It's only been ten days but I'm loving my new life. I'm still living in the same house, still work at the same company, and still have my kids and Luca at home, but with the help of Pete the driver, Elena our housekeeper, and Jean the personal chef, I love how I get to be a mother and enjoy the ample time I now have to focus on my children (including the one in my womb) instead of tackling those time-consuming chores like cooking and cleaning. "Dean will pick up the kids later, right?" He asks while we're on our way to the office. "Mhmm." I hum a reply, too busy watching a video on my phone. "So we don't have to rush home?" What did he mean by 'rushing home'? The traffic isn't that bad since we go home at 5 everyday, it's not like we hit the road at 6. "Or come home at all, if we don't want to?”Uhm why wouldn't we want to go home? Where do we go then? I pause the video and turn to him who's already grinning. "I'm thinking..." the grin gets even more playful that I raise an eye
I knew it. Two hours ago, I texted him 'What time will Pete pick me up?' so I could get ready with my stuff, not wanting his driver to wait downstairs for too long. If it's up to me, I don't even want the man to wait and prefer to be there before the car arrives. He replied almost instantly, 'What time do you want him to pick you up? Twelve on the dot?'I have a relaxing work-day today since we don't really schedule meetings on Fridays knowing most of us opt to be on leave because we've gotten the half-day off by default so we just need to apply absence for another half-day to make it a full-day leave. [ I don't have anything today so yeah, twelve on the dot please. ]Luca Sinclair: [ On the dot it is 👌🏼 ][ At the same place you always pick me up? ]Luca Sinclair: [ Same place 👌🏼 ][ 👌🏼 ] Luca Sinclair: [ 👌🏼👌🏼 ][ 👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼 ]Luca Sinclair: [ 👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼]I thought he's a very busy man? And yet he replied so fast as if he had nothing to do but to play with his p
You know how it is with kids- they barely can keep a secret. It's worse when you totally forgot about it being a secret that you didn't warn them at all until it's too late; they've spilled it to everyone! That's what happened the first week after Luca moved in. It was the first week of the month so I brought Liam and Cruz with me to my family's weekly gathering on Saturday. We were having lunch when mid-conversation on who's the tallest in the family, Cruz blurted out, "Noooo you're not the tallest, Grandpa! Luca is the tallest person, ever!" Everybody went on silent for a good five seconds until my Dad asks, "Luca? Who's that, buddy? Is he your friend?" Liam immediately jumped in before I managed to stop him, "He's Mummy's friend! He lives with us!"Abby looked like she was trying hard to stop herself from bursting out of laughter while the rest is extremely shocked, though my annoying brother was already raising an eyebrow, grinning at the new topic that would be his source of e
“I told you I’m going to do it when I get back.”The trash bag that I was holding immediately falls to the floor the moment I hear that deep voice who is obviously annoyed with my anthem. And before I managed to turn around, or recover from the shock of his sudden appearance, a hand has already picked up that trash bag. Without saying anything, he surpasses me at the hallway and strides to the Refuse Room. I take a deep breath upon watching him from behind, that guy is looking insanely strong and manly carrying the trash, especially when he’s wearing this one winter coat that has becoming my favorite. I don’t understand how he can look good all the time, but when he dons that black winter coat, ohhhh I’m officially deceased.“You’re not even wearing your coat!” He says the moment he comes out of the Refuse Room, obviously still mad from my earlier attempt to throw the trash. He gave the helpers two weeks off for Christmas and New Year so we’ve been operating with just the both of us.
