It had been two weeks since Madine rejected the offer from Tristan. All she wanted was her kids, not the money that he was going to give her or the ten percent of his wealth. Liam got an apartment for Madine where she could stay while he was away. A maid was also assigned to her who would take care of every one of her needs. Two days before the case was taken to court, Nadine went to visit Madine on pretense. She had told Tristan, “I am going to tell my sister that her kids would be returned to her.” She slid her hand across his chest and he smiled, nodding his head. “You are a good sister, Nadine.” He smiled, moving her hair behind her shoulders. Nadine smiled sheepishly, blushing at his words. After this, she took the car and went to Madine’s home. The moment Madine saw her, anger laced her face. Of course, she would be angry - Nadine had taken her children. Nadine knew that Madine was an anger basin, she stored it in there until one day, she exploded. And that was Nadine’s pla
Nadine threw the phone to the side, anger in her eyes. She was so angry, her blood was boiling. Grey had brought her a video of Tristan hugging Alana. While she fell and was taken to the hospital, Tristan went back and wrapped his hands around her. “Why didn't he come with me?” She growled. “Probably sensing you are fake.” Grey teased and she glared at him. “He will regret this, leaving me and staying with that bitch.” She hissed bracing herself. Grey took his cigarette out and then a lighter which made Nadine’s eyes pop. “You are not about to smoke, are you?” She raised her brows with an irritated smirk. “Yes.” He gave her a look confirming his intention. “You can't smoke in a hospital room, dude!” She squeaked. “I have to feel something, are you down for sex cause that's the only thing that would stop me from smoking right now.” He looked at her seriously, and she chuckled. “Really?” She raised her eyes, before shaking her head incredulously. Grey nodded. “Go out and smok
Madine ran into her mother’s ward excitedly. Every worry that she felt earlier was gone. When she stepped into the room, she saw her mom trying to remove the drip connected to her body.“Mommy?” Madine called. “Don’t remove it!” She frowned while walking closer to her. Hannah’s eyes glinted when she saw Madine strut in. The anxiety she felt completely disappeared from her body. Instantly, she held Madine’s hand who was trying to put the drip back in place. “Nadine is taking your place. Nadine is not Tristan’s childhood lover but you. The accident caused you to lose your memories and it so happened that Tristan came to claim you at the same time.” She blurted the words, giving herself no breathing space. Madine thought about it over and over again, but none of it clicked. “What do you mean?” She asked. “Nadine is my daughter but I will not sit still and watch her become an antagonist. You are Tristan’s lover, she is manipulating everything and taking your place.” Hannah repeated.
“You should leave, Nadine will be back soon. I don't want her to find you here.” Tristan uttered softly. Although his mind was in turmoil. “I can't leave.” She sobbed gently. “I want my children back.” She begged, trying to grab his shirt. “I said... Leave!” Tristan bellowed, pointing at the door, his hands shaking from the sudden shift in emotion. And this made Madine tremble, his voice penetrated her ears intrusively. His eyes were red with anger and his veins popped on his huge biceps. He was wearing an armless shirt, it made it obvious. He was angry. She saw that he was angry and it scared her. She fell to the floor, sitting tired. She ran her hand in the air, looking into space while tears clouded her eyes. “All I want are my kids.” She whispered tears rolling down both sides of her cheeks. Tristan was conflicted inwardly. He wanted to help, badly. He wanted to do something to help her. Her tears, doom and gloom, expression were killing him. He turned around, trying hard
Nadine’s heels hit the floor dramatically in the hallway as she headed to the hospital ward. Her mother lay on the bed with a drip connected to her wrist. Nadine stared at her taking her appearance in. At that moment, she noticed the wrinkles on her face and her pale lips. She looked sick. “You are old, Mom, don't bother me. I don't like to be bothered. I don't want to share what's mine. I had to share your love with Madine, now you want me to share Tristan with her? No, it won't happen.” She smiled gently and ran her red nails into her mom’s hair. Just then, the doctor walked in. “Ma’am the transfer document is ready,” he said. Nadine paused and turned to him. “Good. Did you include all that I said?” “Yes ma’am. You said she must never see the light of day. She should be injected with amnesia-inducing drugs and nobody must know about this.” He explained and she nodded each time he made a point. “Lastly, she must be treated nicely. I am making my husband invest in the mental ho
When Madine saw Tristan, she ran to the gate and begged for help. She wanted to be free. Her cellmate was making life difficult for her. She had lost a lot of blood because of them. Madine thought that she might die if she lasted any more days with them. “I am here to set you free,” he said. Suddenly, he became her hero in shining armor.Madine smiled. He had come to save her from the hands of the thugs in the cell. “We too, boss!” The women shouted, and Moab and her other friends walked closer. Alana held her breath, fear running up her spine. Tristan got closer and noticed the dried blood on Alana’s face. “What happened to her?” He looked at Moab and her gang. They looked like thugs and terrorists. “Did you do this to her?” Tristan took a step forward, and a harsh breath came out of him. Even the policemen wondered if Madine was his wife but they knew his wife. “No…” They denied. “She is the one that's crazy, she keeps hitting her head against the wall.” They lied. “Right?”
The doctor walked into Madine’s ward, he admired her from the moment she stepped into the hospital. Nadine had paid him a huge amount to drain her blood and this would kill her. Nadine wanted to get rid of Madine without being blamed for it. Doctor Gerald liked her and thought that he’d set her free since Nadine didn't need her blood anyway. Also, he wondered how anyone would be so wicked to their twin sister. When Madine saw him, she smiled and he thought in his heart how she could smile despite all that was happening to her. “Miss Madine, do you have anywhere you could run to?” He asked. Madine was puzzled, wondering what he was talking about. “We don't need your blood, your sister is fine but she wants you dead and this is why she asked us to lie.” Madine body trembled, she wasn't able to form any words so she just stared at him. She sighed and sat back while tears grew in her eyes. She wondered why her sister hated her so much. Then she looked at the doctor. “Why? Why does s
“Daddy!” Josett shouted, running toward Tristan who leaned at the door frame watching his kids read from the board. He waited there, watching them proudly. When Josett turned around, she saw her father behind them and a smile crossed her cute and small face before she ran to him. Tristan squatted to her level as she ran across the room to him. Jason and Jackson turned their heads at the same time. They smiled and walked to Tristan who chuckled at the pride that seeped out of them. They were more composed compared to their sister, walking over gently to their father. “How’s today, cupcake?” Tristan asked, cupping Josett's cheeks. She looked very much like Madine. She only had Tristan’s green eyes, the rest of her body features, she got it from her mother. Every time Tristan looked at Josett, she reminded him of Madine and this made him feel bad. Maybe he should not have allowed her to donate blood to Nadine. The doctor told him it was successful and Madine had been discharged. “Whe