Hanna POVAfter a while, Briana got a phone call and looked apologetically at me before taking the call.“It’s Noah. He said the kids were awake and were looking for me.” She shared after she ended the call.I rose from the chair.Seeing what I did, Briana rose from her seat, too.“Oh, I forgot to give you this.” She rummaged through her bag to pull out a jewelry box. My eyes widened in alarm.“Briana, you don’t have to,” I told her when she handed me the box.She grinned. “It was a present from Woodside. I have been meaning to give that to you. I always forget. I figured now’s as good a time as any.”I opened the box and smiled. It was a gold bracelet with a rose design in the middle. “It’s beautiful!” I exclaimed.Briana smiled. “I am glad you like it. I chose the rose design because the yellow rose symbolizes friendship and loyalty.” I bit my lip. “Briana, I…”I hesitated. Should I tell her about my relationship with Britney?Briana misinterpreted my reaction.“It’s alright.
Briana POV“What are you talking about?” Hanna sputtered like the idea was cringy.Her body shook, telling me that she found the idea repulsive.Yet I could feel something in her response. It was exaggerated; meaning, she was trying to shake the idea off my head.She also looked flustered, which tells me she’s not telling the entire truth.“Nothing," I replied and saw her visibly relaxed.But the idea of having Hanna as a sister-in-law appealed to me. So I persisted. Who knows..."You can tell me if you like my brother. I can set you up on a date with Rowan, or if you like Flint…” My voice trailed off when she rejected my offer vehemently.Hanna shook her head, a mocking smile lacing her lips.“No. I’m fine.”“Okay. But if you change your mind, you know you can always come up to me.” I told her.Hanna glared at me, telling me to stop, and I only laughed her reaction off.“Positive. Dating is far from my mind at the moment. I just got promoted. I need to show the company and my boss t
Briana POV“Where have you been? I was frantic with worry.” Noah greeted me after finally showing up at home.It was past the children’s bedtime.Noah leaned close and sniffed my hair.“You smelled cigarettes and alcohol. Where did you go?” Suspicion laced his voice.“I was just at the hotel.”Noah frowned. “Yet you did not bother to call me back or tell me? I had been calling you countless times, Briana.”I walked past him. I am not in the mood to face his scrutiny and interrogation. All I want is to lie in bed and rest.I feel so tired.Noah clamped on my arm and tugged. “Hey. What’s wrong? Do you have a problem? I thought we would try to make our relationship work. Why are you suddenly growing cold on me?”The gentleness in his tone was a mockery to me.When I remembered what Britney told me, my heart was being squeezed painfully in my chest.I squeezed my eyes shut.“I am sorry. I don’t think I can do this.” I told him frankly when our eyes met.“Why? Tell me your reasons so I
Briana POVWhen I woke up the following morning, I did not find the children in their room.Their nannies said that they were in the kitchen.I padded the floor on bare feet to join them.Since I got in late last night, Noah tucked them in.Breakfast and dinners were a sacred time for our family.When I entered the kitchen, the first person I saw was Noah. He was busy flipping burgers while the children waited at the island counter.They occupied a long stool each. Riley propped his elbows on the counter while Brixx spun his stool left and right.On the other hand, Mason was lyi
Noah POVI am losing her.I thought showing her my love - giving her time and effort would make her come back to me.But right now, I am feeling that she is slowly slipping away.And it breaks my heart in two.She left the kitchen, and I followed upstairs.She went straight to her room while I said goodbye to my kids. The children were enrolled in the best school in Redwood and will start school in a week.“Daddy! Let’s paint!” Mason called me when he spotted me standing by the doorway.He was sitting on a small artist's chair. The mini easel on his front hangs a small canvas.I watched while he wielded colors on the canvas and could say we have a fine artist in the making.He wields his brush like an expert, creating a dramatic fusion of colors.As a connoisseur, I could tell my son had talent.“Wow, son! This is great!”“Mason studied art back in Woodside. He had a solo exhibition last year. This year, the Ford Empire will sponsor another exhibition for him.” It was Marcus.I did n
Noah POVI saw her stumped.But when she recovered, tears pooled in her eyes.“But what is love without trust?” She countered.“How can I love you without trusting you?” She added when I did not respond.At the same time, the light turned green, and I had to start
Briana POV“I hate him! I hate him! I hate him!” I mumbled the words like a mantra while I marched to my office.My heavy steps, emphasized by the hard clacking of my heels on the floor, echoed in the lobby, attracting unwanted attention.I don't care.I was so p*ssed!Most of the employees I came across would try to avoid me, not wanting to become the target of my ire.I was genial most of the time, but Noah p*ssed me off big time.Martina, who followed me after I walked out, openly laughed at me.She tried to stifle her laughter, but it came out as a
Briana POVMatina is crazy. I thought to myself later.I can’t accept what she said that I was s*xually frustrated; that is why I explode on Noah all the time.My phone rang, and it was him.Martina and I were at the hotel’s spa at that time. I realized what I needed was a good body massage to relax.“I brought the triplets to the butterfly sanctuary near Rosewood Hotel. Can we drop by later for a snack?”“Okay.” I agreed.I assumed Martina and I would be finished by then.I also went to inquire about the banners he posted around Redwood City.
