Noah POVWhen we reached Luke Bennett’s office, he pretended not to notice our arrival as he continued reading from the paper he was holding.He was trying to stall us. He was making it appear that we are at his mercy.I cleared my throat to get his attention.When he raised his head, it was to meet my impatient gaze.He did not smile as he acknowledged our presence.“Hunter, come in.” He said, referring to me and ignoring Briana purposely.I knew he was trying to make her uncomfortable, but Briana was holding her fort. I could not be prouder at the way she was holding herself. Proud and beautiful.I stepped inside. Briana followed close behind me.I itched to hold her hand to stake my claim, but that would demean Briana’s power in the eyes of our host.“I did not come here for chitchat,” I told him before throwing the folder Chris handed me to his desk.“What’s this?”Luke Bennett asked as he picked the folder from the table.I waited for his reaction when he opened the file and was
Noah POV“I am sorry,” Briana said when we were riding the elevator on our way down to the lobby of Bennett Holdings.The battle with Luke Bennett is over. I didn’t think that it would be that easy.I heaved a sigh of relief, knowing we already averted the crisis.I thought Luke would make it hard for us.I knew how much he wanted Briana to be his trophy wife, but he conceded early.“For what?” I asked, clueless.“You warned me against him, but I did not listen.” She explained, referring to Luke Bennett.Briana seemed lost in thought.I knew that she was blaming herself for trusting Luke Bennett.That is how Briana is. She takes people at face value, which sometimes could be her bane and a blessing.Briana has a pure heart. She believes that every person is good unless proven otherwise.“It was not your fault. You were angry at me. You don’t trust me that time. I hope that after this, you will trust me more. You should know that I will always put your best interests at heart. I love
Marcus POV“Have you talked to Briana?” Martina asked.I do not want to respond, but I can't keep her anxious for long. She was also worried about my sister.Briana is her friend, too.“Yeah. Briana and Noah will be here in a while.” I told her and stood up.“Marcus.” She said in her soft, feathery voice that involuntarily sent shivers down my spine.The feelings she evoked in me were unexpected and unwelcome, so my response was a bit harsh.“What?”She was taken aback. I itched to reach out a hand to comfort her.“I am sorry. I did not mean to be rude."She winced.“Can’t we at least be civil to each other?” She asked.I closed my eyes, summoning strength. Martina is the only woman I want, but she kept rejecting me. How can I get over her if she wants us to be civil to each other?I brushed my hair back and looked wearily at her.“Do you know how many times I wanted to grab you when you passed by me? We can’t be friends.” I told her, shaking my head to compound my words.My voice
Marcus POV“What do you mean?” Martina swallowed hard.I knew that she was nervous. It was not my intention to make her upset, but her hard-headedness upsets me, too. She was stubbornly spurning me at every turn, and it was starting to freak me out.“You heard me. If I found out that you are pregnant with my child, you won’t shoo me that easily.” I retorted in a strained voice due to my mounting frustration.Can’t Martina see what she was doing to me?My patience is slowly dipping low, and I can’t hold back the threat that escaped my lips.“I am not getting you off the hook.”Martina looked shaken by my threat.“I am not going to be pregnant.” She declared like she was sure of it.I cocked a brow.“How can you be so sure?”It gave me immense satisfaction to see her blush.I walked toward to close the gap between us.Martina fought me all the way.With every step I took, Martina stepped back until she reached the wall, and there was no way she could escape me.I chuckled at the look of
Marcus POV“You are scaring her, Marcus.” Briana accused after Martina ran out of the room like a scared rabbit.She was Briana’s friend. It won’t come as a surprise to me that she would take Martina’s side. Though I am her brother, Briana had a soft spot for Martina.Probably because they shared the same experience, Martina grew up in the orphanage, the same as my sister. The only difference was that Braina was taken in by the Hunters when she was six. Martina remained in the orphanage until she turned eighteen. Since eighteen is considered an adult, the system let her go to fend for herself. She started working to support herself until Briana met her and hired her to be her assistant.High-strung, I brushed my hair back in frustration.“I was so tired of our push-and-pull set-up. Something has to give. It’s either me or her, but I can’t let go, Briana.” I told my sister sadly.“But you know it’s hard for Martina to trust people. Unlike me, nobody wanted her. Imagine spending ei
Marcus POVThat night, I came home to the usual chaos at the dinner table.The children were happily eating their meal together with the adults.“Daddy M! Let’s eat.” Riley invited me when he saw me at the entrance to the dining hall.As usual, Noah Hunter sits at the table with them.My other two elder siblings, Charles and Rowan do not seem to mind.Briana got up to get me a plate. “I thought you were dining out?” She asked.“Who told you?” I asked, eyes turning sharp.Briana’s expression changed. She must have realized her slip.“I just thought you would eat out.” She said, shrugging.I let it slide.If there had been anyone who had access to her, it was her assistant, Martina. She must have told Briana what she heard earlier.An involuntary grin laced my lips. It gave me immense pleasure to realize that all this while, Martina had been eavesdropping. She pretended not to care, but her actions gave her away all the time.If she was not interested, she wouldn’t be listening to my
Marcus POVI watched my brothers disappear inside their rooms individually, but my feet were reluctant to do the same. My room does not appear inviting at the moment.In the end, I let it carry me outside.I took my car and drove around until I stopped at a low-cost apartment building.I pulled at the curb and looked up at Martina’s unit before glancing at the dashboard clock.It was past midnight, but the light on Martina's unit was still up. She was not asleep yet.I decided to watch and wait for some movement above, but when there was none, something told me to turn the engine off, and I got out of the car.I walked to her doorstep, hesitating.Then, I knocked on her door. There was no answer.I pressed my ear to the door to check if there was movement inside, and when I heard none, I started to panic. What if something happened to her? What if criminals came to her house to rob her?“Martina!” I knocked once again and waited.When there was still no response, I started pounding o
Martina POVI walked the short distance from the parking lot to the entrance of the Rosewood Hotel with bags in my eyes.Marcus’s midnight visit caused me to lose sleep.When he left my apartment last night, I quickly went back to the shower to rinse the sudsy water from my body.All the while, I was cursing him in my head.Why did he have to show up? Was he trying to rub in my face the fact that he just got out of a date with Chloe?He arrived at my apartment past midnight, and I doubt they only had dinner.With Marcus’ caliber, I was sure they did more.“Excuse me!” A man’s voice interrupted me from my musing.Surprised, I turned around to check and saw men walking toward me. They each carry an elaborate flower arrangement in their hands.I stopped and stepped to the right to let them pass.“Good morning, Martina.” The bellhop greeted me at the entrance.I frowned when I noticed a parade of flower baskets ahead of me. “Do we have a special event today, Joe?”Joe shook his head and s
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