DAHLIA'S POV Why does Tristan have a picture of me when I was pregnant? He did say he kept tabs on me while I was in jail. But why is he showing me this? Did something happen?“Where did you get these?” I ask, picking up the pictures to examine them. I don't know what to think. Yes, these are pictures of my very pregnant self but why would anyone want these, let alone Tristan. “I got them from the investigator, Mrs. Stewart hired” He says with a satisfied look on his face. If only he knows how much he's comment is making me panic. My palms get sweaty and the pictures feels sticky on my hands. I drop them back on the counter and wipe my hands on my dress. “Wh…why would she want it? What is she doing with it?” I am stammering now. I stammer when I'm nervous or anxious just like every other person and Tristan notices. “Relax Dahlia. Remember I told you she was investigating your kids?”“Oh my God,” I gasp, interrupting him. That sneaky woman. Why can't she just let me be? “I int
DAHLIA'S POV Carlton and I get down from his car and make our way to the restaurant. I received the text if the address 30 minutes ago from Mrs. Stewart. The moment in the car was a bit awkward since none of us uttered a word. So I used that moment to check out the restaurant online. I mean, the woman could have arranged for us to meet a cafe, or Starbucks. But a Michelin star restaurant? I almost scared of what she wants to say now. What's the point of meeting a fancy restaurant like that? Well, Mrs. Stewart has always been one to flaunt her money so I'm not surprised. The exterior of the restaurant gives off an old 90’s vibe. As we move closer I can see the extravagant and expensive cars parked in the restaurants own car park. Valets are everywhere catching tossed keys and all. This looks like a restaurant for extremely wealthy people and from the look of things ngs not many people are inside. I mean, it's not a restaurant that just anybody can afford. We reach the
CARLTON'S POV The sound of sirens blaring seems all too familiar to me. I've been here one to many times, but now it's for a different purpose. A different person. I had received a call from my Father, he was breathing heavily and when he finally spoke, he said something no child will ever want to hear. “Your mom got into an accident, we are at the hospital,” he had said. It felt like my whole world was crumbling. Dahlia insisted on following, and frankly I wanted her too, I need her support, emotionally and physically. Dad didn't explain the nature of the accident. So I'm just panicking because I don't know if it's mild or chronic. Dahlia and I run quickly through the door of the hospital, passing my a few patients who are being rolled in with stretchers. I scan the room looking for any medical personnel I can find. Thankfully I see a doctor in scrubs and I quickly rush to him, with Dahlia following me every step of the way. “Mrs. Stewart, what room is she admitted in?” I a
DAHLIA'S POV My legs hurt, and they are giving in. I can feel the pain everywhere. If I don't stop now, I'll collapse. But I can't. I keep running, away from everything, away from my past. Why did I think things would change? I will always get blamed, I will always be the bad person. They will never accept me. Soon my feelings transit from hurt and pain to anger and frustration. I know I despised them for what they did to me in the past. But deep down I thought things would be different. But I was wrong. I can't keep running anymore, I stop by the reception and look around at all the commotions. My thoughts are all over the place I can't stay here. I push through a door and I continue running down a quiet passageway. After a while my legs give in and I fall to the floor. Then the tears come pouring down like a flood. I don't wipe them, I just let them fall, to remind me of this day and why I need to get my revenge on that family. Even after all these years they still hurt m
DAHLIA'S POV The sound our doorbell is even louder than my alarm. I roll over on the bed and groan when I try to raise my head off the pillow. I must have cried so much last night my head is spinning now. I pick up a glass of water from my nightstand and some Aspirin from the drawer. After taking the pill and drinking the entire glass of water, I glance at the wall clock in my room. “Shit!”The time says, 7:26. I overslept. The kids should be prepared for school, they should be eating breakfast by now. I usually wake them up and now I've overslept. The sound of the doorbell still ringing makes me jump to my feet. I hurriedly put on my night robe and run to the living room. As I draw closer, I can hear noises. Children's voices and a woman's voice as well. I enter into the living room to see my kids backing their books into their bags. I peep into the kitchen and Sunny is responsible for that ethereal smell. How long and deep did I sleep that I didn't hear them moving aro
CARLTON’S POV Tristan Martinez. I've heard a lot of things about this man, before and after I knew him. Before today, I'd never seen him up close. He always has a dark aura around him. Not that I am scared of him, but I'd prefer not to involve myself with him if he's going to be trouble. But here I am, standing eye to eye with him. He flexes his jaws and I can see the anger in his eyes but he immediately masks it and forces a smile. “Mr. Stewart, good to see you here,” he extends his hand for a shake. I accept the handshake, which is unusually firm and brief. Clearly he isn't very happy to see me here. “I'm sorry about your mom, I wish her a quick recovery,” he adds. I'm not surprised he knows. Dahlia told Sunny so she has probably told him too. Besides, it's all over the internet and the news. Except he lives in a cage there's no way he won't know about it. Since he knows, that probably explains his anger earlier. My father is trying to sue Dahlia for m