Speechless! This word best describes what I was feeling right now. Do you know that you were amazing readers? Yes, you who stayed with me until this page. When I first started writing this story, I had so many trepidations. I did not think I would be able to pull this through. First, it has a little similarity to my previous novel, Billionaire Ex Wants Me Back, but my editor believed so much in my draft that she encouraged me to consider doing this. (My heartfelt thanks to Lyra Pinter, who had been a constant source of support.)My feeling of uncertainty magnified when I received so many attacks when the story was first published. Too many detractors lashed out at my characters that I had a hard time concentrating.I know what I wanted to do, but the first people who were vocal about the story did not give me enough encouragement. They did not give my characters a chance to redeem themselves as the story progresses. Fear grips me everytime I face the blank screen of my computer.
Briana’s POVThe soul always knows how to heal itself. I had often heard that phrase before but it was never more gratingly obvious til now. After I volunteered to be Charles and Jenna’s surrogate, I had not counted on the pain the act would invariably inflict on me. At the start, it was all too easy. For 40 weeks, I would be carrying their baby in my womb, and that was it. Jenna and Charles will have that baby they desperately wanted. Of course, Noah and I submitted to counseling before I did this, but I never expected that when the time came that I had to turn over baby Amira to her parents, it would hit me so hard. I had not counted on how my self-sacrifice would backfire on me. It hurts so much. I was so heartbroken when I realized that Amira would no longer be a part of my life. Noah took me to several sessions of counseling, and with his support, I was able to get past the hurt and accept that Amira was not mine.The rest of the family helped. My brothers hovered over me
Hello my loves, Jenna and Charles’ story was one of the most painful stories I had written so far. It was because I had to dig up long-forgotten events in my life.But I had to do it for you to be able to understand the motives behind Jenna and Charles’ actions and the pain they invariably inflicted on each other. Jenna and Charles were both non confrontational. They keep things in stride and hope for the best, but sometimes even with the best intentions, our pain could not lay hidden for too long. It needed to be addressed and voiced out, not because you wanted to lash out at your partner or give them the same pain they were giving you.Sometimes, our silence is our cry for help. Or it was a way to protect ourselves. We retreated into the inner recesses of our soul to find solace and comfort because the people we expected to comfort and provide solace for us could not hear our cry for help.But all’s well that ends well. Am glad for those people who had requested me to do a story
Charles POVOne year later…I was standing behind the french windows of the room I was occupying at the Rosewood Hotel, eyes looking outside toward my wife.This past year was a crazy one.Just as Briana predicted, Jenna and I barely had time for ourselves. The kids were growing, and they were beautiful to watch.Jenna’s laugh made its way to where I was.As I watched Jenna play with our children, I could not help comparing her to a rose in bloom.I could not help feeling proud of the changes in her.&nb
Charles POVWe placed our babies in a customized baby carrier that could fit the four of them, and Jenna and I walked out of the suite that had been our temporary home for the past month.At the lobby, we looked like we were on a parade with our nannies in tow and bodyguards, but that’s a small price to pay for the security and safety of my family.“Jenna! Charles!” Beth called out to us.We stopped when we neared her.“Where are your kids?” I asked after she and Jenna hugged each other.I learned this past month that Beth chose to be a stay-at-home m
Charles POVThe next day, our other two babies were born one after the other.Jenna and I were also there to witness everything and become part of our children’s birth.Jenna’s eyes were puffy when she held our two other newborns in her arms. She had been crying nonstop since yesterday because it still had not sunk in that she was a mom of four babies.When we visited Briana, she and Jenna had a long talk.Briana was smiling, but I could see that she was at a loss when it was time to take the baby away from her.I realized that this ordeal put a lot of strain on
Charles POVThe phone in the delivery room rang, and a nurse went to answer it.“Dr. Martin, it’s delivery room 2.” She said from across the room, allowing us to hear.Dr. Martin went to answer it. Her face was serious when she placed the phone back in its cradle.Then, she turned her head back to her medical team.“Are you still up for another delivery?” She asked her team.Their high spirits rubbed off on Jenna and me. We were smiling when they shouted, of course.
Charles POVIt was a crazy day.We were having a meeting when I heard that Briana had been rushed to the hospital.“Brie is having our baby,” I told my brothers and friend after I dropped the call.It was Jenna. She, Noah, and Biana were already in the hospital because Briana's water broke.My face contorted as emotions I could not name assailed.A mix of fear, excitement, nervousness, worry, and happiness barraged me.Briana, my baby sister, was going to deliver my and Jenna's baby right now. 
Jenna POVThe days quickly passed by.Though we did not talk about it, it seemed as if Charles and I were in tacit agreement to take things slow concerning our careers and concentrate more on each other.We go out of town and do things we had never done before as a couple.It was marvelous.“It’s good that you spend more time with each other because I tell you, once the four babies arrive, you won’t get even a wink of sleep,” Briana told me when I came to her house that afternoon to catch up and to check on her.It’s the baby’s