Britney’s POV“Britney White, you have a visitor.” I was startled when the jail warden called out my name. “For me?” I wanted to confirm. The warden nodded, and a smile curved my lips. Instantly, I got up from bed—a hopeful expression on my face. A smile worked its way through my lips. I knew it. Noah still has a soft spot for me. He cannot let me suffer for long. Anticipation coursed through every pore of my being as I tried to smooth my hair. I don’t have a mirror because mirrors are on the list of restricted items in the Redwood City prison. Still, I can’t just appear in front of Noah shabbily. I also ran my hands to my dress and groaned at the creases. But that will have to do. I waited until the warden unlocked my cell and I got out. While following him out of the mazes of corridors, passing by inmates in their cells, I could not help but imagine how I would react when we finally met face to face. Will Noah hug me? Will he beg me to take him back? I am sure he h
Briana POV“Sweetheart, I am here,” Noah informed me when I answered his call. He fetched the children from school without me. “How are you?” “I am fine.” “No more headaches?” He asked, sounding worried. I shook my head, though Noah wouldn’t see me before I responded to his question. “Just a little.” “Go home and rest.” He advised. I rose from my chair, arranged the papers on my desk in a neat file, and prepared to leave. “I am going home,” I informed him. “Have you seen the triplets?” “Not yet, but they will be here soon.” He said when I heard what sounded like the school bell on his end. Noah and I ended our call. I got out of my office, but before I left, I stopped by Belle’s desk.“Have you seen Marcus today?” Belle shook her head. “He has not reported since Monday.” She told me. I shook my head. My brother has been going on a downward spiral since Martina left him. He always locks himself at home for days. He rarely showed up at the hotel, and it bothers me.
Briana POVI bit my lip, and my nose twitched.I wanted to bitch slap Martina if I saw her again for doing this to my brother.He had become too different from the brother I knew five years ago.It was like life had been sucked out of Marcus.Gone was the confident man I knew, my bulwark when I lost myself after Noah and I parted.“I already signed the divorce papers, Brie.” His tone was dull, suggesting deep sadness.My hands clenched to my sides.
Briana POVI watched in contentment as my brothers clapped Marcus on the back. “Hey!” Marcus complained when Flint hit him a bit harder.Flint smoothed his back, grinning. “You are Brie’s favorite brother. You deserve that slap.” Rowan and Charles chuckled in mirth before they bent to pluck Marcus from the bed to carry him to the bathroom. “Put me down! Where are you going to take me?” Marcus cried.Charles, Rowan, and Flint placed him in the shower stall before they turned the shower on, and water sprayed on Marcus' face and head. Marcus tried to leave, but the three barricaded the door so he wouldn't go out. “Bro, you need to bathe. You seriously stink.” Rowan complained, and they all laughed while I watched them smother Marcus with liquid soap on his face and arm. “Stop. I will do it myself!” Marcus cried. The three stop and leave him alone. “Male sure you clean up well.” Charles hollered outside the bathroom before closing the door.As I heard the sounds of splashing w
Martina POVI walked out of the elevator and went nervously to the nurse’s station.“Is Dr. Martin in?” I asked the nurse dully.She nodded and pointed me in the direction of the clinic. “Room 405.”After thanking her, I started taking the route she told me and arrived at the door with the nameplate of the doctor I was looking for.I knocked.“Yes?” The nurse inquired.She ushered me in after informing her about my appointment with Dr. Martin. 
Briana Time flies so fast.I am now in my 37th week of pregnancy.After filing the petition and receiving his divorce certificate, Marcus immediately reported for work. He showed up at the office and started tackling the pending tasks and documents piled up on his desk. He deferred accepting runway engagements since he devoted most of his time to running the Hotel. I had become a stay-at-home mom and wife since my 35th week because Noah forbade me to report for work, and I was bored out of my wits. Marcus understands, though. Between him and Noah, I can’t do anything apart from whining and making catty comments alternately between them. “I want to go fetch the kids later,” I told Noah at breakfast this morning.He did not reply, and I thought that was a good sign. I was wrong. Noah got up from his seat at the dining table, walked to me, and kissed my lips.“A delivery van will arrive this afternoon.” He informed me I couldn’t leave the house because I had to receive the par
Noah POVI watched Briana’s reflection in the side mirror after I pulled the car from the driveway. She smiled, waving me goodbye, but the smile did not reach her eyes. I could not help but sympathize with her predicament.I promised myself I would make it up to her after the issue of Britney had been sorted out. Briana deserves that and more. When she was out of my sight, I called Brent. “How is it going?” Brent already knew what I was talking about. “I already called our people at the airport. We did not find any trace of Britney going out of Redwood.” “What do you mean?” “Brtiney did not leave Redwood. She is still here.” “Are you sure?” I asked. Worry laced my voice. This is what I was afraid of. If Britney had flown out of Redwood City, it would be better for my peace of mind. But since she didn’t, I could not take anything to chance. “What about the docks?” I am hoping Britney would use a passenger yacht or a ferry. Brent replied in the negative. “She is stil
Noah POV“Is anything the matter?” Brina asked. My breath hitched as I tried to act as casually as possible. Briana is an intelligent person. It would not take her long to put two and two together and come up with five. “Nothing. I am just curious.” I prevaricated, but I am sure my voice is giving me away. Briana knew me too much to be able to hide this from her. There was a pause on the other end. I am almost certain Briana is thinking. “Are you suspecting Hanna of helping Britney?” Bingo!Briana had nailed the issue on the head. Surprise, I became speechless. I don’t know what to say. Should I deny it or confirm it?I looked around me, trying to grope for words, clearing my throat to bide for time. Briana, as I said, was sharp. There is no way I can hide something from her. It’s best to tell her now. “We haven’t found any conclusive evidence yet. That is why I am asking you.” “But you are suspecting her. You wouldn’t call me if you didn't.” Briana sounded too sure of