DAHLIA'S POV The smell of the car is making me nauseated. I normally don't react to it, but with the way my senses have heightened lately, it's no surprise. Tristan and I are sitting in his car. We just dropped my kids off at school. He is about to head to the office when I stop him. “Can you take me somewhere else instead? I want to meet a friend of mine who is a lawyer.” He looks at me skeptically before replying, “Why?” “I need her help because I'm going to sue Mr. Stewart for defamation of character. I can't seat back and wait for the police to come searching for me. I need to take action too. He thinks he can just sue anyone he suspects of foul play, well I can easily sue him too. I let them walk over me in the past, I will not let that happen again.” And I mean every word of what I said to Tristan. This must stop. I won't let them ruin my life again. Tristan however doesn't seem to agree with me. “Don't make any rash decisions Dahlia. You don't want to be inv
Please don’t read the previous chapter 56. That was a mistake and a draft. Carlton pov “Carl—Carlton for fucksakes you are hurting me!” Marigold rambles alongside me as I prodded down the restrooms lobby, dragging her beside me. The rate at which anger stirred in my system as I am gripping her wrist, anyone would think I’m going to slaughter her the moment we finds ourselves behind closed doors and maybe I just might. Marigold had been a pain in the Ass, but with the nonsense she exhibited out there, I’m so done with her antics!!! Did she really has to show up in my class to mess it up!!! Ignoring her all through, I finally arrives at my destination. The washing sink. I turn it on and place marigold fingers underneath it. She wince to the coldness of the water and probably the force I use to dab her fingers under it. Then when the water had washed it clean, I brings out the plaster from my pocket. It has always been there for sake of Accidents like this - even though this o
Carlton POV, “We’ve always known that marigold is a shameless whore but my son was just keeping her out of sheer pity!” Is the hot statement I meet my mother throwing at the media as I and dahlia are waking into the company. “Don’t believe her! She’s only saying this because she no longer wants me for her son. She's been pestering him to divorce me and don’t be surprised she’s the one who fabricated that video!” Marigold yell at the media, shamelessly lying against my mother. Well somehow she deserves it. I can’t believe that despite the scandals on the net, they are both here creating a nuisance in front of the camera. The chaos continues between them and no one notices I and dahlia walking towards them. My anger is explorating as I walks towards them but I just keep my cool. But what makes me almost go off is the very moment they all finally notice us. Immediately the altercation between my mother and marigold halts at once as they are the first person who notices us along sid
“Andre?!” I know I’m long done pretending but the sight before now stuns the hell out of me. Andre is vomiting blood everywhere while on his inform. Andre had practically been through all sort of Ailment but vomiting blood? It’s horrifying. On impulse, I find myself rushing towards him. I grab his tiny shoulders and begin to rock his back while he continue to gag, spewing blood on the stair tiles. “Goodness! What the hell happened Andre?” After a while he finally stops gagging and what he does next appalls me. He weakly backs away from me like my hands burns him then he stands up. “Andre——“ I try to hold him but he fiercely back away. “Let go off me!” He snaps, his eyes glistening with pure hatred as they bear into me. The usual me would flare up but I can’t deny the hurt that sips through me at Andre’s reaction towards me. Maybe it’s because I’m already too gloomy and not my usual self right now. Or maybe it’s perhaps time for me to start warming up to my son before d
Marigold’s POV, The Anger and fear I’ve been feeling since my sex tapes started trending is something I have never felt before. With everything going on in the net, I’m sure Carlton would surely have a good reason to divorce me now! I needed to do something because there’s no way I’m going to loose Carlton. Especially to that bitch dahlia! When I left home yesterday after my ranting with carton, I came straight to my parents house. Even though my mother blatantly refused to help me with Alan’s blackmail, I still needed her help on this. She always have solutions. But to my Bloody annoyance, my mother insulted and reprimanded me for having my sex tapes on the net. Even when I told her, this is all dahlia’s fault. In the end I got nothing from her, but I didn’t leave the mansion. I couldn’t afford to go face Carlton As I needed to strategize. Still, Nothing was coming into my head until this morning when My mother told me what to do. “You will need to get rid of your sex tapes
