Author's pov "I can't believe Brenda chose her ex-boyfriend over me. This is the most embarrassing moment of my life..." Luke expressed his frustration in front of his mother. "Wait a minute," Luke's mum interrupted him. It had been two days since Luke left Brenda's house, and Johnson had come in the morning to distract him while he pleaded with Brenda to take him back. "It's like I don't understand what you're saying. You said Brenda told you to go home and that she would call you when she made a decision?" Luke's mum asked with confusion in her face. "Yes," Luke replied, standing up and placing his hands on the chair. "No, you're not getting it. What are you trying to make me understand?" Lisa asked with confused eyes. "I was asked to leave the house so that Brenda and her ex-boyfriend could be together. That was the first insult. And as I was about to leave, Brenda's ex-boyfriend whispered in my ear that he had come to Brenda's house for a rematch of lovemaking, boastin
Author's pov Ava and her mum were having breakfast at the dining table when Ava's phone received a message notification. Reluctantly, she turned to look at her phone just as she was about to take a spoonful of food. She suddenly paused and said immediately, "Mom, I got a message from the DNA lab. The result is out." "Hmm..." Brenda stopped and held her spoon near her mouth, placing it gently back to her plate of food. Both mother and daughter were frozen by the message from the lab. "Mum, I can't go to the lab alone. I want you to come with me to get the results. I'm apprehensive." Brenda and Ava, who had been smiling moments ago, became calm. Brenda, in particular, couldn't control her breathing and became nervous. "Please excuse me, I need to use the restroom," she said to her daughter as she stood up and left. Once inside the restroom, she moved around with her hands behind her back, feeling overwhelmed by her thoughts. "What will happen...?" She paused, unsure of wh
Charlotte's pov It's been five hours now since I've been waiting for my mum to come back from wherever she went, and it's already 8pm. Where could she have gone in this city without returning home? Did Mrs Fiona tell her that I wasn't alone and that I was with Tyler? I started having some rational thinking and I didn't know what to conclude. I always feel anxious when I pick up my phone to call her. I was in my room, contemplating how I would face my mum when she returned, when I heard Tyler's voice calling me. "Honey..." he knocked on my door. "Please come inside," I said, and he pushed the door open and entered. "Where has your mum been? It's already night. When are you going to call her and ask where she's been?" "I'm afraid. Just the thought of her coming back and finding the two of us here terrifies me." "Are you going to choose your mum over me, Charlotte?" Tyler asked. At first, I remained silent, and he took my silence as an answer. "I thought you were on my si
Charlotte's pov It was a positive answer. I was pregnant. I confirmed it on the day I mentioned. I had noticed the signs about a week ago, and that morning I tested my urine with the pregnancy strips. I had planned to tell Tyler after dealing with my mom's confrontation. "Now that you've messed up your life with an older man, you can leave my house. I don't want to be a laughing stock. If this is how you want to spend your life, to hell with your decision." My mum said this to my face. It was a mix of emotions as I walked out of my mom's house with Tyler. She was so disappointed in me that I couldn't help but break down in tears as I walked through that door. But in Tyler's hands and words, I found solace. We left my mom's house and went to relax at a seven star hotel. I was so saddened by the whole situation that Tyler was compelled to ask me, "What can I do to make you smile again? I can't bear to see your sad face. You're not just who you were; you're carrying our baby, m
Author's pov This is how Ava and Charlotte became not just friends, but sisters. Ava eventually broke up with her boyfriend because he was cheating on her, and she got engaged to Ryan, the man her grandma introduced to her. Brenda and Johnson got married, and Luke and Danielle started dating again and got married a few years later. Charlotte gave birth to twins, and they exchanged their marriage vows, becoming husband and wife and Charlotte's mother eventually accepted Charlotte's choice of marrying Tyler. The twins were named Taylor and Dylan. Taylor was Tyler's favorite, while Dylan was Charlotte's favorite. They didn't always get along well from a young age. As they grew up, something happened and Dylan decided to leave the city angrily, and after three years, he needed to attend his parents' important wedding anniversary and this time, Taylor and Dylan were twenty-three years old. It was during this time that Dylan met Larisa, Taylor's girlfriend.********* Larisa couldn
Larisa’s pov The human mind has a peculiar way of tormenting us, especially when it urges us to help someone in desperate need. I should have deleted the message without even reading it; it would have spared me the internal struggle. Now, Taylor is using his kindness against me, and it has left me utterly bewildered. I glanced at the rear-view mirror and caught a glimpse of the driver, who had been avoiding eye contact. As the car moved forward, I felt my palms becoming sweaty. I needed to help Taylor, not for his sake, but for the situation he found himself in. Oh, dear, this is another situation that will inevitably entangle me in his life. I closed my eyes for a moment and an idea came to mind. "Stop!" I exclaimed, and the driver slowly applied the brakes, eventually parking the car by the side of the road. Before he could say a word, I continued, "Take me back to where you picked me up." The driver looked at me, his face filled with unspoken thoughts, then he turned the c
