Eggust's POV I could count on one hand the number of times I had been so mad in my life. The first time had been when Juss left. The second, when my..... Sylvester tried to beat up my mom. I lost it that day and turned into an unhinged animal, if mum didn’t stop me that day, I would have probably gone to jail for killing Sylvester. That was the day I lost respect for him forever and never tried to recover it. Since then, I completely despised him, the way he talked, his cockiness, how he often acted like my mum and I would have been nothing without him. When it was grandpa who held this family down, everything I had, I owed to grandpa, but Sylvester liked to make stuff revolve around him. The other time I got mad, was when a girl I used to fuck became obsessed with me. She wanted more than she deserved, I had to cut her off, but then she threatened to hurt herself, so I sent her to rehab where she recovered. The other times after that time I got mad, revolved around
Juss’ Pov As soon as Eggust stormed out of the house, I went to my room and locked myself in. I silently wished he wouldn’t come back, and I would be left all by myself. I just needed to be by myself for a while, I was tired of everyone detecting how my life should be. Marlani on one hand was asking me to leave her son and get rid of my child, Eggust on the other was insisting on us not breaking up, that he would handle the media situation. But no one asked what I wanted, they kept assuming what I needed or needed to do. I felt like I needed someone to talk to, someone that would have an unbiased opinion about everything that had been going on, but I didn’t have anyone else to talk to. I had been so unlucky with friendships that it almost felt like a phobia. Jessica used to be one of my go-to persons while I was in Mexico, until I found out she was the whore who had been fucking Marco behind my back. They made it seem like I was crazy when I talked about the cheating s
Marco’s Pov I smiled when I counted the number of coins in my purse after the apple vendor had given me balance. There were seven. Seven was a lucky number especially for Mexicans. I never believed in luck until Juss found out I was cheating on her with Jessica, and left the house for me. Before then, she had refused to put the house in my name, but just like that, she left it for me. I had a girlfriend I really loved and a house even though my job wasn’t bringing much at the time. Well, I guess I ran out of that luck eventually, cause Juss sold her house. And I was stuck in Manchester with some psycho girl who would screw me over at any opportunity she gets. So let’s hope my luck works well this time. Usually, a Mexican carried seven pesos in his wallet to attract good luck but I had not put them in my purse for that purpose. It had just happened. Which meant that whatever stroke of luck I'd have today would come effortlessly, without having to fight or struggle f
Hera’s Pov Nothing was going according to plan, I was a mess, everything was too. I didn’t even care about being with Eggust anymore, I just wanted Juss to leave him, because that was the only way they would be separated. Eggust was bent on not leaving her, he seemed to be more in love with her than she was with him. It was almost pathetic and made him look weak. I couldn’t believe my Eggust was simping over some old pussy when I could give him everything he needed. “What am I doing wrong? What am I not doing right or doing enough?” I asked rhetorically. Everything I tried wasn’t working. It was almost like I was moving in circles, which I hated so much. An idea suddenly popped in my head, what if they had separated at midnight, and I didn’t know because I hadn’t checked yet. I dashed to my room and picked up my phone, excited to see the headlines that Juss and Eggust had finally broken up, but then I remembered they weren’t even public, so even if they broke up, I
Marco’s Pov “Hola, mi amor,” Jessica said on the other end of the line. Something about it felt dry, but I chose to ignore it, I wasn’t about to let her throw a fit. “How’s the baby?” “Well, the baby is fine, until you do not take care of the responsibility. Then I will send the baby to a better place where he can have a better father. You know, Jesus.” “You’re only a few weeks pregnant, how do you know it’s a boy?” “I’m his mother, we know these things, our instincts are as sharp as they can be.” Yeah, its mother who keeps threatening to abort it if I don’t send money. As if life wasn’t already hard, Jessica made it harder. I wondered if Juss would have been like this as well, if he were having a baby. “Aren’t you going to say anything else, Marco? What has been going on? Tell me.” “What has been going on? Well, I don’t know I’ve been working hard so I can give you the money you need, so you don’t abort my baby.” I replied sarcastically. “Come on, my love,
Marlani’s Pov “I can’t do what you’re asking me, ma’am,” Ezekiel declared wiping off the stain he had on his lips. I had invited him to have breakfast so I could talk about Eggust and Juss. He was the closest to them, and I really just wanted to know what was really going on. He had been avoiding my gaze since he got here, I hoped to prey on his guilt to get some useful information. “So you’re saying you’re in support of their relationship? Is that why you didn’t tell me when it first started?” “No, I’m saying that Eggust is not a child. He is a grown man, he is old enough to decide for himself, and whatever he wants, is entirely up to him. It’s not my job to meddle in his affairs.” I had forgotten something about Ezekiel, he wasn’t one to be intimidated. It’s one of the reasons we hired him. So if I wanted to get an important piece of information from him, I needed another tactics. “You’re a father Ezekiel, what would you do if you were in my shoes? Would you le
