“Mommy, mommy, can we get more steaks?” Marcelo’s angelical voice rang in the huge living room as he appeared in white stockings, newly released Fendi joggers, and a white top. His voice cut off Maria’s words and she gasped on the phone. “You have a child?” She was so shocked that she had to hold her chest to contain her surprise. Anna shook her head at the little boy, whose hands were filled with steaks and who still wanted more. Why did he have to pick Jacob’s eating habit of having steaks in his meal every time? “Mommy, who are you on the phone with? Is it grandma Susie?” Marcelo hopped on Anna’s lap, his greasy hands staining her white evening gown. A few weeks after she received her first income, Anna moved to a bigger, and more well-furnished house that was bigger than her ex-husband’s mansion. She had employed a nanny and a housekeeper, but since she still wasn’t comfortable living with people, she didn’t opt for a live-in staff just like Jackson. “No, baby, I'm on the pho
Back in London, Jackson was watching the news when his phone rang beside the documents he had recently abandoned. When he saw that the caller was his mother, he groaned slightly before picking up.“If this is about any meeting or parties, count me out of it.” “No, it isn’t.” Rosa’s voice over the phone was poise but there was a hint of emptiness in them. “Were you able to contact Jacob? I haven't spoken to him for 50 months. Has he completely gone crazy and abandoned everyone? Can I get his call line?” Her motherly emotion crippled her loyalty to her husband, and she had no choice but to find ways to contact her other son. Jackson had no words to say to his mother because she was also the one that has been calling and matchmaking him with Rebecca Cameron over the years. He couldn’t believe that she now wanted him to give her Jacob’s contact. That's impossible. “Mother, Jacob doesn't want to be found. I can’t give you his contact.”“What do you mean you can’t give me his contact in
In the VIP section of the Art Gallery, Jacob, who was still waiting for the director to get back to him, felt his stomach churning in hunger. Rising to his full stature, he took a glance at his Rolex and frowned slightly. “Where did you say I can bid for any other items by that artist?” He asked the man, who had been his escort. “Amedux auction house, you have to go through the site first and wait for her next item.” The man explained and Jacob frowned distastefully at him. “There’s no item available?” He asked, and the man nodded. Slightly angered, Jacob decided to wait for the Art gallery director to get back to him, and give him the artist's contact, so he could contact them directly. After Anna heard that the man asking for her contact information was Jacob Mikelson, her whole body trembled in shock and her phone almost fell from her trembling hands. Jacob was here in Jersey? How? When? Did he trace her down here? How did it happen?She was lost in a trance as these question
Realizing that he had almost slipped out Anna’s identity, the director chuckled awkwardly to cover up his slip. “Uhm, yeah. I mean, they. They would definitely appreciate that.” He corrected, Jacob squinted his eyes at him before nodding, “I will be on my way then.” He said to Mr. Joseph before strolling out of the Art gallery. Mr. Joseph, who had heard tales of how the Mikelsons, especially Jacob, had dominated the whole of London, was surprised that he had just left without causing a ruckus. Hm.. Guess time really changes people.Casually strolling out of the Art gallery like he wasn’t the most dreadful man in all of London. Jacob, on his way out of the hotel he had lodged in, Jacob felt his heart fluttering as he recalled all the paintings he had seen at the Art gallery. Thinking about them now, he realized that they all had deep meaning to them, portraying the horrible truth of the world, and how humans were struggling to survive. Since he was born into a very wealthy and in
“I don’t think it's impossible.” “Alright then.” He heaved a sigh of relief. “How’s it going? Any traces of Anna yet?” Jackson asked with a tiny bit of hope in his voice this time. “No, nothing. I will be leaving Jersey in a few days, and I don’t even know where to search anymore.” Jacob’s voice was strained even though he had tried to keep the emotions in check, and his twin brother felt it through the call. “Come back home then. Rhoda and Christain also came back a few days ago, you should come back home too.” “I can’t just give up. It's been 5 years.” “And anything could have happened. Come home and let's think about our next step, okay?” Jackson urged. He was also feeling very lonely and heartbroken, but he didn’t want his twin brother to grieve on his own. “I will think about it,” Jacob replied before he abruptly hung up. Feeling empty and desolate, he stared at the Ice cream store for a while before he decided that would prefer booze. A few months later, Marcelo star
“Mommy, is daddy in London too?” Marcelo asked all of a sudden, stunning Anna into utmost silence. It took less than a second to get past her shock and she was about to reply to him when she heard her phone beep. Fishing it from her pocket, she gave it to Marcelo to check what it was. “It's an inbox from your email.” Little Marcelo, who was already used to spending almost all his time on his mother’s mobile, playing arithmetics games, while she was cooking or painting was very knowledgeable about her work life. He was her little secretary. “Alright, I will check it when we get back home.” Anna smiled at him before she saw him going through her phone to play games again. Anna’s expectation of cheering Marcelo up with lots of fun in the amusement park was all for naught as the little boy was stuck with her all through and refused to play with other kids. Staring at the huge pack, Anna suddenly realized that only a countable number of mothers were like her, and most of the famili
Anna was shocked at how efficiently she had illustrated the image of the twins, and she couldn’t say a word even after listening to her son’s query. Her heart swelled with love and heartache as she gradually raised her trembling hands to caress the painting while tears pricked her eyes. “Look at them, Marcelo.” She spoke, her voice drenched with overwhelming ache. “These two men, they are your fathers.” and my masters. The tears that she was holding back started falling off her cheeks.Marcelo’s face changed into a disturbed one and he stood up when he saw her crying.“Mommy, don’t cry. I've seen them. Stop crying.” He used his thumbs to clear off his mother’s tears as he consoled her He started blaming himself for insisting that his mother show him his father. If he knew that she would end up crying, he wouldn’t have asked at all.Even though he was surprised that he has two fathers unlike other kids, he didn’t dare ask his mother any more questions as he gently patted her back in
After a few minutes, Rebecca was escorted to Jackson’s office by his secretary, but when he saw her, he felt like he had seen her before.Looking at her as she walked closer to him, Jackson realized that he only thought he knew her because she had traces of Anna’s features on her face. It was so ridiculous as he hadn’t been expecting Rebecca Cameron to resemble Anna at all. “How much did you spend to have her facial features?” He queried, his voice holding every inch of mockery he could add. Upon listening to his question, Rebecca faked ignorance as she quickly moved closer to Jackson to get a better view of him. “What do you mean? This is just makeup.” She muttered with the thought that she would be able to deceive him as it was more than fifteen years since they saw each other. Meanwhile, Jackson had asked to see Rebecca’s picture five years ago after his father had told him he would be engaged to her, and she was a totally different person then and now. The more he thought abou