~STATES 2018~~JESSICA~"Stop, Clint; we need to go watch the kids build the castle,” I said to my horny husband, who was asking for some.“We can go after this; I’ll be quick, I promise,” he insisted, but I shook my head and tried to walk out, but he grabbed me back by my waist, and I landed on his hard chest.“Five minutes,” he said and attacked my lips and neck with kisses.“No, we need to go now; the kids will...” I didn’t finish my sentence as I ran to the bathroom to throw up.Clinton followed me, and he assisted by holding my hair back.I was three months pregnant, and the doctor said they were twins. We gave birth to twins two years ago who are now turning three: Clinton and Grace. They were both very naughty, with Clinton being a little calm; they couldn’t keep their hands to themselves.Now we have a total of four kids, and with these twins on the way, we’ll have a total of six, making us reach our goal.We came on vacation to have family time. Of course, we came with Matild
“I thought we agreed you would manage the company from home.” "Yes, I didn't know my company would need me.” “Can't you just hire someone to do it?” "No, I can't, and I have to go now, see you later,” my husband said, pecking my cheeks. We agreed he would manage the company from home, but now his mind seemed to be changed. As he closed the door, I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to get cleaned up. I was already four months pregnant, and the doctor asked me to rest more because twins were complicated. After I cleaned up and put on clean clothes, I walked to my children's room. I started with Kiara, who was surprisingly up and writing in her journal. "Well, I guess someone is being a big girl, show me what you're writing,” I said as I sat beside her on her little bed, but she shook her head. "No, mommy, you can't see it until it's published,” she said, hiding the little journal under her pillow. “Published? You're writing a book? Ain't you too small for that?” “I am,
“Sophia?” I looked up, shocked, but she didn't look surprised to see me. I haven't heard from her in three years, she just disappeared in thin air. “Let's go, baby,” she said, turning to the little girl.“I did not yet get my ice cream,” the little girl complained."Well, I said there's no money for ice cream,” she was a bit hush.“Mommy! This beautiful woman offered to pay for it, right, Aunty?” The little girl didn't know what was happening, so I bent, faked a smile, and nodded."Yes, my love.”“And what happened to not taking things from strangers?” “Mommy..”“Enough, now let's go.” She held the little girl's arm and dragged her away. My heart was in pain as I stared in their direction.“Jessie?” Loren shook me and I broke out of my stare.“Did you see that?” I asked, and she looked clueless.“See what?”“Sophia… Um, never mind, I have to go now, I'll see you later,” I said, quickly rushing.“Jess!” she yelled, but I was already back in my car. I started my car and drove straig
I was in a frozen state, unable to think properly. How could Clinton keep this from me? Is he perhaps living a double life like most billionaires do? My mind kept asking questions, and tears rolled down my cheeks freely.“Welcome home, Mr. Clinton.” I heard Matilda greet him. Realizing he was home, I wiped away my tears, folded the paper, and hid it in my dress, as I needed to go confirm it myself. After making sure the paper was well hidden, I walked out of the office straight to the bedroom. I put myself to bed after securely hiding the paper.“My love,” he said as soon as he walked in, but I pretended to be asleep. He walked up to me and kissed my cheeks, and then he removed the blanket and kissed my bump.“How have you been?” He said, and I didn’t respond, not only in character, as I knew he was greeting his babies, “I hope you were good to Mommy, now let me greet my wife,” he said.He then brought his lips to mine, he forced a kiss, and I was tempted to respond as I always get ho
“Wait, where did he get blood?” I asked myself but in a low tone. I prayed he hadn't started doing his mafia games again because he agreed to quit that as well. I put the shirt back on and walked to the sink. I splashed water on my face, and when I was done, I walked back to the bedroom. I glanced at Clinton, who was seated on a chair and working on his computer. He didn’t even bother to spare me a glance, as his eyes were fixed on the computer. I suspiciously scanned him as I wondered what he was hiding before I got in bed and focused on sleeping.I tried hard to fall asleep, but it didn’t happen. I kept turning and turning, my feet were sore. Damn, I wish I didn’t run that fast. I thought, and I abruptly got up.“I can’t sleep, my feet are sore,” I said without expecting his response.“Alright,” he said, his face still serious. He closed the computer, came to the end of the bed, and took my feet. He started giving them a massage, and I couldn’t help but lay my head against the hea
I didn’t expect to see Jade here, we haven’t seen each other in two years. The last time I remember was at Mr. Smith’s birthday party, where he came with a beautiful model.“You know Jade right, he’s your husband’s nephew, I know it’s crazy, first the uncle and now the nephew, I’m...”"No, it’s not, love has no excuse.” I calmed her down as Jade approached us, she was freaking out. It just took me by surprise, as Layla was much older than Jade.
