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
The news quickly spread to Tristan. Madine's house had caught fire and she burnt to death in her house. He watched the police as they dropped the bad news to Nadine who quickly fell to the floor, clutching her gown. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she stared into nothingness, a scene she had seen an actress do in a movie. She practiced it very well in her room before they came to drop the news. She was going to make Tritan believe it. However, she noticed Tristan didn't hold her. He didn't bend before her and make her feel better. No. He stared at the police man with disbelief and shock. “Where is she?” He asked. “At the mortuary. She is burnt beyond recognition and we had to do a DNA to identify her,” he explained. Tristan said nothing. “Leave,” he said. The policeman dropped the file on the center table and walked out as instructed by Tristan. Nadine shook her head, her body trembling as she stretched her hand and picked up the files. Tristan watched her. Tha
“Mom” Madine called, placing her hand over her mother’s. Her mother’s body was cold as if she was dead. Madine had to put two fingers beneath her nostrils to be sure she was still breathing. She looked around the room for the air conditioner switch, she switched it off before returning to her mom. “Look at your face.” She sniffled while caressing her mom’s face, swiping her thumb over her pale lips. “Nadine really hurt you. What did you ever do to her? Did she have to treat you like this? You are not mad yet she locked you up in here.” Madine cracked, her voice shaking as tears ran down both sides of her cheeks. “Mom, I will be better, I swear to you. I will come back and take you away from here. I will expose Nadine and make sure she pays for all that she did to you.” Madine wiped her eyes, brushing the tears off. She laid her head next to her mom and then placed her hand on herself. “I missed your touch so much, Mom. It has been seven years since you touched me.” Just then, Mad
Madine returned home. Liam and Clara were already distressed at this time. She stepped into the house, limping. Her legs were still aching her. When Liam saw her, he marched to her with worry etched on his face. “Where did you go?” He asked, snaking his hand around her waist and pulling her to the couch. “I saw them.” Madine sobbed. “Who did you see?” Clara sat by her side, caressing her hands. “I saw my children. I saw them with Tristan, he likes them, Clara, he loves them.” She smiled, tears rolling down her cheeks. Clara beamed and caressed her hair. “Nadine didn't see you right?” Liam asked. Madine shook her head. “She didn't.” “Good.” Liam sighed and sat next to Madine. “How do we intend to make Nadine give consent to you using Madine’s face on your sister?” Clara asked, looking at Liam who ran his palm down his face. Madine raised her brows, confused by what she said. “Your sister?” Madine asked. “Liam’s sister is Alana Stitches, the famous fashion designer who won va
Madine gently flung her eyes open, and her orbs scanned around the room until she found Liam on the other side, opening a new syringe. She touched her forehead feeling light-headed. “Liam.” She called, her voice was barely above a whisper. Liam turned in her direction quickly. He walked over to her and sat on the bed, next to her. “How are you feeling.” He placed her head on his lap, running his fingers through her hair. “Where are they?” She looked at him. “The kids?” Liam asked and she nodded gently. “Nadine can't take care of them. I want my kids back, that's all I want.” Liam nodded. “I know but you have to be saved first. Nadine is a bitch, she wants you dead. I can’t have you going back to her like this, you are weak.” Madine gently sat up, Liam holding her up. She rested her back against the headboard before holding his hands. “Liam, help me get my kids back, I beg you. I don't care if I die and I would rather die than watch Nadine take care of my children.” Liam fro
“Why are you hiding it? What are you doing Tristan? I heard all that you said in that room. You said you would have loved Madine if you met her first. How dare you!” She yelled, her body trembling. When Nadine eavesdropped on his words, she got to know that Tristan was secretly getting to know Madine. She was scared he would know everything about her and Madine. “Nadine, are you jealous of the dead now?” Tristan's voice was soft and gentle. He stared at her calmly too. Nadine chuckled. “Is that how you want to defend yourself? By calling me a jealous woman?” “Nadine, I have many questions for you but I ignored them because I didn't want to create problems. Madine wrote about the deal you two made in her diary. You asked Madine to sleep with me, yet you lied that she had pretended to be you and slept with me. This little scene, do you think that I can still believe all the things you said against Madine?” He asked, his voice still calm. One couldn't decipher if he was angry.
