The party was still buzzing as always and the twins kept playing. They'd left their grandfather only hoping to find their mother soon as she's been away for a while now, and none of them knew where she'd gone.
Joanna was the first to notice so she informed Jeremy so they could go search for her. As the both of them held their hands running through the crowd of people, Jeremy mistakenly stumbled upon a tall man. He'd hit his face on the man's knees, the little boy was confused on what to do, he and his sister exchanged glances, knowing that they'd done something wrong, Jeremy started to cry. Dylan, who didn't expect the kids to run into him heard them cry so he quickly leaned down to their level. Although he wasn't good with kids, he picked them up in his arms and tried to make them stop crying. The music was a bit loud so the guests could barely hear them cry. Dylan took them out to a more quickly place in order to calm them down. “Shhh…. Calm down kids, tell me, what's wrong?” He said, Dylan hoped that they would keep shut after what he'd just said. Joanna finally opened her eyes to stare at him, from his actions, she could tell that he wouldn't hurt them, besides, there was a sudden feeling of warmth and comfort she got from him. Her brother as well did. The both kids stare at the man who held them carefully in his arms. “Daddy!” They both chorused. Dylan blinked his eyes confusedly, as he was just about to utter a word, his assistant appeared behind him. “Boss, we have to go back to the party now” he informed him, setting his eyes on the kids, he couldn't take his eyes off Jeremy who was a complete replica of his boss. “Mr Michaelson, are they?” He asked halfway and he paused. “I do not know them!” Dylan claimed coldly, thinking that he'd seem too simple to them, that was why they assumed that he was their father. He carefully put the kids down, and as he turned to leave, they started to cry out loudly again. Dylan knew that he couldn't leave them there. “What do you kids what?” He asked, starting to feel agitated by them. “Help us find our mummy!” They both said. Dylan glared at Bryan, and immediately, his assistant knew exactly what to do. He stayed there with the kids, trying to get them safe until their irresponsible mother returns. Who on earth leaves her children running around at a party? He asked himself rhetorically. Meanwhile at the bathroom, Frank tried to kiss Katrina, she immediately kicked his groin, sending him to the ground in pain. He held abdomen, yelling out loudly, the noise almost attacked people outside. “Next time, do not ever come near me!” Katrina declared as she left him there stranded. During the time she'd birthed the twins, Katrina learned how to fight in a Chinese martial arts school. She knew exactly how to protect herself from perverts like him. As she heads outside the bathroom, she came across Lucy and a group of women coming towards that direction. As if she knew that it was all a set up, Lucy raised her hands to slap her. “Katrina, do you have no shame? How dare you seduce my husband?” She questioned her, trying to fight but Katrina didn't want any trouble. At this point, the only thing that she could think of was finding her children and leaving this place. She was so uncomfortable. “Lucy, isn't it a stunner that you already know that I was inside the bathroom with Frank?” She asked her. “Or, did you both plan it all to seem like I tried to seduce him? Remember, he was the one who came unto me in the female bathroom” She said. “Katrina, you're so full of yourself!” She tried to hit her, but Katrina defended herself. Lucy was stunned when she saw Frank coming out of the direction Katrina had left, most especially because he looked so bothered and sick. Like Katrina had done something to him. Lucy rushed to meet him, she grabbed his arms to support him. “Are you alright, hunny?’’ she asked him. “Yes, I'm fine. If it isn't for your whore of a sister who tried to force me into sleeping with her and I refused.” He explained quickly. Soon, the people in the area increased as they all noticed the noises around. “Katrina, you're such a slut. When will you stop sleeping with men? Even after two kids, you're still so shameless!” Lucy insulted her. Katrina didn't even flinch, she pushed her fingers into her pockets, bringing out the mobile phone she'd used to record her conversation with Frank inside the bathroom. She played it for them to listen. “Here. Now we'll all know the truth. If I'd seduced your husband or not!” She stated. Frank's voice was the first to be heard in the audio recording, he continued to profess his undying love for Katrina and how ending up with her sister was a mistake. The moment Lucy heard that statement, she turned and slapped him hard on his face. She kicked him as well and he'd fallen to the ground immediately. “How could you, Frank?” She asked him. The man looked embarrassed after what Katrina had just revealed to everyone. Katrina left the scene immediately, letting the both of them deal with their selves which she hurriedly looked for her kids. After a few minutes of search, Joanna and Jeremy were nowhere to be found, spiking Katrina's fear. She thought of where else she hadn't looked, and the garden was the perfect place. She went outside quickly, and just by the entrance, she heard Joanna call out to her. “Mummy!” She yelled out, and the man who'd held them in his arms let's them off to run