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
Hanna POVRowan parked the car in front of a f*ckig mansion. I glared at it, for I did not know how to react. It’s a toss-between amazement and anger. The house was impressive. It looked breathtaking outside, but however beautiful the place was, it was still a prison for me. I already had a hunch as to why Rowan took me. “Whose house is this?” I asked mutinously.“Mine.” Rowan unstrapped his seatbelt, but I did not mimic his actions. Instead, I just sat there looking outside. “Get out!” Rowan ordered.I pretended not to hear him and did not budge. I heard the sound of the door opening before it was slammed shut in anger. From my peripheral vision, I saw Rowan round the car before stopping in front of my door. He opened it before leaning down. I moved back scaredly. I thought Rowan was going to kiss me again to make me pliant and submissive to his bidding.To my utter shame, and Rowan’s amusement - because I heard him snicker, he only unlocked my seatbelt to pull me out. D
Hanna POVI angrily clenched my fists and growled at the closed door, imagining it was Rowan I was glaring at.If looks could kill, the fire in my eyes must have left him charred should he have the gall to stay.This whole setup frustrates me.I already put several hundred miles between us, thinking it was far enough to live my life undisrupted.Now, I realize distance was never a deterrent for Rowan.While starting mutinously at the closed door, I bunched the pillows on the bed and hit it several times with my fists. It did nothing to get me out of my situation,
Hanna POVHeat suffused my cheeks. How many times will Rowan embarrass me like this?But there’s nothing I can do about it now. Rowan will do anything to subdue me because he thinks the only way to get to Britney is through me. I sighed. At that exact moment, my phone rang. I winced when I saw the caller ID.Without bothering to answer the call, I turned off my phone and got dressed. I self-consciously walked out of the room Rowan sent me last night, tugging at the hem of my skirt. “Does the skirt make you uncomfortable?” Rowan’s voice startled me. I almost jumped in nervousness. “Relax. It’s just me.” My breath hitched when his eyes started to roam around my body. “I am sorry, that’s the only clothes I have. Don’t worry. I will fetch you from work later to shop for your clothes.” At the mention of work, my body froze. “Can you not do that?” His brows arched. Rowan looked like I said something offending. “And why is that?” Rowan’s eyes narrowed, and I gulped for lack
Hanna POVRowan's wishes won. He dropped me at the entrance to Hunter Hotel.To his credit, he at least relented.He did not insist on getting out to flash his newsworthy face, which I was grateful for."I will fetch you around five."I ignored his reminder because it was useless. Whether I agree or not, Rowan would still get his way.The driver opened the door for me, and I got out, self-consciously too aware of the curious looks thrown my way.I am just a new employee of Hunter Hotel Vega
Hanna POVAfter the initial shock, I turned around, fuming mad.I don’t care whether my action caused Rowan embarrassment, but given his thick-skinned nature, I highly doubt it.No one can shake the confidence of that man.Like his brothers, he was a man secure of his place on Earth. My action would not leave him in shame.I only hope that he stops now and retreats.Unfortunately, my prayers were left unanswered.And to my utter shame, instead of turning around to leave, Rowan aggravat
Hanna POVBut our reality kept intruding in my head. This doesn't seem right. My head screams as Rowan continues to plunder my mouth with his lips and tongue. Rowan has a girlfriend! At the thought of poor Linda, unaware that her boyfriend was kissing another girl, something rebelled inside me. In desperation, I pushed Rowan hard. Taking advantage of Rowan’s confusion, I quickly got out of the car to run inside the hotel. I half-run to the elevator, avoiding contact with anyone. Once inside the elevator's security, I felt relieved when I realized Rowan did not follow me. I fanned my face with my hands, feeling hot all over. The effect of Rowan’s lips lingered while I traced my lips with the tips of my fingers. When I reached our floor, I skipped our office and went straight to the restroom to hide from Rowan. I needed time to compose myself before going back to the office, and the ladies’ room provided a refuge to regulate my breathing. My phone rings, startling me. Scar
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