Christian stared at Isabelle as if waiting for an explanation. The nurse blinked slowly, taking in her own words. They sank excruciatingly slowly, her mind delaying in making the connection. There was an almost palpable yet stunning silence in the hospital patient room."Y-you..." Christian faltered. He bent, placing his hands over his knees, trying to suppress the waves of acid that welled up in his stomach. Isabelle put one hand out in defense, fingers wide. She opened her mouth, uncertain as to whether to scream, cry, or talk."Did you..." Christian blinked with incredulity. "I can't be." Isabelle hugged herself, whispering with her eyes staring into space. Sean hung his head, taking in the seriousness of the situation. He almost felt sorry for his friends, but he could see a bright future for them once they got over the news. Instead of leaving, Sean sat on the green sofa just to make sure no violence eventuated. Once the wave of nausea passed, Christian stood up, his muscles in
"At least drink half of it." Sean pushed the bowl of beef soup closer to Isabelle."Sean please." Isabelle whined, the aroma of the thick soup with carrots muddling her stomach. After Christian left and Isabelle got cleared to go home, Sean had insisted on bringing her to his place. She was hesitant at first, but the other option she had was going back to Christian's, which was out of the question."You heard what the doctor said; you are a nurse; you also know how crucial meals are to an expectant woman." Isabelle lifted the ball of soup to her mouth just to stop Sean from reminding her of her situation.He smiled when she sipped, her face contorting when she swallowed. "Keep going." Sean encouraged, earning a scowl from Isabelle. She drank a little bit more, almost half the soup, belching in between."If I take more than that, I won't be able to keep it down." She placed the bowl back on the bedside stool. Sean had given her a room in his penthouse, insisting that she needed peace o
"What are you doing here?" Isabelle croaked as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She had just woken up to find Christian by her bedside, staring at her with his red eyes."Not until you hear me out." His voice wasn't any better; it was heavy and shaky. Isabelle couldn't look at his swollen face without remembering his accusations against her and Sean. His blame on the pregnancy and stupid allegations. She shook her head and got out of bed, ignoring him entirely. Barefoot, Isabelle walked towards the door, but Christian was determined to talk to her."Isabelle please, hear me out, please." He intercepted her before she could open the door. Her jaw clenched when he blocked her exit, staring at her with pleading eyes. She refused to utter a word; she walked back to the leather bed and instead faced the large sliding windows. She was staring through the glass, but her mind was too clouded to make out anything on the outside.Christian sighed, following her. "Five years ago, I was engage
"Like I said before, if you think that this child is Sean's, I won't force any responsibility on you." Isabelle stood, her stomach rumbling despite having taken some soup before going to sleep. Christian muttered inaudibly, he hadn't expected such a response from her after sharing his past. "What was I supposed to think after finding out that you had lied about Dylan's pregnancy?" Christian threw his hands out, fingers splayed wide. Isabelle didn't respond; her feet felt heavy as she dragged them across the elegant room. heavy like the incessant throb in her heart that kept on telling her to apologize for lying to Christian.Christian's heart ached as he watched her go, seeming unperturbed by his confession. It was almost 4, and he dreaded the piled-up work back at the office. He had barely worked; in fact, since Isabelle came into his life, he had missed work severally. It was unlike him; work was his first priority, but even he could see that Isabelle meant more than the multi-mill
"Seriously?" Isabelle asked, her heart dropping when she realized Christian was trying to change the topic. She couldn't believe his audacity to steer the conversation as he desired. "Yeah, she is working with my father to sabotage me." He answered, taking a bite of a piece of the salmon. Christian didn't see anything wrong with informing Isabelle."No Christian, you don't get to change the topic like this." Isabelle stood abruptly with the plate in her hand. Her head spun, making her dig her toes into the fluffy mat. Christian scrunched his eyebrow, throwing a questioning look at Isabelle. "I am not trying to change it, I was just..." He too stood and walked across the small space between the sectional sofa. He took the plate from a fuming Isabelle and placed it back on the table. "Eat up." He guided her back again to the sofa, sitting beside her. Isabelle shifted, putting a distance between them when their sides touched."I'm still trying to process that I am a father." He started
Isabelle walked into the hospital with Christian's file in her hand. Mr. Stanton had asked to look at the reports on her patient, Christian. So far, nothing about his oxygen levels, heartbeat, or pressure seemed to have a problem. When she walked into his office, Mr. Stanton was on a call. Isabelle almost shivered from his scrutiny, his burning gaze on her body getting on her wick. With a gesture of his hand, he asked her to sit on the opposite chair from his."Isabelle." He saluted, standing up from his spot behind his desk after he ended the phone call."Mr. Stanton." She nodded, placing the file on his desk. "Here's every report you asked for." She pushed it towards his side, but the man didn't even spare it a glance; his eyes roamed around Isabelle's glowing face. The man then dropped his eyes on her lips; goddess, he had missed staring at the pink flesh as she spoke. He ventured down; her boobs seemed to be stretching the material of her blouse."You are really beautiful." The ma