to her. She leaned down and hugged them tightly, tears almost escaped her eyes, she'd been so frightened about losing them both. Without looking back to thank Dylan, she carried her kids straight inside the hall to announce her leave to her grandfather.Dylan watched the scene right in front of him and he wiped his eyes carefully. If he wasn't mistaken, Katrina was the woman from that night at the hotel. He couldn't be wrong about it! Her fair skin, oval face and brown hair all rang a bell in his thoughts.Most importantly, her looks. Although they'd changed, his memory was retentive enough to recall her. He quickly followed her inside to confront her. Katrina, who wasn't expecting anything, was stunned when someone grabbed her arms tightly, almost making her drop Joanna. “You!” Dylan growled angrily.She stared at his utterly familiar face, bit was filled with rage after what he'd just done. “Let go of me, sir!” She yelled out.Joanna tried her best to remain stable in the arms of her mother. “Daddy, let go of my mummy!” She cried out.Katrina didn't hear wrong, her daughter just referred to this strange man as her daddy. She couldn't understand what was going on. Who Dylan was and why did Joanna call him daddy?The scene was soon
It was a few days to Christmas, Katrina would've loved it if the kids spent it with their grandpa, she'd imagined them spending a lot of time together and she planned on dressing up in Santa's costume to present the with their favorite video games and toys She already made so much plans for them to enjoy the holidays, she didn't expect for everything to change in a blink of an eye, just because they met their Father.“Joanna, come here right now!” Katrina yelled out loudly, summoning the little kid who was focused to the cartoon videos she was watching. While her brother was at the corner playing with his toys, Katrina was never bothered about the little boy because, according to her, he was younger, and Joanna had to act like the older sister at all times..She frowned as Joanna ignored her, knowing fully well that they didn't have much time left, their flight would soon be ready and they'd have to leave the city soon.It hurts Katrina to make this decision, but it was for the best.
The ride back to the mansion was swift, however, the twins had the better of it as they kept on drooling over their father. Katrina didn't realize how much these children needed their father in their lives. She'd always thought that she alone was enough for them. For the past four years since she'd given birth to them, none of the twins ever complained about not having a father, rather, they'd only requested for more toys, video games and outings with their motherKatrina was however stunned to find them all over Dylan Michelson. She watched them from the middle seat where she was in the limousine, using the rearview mirror at the front, she couldn't stop feeling stunned and apologetic towards them.This made her finally decide to work with Dylan in order to fill in the space the twins had missed in these past years. Soon, they arrived at the Mickelson villa and they were all out of the limousine heading towards the mansion.Katrina's heart beat fastly as she couldn't stop thinking a
Dylan sighed as he stepped aside motioning for Katrina to get in which she did. She fiddled nervously with her fingers as she walked into his room, her eyes sweeping every single decor in the room, trying her best to avoid the shirtless man in front of her. It wasn’t just a room, it was a mini palace, designed with gold. He even had a golden tree artifact which she was sure must’ve cost millions. Katrina could not lie, his room looked beautiful as the finely done dull painting on the wall accommodated the beautiful decor in the room. Her eyes stayed longe than usual on an art painting of Dylan. He looked younger in the portrait as his eyes bore into hers. She let herself imagine how beautiful of a man he would’ve been younger and when she turned to look at Dylan, she could see him. He was still the same, only the young boy in the portrait had a more welcoming eyes than the ones which stared back at her.“What about the kids?.” Dylan asked folding his hands. Katrina flinched a litt
“Are we having a wedding celebration or not?.” Dylan asked.Katrina halted in her tracks when Dylan spoke up. She had not noticed but he had moved to the little library stand in his room to pick a book.She turned to look at him confused. She didn’t know how she felt about having a public wedding or if she wanted to bother with the fuss of it all.“No. A court wedding is fine. Something simple and quick. It’s not like it’s a love match where we need to exchange vows. We both sign contacts so when one doesn’t fulfill their end of the bargain, there’s consequences.” Katrina replied in a diplomatic way.Dylan scoffed shutting the book he was holding with a thud. It was the 50 laws of power. He turned to look Katrina over nodding his head.He agreed with her point. There wasn’t any need for a celebration. The only reason they were getting married was to give the kids a home. He didn’t fancy the idea of his kids growing apart from him. At least his parents had trained him together no matte
