " "Unacceptable!" Estelle's eyes flashed with indignation. "Apologizing? For what?" Estelle's voice dripped with incredulity. "Mavis, you deserve so much better than that. You're worth more than being used and discarded by a woman who's so clearly unfaithful." "But, what if she's preg
99 Third Person POV After all, Estelle had come too far to give up now. She was close to achieving her goal, why would she back off? She planned on getting a place in the Mall so that no one would believe that a hard-working lady could have a part in the abduction of a leech, so she thought of Isabel, a leach. She held a secret hatred for Isabel. Does Mavis think I care about Isabel's new fling? What a fool! She seethed inwardly, I'll have her snatched away and keep her out of your hair. Her carefully laid plans left no room for remorse. Isabel won't see this coming, She smirked in her mind, the taste of vengeance sweet on her lips. An office in a fast-growing Mall having a variety of goods, the perfect cover for a busy woman like herself. The following day, after Mavis had been discharged from the hospital. He accompanied her to the Mall: TABOO TREASURES AND ALL WHATNOT, knowing that following his father's position, he would be honored and Estelle would easily get the job
Third Person POV Mr. Mulan chose to wait for his beloved wife at the park before heading off to work, his longing for her company making it impossible for him to commence the day without first sharing a moment with her. While immersed in a leisurely read at the park, sipping his refreshing juice intermittently, the metallic clang of the gate heralded the arrival of Matilda, who was dropped off by a car. Mr Mulan's heart stirred as he caught sight of his beloved wife, and he stood up eagerly, his attention now fully focused on her. The moment Matilda appeared and stepped out of the car, Mr Mulan rose to his feet in eager anticipation. While Matilda seemed hesitant to approach him, her husband's unwavering stance nudged her forward. "Hello, my love," Mr. Mulan greeted her with his usual warmth, but Matilda's response was less than enthusiastic, casting a pall of concern over him. "You don't seem yourself today," he noted, the smile on his face disappearing. "I'm not sure how to sa
Third Person POV Isabel walked inside her house to relax comfortably while answering the phone, she did so to reduce the tension that had engulfed her upon seeing a call from Mr Mulan. Isabel answered her phone after hesitating for a while, "Hello," She uttered, the word "dad" lingering on her tongue but unspoken. She was already feeling too guilty to call him dad when she clearly knew that her mother always meant her words. If she said she was leaving Mr Mulan, she would and how then would he still be her stepfather? Mr Mulan's reply was warm, "Yes, my dear," he called, the weight of that final word resonating in Isabel's mind. To her, he was oblivious to the fact that she was pregnant with his son's child. Maybe her mother had not disclosed it yet. She felt a bit better but not completely fine. Mr Mulan, sensing the shift in Isabel's usual reply, pressed on gently, "How are you, my dear? Is everything alright?" Isabel, choosing her words carefully, replied, "Yes, I'm good,
ISABEL I woke up with a dull ache in my body, but after a soothing shower, I felt considerably more refreshed. As I prepared myself for the day, a knock on the door caught my attention, and to my surprise, Eric stood there with a smile and a young man by his side. "Hi, Eric. Good morning." "Good morning to you," Eric greeted. "I'd like to introduce Lucas here, your new driver. He comes highly recommended by the agency." The young man stepped forward, a polite expression gracing his face. "Good morning, Ms Isabel. I'm pleased to meet you. "Good morning, Lucas," I responded, pleased with the young man's manners. "You're aware that your assignment begins today, aren't you?" "I wasn't told, but I'm eager to start work immediately, Ms Isabel," Lucas replied. Turning to Eric, I nodded with a smile, indicating my satisfaction with the driver. "Thank you for bringing Lucas here. I believe he is suitable." "You're quite welcome, Isabel," Eric said. "Lucas, I trust you'll make yourself