“Mrs. Clinton?” The driver shook me out of my state.“Is everything okay?” He asked, and of course, he couldn’t recognize Clinton because he was dressed in black and covered most of his body.“Yes, please drive, I'll direct you,” I said, wiping away tears. As much as I wanted to cry, I couldn’t do it in front of people. He started the car, and I directed him to my house. When we arrived, I gave him his money and headed inside.“Mrs. Clinton.”“I will send you a text to the location so you can pick up the car,” I said to my driver, giving him the keys as I walked inside.“Mrs. Clinton, welcome home.” Matilda greeted.“Where are the kids?”“They are taking a nap, do you want to see them?”“Don’t you realize it’s almost four and they are still asleep?” I asked angrily.“I’m.. I didn’t.”“You didn’t what? Do you want my kids to get sick?” “I’m sorry, Mrs. Smith, I will quickly go.”“And now you want to wake them up?” I asked when she attempted to run to their bedroom, she looked confuse
“I'm sorry,” I didn’t know what else to say. “Thank you, I just feel so stupid right now.” “Why?” “Because I thought I had a chance with him.” “Of course you do, I do not love him, I’m married, he will understand that and beg for your love,” I convinced her, and it seemed to be working as a little smile appeared on her lips. “I hope you’re right.” “I know I’m right,” I said, and she stood up. “You’re leaving already?” “Yes, I have a meeting,” she said, and I nodded. “Thanks for stopping by.” “Thank you for your kind words,” she said, and we hugged before she walked out. I walked to the kitchen and realized food was still set on the dining table. “Whose food is this?” “It’s for Mr. Clinton, he hasn't had breakfast,” Matilda said. “Okay, please put it away and prepare oats for him,” I said. “Oatmeal?” "Yes, oatmeal,” I confirmed as I sat down and started eating my food. I was hungry, I don’t even remember the last time I ate. “But Mr. Clinton does not like oatmeal.” “I
I gently squeezed her hands and asked, “What did she say?”“Nothing, she only apologized and told me she's going to seek help,” she said. Even though she tried to hide her pain, I could still tell she was hurting for her—Sophia was her mother after all."Okay, that's good. What did you tell her?”“Nothing, I ended the call in her ear.”“Kiki…”"No, Mom, Sophia is an evil person, she doesn't deserve anyone's forgiveness.”“True, what Sophia did was bad.”“Not bad, separating a mother and child is unforgivable, talk of the pain Layla went through, no, I can't forgive her.”“I understand, I'm not saying what she did was right, no, Sophia caused not only Layla but all of us pain. What I'm saying is that everyone deserves a second chance, especially if they are willing to accept and work on their mistake,” I explained, and she nodded. “You might not be ready by now, but I'm sure one day you will.”“But…”“She will always be the woman who gave birth to you, you will forgive her someday,” I
~JESSICA~I looked around and saw that the whole family was there even Jade who was holding his baby.“Jessica, come here,” Mrs. Smith said, taking me in her arms. I was confused. The last time we were together, she was not pleased with me, she blamed me for Clinton’s conditoin—when Accardo shot him, she even threatened to force him to divorce me if it weren't for the kids. “I hope all is well?” she asked as we pulled away. I only nodded, as I was sure my breath was still full of alcohol. I didn't want to give her a reason to judge me.“Clinton, my boy,” Mr. Smith said, taking Clinton in his arms. When I pulled away from Mrs. Smith's arms, I walked to Mr. Smith, who also took me into his arms. I didn't stay for long in Mr. Smith's arms. "Oh, my baby, look at you,” Mrs. Smith said, walking to Jade. The baby was crying, so she took him from his arms.I turned to Grace, who was chatting with Layla, her daughter-in-law. “Good evening, Grace,” I said, and they both stood to their feet, Gr
~JESSICA~He didn't say anything, he instead sped up and I said, “Clinton, I'm just joking.”“No, you're not, now I understand why you acted like you couldn't see me when those girls talked to me,” he said, and I looked out the window.Since Clinton drove at a fast speed, it only took a few minutes to reach the house. I got out first, and Clinton followed behind.“What did I even do that you played such a trick on me?”“Nothing, you didn't do anything