Author's note: Before we start, I'd like to apologise for the mixed up of the chapters. I've edited chapter 129 and 130 but the changes haven't been reflected in chapter 129. I've contacted my editor on this, will inform you once the changes are reflected so you guys can read the revised one! Keep in mind that this chapter is the continuation of the revised chapters so you may want to wait till it's (finally!) reflected or just read and go back to those two chapters once the revised one comes out. Sorry again! 😭***It has only been four days but I feel like this is the worst silent treatment he has ever given me. Four days ago, on the Christmas Eve, he had to wait for a good half an hour at the freezing parking area because I needed to create some excuses first in order to escape my family before finally going downstairs to hand him the car key. Only when he asked for his phone, I realised I forgot to bring it along but desperately not wanting to alarm my family of my disappear
"You think this pregnancy doesn't ruin my body enough that you threaten to manhandle me now? Teach me a lesson?" I scoff at the bold speech he threw at my face, "Wasting ten whole months of my life just to grow your daughter, have my body expand into a whale, and you had the audacity to talk to me like that?" The way he flinched when I used the word 'wasting' showed how surprised he was that I dared to say such thing, or the fact it even crossed my mind, because I too regret it the moment I blurted it out. I'm human, I have feelings, and carrying her everywhere I go for almost six months now makes me soft eventhough back then I was questioning myself if I did the right thing to keep her. Especially when her movements become obvious since the past few weeks, I get excited thinking how is she going to look like once she's out, if she's going to be his best friend by the way she's actively responding to him, or actually a mini Sophie creating our own Girls Team. "Is it because she's
“I wouldn’t mind if you want to continue your extra curricular activity, you know.” Perhaps that will improve your mood tremendously instead of being this icy prince.“I’m sure you’ve got a few in the cart, all you need to do is pick up your phone and call Cupcake, tell them you want one delivered today.” To be honest, I need him to be in a better mood because I’m sick of getting this cold treatment, especially tonight since we’re going to a New Year party that I’m sure will be attended by everyone from his social circle. I’d appreciate a warm partner rather than one who treats me as if I’m an arm candy- and just that. “Today might be 31st of December but I’m one hundred percent sure there will be someone who’s going to pick up your call.” Don’t forget I also used them in the past so I know how top-notch their service is. “Orrrrrr, if you want me to call them on your behalf, yeah I can do that too!” I jump off the couch I’ve been occupying since morning and run eagerly towards his p
How many times does he have to reject me until I finally learn to move on? Like REALLY move on, not just half-heartedly doing it and have hope each time something happens. Something like the hot make-out session in the limo. I thought my heart has mastered the art of being broken to pieces by how many times it has endured it in just two years of knowing Luca, which I'm super mad at myself now because it's the same man over and over as if there's nothing new there, why can't you still get it in your head and heart that we are not meant to be together? Even when he rejected me bluntly in the limo earlier, there's this small part of me that keeps convincing me he will definitely change his mind once the baby is out. He will want to create a complete family for our daughter that he will suggest for us to try again, for the sake of her. We go around the ballroom to chat with a few known faces before we are being called to the dining table. To be honest, I do
I lied, THISSS is Sophie Summer’s final POV ☺️I’ve got to say the second thing I love to do the most ever since I got married to Luca (yeah I’m sure you can guess what is the first one) is pulling pranks on him.My marriage has been colorful with the mixture of overloaded happiness, pregnancy drama, and kids’ antics so to sprinkle it with wicked pranks on top of the spices-in-the-bed, I am convinced our relationship is at its top peak and continues to grow as we learn more about each other. “I think I am going to change now,” I enter the walk-in closet when he was sitting on the bench, putting his socks on. Today is Sunday and we have that family brunch to go to. I have already reminded the big kids to start getting dressed, made sure my toddler cooperate with the nanny so she can help her into her outfit, and lastly, I have made sure my youngest is already down for a nap because we have learned our lesson when he was a newborn of how horrible it would be if we insist going out wit
Luca Sinclair's POVDo you know what I like about being a sugar daddy? Unlimited access to my sugar baby while I limit whatever access I wish upon her. Yeah that sounds like a commitment issue, but being born in an old-money family has its own pressure. While most of my cousins are happy to have a secured future since we each have a trust fund set up by our grandparents, they do not care much about money but rather focus on everything about the inner circle because at the end of the day, we get by through connections. But I hated all that shit, the pretence, the goddamn etiquette (do not get me wrong, I love being a well-mannered person, a gentleman, but it is drowning me to be restricted by those rules a bit too much). I was convinced I had more potential that I would like to unleash on my own instead of being handed over as a CEO of a certain company just because I was born in this. I told my parents up front how I would never work at either of their companies be it from Mom's si
"Do you know what's funny?" The tallest guy in this group who is currently sitting at the end of the table asks all of us, but the one who is sitting in front of him already replies, "What.""The one person who gave Luca the advice to hire three wedding planners-""Four, Baby," the black haired woman beside him interrupts, "He went extraaa to beat Owen." All of us can see it coming but we let Augustine to continue anyway, "The expert who advised our newlywed to get fourrr wedding planners, well, he isn't even married!" We burst into laughter except Owen who rolls his eyes, "I'm going to put poison in your food, man. Shut up." "At least he joins the pregnancy train." Luca picks up his wine glass, to which all of us follow through though the four ladies including me are with our grape juice. Evie and I were hanging out back then, discussing about our older kids who attend the same school when Estelle dropped a gossip in the middle of the Mom topic, claiming she suspected her sister w