Isabelle blinked back tears as realization finally settled in. Problems seemed to be pouring from every corner, surrounding her unforgivingly. Isabelle stood in Sean's guest room bathroom in front of the oval wall-mounted mirror above the sink. The only thing she could see in her reflection were her dead eyes. There was no spark, no joy, and no hope. All she could ask herself was whether she would manage to live another minute. She splashed cold water on her face and exited without bothering to dry off. Isabelle had been stripped of her own choices and decisions. Sam, Dylan, and Tiffany; an unplanned pregnancy; Christian drama; and Mr. Stanton. She spoke them aloud, dragging herself towards her bed. It had been a few hours since her return from the hospital, but she had no idea what time it was."You don't look okay." Sean's voice pulled her back into reality. He was casually leaning on the entrance door with his hands deep in his pockets. When he came back from work and called for h
"How was your meeting with Mr. Stanton?" Christian asked when a fire began to crackle between them. Isabelle tensed, her hand freezing around the fork right in front of her parted mouth. Christian observed the quick change, furrowing his eyebrows."I don't like that man." He added. Isabelle blinked, trying to keep her face blank. The last thing she wanted was to involve Christian in her problem with her manager. She had agreed to go out with him to forget for a minute about the whole ordeal with Stanton. She wasn't a fool, Isabelle knew that the man was blackmailing her.She chuckled forcefully, trying to rid herself of the tension that gripped her. "This is really good." She hummed, finally taking another bite of the Kenyan meal. The sweet aroma, the interesting flavor that she hadn't experienced before, Isabelle couldn't control her moans. Christian caught on it though; she was avoiding speaking about her meeting with Stanton."I'm glad you like it." He decided to leave it first, la
A month after Isabelle's father's burial, Isabelle and Dion had grown impossibly closer. Their relationship with their mother had tightened. Isabelle was back to talking with Dylan, even though Christian didn't like it. Sam had been arrested for blackmail and gotten a one-year sentence, while Stanton got one year of probation."I don't understand why you're nervous." Sean shook his head, looking at his friend, who couldn't stop pacing. The park was closed as darkness approached fast on that Tuesday."Do you think they'll come?" Christian asked, stopping for a second to look at the park's entrance."Of course, I just got off the phone with Dion. He said that they'll be here any moment now. She still has no idea about what's happening, and they are still lying to her." Sean explained, scrolling through his phone to rehearse the speech with Christian."What did they tell her?" Christian knew Isabelle was curious to know why Dion and her mother were taking her to a local park at 7 p.m."G
"She came onto me; gosh, you always date them whores." Christian's father scoffed, shrugging his shoulders, when Christian shot him a glare."It was the only way to get you to talk to me." Isabelle addressed Christian. "She would have done something stupid, so..." Tiffany chimed in, crossing her legs."Shut up!" Both Christian and his father uttered at the same time, making Tiffany roll her eyes. She wasn't fazed by their testosterone; she just wanted her friend and boyfriend to reconcile."I'm sorry." Isabelle started, the memory of her boyfriend leaving her in the morning without a word crowding her mind. "I don't want to listen to anything you have to say. You said enough yesterday." Christian dismissed, lifting his hands above his shoulders. "Tiffany just sent you a photo of me and your father. Feel free to use it if you want to end the contract you have with him." She then turned to Tiffany and beckoned with her hand. "Let's go." Isabelle blinked back tears as she walked over
"Christian please." Isabelle held on to his hand with her hands to stop him from walking out of their bedroom."I'm so sorry, baby say something, please, anything." She begged, sniffing. Christian used his free hand to open the door and easily got out of Isabelle's grip. He didn't look back as he stepped into the hallway, heading to the staircase that led down to the sitting room and the kitchen.Isabelle followed, breathing through her mouth to get air past her clogged nose. She had to jog to match Christian's long strides. He came home late after the fallout in the office the previous day. Hadn't said a single word to Isabelle; when she woke up, she found him already dressed and heading out. He had no plans of even glancing at her. Yes, she was grieving, but that didn't give her an excuse to bring his parents into the mix. "Are you seriously going to leave me here begging you?" Isabelle shouted as Christian picked up his car keys from the bowl on top of the kitchen counter. When he