Juss’ Pov As I threw the seventh unrecognizable piece of toast into the trash, even Ezekiel sighed. He had been watching me for the last hour, trying to make a simple meal of toast and eggs. One hour! A full sixty minutes and I wasn't even close to achieving a mediocre piece of toast. I was mentally, physically and emotionally imbalanced. That had to be the explanation for what was going on because I couldn't explain it anymore. How had I forgotten how to make toast????? "Are you sure you don't need my help?" Ezekiel asked me again. Well, if you wanted to be helpful, you could have helped me escape, rather than run to Eggust. I certainly wasn’t going to forgive him for helping Eggust find me. But instead of telling him that, I shook my head and took out another slice of bread. "No, thanks. I can handle this." He watched in silence and I prepared the toast and put it in the toaster. "I think you need my help." “You know what? I did need your help a few days b
Marco’s Pov There’s nothing sweeter than technology and the advantages it brought people like me. I was never a privileged kid, I lived in a community where having a cellphone was a luxury that only the rich could afford. So, being able to come this far and to be able to provide my child with everything they need was a blessing to me. But first, I needed to actually get the money to give to Jessica, so my child could be born. The wonderful thing about technology is as long as you know a person's name, you could get any information about them. Most often from their social media accounts. But if they were popular, all that was required was a photo of them. You won’t need to search for them because they are everywhere. Simple as that! As soon as you had that, you could put it on Google search and Viola! That was exactly what I did with Marlani's photo. Yes, the lady that Hera met with was no other person than Marlani Riggs, Eggust's mother. From the
JussOne week came to an end in the blink of an eye and it was time to go back home.“Babe, can we not go home?” Eggust groaned.“No way babe. The plan was to spend three days but here we are eight days later.”“Does it matter?” He whined.Eggust has always been a big baby and he wasn’t planning to grow up any time soon.“It does! Now stop being a baby and get up.”“But I’m a baby, or isn’t that what you call me.”I raised my hands in surrender triggering laughter for the both of us. “You win. So dear baby, get up, mummy wants to bathe you.”“Mummy should carry me to the bathroom.” He murmured.“Really?” I bent down to carry him immediately and fell back on his body and we got into another fit of laughter.He ended up carrying me to the bathroom.While we were bathing together everyone was washing their bodies so I had nothing in mind when I applied face wash with my eyes closed, but Eggust had other plans.He started massaging my soapy breast. It was soft and slippery, making me moan
Eggust's POVThree years laterThe excitement woke me up. It was our wedding anniversary and I was going to have Juss all to myself all-day for the first time in such a long time.I couldn't wait. I opened my eyes with a smile when I felt little feet pushing again my rib.Yep, one of the kids had snuck into bed with us again. It had become a habit in the past one year but my mom assured me that they would soon outgrow it really.I certainly hope so because this sharing business was not funny at all.Ten minutes later, at exactly 7:00 a.m. the doorbell rang and I rushed downstairs to get the package from the delivery guy.I had ordered a breakfast package to serve her in bed because I knew I wouldn't get through with cooking before she woke up. These days the kids ruled the house and whenever they woke up, everybody else had to wake up too.Juss had been craving Chinese for a while now and so I decided to surprise her with it. I put it on a tray and waltzed into the room singing a son
Marlani's POVIt was such a monotonous routine. Everyday, I woke up with a pain in my back due to the uncomfortable couch in the hospital room. I did my morning oblations in the bathroom then came to sit by his bedside till about noon when the second maid would come with lunch, then I'd go home, change and come back.The doctors tried their best to assure me he would be fine, but when your loved one was in a coma, it was difficult to have good thoughts. Grandfather’s dream replayed on my mind over and over again. I almost found myself begging him to let Sylvester go. It wasn’t his time yet. I was on the verge of giving up. The only thing that had kept me sane was talking, and talking I did.I went on to tell him about everything!Things that were happening in the world and in my life, hoping he would wake up and ask any questions but he never did.There was nothing I did not do.I cried.I prayed.I got angry at him.I begged.I appealed to him but nothing seemed to work.He just d