Sophie's final POVGetting involved with a rich man has its own perks- for money, title, bragging rights. It depends on the individual what her objective is but mine was because I needed a good time on the weekends; my weekdays were reserved for my children. It was supposed to be a temporary arrangement, spelled in a black and white document which I dropped my signature on it a few days before everything started. Never, in my wildest dream, even after my involvement with Luca or Christian, I would come to this. Because I would always have this little voice in me that keeps reminding me, this is only a fantasy. Being with a good looking person with all the qualities like Luca Sinclair or Christian Smith, that is just a fantasy. At the end of the day, I would go back to my real life, where I need to work hard to earn a good one, instead of the fantasy of being a trophy wife. Today I am witnessing one of the perks of getting involved with a rich man. Here I am, standing next to my fath
Luca Sinclair’s POV“Merry Christmas, everyoneee!” I was lining up the mugs that are filled with hot chocolate, ready to distribute them to every person in this household when the Queen graces her presence at 7am on the dot. The kids woke up twenty minutes ago, already making noise at the living room about the presents that Sophie and I put under the Christmas tree last night after they went to bed, I surrendered to the chaos and immediately got up to ensure they were not going to wake my precious sleeping beauty that turns into a sly seducer come night, especially when I had tired her out till two in the morning. “Merry Christmas, Mummy!” The kids reply in a chaotic chorus, with Suri repeatedly jumping up and down, holding her hands out to Sophie, wanting to be carried. “Merry Christmas,” I approach her as she is already grabbing Suri, parking her on a hip, though that would not stop me from leaning over so we can start our day with the mandatory morning kiss. But a tiny hand dec
Luca Sinclair's POV“Okay, here’s one. Why do we call Deborah Deb?” She is back with another random topic, “Like, why not call her Bruh?” As expected, she giggles to herself with that lame joke, putting the phone that was used to video-call Deborah a few seconds ago in a sparkly clutch. Perhaps I am high from this drug I call Sophie Summers, but I chuckle seeing her being totally amused with that small enquiry, somewhat being contagious with the happy vibe she has been spreading since we arrive here. We have been compromising following the request I brought out to the table five months ago, about wanting another Suri. It took her two weeks until she finally responded, I thought it was a gone case because she had not said anything about it during the fourteen days duration. Life went on as usual, until she asked for another lunch and told me about her concerns. She did not want another baby, but she was tempted to have another Suri. She did not want to get pregnant, because she wan
After three days of being a guest, the storm finally passed and I got to move downstairs again. It was already difficult to be in his presence all the time, because he refused to go to the office during this crucial time (if he calls growth spurt a crucial time, I'm not sure what would it be when she gets her first period), but come night when it was Emma's shift, he tend to be extra friendly as if he needed to show her we were more than just parents of Suri Sinclair. Whatever it is, I'm jail-free now.From one growth spurt to another, including the change of the nanny from a twenty-eight year old Emma to forty-nine year old Lilian, suddenly it is now Suri's second year into this world. My maternity leave was supposed to end on the sixth month but because of my stupidity to never train her with the bottles, I was forced to extend my leave for another six months; it was hard to handle the tantrum she threw when we started training her, until three months later we gave up as I sent a r
I haven't been very honest these days. You know how I agreed to be the milk maid post pregnancy, that I would not do anything beyond that because I have signed off my rights- he actually sent the papers on the fourth day when we came back from the hospital, legalised everything within the first week. The document dictates that he has Suri Sinclair's full custody but he would not stop me from seeing her, but of course, it would be with his permission. If we get to the technical part of it, well, yes, I had been abusing the agreement. But if we were to take it with a pinch of salt, I am actually doing as per agreement. He did say I can meet her, and he did give me the permission because he sent her over for the milk, it's just that instead of tiring the Nanny to come back and forth (bear in mind she is fifty-five years old already!) I told her that I'd just come upstairs and feed her in the nursery. ...and perhaps, I shouldn't tire myself out too because this is only my second week p
Luca Sinclair’s POVIt has officially been a week since I last saw the woman who gave birth to this new obsession of mine, the very same person whom I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with regardless the conflicts arising between us. I am so glad how this little girl that is smaller than my biceps has taken up all my free time, though she did not take that person off my mind but rather made me think about her more, of how she is doing post delivery. If she is fine like she had been when we stayed at the hospital for three days, or if she suddenly experience some pain at home. If it were up to me, I’d rather take Suri to her myself for every feeding. But I know I can’t break the rules I’ve decided to put even before the delivery, and I damn know I have to be strong and stand by it. Honestly, this whole thing about not having any communication in any way with her, a clean cut, is the best step I have made so far. Because I would not dare to walk away anytime soon, esp