Brent POV
I left Beth’s room feeling like the rug had been pulled under me.
I could not pinpoint what went wrong, but I intend to find out.
Earlier, I wanted to knock my head, thinking it was the wrong move to bring Beth to the office.
Beth is a gentle soul, and my office might come off as a dangerous place for her.
But I knew my people. No one would have the audacity to come to her to confront her or anything.
They were all afraid to earn my wrath.
I am a good boss, but I treat people accordingly. I reward and punish them if they earn it.
My feet carried me to the kitchen.
I walked to the fridge and took out a bottle to guzzle some water.
Then, I sat on the dining chair, waiting for Pablo’s report.
I did not have to wait long.
My phone beeped a notification sound. Pablo sent me a link, and I immediately opened it.&nb
Beth POVI was speechless. I didn’t know where I found the temerity to think so lowly of myself when Brent had been openly worshipping me like this. “I am so sorry. For a moment, I thought…”I tried to explain myself, but Brent quickly placed his index finger to my lips, preventing me from speaking further. “I understand. Jealousy is a b*tch, right? Now, you know how I feel every time that doctor is around you. It hurts so much here.” Brent took my hand and placed it at the center of his chest to emphasize his point. I was deeply chastened that I could not look Brent in the eye. “It s*cks!” I admitted.Brent laughed and pulled my head toward his chest. I buried my face in his chest to avoid meeting his gaze, feeling ashamed of myself. “Sweetie, it’s alright. No harm done. Next time, tell me what bothers you.” Brent released me to fetch the cup from the cart and offered it to me. I cupped my palm around the cup and sipped, nodding approvingly when I found that it was my favor
Beth POVThe genuine happiness on Krizzie’s face was one I did not often see. “Are we going to live in one house from now on?” She asked hopefully. I met Brent’s gaze over Krizzie’s head, and the silent question splashed over his face. I turned to our daughter, realizing that I had failed to give her a happy home. “Don’t.” Brent mouthed when our gazes locked, seeming to know what was happening inside my head.I nodded, but could not help the sadness that crept into my heart.“Would you like us to live under one roof?” I asked our daughter. I did not have to wait. Krizzie’s resounding yes filled the air. She let go of our hands to clap them together. “Yipee! Mommy, Daddy, and Krizzie are going to live in one house.” She cried, her eyes glowing.When we reached the parking lot, we saw the Hunter triplets. They were Krizzie’s friends. “Riley! Brixx! Mason!” She called them. The three simultaneously looked in our direction.I had to laugh at the same expression plastered on th
Brent POVBeth looked so starstruck that I had to flick my hands before her face to get her attention.“You like Noah Hunter?” I asked, feeling a surge of the green-eyed monster unexpectedly. Beth laughed. “Are you jealous, Mr. Anderson?” She asked in a rare display of coquettishness. I glared at her. “What if I am? What are you going to do about it?” I said in a challenging tone. Beth looked happy. There was a glow in her eyes that was not there before.She dropped my hand suddenly, which made me halt in my tracks in surprise.Fear slowly spread all over me. I shook my head. “Don’t you dare chase another man, Beth? Noah Hunter is so very in love with his wife. He worships the ground she walks on. You don’t have a chance.” Beth’s smile grew wider. She was eyeing me with a glint in her eyes which made me uneasy. Did I offend her?Was she p*ssed?Would she slap me for speaking my mind?“You already promised me to work on our relationship. Don’t dare break that promise, Beth.”
Beth POVI watched Briana’s back as she strolled to her family’s car. Noah waited for her. He assisted her as she climbed into the car before he followed suit. Looking at Noah Hunter earlier, I admit I was guilty as Brent has charged, but seeing Briana Hunter in person made me feel awed by her personality.She was like a goddess who had descended from Mt. Olympus. Her striking beauty and genteel personality took my breath away. I shook my head to give clarity to my brain. “I didn’t think Briana Hunter could be so..” I looked around, floundering for words. Brent grinned. “The Fords are an inspiration. Not only were they gifted with good looks and richness beyond mere imagination, but they were passionate people. They love and hate with equal intensity. But more importantly, they were all family-oriented individuals. To be their friend is a privilege.” Brent explained. “Will they accept me? I didn’t have so many friends outside the medical field.” I told him honestly, afraid that
Brent POV“We both made mistakes, Beth,” I said, eyeing Beth with the corner of my eye. “Release yourself from the bondage of self-blame and just savor what we have now. Life is too precious for self-recrimination and regrets. We have to keep moving forward. Let’s be happy, Beth. You, me and Krizzie.” Beth sighed. “I will try.” My hand left the steering wheel to pat the back of her hand, lying on her lap. “That’s my woman. Do it because from now on, I don’t want you to be unhappy, Beth. I wanted to fill our lives with laughter and happiness.”“Daddy, can we go to the playground to play?” Krizzie butted in at the back when we were near one of the famous indoor playground facilities in Redwood. I turned my head to look at Beth, seeking her opinion.Since it was a Friday and Krizzie had no classes the following day, Beth nodded her assent. “Sure, baby,” I said before entering the facility’s parking area.We went to a gated playground with slides and cute trees. Krizzie had a gr
Beth POVBrent bent his head to kiss me, but we quickly pulled apart when the door to our room was aggressively flung wide open, and our daughter came in.“Mommy! Daddy! Are we going to live in one house from now on?” She asked, eyes glowing in happiness when she noted Brent's presence inside my room, which is technically our room from now on.Brent bent to sit on his haunches and pulled Krizzie toward his lap. She was already in her PJs and was ready for bed.“You like that. Don’t you, baby?”Krizzie nodded. “Yes! I do! I always wanted to sleep beside my two favorite
Brent POVI turned to my side to look at my daughter and Beth.Seeing them content in sleep made me smile to myself. Krizzie sure knew how to thwart her old man’s happiness. I thought as my eyes lingered on Beth. I so wanted her.It had been years, and I could not wait to meld our bodies together as I had promised earlier, but Krizzie put a damper on my plans. I chuckled to myself.At the same time, I was thankful that Beth had finally seen through the doctor. For a moment, I thought she would be heartbroken when she found out about his duplicity. Beth liked him enough to date him. That night I got back from Arkadia was the first time she had shown interest in a man after so many years. That is why the idea of her dating alarmed me. If I hadn’t acted sooner and allowed Beth to date the man, there would be no turning back for us. Beth would have been taken away from me.But fate had been kind. And a simple investigation put the doctor in a landmine. I gritted my teeth, vowi
Brent POVAfter ensuring Beth’s bodyguards were in place, I drove home with Krizzie.“Daddy, are you going to leave me with the triplets while you go to work?” she asked.We were seated on the bed. Krizzie was sitting in my lap while I held her long hair in one hand to tie it with a pink ribbon that she loves so much.“Yeah. It’s just for an hour or two. Aunt Briana will look after the five of you.”“Yey! Are we going to stay at the hotel?”She asked, eyes lighting up because she often visited Rosewood Hotel t
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