(Aya’s POV)I was lost in my own space, pretending to look after Katie, although my mind was occupied with Gino’s resurrection. The thought of possibly seeing him again stirred mixed emotions inside me, but most of them were anger and fear. I lowered my head, pinning my eyes on the wedding ring on my finger, nervously touching and trailing it with my index finger as I thought of what Addie had said.The soft knocks on the door snapped me out, bringing me back to reality and causing my body to jerk as if the sound was a loud bang. Katie stopped playing and turned her head toward the door; her eyes sparkled like a beautiful star as she rose to her feet.I shook my head. “Na-ah! Mommy’s opening the door,” I said, standing up when I realized what she planned to do.“It could be daddy,” she blinked, her eyes still on the foyer.“Yeah,” I rolled my eyes, wanting to tell my daughter she needed a miracle for that. “It could be your aunts…”Addie and Leslie went grocery shopping, but if it was
(Aya’s POV)There were two imaginative voices I was hearing. The first one tried to confirm if Red did say he intended to spend the rest of his life with me, and the other validated that he did but for the kids. It could have been romantic, but again, the other voice told me Red would not go overboard for someone like me.It may be hard to explain, but when I said ‘I do’ on our wedding day, I thought of the same thing but we could not be together and live harmoniously if lies kept coming between us. I squeezed my eyes shut, thinking quickly about what to do, and there was only one thing best to do… Telling Red the truth!“Ryan gave me a jewelry set, and I… I lost it. He’s not supposed to be back this year from his business trip, so I thought it would give me time to save money. I’ve been thinking of breaking up with him, but I must return that expensive gift.” I explained and breathed hard before I continued, “But…”He placed his index finger on my lips, stopping me from talking. “Do
(Aya’s POV)One of the reasons I was not particularly eager to go home yet was that I needed to go to the community college and enroll for my last semester. When the school cashier gave me the receipt, my lips curved into a smile, feeling emotional as I stared at my proof of payment.“Do you like saying finally, Aya?” Mrs. Lane teased me, glancing at the man behind me, whom she was sure was not here to enroll in a small college.“Yeah,” I chuckled, folding the small piece of paper and placing it in my purse. “Bye, Mrs. Lane,” I said and waved my hand.When she raised his hand and mouthed ‘bye’, I smiled again before turning my back on her and grabbing Red’s arm, leading him to the stairs. It was the weekend, so more students were in the admin hallway to enroll and pay for their tuition. As expected, women and gays would stop and stare at the man I was with. Some would even give him a flirty look, but he seemed not to care about them.“Why didn’t you use the debit card I gave you?” he
(Red’s POV)“You can let go of my hands now, Red, because if you don’t, how can we get inside and cook your dinner request?” Aya chuckled nervously.For some reason I could not understand, I did not want to let go of her hands. My heart was hammering my ribcage, screaming to pull her closer to me and kiss her.“Red…” Her eyes were wide as her voice trailed off after saying my name.“Just a kiss, Aya,” I murmured, thinking I was crazy to ask her.I didn’t need to hear her answer because as soon as our eyes met, I knew she was giving me permission to do it. Just a kiss… a brief one, nothing more, nothing less. I breathed out nervously and lowered my head, unsure why my heart acted strange. It stopped beating when my mouth touched her soft lips, but my heart pounded erratically when Aya parted her lips… to welcome me?I intertwined our fingers to imprison them from touching Aya more, not wanting to misunderstand her and thinking she was giving me the signal that I could deepen our kiss.
(Red’s POV)“Me?” Aya raised her eyebrows, her palm on her chest as she confirmed that Violet was asking for her, not Scarlett.When our housekeepers knew Violet was okay, they left Aya and me in the hallway, just outside my daughter’s bedroom, giving us the privacy to talk.“Yeah, you,” I affirmed, although I was also unsure about it.Among my children, Violet was the only one who never called her mommy, just Aya, but today, she didn’t need me, not even Scarlett or anyone from our family. Only Aya.“Okay. I’ll check on her,” She smiled anxiously, breathing out nervously as she entered the bedroom.I followed her and sat on the edge of Violet’s bed, watching her and thinking about what would happen. Aya glanced at me; her lips trembled as she smiled before turning to the closed door.“Violet,” she knocked softly and called her.My daughter immediately opened the door for her, and when she entered the bathroom, Violet immediately locked it. A few minutes later, Aya went out, and Violet
(Aya’s POV)I did not move, pretended I had fallen asleep, dead-tired after our long day together. I could hear Red’s even breathing a few minutes after he switched off the main light. The only ones left were the dim wall light, enough for us not to stumble toward the bathroom just in case we wanted to use it at night.Slowly, I moved, rolling to my other side, but I was scared to open my eyes and see Scarlett sleeping between Red and me. My imagination went wild, wanting to move closer to my husband, but whenever it happened, my subconscious mind would scare me to death, seeing Scarlett’s spirit lurking in the shadows.Sighing, I rolled to my other side again while my mind screamed at me for believing a dead could hurt me. I had been married to Red for almost a week, and I could imagine myself dead before we could even celebrate our first year together. Cause of death? Nightmares. Crazy imagination of seeing Scarlett and thinking she would never share anyone of her family with me.I