Larisa’s pov I sat in the car, feeling as though I hadn't reached my destination yet, pondering what to do with the rose in my hands. It was then that I overheard Taylor and Dylan's conversation. "What happened to you?" Dylan pointed at Taylor's bandaged leg. "It was an accident," Taylor replied. "Where did it happen?" Dylan asked, genuine concern in his eyes. Taylor's response shocked me. "It was at my workplace." "Your workplace?" The answer struck a chord in my mind, but I tried not to show my concern. Then Taylor said, "Dylan, if it weren't for my amazing girlfriend who has been so caring, I don't know where I would be." Just as Dylan was about to turn around and look at the car, I had already quietly moved a few steps behind him. He glanced at me, his face filled with a mix of emotions. His expression didn't surprise me, as he didn't see the rose he had given me earlier. It would have been a disaster if Taylor had noticed such a beautiful rose in my hands. For t
Larisa’s pov It was the following day after a highly disappointing night. Should I even call it disappointing? What is going on in my head? As for me, it was disappointing because I didn't get what I wanted. I gave in to my urge and went to Dylan's room with an extra blanket, hoping he would invite me in. Perhaps my excessive infatuation with him had clouded my judgment. How could I have thought that would be possible? Although Taylor was already in his room. Stop entertaining thoughts that won't come to pass. The best I could do was indulge in fantasies whenever I had the chance to catch a glimpse of his face. Leaving my room this morning, I had two missions in mind: to ask Dylan what he would like to eat and to imprint his image in my memory once again. When I reached his room, I knocked twice but received no response. Was he still sleeping at this hour? It was almost 7:30 am. Knocking again yielded no results, so I took the liberty of opening the door. To my surprise, he wasn't
Author’s pov Taylor was very anxious and he was very uncomfortable as things were going. This wasn't what he and Gabriel and the nurse they had already paid had planned. The high ranking doctor wasn't around and no one could administer any drug to Larisa without his approval. When the time was 4pm, Taylor took Gabriel for the third time and they went out. “What's happening? I'm running out of patience. This is not what we planned. Larisa and the baby are doing fine. What are you waiting for?” “I don't think we can do anything now. I guess it will be tomorrow.” “Tomorrow? I overheard the doctor saying that she is strong and she can go home tomorrow. Is this what we planned?” Taylor asked. “Why can't we give her the drug in your house? It will be very easy that time. The nurse we are using will be the one to administer it.” “I am getting the feeling that something is going wrong somewhere.” Taylor said. “Don't have that thinking.” “Why will I not have that thinking? This
Author's pov It’s now nine months later and Larisa had started sensing the sign of giving birth and it started very early in the morning. Then Dylan got up from the bed. “We need to go back to your city.” “Then call your brother that we are coming.”Dylan immediately called Taylor and informed him of their coming. Before now, Taylor had begged Dylan to bring Larisa so that he could sign the birth certificate after she delivers. About two hours after Taylor had finished talking to Dylan, he quickly called Gabriel's phone number."HelloGabriel, the time has come. Larisa is finally coming, but there is a littleproblem." "What's the problem?" Gabriel askedas he sensed Taylor's panic. "I guess Larisa is in labor." "How do you know?" Gabriel asked. "Dylan called me and told me to collect to the airport with an ambulance. It's obvious. What if she gives birth at the plane or airport? Larisa has killed me. The thought out plan is about to be ruined." Taylor and his friend,
Larisa's pov Why wouldn't I continue to love Dylan? Initially, I had my doubts about whether he would accept what I had to tell him. Deep down, it was a test, and he didn't know that I was about to judge him based on his response. From what I gathered from Dylan's parents, he didn't like visiting his hometown. And after he shared with me what Taylor had done to him, I understood why he rarely went there. But because of the love he had for me, he had decided to accompany me to Taylor's house when it’s due for me to give birth. I still remember when Dylan took his phone and called Taylor, saying, "Hi Taylor, I have seen Larisa..." "That's wonderful," Taylor sounded genuinely excited, and Dylan put his phone on speaker mode so that I could hear their conversation clearly. "But she mentioned something that makes it difficult for her to come." "What's that?" Taylor asked eagerly. "She said she can't come alone to your house. Why is she so afraid? Have you ever hit her whe