"So it really was about money." Christian spat, speaking to himself. When Isabelle had said he didn't understand what she was feeling, he gave a quick thought about it. For a second he thought that maybe something else was wrong with his mother the day he almost stabbed him. At that moment, as his hand found the door knob, Christian could feel his entire body getting cold."I'm sorry Chris, I'm so sorry." He didn't look back as he stepped out, tuning off his mother's voice. What had he really expected by going to see her? More plans from his father to finish him? For what? He grew up thinking that parents were supposed to be proud of their children. For his parents though? One was money hungry, the other one was both greedy, jealous and just monstrous.He had left his car outside the gate so it was a long stretch. He had to go past the fountain on the front yard and walk for a few minutes before he got to the outside. "Chris please! I should have been there for you, I should have stoo
"That fucking coward!" Isabelle screamed, pulling at her hair, which was held in a bun. Christian engulfed her, minimizing her movements as she thrashed around. Dion stood silently, staring right at his feet. His gut boiled, bile rising up his throat on waves of anger. His skin prickled as his hands clenched into fists. "Cowaard!" She screamed again as she hit Christian's chest. She tried pushing him off her, but he just wouldn't budge. "At least he's not in your life anymore." Christian regretted his words the moment he uttered them. "Shut up! Are you justifying his cowardice now? He sold my brother! He separated us and broke my mother in the process. He fucking tried to kill her and framed me for having sex with my own cousin. He deserved to rot in jail. How can you stand there and spew such bullshit Christian? How the fuck can you?"Isabelle was seeing red, her eyes changing from teary to shooting daggers. "Isabel.." Christian loosened his grip, feeling like she had just kneed h
"I'm so sorry for leaving yesterday without talking much." Dion stated the moment Isabelle entered Sean's office. Christian had a lot of work and a presentation from the IT team. Sean wasn't available either, so that morning it was only Belle and Dion."What's important is how you are feeling." Isabelle hugged her brother, the fact that they were truly related sinking in at that moment. It felt surreal before, but looking at their resemblance, there was no denying it. "I really don't know how I'm feeling, Belle." Dion started, hanging his head when Isabelle sighed. She held his hand and led him out of the office, towards Christian's. Thinking about his insensible, monstrous father was proving a difficult task for Dion. They went straight to Christian's adjoining room and out to the balcony. Isabelle wanted them to have space to talk without interruptions."I didn't know the view was this nice." Dion forced a smile as he placed his forearms on the railings, looking at the dark clouds
"Nnh." Christian moaned in his sleep, or so he thought. Before his eyes opened, he could feel warmth and softness wrapping around his cock. Tingles of pleasure slithered up his spine, slowly consuming him. Isabelle hummed between his legs under the comforter, taking her time to lick his hard cock."Damn baby." Christian groaned in a deep, sleepy voice, biting his lower lip to gain some control. He clutched the sheets on either side, feeling Isabelle's mouth. She pushed off the comforter, taking a deep breath after a minute of staying under the comforter. "Good morning, babe." Isabelle smiled seductively, holding Christian's cock at the base. She looked at his hazy eyes, full of sleep and arousal, as he spread his legs further. "What a fine morning!" Christian's voice ascended when his girlfriend leaned again, wrapping the bulbous head with her beautiful lips."Oh fuck!" He thrust upward, making Isabelle's eyes water as she strained to take him in her small mouth. It wasn't a secret;
"Oh, god, baby." Isabelle moaned, arching her back into Christian's skilled and talented hands. He massaged the top of her right breast while he kissed her neck. He moved his hand along the curve of her boob, raising her sexual frustration. "Babe!" Isabelle complained, throwing up her hands in the air."What do you want?" Christian whispered against her ear, his husky voice sending heat straight between Isabelle's legs. He took the earlobe in his warm mouth, biting gently on it. Isabelle squirmed, her entire body shivering in pleasure and anticipation."Please babe." Isabelle whispered, tilting her head to expose the side of her neck to Christian as he left open-mouth kisses."That's not an answer, love." Christian smirked against her cheek as he pecked her. "Please." Isabelle added with her droopy eyes, staring at Christian as his face hovered above hers. He smirked against her lips and then dipped, capturing the soft pink flesh gently. Isabelle hummed, tilting her head to give Chr
"You didn't even want him in the first place!" Albert argued, shutting his mouth when Jenkins stepped on his left bare foot. Before he could continue assaulting the man, the door burst open, with a number of officers getting in."What the fuck are you doing?" Isabelle's father shouted when an officer pushed him down on his knees and then handcuffed him."Putting cuffs on you." The officer stated the obvious, forcing the older man to his feet."We had a fucking deal, you twits!" He seethed, trying to wiggle out of the damn cuffs. "That deal expired the minute we uncovered the truth behind all these...Did you really believe that you could get away with it?" Baron and Russell got inside, with Baron smirking victoriously at Jenkins."What are you talking about?" Dion was confused. His adoptive parents were arrested and guided outside to the waiting van."This man here played us, or wanted to play us." Jenkins scoffed, stumbling when he was pushed forward towards the door."We just took t