(Aya’s POV)‘Just like me, they long to be… Close to you.’My eyelids opened, but I could still hear my mother’s voice singing her favorite song in my dream. My lips curved into a sad smile, missing her terribly and remembering how she would sing any of the Carpenters’ songs whenever she cooked breakfast in the kitchen.Red, pulling me closer to him, reminded me of what had happened last night. Nothing erotic or sensual happened, except we had that heartwarming conversation, and then I fell asleep in his arms. I blinked and gazed at my new favorite color, Red, and thought how lucky I was to be in the arms of a gorgeous, really tempting-to-kiss, sweet-smelling husband.I raised my hand, my index finger trailing his soft lips, wishing to kiss him, but my body jolted, startled when Red grabbed my wrist and playfully bit my finger.“You scared me,” I growled in a low voice, pretending to be angry at him and pulling back my hand.He chuckled, opened his eyes, and gazed at me. “Go back to s
(Aya’s POV) “Daddy’s free today. What do you want to do?” Red asked, looking at his children quietly eating their breakfast. I sucked my lips in when five children began talking at once. It was like they were bidding in an auction in their own noisy way. I could hear the zoo, museum, and amusement park… and Violet’s growl, annoyed with her siblings. “Whew!” Red turned his head at me. “I should have just asked you what you want to do.” I chuckled and turned to our children. “Kids, what did I tell you about speaking at the same time?” “You go first, mommy,” Sapphire grinned. “What do you want to do?” My eyes narrowed, wrinkling my nose as I thought. “I can’t think of anything in particular, but I want to have a great time with you.” “I want to go to the zoo,” Blue murmured, his lips pouting and his eyes squinting at his spoon. “Let’s not go there,” Violet sneered, rolling her eyes at him. “You’ll only realize you’re adopted,” she said and mimicked the sound of a monkey. “Daddy!”
(Aya’s POV) Three months later... I raised my hand, my fingers trailing my little one’s soft skin as she had her milk from my breast. I smiled when she stopped, a habit she seemed to have whenever she heard something familiar. “You heard daddy’s voice, Athena?” I asked lovingly. When I raised my head, my lips curved into a sweet smile seeing Red stopping and leaning on the doorframe. He kept his cell phone inside his pocket and gazed at us. “Cora left already?” I asked as I fixed my nursing bra and thought to pump milk later. I could not believe I was blessed with lots of milk. He shook his head. “She’s hiking with Ariana tomorrow. Can you believe it?” He chuckled. “Or should I call a rescuer in advance?” I chuckled, shaking my head. “Don’t say that in front of your sister. She might think of something else, like camping there for the night. So, please...” As Roman promised, his two children, Ariana and Red, stayed until I gave birth, and they seemed to have changed their mind
(Red’s POV)“Are you sure?” Mike asked me as Emmet and Scarlett went to the playroom to talk to Rosie.“You said it yourself, Mike, that even if I don’t press charges, she will still go to jail,” I muttered, sighing as I eyed Aya sitting in the living room, murmuring words to our little one as she caressed her belly.I hoped it was still because of her pregnancy that she was soft-hearted, sobbing over the story she heard from Scarlett. She lived poorly with Emmet, who worked as a security guard in a warehouse in the province he mentioned, but she never looked sad, not even regretting marrying him. If asked, she said she wanted to stay dead in her family’s eyes rather than go back, but Sherrilyn found her again, threatening her of hurting Emmet and Rosie if she didn’t help her with money. Sherrilyn must have forgotten that even her daughter signed a prenuptial agreement before our marriage, and the few gifts I gave her as a gift would take time to repossess because of her death. “But
(Aya’s POV)Almost eight months ago, when I first came here to the Carlington Residence, I believed I was born a selfless person with no ‘me’ time in my system. I had never expected to be part of this family when all I wanted at that time was to get a job and replace the parure Ryan gave me. I was not qualified for the job, but I had to lie to Red. The pieces of jewelry, the need for money, and the hope of finishing my studies and getting a good job for my father and Katie were the forces that pushed me to pretend to be someone else. Who knew I would meet Red, the man who had told me many times I was not qualified, had given me a chance because of his love for his children? It was not even a year, but a lot of things had happened in my life. I turned my head and gazed lovingly at my husband. He didn’t have to say it, but I knew deep inside he was hurting. I might not have witnessed their long years of marriage before the plane crash, but I saw how he tried to cope, live for his chil