Larisa’s pov It's been eight hours since Dylan told me about his relationship with Tessy. Now I understand why Dylan hesitated to pursue me, even though he had feelings for me. He was afraid it would seem like payback if he chose me. I can see his concerns clearly. It doesn't mean he doesn't love me, but it would appear calculated and vengeful. If I were the judge in his case with Taylor, I would say Taylor deserves the payback. Why would he act so wickedly? Jealousy! But it's not anyone's fault if he couldn't treat a woman well. Right now, I can't stay with Taylor anymore. It's like those girls he dated who ended the relationship and ran away. It also justifies my decision to escape from his manipulative hostility. As I continued to reflect on every word Dylan said and compared it to his and Taylor's past, I noticed a clear contrast. I couldn't sit on my bed any longer, analyzing my thoughts. My feet urged me to move around the house. Dylan had left for an important appointment,
Dyan’s pov The next day, by coincidence, I called Tessy in the morning and asked her to come to my place at 5 pm. This happened without Taylor's knowledge. However, it sparked Tessy's desire to meet Taylor at the bar at 4 pm, and she kept it a secret from me.At 3:30 pm, Taylor got ready, took a shower, and dressed nicely. As he was about to leave the house, I jokingly said, "Looks like you found someone new." He smiled at me and left in his car. Our dad was wealthy and made sure we had everything we needed.Because Tessy was eager, she arrived at Keans bar before Taylor, who was driving. Taylor called Tessy from his car, asking, "Where are you?" "I'm already inside the bar," she replied. "Please come out," he said when he spotted someone he knew, and that person also knew Tessy as my girlfriend.Tessy came out, wearing a brown dress with black dots on the front. When she saw Taylor's car, she walked closer to it. "Get inside. Come inside," he said quickly, opening the car doo
Dylan’s pov "Quit being envious of what your brother has..." These were the words spoken by my mother when Taylor and I were still very young. She was talking to Taylor, and as a mother, she had noticed our contrasting personalities. She observed that whatever belonged to me always caught Taylor's attention. Taylor was never content with his own possessions and often neglected to take care of them. When we were kids, Taylor had a strong, muscular physique, which gave him an advantage over me when it came to forcefully claiming ownership. In the absence of our parents, he would become domineering, and I would quickly give up what was mine to avoid any physical confrontation. At first, I thought this was normal, but as we entered our teenage years, I realized it was escalating. It felt like I was living in bondage, where the only way to escape was by willingly giving away what was rightfully mine. When our parents were around, he would behave appropriately, and everything I had woul
Author's pov "It's not about whether I read the text, but it's the content of the text and the urgency to talk to you. She called you ten times. I saw her myself. I was the one who opened the door for her when she came to your parents' house when your mom invited me. Your mum even wanted us to get to know each other. She introduced her as your girlfriend and introduced me as Taylor's girlfriend." Larisa paused and looked at Dylan. "Aren't you going to say anything?" she asked. "You've been the one talking," he responded. "Okay, let me ask you the question again. Who is Tessy?"Dylan let out a big sigh and tried to stomp his foot on the floor. "My love, this isn't the right time to tell you about her. It's too early. It's only the second day of your stay here..." "Are you hiding something from me? Don't you know that as women, we don't like secrets in a relationship? We want to know everything about our partner. It gives us a sense of security. Let's be honest with each oth
Author’s pov Dylan was still taken aback by Taylor's sudden appearance and didn't have a moment to go inside and inform Larisa. He tried to gather himself and opened the door, allowing Taylor to enter, assuming Larisa hadn't heard them. "How did you manage to get to New York so early?" Dylan kept his gaze fixed on Taylor as he took a seat on the chair to the right. "Excuse me, let me change my clothes," Dylan quickly said, leaving the living room and heading inside, where he spotted Larisa standing near the door, eavesdropping. "How did he find out I was in New York?" Larisa whispered, her voice hushed. "I don't know, he must have taken the night flight. Stay calm, stay here. Let me go and talk to him. I came here to inform you," Dylan replied, forgetting to change out of his nightwear. His primary intention was to let Larisa know that his brother was around, unaware that she had overheard their conversation.When Dylan returned to the living room, still clad in his nightgow
Larisa’s pov There's no greater feeling than knowing that the mission you're about to take will lead you to see the most enchanting person in your life. That's exactly how I felt when I left Taylor's parents' house, pretending I was going to a nearby grocery store to pick up a few things. The escape was smooth, and neither Tyler nor Charlotte suspected a thing. They trusted me and didn't feel the need to accompany me. What should have been just an hour or two journey took me far away. Dyan had already booked a flight for me. All I had to do was leave the house and make my way to the airport. It was as simple as that. Out of love and affection, I left my clothes and bag behind, not wanting to leave any traces of my departure. What can compare to the bliss of love and laughter? Nothing! Not even the expensive clothes Taylor bought for me. Material possessions can be replaced anytime, but my love for Dyan is irreplaceable. There's nothing sweeter than being forgiven by someone you de