“Dad, are you going to get us another drink?” Josette asked, her voice tiny. He swept her hair back while adjusting the duvet on her body. “Yes, I am going to get you another one. Okay?” He kissed her forehead, and she closed her eyes. It was already late and they already had dinner from the mall. Tristan was trying his best for the kids. He didn't want them to feel depressed over the death of their mother. He needed them to be sure that he was going to be there for them, although he could never match up to Madine. She sacrificed a lot for them. Jackson was the only one who didn't like him. Jackson hadn't said a word to him since he got in the house. Even now, he went to his bed, his face to the wall. They all slept in one room until they got used to the house. “Jason, are you good?” Tristan walked over to Jason’s bed - he had three small beds in the room. “Yes, Daddy,” Jason said. Jackson huffed. He did this to whenever they called Tristan ‘dad’. Tristan knew this. He p
Instantly, Nadine's brows raised with anger. Liam was a little shocked to see that she was annoyed. Her fist clenched on the table and she glared at Liam. “Why would you want your sister to take the face of my horrible sister?” Liam was shocked to hear the words that fell off her mouth. He thought that she was annoyed with his request out of respect for Madine. It turned out she was just being manipulative again. “Because she is dead. The dead cannot sue my sister for using her face as an illustration. You are the only family she has left hence we can only ask you. We found out your father had traveled to Mexico with a new woman.” Liam added and Nadine nodded. “Dad was tired of being around Madine and Mom. My mom had a terrible accident which put her in a coma, he couldn't stay with her anymore.” Liam nodded. He didn't care about Nadine’s dad. Madine had never mentioned him probably because he didn't care about her as well. Nadine gave him a huge amount and he fled af
“She is going to kill my babies!” Madine shouted before suddenly opening her eyes with her chest rising and falling rapidly. Liam and Clara went to her side very quickly. The duo were scared when they heard her voice. It sounded like she was scared and alone. “Madine, are you okay?” Clara asked, taking her hands. “No, she is going to kill my babies. Please stop her. She is going to kill my children. I saw her. I saw her injecting their favorite drinks. Stop her. You have to stop her.” Madine cried, tears streaming down both sides of her drinks. Liam looked at Clara who said nothing but looked back at Madine. “Who did you see?” Clara asked. “I saw Nadine. She was injecting their little boxes of juice. It is their favorite one. She wants to kill them. That witch wants to kill my babies.” Her hands trembled and she took them to her hair. Madine started to use her fingers to twist her hair.“Is it a reaction?” Clara whispered to Liam who shook his head dismissing her. He noticed that
Tristan held the children's arms as they walked to the grave of their mother. He had to tell them since they wouldn't stop asking about her. Tristan was mostly scared of Jackson and how he was going to react, ironically, he didn't. Josette was the one who cried badly. “Your mommy is gone, you won't be seeing her again,” Nadine had said to them when they did not react at first. Tristan glared at her but he was forced to break out of that when Josette fell to the floor and cried hysterically. She screamed and thrashed on the floor. Her voice was so loud. “Bring mommy back. Bring mommy back!” She shouted. Tristan tried to hold her. He tried hugging her but she wouldn't let him. “Bring my mommy back to me!” She cried out. Josett cried all through the afternoon and only kept quiet when she slept off. Jason cried softly. He wasn't loud but he grieved and trembled. Jackson was the strange son who had no reaction. Even now as they headed to he grave, Jackson said nothing. He didn't cry
Suddenly, Madine grew consciousness. She took her surroundings in while trying to sit up but it was hard for her to even move her body. Liam who was wiping her burns quickly came to her aid and helped her to sit up. “Don’t move too fast,” he said. Madine held her head, the memories returning to her head. She had an altercation with her twin sister, and she remembered. It stung her heart like scorpions venom. She remembered every word that Nadine had said to her. How she had suffered in her hand for years. Tears grew in her eyes as she looked at Liam who nodded his head because he understood her without her having to say anything. “I know, you don't have to speak. I know all that she did to you,” he said. “How… how am I here?” She asked, looking around. She noticed that she was in a bedroom but it had the setting of a hospital. The smell was what made it different from the hospital and there was not as much noise. “The nurse I hired you isn't just there to take care of you and yo