Katrina woke up the next morning to soft knocks on her door. She whispered a sleeping come in and soon maids entered her room holding the most beautiful wedding dress she had ever seen.“Good morning Miss Katrina.” They all Chorused.Still on her bed, one of the maids went up to her handing her a card in a small silver tray.Katrina picked the card with interest as she opened it revealing a handwritten note. Her eyes immediately went to the end of the note to see who had sent it and just as she had suspected, it was from Dylan.“Now you don’t have to think of something to wear. Our lawyers will be present at 10. Don’t be late.” Katrina read aloud.She was stunned by this new development especially since she had discussed with Dylan that she had wanted a day off to sort herself out. She eyed the white gown scoffing as she threw the card shabbily on her bed.“Okay? Is there a problem?.” Katrina asked the maids when she finally realized they were still in her room.“We’re here to get you
Dylan was agitated and angry. In fact, he didn’t know which was actually his problem at the moment. Was it Katrina’s cold shoulder towards him or was it the way she signed the documents in a hurry as if she could not wait to be done with the legal process. Hell, he didn’t even know why he was upset. After all she was making this quite easy by not making a big deal out of it. Still, he wished she had worn the dress as he looked at her knee length red dress. Dylan had to admit, the piece she had on suited her well but it wasn’t the dress itself that was the problem. It was the damn color. ‘At least it’s not black.’ His subconscious told him and he couldn’t agree more. The worst thing Katrina could’ve done was show up in black at their marriage signing. At least red represented a lot of things, blood included. He gave her a side glance as he finished signing the last of the legal documents which made them husband and wife. Dylan hoped Katrina would never think of divorcing him becau
The atmosphere between the both of them tensed up as Dylan didn't utter any words, making Katrina frightened. She should've believed him. He was her husband and shouldn't have any aims in hirting her. She debated in her thoughts on what to do to make him forgive her, although see couldn't forgive herself for how she treated him.“I..” she was just about to say something when Dylan's voice interrupted her.“Katrina, you do not have to apologize to me. What I did was to stop a fraudster from stealing my wife's money. I really do not care about how you feel about my actions. You're my wife now, you should get used to things like this from me” Dylan declared, and then he turned away to leave. She watched his figure fade slowly in the hallway and soon, he cornered towards his bedroom. She was a bit confused, first, he acted like she offended him and now he was bossy toward her. She could be everything, but not naive and would never allow a man to trample over her, even though he was her
When they got back to the mansion, Dylan helped Katrina relieve the pain on her face using a cold water compress and a salve. She was grateful for his help but still tried to talk him out of his decision to cut off those men's limbs The thoughts of it scares her to the core and made her so uncomfortable. Katrina stared into Dylan's eyes, they were cold, more than they used to be.Clearly, he was so enraged, thinking of what she'd gone through in the hands of those perverts. Katrina also found out that Dylan had the houses in that areas burned down Incase they'd already taken her naked pictures and hid it somewhere so they'll all get destroyed.Dylan got up from the bed after he was done with giving Katrina her treatments. She tried to say something to him but he already left the bedroom heading outside without looking back or making a stop.Katrina was worried about Dylan, he was someone who didn't know how to manage his emotions except using violence. Katrina felt lost at the moment
Katrina arrived at the cafe about ten minutes later, she looked around going to recognize her potential client. The man sent his picture for her easy recognition but then she realized that none of the people there looked like him.Katrina wasn't in the mood to play games, although his offer seemed to good to be truth, she believed in it and accepted. But right now it was all looking like a scam.She turned back trying to leave , since she had a lot to do at the office, she didn't want to waste her time right there.Upon reaching the exit of the cafe, she saw a man approaching where she stood, near her car. She was silently staring at him, scanning him properly to ensure that she wasn't mistaking the identity “Miss Katrina?” He called out to her.“It's Mrs Mickelson to you, sir” she responded rudely, seeing him as one of the people in the society who never saw her as the wife of Dylan. Katrina frowned even after he apologized to her.“Can we please go inside and discuss now?” He sai
During the night after Katrina had completely settled down, she wore a flimsy nightwear and took a stroll outside the mansion.The evening breeze was cold and it brushed her hair backwards, she rubbed her shoulders gently, trying to calm the chills passing through her body.As soon as she reached outside, she stood near the veranda, staring up at the moon, leaning her left shoulder against the walls. Katrina couldn't stop thinking about what Dylan had narrated to her at the office concerning visiting his family soonEven though she had expected this moment to come earlier, she didn't think that it would be such a big deal until now when Dylan explained to her how bad his relationship with the family was.It all falls into how she was going to manage her relationship with them. According to Dylan, his grandfather was the main character and a hard nut to crack. She would somehow have to find out how to loosen his nut so it could favor her and the children. As it is, she was already fac