Marigold All over the news, I’m the trend on the headlines as everyone are shitting ugly stuffs about me. Not like they got into me, I mean I don’t even know these people so their opinion doesn’t count but unfortunately Everyone around me seems to be so affected by it all. Yesterday, My parents didn’t hold back from lashing out their disappointments towards me the second I stepped into their house! My own father even decided to leave the house because he couldn’t stand the sight of me. All my life I have never seen my parent go that hard on me. They made me feel like a complete shame and disgrace. So if my own family could be this much against me… I don’t see why the public backlashes should affect me. The only one person that’s been making me loose brain cells is Carlton. I can’t afford to loose him but I know if this whole hassle prolongs, he might really pull through with a divorce. I need to think of a solution. But as I’m sitting here at the dining drowning myself in alcohol,
Dahlia I wake up to an empty room not having any clue of anything. But just as I’m beginning to adjust to the setting, the door creak open making me snap my head towards the door to meet Carlton walking in. “The sleepy head is finally awake,” Carlton sing-song, A radiant smile plastering his face as he approaches me. He’s carrying a tray of food in his hand. A yawn escapes me and I stretch out while rubbing my sleepy eyes. “Jezz! What are you doing?” I asks as I watch Carlton drops the food tray daintily on the bed, just beside me. “Where did you get this from?” “Breakfast in bed honey.” He muse and throw a wink at me that makes him look so cute. For a flicking second he dissolves into the Alluring face he use to have when he was mg husband and to crown it up, he’s offering me breakfast just as he use to do in the early stage of our marriage. Christ dahlia! do you really have to think of that now? You are long gotten over this man. I scolds myself as I flash Car
Dahlia I wake up to an empty room not having any clue of anything. But just as I’m beginning to adjust to the setting, the door creak open making me snap my head towards the door to meet Carlton walking in. “The sleepy head is finally awake,” Carlton sing-song, A radiant smile plastering his face as he approaches me. He’s carrying a tray of food in his hand. A yawn escapes me and I stretch out while rubbing my sleepy eyes. “Jezz! What are you doing?” I asks as I watch Carlton drops the food tray daintily on the bed, just beside me. “Where did you get this from?” “Breakfast in bed honey.” He muse and throw a wink at me that makes him look so cute. For a flicking second he dissolves into the Alluring face he use to have when he was mg husband and to crown it up, he’s offering me breakfast just as he use to do in the early stage of our marriage. Christ dahlia! do you really have to think of that now? You are long gotten over this man. I scolds myself as I flash Carl
Carlton The rain didn’t stop. Dahlia and I are left with no choice but to share a room and it will throughout the night. I can’t explain the amount of Awkwardness that’s stirring between us now. I’m staring outside the window, gazing out while dahlia is on the bed behind me. Dahlia didn’t want to Agree to this at first, she had insisted on going to her kids even under the pounding rain. Thankfully, the school had to send an email assuring all parents that the kids would be well taken care of before dahlia finally relaxes. “So, what are you going to do about the scandals going on about marigold?” Dahlia is first to break the silence and it’s as if she had read my thought. “I’m considering divorce.” I blurts out with no hesitation. “Divorce?” Shock is evidence in dahlia’s tone, like it’s absurd for me to want to divorce marigold. “Like I said before, my marriage to marigold had been a mistake. There’s nothing that can fix our marriage again. I can’t let her continue to rui
Stepping out of my company, I’m greeted by the host of medias engulfing me like bees. At once, different Questions is being thrown at me with microphone shooting from different Angles. Camera lights clicking on my face. The Anger stirring within can not be measured and if not for Alex intervention, I’m ready to punch someone. Thankfully Alex is able to tame the crowd off my path while shading me till I arrive at my car. With my Anger boiling over, I storm into my car and release a deep sigh. Without wasting time, I zoom off as fast as I can heading to the address dahlia sent. It takes just few hours and I am driving into the resort. The next couple of minutes is spent with me trying to locate dahlia while being on the phone call with her. And finally I spot her. The moment my eyes lands on her, there’s this instant calmness that wash through me. Dahlia seems to be having so much effect on me lately and I don’t know why. Even as I approaches her, I’m unable to take my eyes off her
Tristian’s POV, After settling some stuffs at the company with Benjamin, we both decides to hit some bar. Everywhere is bustling with life. Neon lights dancing around everyone body. Blaring music rippling through hall. while some people are dancing to it, others like me and Benjamin are sitting at one corner of the bar drinking. “So Now how do you intend to get Casandra off your back?” Benjamin ask, his voice barely Audible. I’ve just finish narrating to him how Cassandra’s pregnancy came about. “I don’t know,” I Sighs, taking a sip from my whiskey. And Benjamin Gives me a bewildered look like I just spoke French then he loosens up and drinks from his whiskey glass. He takes a deep sigh and his face softens, “About today. I’m really sorry that I have to get you down…” “It’s fine!” I groan, vaguely tired of Benjamin’s apology. He had been ringing my ears with apologies at every brief opportunity he got down to when we got into this bar. The plain truth is that it isn’t hi