~JESSICA~“Clinton, how are you? H-how is Kiara?“She's fine, why did you call?” Clinton harshly asked.“I'm glad, and Jessica, how is she?”“She's fine too. Do you have anything to actually say because I'm busy?”“Yes, I want to apologize for everything. I know what I did is unforgivable, especially stealing Sophie from Layla and using her against you. I shouldn't have done that.”"Yes, you shouldn't have.”“I caused another woman pain, I didn't want to accept that what we had or what I thought we had was over, and Jessica,” her voice cracked. I grabbed the phone from Clinton.“Hi Sophia, it's okay, we…” I paused and looked at Clinton, who didn't look happy. “We forgive you and Kiara, she might not forgive you now, but she will, she just needs time.”“Thank you, Jessica, you are such a good person.”“You are good too, you saved Clinton,” I told her, and after bidding goodbye, she ended the call, and we walked toward the entrance.“Why are you such a good person after what Sophia did
~JESSICA~~LONDON~~A WEEK LATER~“Come on, Clinton, she told me he is a friend,” I argued and took a sip of my glass of water as I watched my husband chop vegetables.“I don't care, she can't be friends with boys.” “Kiara is smart, I don't think anyone can play her.” I placed the glass on the counter and leaned on the counter.“Play her, okay, that's it, she's coming back, they will be going to school from the house,” he said, sounding serious.“And you think that will stop her? She will still be going to school.”“At least I will monitor her every move.” He was worried about Kiara's new friend, they came over yesterday for dinner, and because he was a boy, he thought it was dangerous, as he didn't want anyone to play her heart. I trusted Kiara, she was smart, and I knew no one could play her.“I won't let you do that.”“Love, you don't understand boys, they like to experiment and do funny things, I don't want that to happen to my daughters.”“Says a man with three sons.” I rolled m
~JESSICA~I struggled to open my eyes because of the little dim light that was foreign to my eyes. My room's curtain was black because I hated sun rays, so this was definitely not my room.“Stand by the window; she hates light!” I heard Clinton's voice, and I shot my eyes open. “Thank God you're awake, I was getting worried.” He ran to my side and took my hands into his. I looked at him, confused, before my eyes roamed to take in my surroundings.It was a small room, everything was white, and by the ceiling, I easily figured we were on a yacht. I sat up and looked at him, confused.
~JESSICA~The priest started the ceremony, and my eyes somehow found their way to the door. I knew no one could save me as I locked up the only person who could, but I still hoped he found a way.I didn't want to marry Accardo, Clinton was my husband, he will always be the man I love, and marrying another man was wrong. I knew this was for the best, so I blinked away the tears and looked back at the priest, who asked us to hold hands.“You are mine, no one will come and save you now, even if they try. My guards surround the church. They won't hesitate to shoot anyone who was not invited.” He grabbe
~JESSICA~“I'm sorry,” I ran my hand through my hair, not knowing how to defend myself."Sorry, cannot fix this, I'm so disappointed in you.” I didn't respond because what was there to say? I betrayed him, but only because I thought he cheated on me. “We have five kids, five kids, and you just went ahead and slept with another man?”“I thought you cheated on me.”“That is not an excuse, I have never cheated on you, and I never slept with anyone since I met you, but you—you keep betraying my love.” He sounded both angry and disappointed. That
“When do you want the delivery, ma’am?”“Now, I want it now, if you please.”“Alright, just say out your address, and it will be delivered to you within a few minutes,” she said, and I gave her the house address before I ended the call, just like magic Clinton appeared.“Who were you talking to?” he suspiciously asked, and I shook my head.“No one, hehe, did you get it?” “Yes, do you need anything else?” He asked, and I looked down. He had, like, ten packets of pads in his hands.“Why did you bring all this?” I laughed.“I didn't know which one you preferred, and you have like ten different brands, I didn't want you to send me away again,” he said, walking toward me."Okay, it's fine, j–just take them to the guest bathroom, I will be there,” I nervously said. I wanted him to be far away so I could go and receive the delivery.“Are you sure?”“Yes, I'm very sure, please.” I made a pitiful look, and he looked at me suspiciously before he spoke.“Can I get a kiss for being such a wonder