(Aya’s POV)“Think, Sherrilyn,” I chuckled nervously. “The restroom is small for me to trip. And wait! Are you threatening me?”I thought of different ways to run toward the door, but Sherrilyn’s plan of possibly pushing me would be more realistic than the one in the restroom. I took a deep breath to calm myself and hoped Red would come on time. If I weren’t pregnant, I would care less about what she planned to do, but my sole concern now is my child.“Mom, will you please stop!” Scarlett grabbed her mother’s arm, stopping her.“Stop?” Sherrilyn hissed at her daughter. “As long as she’s here, she’s going to be the end of you.”“What do you plan to do with her, huh?” She asked annoyingly. “We’ll only make Red furious. Mom, all my life, I did what you wanted. Will you listen to me once? Let Aya go.”“What’s happening with you?” Sherrilyn brushed off her hand and gave her daughter a dagger look. “Have you gone mad?”“No!” Scarlett stood before her, blocking Sherrilyn from coming to me. “
(Aya’s POV)“Did you bring everything you needed?” Addie chuckled, asking me jokingly the same question she had the first time I got here in the villa in Rose Hills.I laughed as I get off the car, hating that I had to feel like my bladder was about to explode if I didn’t find a toilet right this minute. I had no intention of getting inside the villa, but Dante stopped the car in the driveway. I already had the chills, my tiny hair standing up, and my baby seemed to feel my need as it moved and kicked. I almost rolled my hair, seeing Scarlett standing in the doorway, waiting for her family.“I’m not sure I need them now, Addie,” I growled on the phone, thinking quickly about where the nearest restroom would be. “What I want now is to pee, and if I don’t, I’ll leak in Gino’s car… or worse, here in the porch!”“Then leak there first. I’m sure Scarlett won’t mind,” she advised. “Got to go, cous. We have a guest. Take care, okay?” she said, ending the call.“Why don’t you use the one nea
(Aya’s POV)“Will I get a discount if I give referrals?” Miles smiled as he picked up his cup of coffee. His eyes wandered around the common room.“Even if you don’t give referrals, Miles. I’ll still give you a discount... or maybe have your accommodation for free,” I promised him.Miles chuckled. “I’ll call you when I have the time to hike,” he sipped his coffee and then put his cup back on the center table. “But before my hiking plans, I should close this case first.”He must be working overtime; his wide-set eyes looked tired but still focused on our discussion. I wondered if he had ever slept or had time to eat. When Red called Mike and asked them to come, they arrived in less than three hours at the lodge.It was almost midnight.“You should go home, Red,” Miles said, surprising us with his advice. “Bring the kids back to the villa and pretend for a while, at least for the kids, that everything’s normal between you and Scarlett.”“I think it’s too late for that,” I cut in and smi
(Red’s POV)“Did we do something wrong?” Blue blinked his adorable eyes at me. “I’m okay having a baby sister, I swear!” He said, raising his right hand. “It’s okay we lost the bet.”We were in the main bedroom, looking like having a story-telling class, when I asked them to sit on the bed while Aya and I sat, almost leaning on the bed’s headboard, facing the children.“No,” Violet answered without breaking her gaze at me. “Mom and Dad are going to talk to us about Emmet and Rosie... and mom... the Scarlett mom,” she muttered, emphasizing her mother’s name.Katie pursed her lips as she played with her slime toy. “Why is your mom also Rosie’s mom?” she asked, leaning forward to look at Violet and her round eyes blinking curiously at her sister.She leaned back when my eldest daughter pursed her lips. Katie’s eyebrows knitted as she thought, then she shrugged her shoulders and continued playing with her toy.Violet sighed. “I hope I know the answer to that question, Katie,” she muttered
(Red’s POV)“You... know that I am Scarlett’s...” I gritted my teeth, clenching my fists but trying to control myself from hitting Emmet’s face.Emmet met my eyes and slowly shook his head. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. When he opened his eyes, he looked at his sister.“Emily, why don’t you take Rosie home?” He begged and smiled sadly at his daughter.“I don’t want to go home yet,” Rosie pouted her lips, her eyes pleading with him to let her stay.“You should listen to your daddy. Go home, Rosie,” Blue said as he got off his chair. “I’ll play outside. Triplets, do you like to play with me?”This was the first time I saw my children push away another child. Ariana always said that my kids could be awarded for amiableness and friendliness, which she sometimes disliked because it sometimes ended up trouble for her wallet when my kids also wanted to treat others with ice cream or any treats. My twins, even Katie, the sweetest of our daughters, said nothing about Rosie. She got
(Aya’s POV) “Can we name our baby sister now,” Green muttered excitedly as he ate his cake. Red turned his head to me, raising his eyebrows and asking me in silence if it was okay. I nodded, also excited about their suggestions. “Oh…kay…” He nodded slowly to them. “We’re open to suggestions,” he said, emphasizing the last word and glancing at the open main door when a familiar girl peered from the outside. “Can we do that later? We have guests.” Emily showed up at the door, smiling apologetically at us and glancing at the little girl she was with. For Rosie’s sake, I begged Red not to file a case against Emmet because on the day he ran toward me, he was not attacking; he was also trying to catch me. Violet smiled at Rosie, walking toward her and extending her hand to the child. “Hi, Rosie. Do you like cupcakes?” She nodded, her eyes wide as she looked interestingly at the balloons. She grabbed Violet’s hand and followed her toward the table. Red and I walked toward Emily, who st