“Mommy!” Josett called and turned her head. Madine could sense her surprise state when Josett didn't see her behind her anymore. “Mommy,” Josett called loudly and the next second, she heard Josett's footsteps heading in her direction. Madine couldn't run, if she did it would cause more commotion. Her legs wouldn't even permit her. Josett appeared in front of her and then pointed. “Here... Here is our mommy!” She pointed at Madine. Madine’s eyes went wide. And then the next second, Trenton's big legs began to hit the floor, heading closer to Madine.Madine’s body froze to the core. She glared at Josett as if it were her fault that she wasn't confident enough to face Trenton. Trenton stopped in front of Madine and recognition hit his face. Madine wondered if he knew her personally. She stared into his green eyes. His cute eyes could make any woman squirm. They glowed under the bulb in the room. “Your kids are not in school?” He asked, holding Jackson and Jason. Instantly, Madine lo
Madine was speaking with one of the nurses when some policemen walked in. Madine didn't mind them, she had no business with the police. This was until they headed to her and, “Are you Madine Oreo?” “Yes.” She turned to them, surprised by the question. “We are here to arrest you for stealing.” The young officer brought out a handcuff making Madine's eyes go wide. She had never stolen in her life. “What do you mean, Madine here is very loyal and she has never stolen in her life.” Nurse Nora rushed out from behind the counter. She stood in front of Madine but she was pushed aside and Madine was taken. Madine looked around for her children but she didn't find them. She was grateful for that because she didn't want her kids to watch her being taken away like this. “Must you use the handcuff on her?” Nurse Nora asked. “Yes.” The young officer glared at her and with this, they pushed Madine out of the hospital. Nurse Nora ran after them.“Why can't you be careful with her?!” She shout
Three days went by but Madine was still in the police custody. No one came to see or address her which made it worse. Madine wanted to see Nadine and ask her why she chose to treat her this way. Nadine must know that wasn't her drawing, yet she accused her wrongly. But Madine was more worried about her kids. She had not been able to reach them. Nurse Nora never came to visit her which was weird. She had promised to come later. Why didn't she come? Madine was worried. Just then, a young man walked in and then opened the cell. Madine was surprised. “You are free to go,” he said. “Why?” She asked but he said nothing. Ignoring him as well, Madine took her things from the tray and ran out. She was going to get a cab back to the hospital when a black Jeep stopped in front of her. In it was Tristan Hudson. Her heart thundered in my chest when his face was revealed. She froze on the spot, just staring into his green eyes. However, he had a dark expression, his eyes were cold. The next m
Eight months passed since Madine was admitted into the mental ward. They said she wasn't feeling well and needed to be there. However, that was not the real story. Tristan and Nadine tried to make the children happy, but they kept asking for their mother. Hence, Nadine decided to make Madine look sick to her kids. She showed the three of them a video of their mother scattering every place in the hospital, behaving abnormally. Then she said, “Your mother is mentally ill, and I am her twin sister, I want to take care of you until your mother gets better. Your mommy will only be proud of you when she gets better if you live a good life.” Tristan had thought of bringing Madine back until he saw that they started to yearn to stay. He asked Nadine what she had done but she lied saying they got used to her. Eight months later, Madine's situation got worse. She scribbled the names of her babies on the wall as well as those of Tristan and Nadine. “I am sorry, give me back my kids. I am s
However, at the same time, Liam heard noises going on in the background. He could hear someone crying and muttering names. He placed his palm over the girl moaning in front of him to listen to the sound. “Continue, it's just that bitch.” Alana rolled her eyes, wanting more and more of him. Liam grabbed her neck and pumped into her until her legs were shaking. The next second, he finished in her and she did the same. “What bitch?” He asked, putting up his trousers. The voice was familiar, but he didn't want to think that it was her. “Some woman that was dumped in here, she has no family. No one likes her.” Alana rolled her eyes again. “Get out.” Liam dismissed. “Why? I want more of you.” She made to spread her legs but Liam grabbed her clothes off the bed and threw it between her legs. “Get out,” he said. “Fine.” She rolled her eyes and grabbed her things and with this, she walked out. Liam looked in the direction the noises were coming from. He recognized her voice. Sincerely
Tristan and his lawyer, as well as Madine’s lawyer were present in his office. He had called them for the sake of Madine. He hadn't been feeling well, concerning Madine’s situation hence he discussed it with his lawyer. “Madine would be given five percent of all of Tristan’s wealth, that will make them a millionaire.” Tristan’s lawyer, Edward uttered with a proud expression. However, Maxwell disagreed because Madine mentioned that she didn't want to receive any compensation. She wanted her children, that was all she needed to get better. “No, we would like to transfer the matter to the court,” he said. Edward looked at Maxwell shocked that such an offer would be rejected. Ten percent of Tristan’s wealth was more than enough to make Madine rich. “Are you insane? Who in their right mind would reject such an offer? Your client cannot even take care of those children properly.” Edward whined. “We want to go to the court, she wants her babies back. We believe she would be fine with h
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
“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