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
Noah POV“Daddy!” “Daddy!”“Daddy!” I smiled when I heard the triplets call out my name. They had an early dismissal, and I was glad I decided to fetch them earlier than usual today. They rushed up to me, and I bent down, arms spread wide to receive their hugs. “I miss you, my triplets,” I told them and saw the three of them grin. “Really?” Their eyes sparkled in mischief, but I want to answer them truthfully. “Yes.” As usual, Mason’s eyes roamed around. “Where is Mommy?” “At home,” I told them. It had been two weeks since I forbade Briana to leave the house, but the children would still ask for her every time. Maybe I was overreacting. Briana is right. We cannot postpone our lives due to fear. I looked around and knew that my man was stalking the place. I employed a handful of bodyguards to watch over the children. However, they are invisible to our eyes, except for their three regular bodyguards. It was because I did not want to frighten the triplets. They are still
Briana’s POVMy heart almost stopped beating when I saw what happened. After I left the house to greet the triplets, I watched in horror as I saw them run excitedly to the other side of the road, where they saw Marcus. It was so swift and sudden that all of us watched in horror as a car zoomed past, almost hitting Mason. My body froze when I saw it, but it was just a split second of confusion because adrenaline pushed me, pumping blood in my veins. I ran after my children with fear gripping my heart. I did not care that I was pregnant and could not even carry my weight. All I ever cared for was to save my son from danger.I sighed in relief when I saw Marcus grab Riley by the waist to get my son out of the way. At the same time, I saw Noah grab Mason and Brixx and carry the two of them to safety. My heart raced wildly in my chest as I watched in relief how Marcus and Noah got the children in time, and they were now out of danger. Then, my angry eyes darted to the car that alm
The sounds of sirens echoed all around us, and within minutes, police cars had taken over the road. They barricaded it for other vehicles.At the center, Britney, Noah, and I looked on. I searched for my children and saw them with Marcus. My brother ushered the triplets inside his house, which calmed my somewhat frayed nerves. I can rest assured the children will be safe in Marcus' hands. There had been an investigation. Police cuffed Britney's hands and assisted her to the back of their patrol car.Ed, our head bodyguard, showed up holding the driver of the first car that almost hit Mason. My eyes squinted because he looked familiar. "Sir. I think he is Ms. White’s accomplice. He's the VP for finance you fired earlier for colluding with your Uncle." I shook my head to shake off the daze that assailed me momentarily and stared at the man. "I don't know what you are talking about. I am not Ms. White's accomplice." He cried, denying the allegation. The man looked at me and p
Noah POVBriana was still sleeping when our family came to visit.Marcus called earlier, informing me about the boys’ excitement to see their little brother. “Where’s our baby brother?” Riley demanded, but he was talking in a hushed voice. I glanced at Marcus, grateful because I was sure he informed the kids beforehand that they needed to behave, which explains Riley’s action. I opened the door wider and smiled wider. “He’s asleep with your mom.” The boys’ faces fell. The excitement in their eyes changed to disappointment. “We can’t play with him, then?” Brixx asked in dismay. I crouched low, so I was at a level with my kids. “Not yet. When he gets a little older, you can.” I promised them. “But we can see him, right?” Mason butted in. I nodded. “Of course. I am sure your mom would love to see the three of you.” Then, I stood up and picked Mason’s and Brixx’s hands since they were closer to me to guide them inside. Marcus let Riley follow us. I was glad because the chi
Noah POVI was surprised when Rowan kicked Marcus playfully so he could enter, bearing colorful balloons. At the sight of the balloons, the triplets became excited and had forgotten that they had to act carefully around the baby. Riley stood on the bed, startling their baby brother, and I had to grab him by the waist to put him down. I also did the same to Brixx and Mason when they unexpectedly jumped to eagerly reach their hands out to pluck a balloon from Rowan’s grasp. Rowan steered clear of them to place the balloon on the side of my bed. “I want one,” Riley grumbled. Rowan shook his head to tease the triplets. “You can’t have that. It is for mommy.” “She does not need the balloon. She needs to rest.” Brixx replied, and all of us laughed. “It’s also for the baby,” Rowan added, refusing to give the triplets the balloon. They harumped and ignored him when they noticed the cake that Flint was carrying. “A cake!” They cried.“I hope it’s a carrot cake,” Briana commented
Hello, my loves, You have reached the last part of Noah and Briana’s story. Though I hate to see them go and the triplets, too, I also wanted to give way to the other characters in this story to shine.Hence, the succeeding chapters will be for them. This book actually has four parts. The main part as you all know is Noah and Briana’s story. The second part will be Rowan and Hanna’s story. The third part will be Marcus’s story. The fourth part, I have not plotted it yet, but it is a toss between Brent (yeah, the millionaire private investigator friend of Noah) and Flint (Briana’s other brother.) You can comment on this page which one you prefer and the majority wins.If you noticed in Briana and Noah’s book, I already gave a foreground on Brent’s life. But it’s not fixed yet.Flint, on the other hand, is an interesting character because he is playful and oftentimes troublesome. Riley actually took after him. As with the first story, the other three stories will revolve around
Book 2. Rowan and Hanna’s Story Hanna’s POV“Bye, Hanna!” I waved my hands to my co-workers at Hunter Hotel after getting out of the cab we hired for the night. I was a bit tipsy, and I had to squint from the lamp post’s glare to be able to see them off. We were four girls.“Bye, guys! See you tomorrow.” I shouted before turning around to get inside my apartment complex. My co-workers and I had a little celebration because one of them was getting married. We opted to ride a cab since we were drunk just to be on the safe side.“Having a good time?” A man’s voice said at my back, and my body instantly froze. I didn’t think I would ever see him again, given that I already requested the main office to transfer me to this place. Noah was a bit surprised, but he did not pry. I was not sure if he suspected it had anything to do with this man. The man walked to my front, presenting me with his side profile. “What are you doing here?” I asked nervously. He snickered. “Why are you sud
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