Marlani's POV"We need to leave now ma'am." My housekeeper said to me very early this morning.I couldn't understand how the day was so bright when I felt so gloomy.Today, we were holding a funeral for my father in law! His death still felt surreal, he was such a pillar and leader. Yes, he was gruff and grumpy and even mean occasionally, but generally, he had been a wonderful person.Nature had to show respect and join in the mourning!!!I smiled sadly to myself as I realized the impossible and crazy thoughts I was having."What has come over you Marlani?"I guessed it was panic. A really big one.Grandfather had been the only one who had kept the family together and now that he was gone, I didn't know what would happen to us.No one was capable of or willing to fill his shoes. Sylvester had changed, but I had doubts he could fill in grandfather’s shoes. Eggust was still mad at everyone for what we did to Juss, though he tolerated us because of her, he still held grudges. I didn’t th
Juss’ Pov Today was the final court hearing for Hera’s case, I was already getting frustrated with the way the case was going. They had all the evidence, why did they still need to have multiple hearings, just to prove that Hera was really guilty?Her cohorts had already confessed to their crimes, it took a little push from Ezekiel to get them to all turn against Hera. They were released and asked to pay a fine because they were her accomplices. But her charges were more, as the mastermind.It was funny how a harmless looking person like Hera, was responsible for my dilemma. She didn’t even look like someone who would go as far as opening an anonymous account just to ruin my life. Yet, I felt pity for her. She was just a woman who fell in love with the wrong person. Her obsession with Eggust had driven her to do all of those things. I was this close to begging Eggust to drop the charges, but I held back when I realized I wasn’t the only one she put through trauma. Eggust suffered
Juss’ PovAs I slowly opened my eyes, the haze of sleep began to clear, and I was met with the sound of faint chatter. My motherly instincts immediately kicked in, and I scanned the room for my babies. My mind relaxed as I spotted them safely in the arms of Eggust and Marlani. She had been a different person since I gave birth. Two days ago, she even offered me a heartfelt apology. Of course I forgave her, but that didn’t stop the awkwardness between us from lingering. I was grateful she cared about Oscar and Elaine though. It still felt like yesterday, even though it had been a whole week since I had my babies. I was to be discharged today and Sylvester had made arrangements for us to stay in grandfather’s house, as per his request.Grandfather was the first person to notice I had woken up. "Ah, Juss, you're awake," he said, drawing others attention to me. His voice was weak but filled with love.I tried to sit up, but my vision started to blur, a wave of dizziness washed over me,
Marlani…I found myself in my car, a couple of hours after Sylvester left, driving towards Eggust’s house. I couldn’t bear the feeling of guilt that gnawed at me. His house was a few miles away from here, so it took me some time to get there. When I got to the front door, I heard some noises coming from the living room. I recognized the voices as Sylvester’s Juss’ and Eggust’s.Sylvester was here? what was he doing here?There was a bit of scuffle, Sylvester and Juss were not exactly in an argument, Eggust would definitely not allow it. But they went back and forth. Sylvester accused Juss of hating him and being the reason why I never gave him a chance to redeem himself. While Juss insisted she was only trying to protect me. She knew what he did to me, and didn’t want me to go through something like that again. Eggust only interrupted when Sylvester’s voice got louder. He repeated the same words “careful dad, I will not let you insult my fiancée in our house.”“Our house?”They wer
Sylvester’s Pov I got into my car, turned on the engine and drove to god-knows-where. I had nowhere in particular I thought of going to, I just knew I wanted to be as far away as possible. Not because I was mad at Marlani for what she said, ‘cause truthfully I deserved it.Instead, I was mad at myself, for thinking I could offer an apology, show her how much I’ve changed and the effort I’m putting in to make sure our relationship is better, then she would accept me again, and helplessly fall in love with me. That didn’t only make me a jerk, but completely delusional as well. But did she have to do it immediately though? After our moment of wild sex. Couldn’t she have just waited until tomorrow or the day after then?My grip on the steering was firmer. A car tried to overtake me, but I was too focus on my anger to notice that. Due to his frustration, the driver honked at me, cursing as he was finally able to.I yelled back in frustration, flipping the driver my middle finger. My knuc
Marlani After the meeting with Eggust’s grandfather, Sylvester drove me back to his penthouse. We hadn’t really talked about the day, which I was thankful for, it was a sour topic and the last thing I wanted was to be vulnerable around Sylvester. Things were much better now that we were living together, than they were in the last twelve years. Sylvester worked from home and barely left the house, unless he wanted to buy groceries, which was weird, because he never went to the grocery store himself. At first, I thought it was because of a lady, perhaps a new fling he was hooked on. But after his constant requests for me to join him, I realized he was doing it all to please me. Sylvester Flemming, doing everything in his power to be called a better husband? Who would have thought? Certainly not me. I just finished making breakfast and was setting the table, when I heard footsteps approaching, I turned around to see Sylvester sauntering down the stairs. He flashed me a warm smile as