Author's pov "I will," Luke replied and took his phone out of his pocket and he added, "I need to make an important call. Once I'm done, I'll join you." "Okay, dear..." Blenda smiled and turned away, walking towards Danielle's house. Luke stared at her, his heart racing as he anticipated what would happen next. "I hope Blenda comes out alone, without Danielle. How am I going to handle this situation?" he wondered. When Blenda reached the door, she knocked and called out, "Hi, Danielle!"After a few seconds, Blenda thought she heard footsteps. Before she could determine if it was just her imagination or real, she heard the door opening. The footsteps moved inside. It was different from before when Danielle would open the door and embrace her. Blenda quickly entered and followed her as she headed towards her room. "Danielle! Danielle!" Blenda confronted her and gently embraced her. "I'm sorry about what happened," she said, tapping Danielle's back. Without words, Danielle
Charlotte's pov Tyler can't be serious about what he just told me on the phone. No, no. Then I walked and looked at the unique wine bar in the sitting area of Tyler's new house, and it felt like I should have a glass of wine every morning. The bar was so attractive, it temporarily distracted me from what Tyler had said. I closed my eyes, trying not to dwell on his suggestion. To keep my mind off it, I decided to take a walk around the new house again. This was a dream house, the kind of house I would love my partner to own and where we could raise our kids. I had always planned to have two children, a boy and a girl, and we could have fun together. As I moved from one room to another, the quality of the furniture and the lighting reflected Tyler's wealth. It's crazy because I was the first person, after Tyler, to move my things into the new house. While admiring the rooms and the interior decorations, I came across a room next to Tyler's room that only had a connection from his
Author's pov This was the first time Tyler's heart raced and he felt the same fear that Charlotte had experienced whenever she thought of Ava finding out about their relationship. Sweat immediately formed on Tyler's palms and his face as he saw Ava opening the door to his room, where Charlotte, whom they were looking for, lay naked in his bed. "How will Ava feel? What will she think of Charlotte?" were the first thoughts that crossed Tyler's mind, and in a split second, he shouted, "I'm changing my clothes... I'm naked!" He raised his voice and rushed to the door. "Oh, sorry, I thought you said you wanted to keep your suitcase," Ava replied, and her voice showed her sincerity. "No, give me a few minutes." He locked the door behind him and hurried back to Charlotte. He quickly carried her on his shoulder and took her to a room that had no external entrance, only connected to his room. In this room, there was a bed, a shelf, a table and a fridge stocked with cookies and drink
Charlotte's pov I woke up in a strange place, and my first thought was that I had been kidnapped. Where am I? I looked around, but nothing seemed familiar. I knew all the rooms in Tyler's new house, but the way this room was set up made me think of a kidnapper's hideout. The information Tyler had given me was no longer in my hands. It must have slipped away before I woke up. The first thing I tried was to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. Frustrated, I decided to hit it, not paying attention to my surroundings. Then, I turned my head and saw the notes on the bed I had gotten up from. I rushed to pick it up, and the words on it brought me comfort. I knew I had to message Tyler quickly to find out where I was before figuring out my next steps. I sent a message to Tyler and sat on the bed, waiting for his reply. "You are in my house. Please, don't knock on the door again. Ava is here with me, and that knocking will get both of us into trouble." After reading this message, I l
Charlotte's pov My drunkenness and nakedness has made me sleep in a strange bed, in a strange room, and wake up in the middle of the night with troubled thoughts about my dear friend, Ava. Why did Tyler hide such an important truth from Ava? In my mind, I couldn't refer to her as his daughter anymore. Before I went to sleep, I wrestled with a big decision. I contemplated whether I should tell Ava the truth about her life or not. Was she possibly adopted? If that were the case, there would be no need for a DNA test. The weight of this truth felt like a heavy burden on my shoulders, constantly pulling me down. Ava is my best friend, and if I can truly call her that, then I should stand up for her and do what's best for her. If Ava were in my position, I believe she wouldn't hide such a significant aspect of my life if this kind of thing happened to me. I thought I had woken up at the usual morning time, but little did I know that my troubling thoughts had actually awakened me in the
Author's pov At the hearing of those words that Tyler brought a lady and had sex with her, Charlotte immediately took an excuse to look for a place to take a deep breath and get herself back. “Please, can I use the restroom? I'm having a running stomach. I will get back to you very soon.” Charlotte stood up and left her chair to use the restroom. “Okay, please go and come back quickly, I'm waiting for you. We have the whole day to ourselves,” Ava replied. Ava's eyes were still Charlotte as she was walking away, and then Ava's phone started ringing. “Hello Mum,” and as she waited to continue, Blenda interrupted. “Please repeat what you said to me some hours ago. I was still feeling sleepy when you called.” “I said, my dad slept with a lady last night.” “Hmm…do you see the lady?” Blenda asked. “That was the most annoying part. I'm still angry at myself. I wouldn't say I lost concentration. I was so careful to see when the lady left, but it seemed that all my efforts w
Author's pov “Luke, what you are asking for is too big for me. Examine the whole thing yourself and check if it is reasonable in anyone's ear. You can't date two friends and never expect this to happen.…” She paused and looked at Luke who was standing and after sometime, he started moving around the sitting room of his mom. “Luke, what you did is bad and I will never be part of it. The best thing to do is to let go of the two ladies.” “Mum,” he stopped in the middle of the sitting room and faced his mom. “I didn't come here for you to condemn me. If Blenda is not important to me, I would have left her considering what she did to me when I went to her house. She slammed the door at me and called me so many kinds of names that no woman has said to me. If I don't love her, I wouldn't come this far begging you to go and meet her on my behalf.” “But what you are asking for is unrealistic. First, you have destroyed the friendship of those two ladies.” “Mum, hear me out. You haven'
Charlotte's pov I couldn't move around properly in Tyler's new house as Ava had fully moved her things to her father's house. It has been three days of her presence, three days without intimacy and three days of proper distancing and whenever Tyler wasn't around, all Ava and I always discussed was her dad's mysterious lady that she wants to know. Tyler in the order hand was trying all means to have some private time with me. When Tyler noticed that Ava was in the room taking her bath, he quickly came to my room. And since Ava had been finding a way to know the woman her dad brought home that day, whenever Tyler came close to me, my heart raced. “What are you doing here? Ava is around. I have told you, you shouldn't come close to me whenever she is around,” I said with a low voice despite Ava's room being a bit far away. “When will that be? How long will you keep me waiting? Ava has always been with you.” He asked. “She is monitoring you. How many times will I tell you?”
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