Dylan puts down the chop board and he proceeded to take an apron from he stand. Meanwhile Jeremy was at the living room sorting out his assignments, Joanna joined him in the kitchen.Although she barely knew how to cook, she could recall some of the foods her mother cooked for them back at Germany. Joanna narrated everything that she'd witnessed in Germany, how her mother struggled to get a job before registering for fashion school..The little girl seemed so proud of her mother, she had a lot of things to tell Dylan. Her stories made the cooking super slow but Dylan didn't mind, he loved keeping companies with her, she was a very genius kid and very talkative.Dylan tried to think and compare whom she took after. He knew that it was definitely not him, he was never a talkative in any period of his life. Not as a kid or growing up. Definitely it was Katrina, she would be the talkative one. Thinking about it, he smiled.Soon, dinner was done and served at the dining room. Dylan was a
While speeding down the highway in his car, Dylan got a text message from Katrina regarding the interior designers he employed to get a job done in her office. He suddenly diverted his drive to face the road leading to Katrina's company Dylan went in a full speed and in no time, he arrived there. As soon as he walked into the place, he witnessed the designers carrying out their jobs. The new furnitures he paid for were also set to be delivered into the offices and design room Dylan carefully observed in order to know what exactly he needed to buy to make the place completely for Katrina's use. He had it in mind to buy her some industrial seeming machine and others that were used for designs. Golden mannequins and also cloth racks.He quickly logged into his schedule app and set a reminder so he'd go there tomorrow with his assistant to get them. As he .ase his way towards her office, one of the interior designers noticed his presence and he quickly greeted, catching the attention i
The moment Dylan stepped outside the office, he heaved a heavy breath of relief, finding his way down the empty dimly lit hallway. He continued to think about the offer his grandfather had given to him, tightening his fists in rage, if only he could show that man a piece of him mind.Dylan was so infuriated, he couldn't wait to get back to the mansion to see Katrina send the kids. Whenever he was this angry and frustrated, seeing them cool him down.Dylan took a few more steps before he noticed that he was being followed. He continued, ignoring whoever it was since the person was unable to face him, he assumed that the man was an abject coward.Dylan continued until he felt someone place his hands on his shoulder,pressing it deeply. He quickly turned, grabbed the man's arms and twisted it.“Let go of me, Dylan!” He grunted angrily, pushing Dylan off him. Elias saw the angry face of his cousin who wished that he could give him a hard punch on the face. They hated each other, so he wasn
Katrina was too deep in sleep to register Dylan's voice. Without a second thought Dylan lifted her up in his hands, took her inside the bedroom and laid her down. “Good night, Katrina.” He whispered softly and turned away. He went to the balcony and grabbed a seat. With his eyes slightly tilted, he stared blankly into openness as he thought about his life lately. Katrina. The kids. His boring life had changed into a more meaningful one since he found Katrina and the kids. He smiled thinly as he felt grateful for it. A beep from his phone broke into his thoughts and he didn't hesitate to grab it from the table. Who could have been messaging at this time? His mouth fell into a big O as he saw the name of the person who had texted him. It was Simon Mickelson; his grandfather who raised him, the man he feared most in the entire universe.Even though what he was requesting Dylan to do from the text message seemed hard, Dylan didn't dare think otherwise. Simon Mickelson was requesting Dyla
“K.. Katrina " Dylan's voice was a whisper.as he spoke. “How do you feel now?” She was touching the zigzag scar on his face, feeling worried and sorry for him at the same time.Dylan stared blankly into her eyes and softly whispered, “What happened to me?” Katrina clasped a hand over her mouth, feeling a wave of shock rumbling h. “Remember that night…you came to save—” “What night? What are you talking about?”For a few seconds, all Katrina could do was say a mental prayer over her husband. God, don't let him lose his memory. She thought, feeling her cheeks get wet.“You are crying, Katrina.” Dylan took her hand into his. “What are you not telling me?”“No, I am not crying.” She wiped away the tears. “I am fine. Absolutely.” It was obvious that Dylan only lost the memory of the sad event of that night, but he could recall who Katrina was and who the kids were. And for that she was grateful.Katrina inched closer to him, cupping his face in her palms. “I am happy that you are here f
The gurney rattled against the floor as Dylan was being wheeled toward the private emergency unit by the nurses. Speckles of dry blooded crusted his nostrils and the corners of his mouth. With his eyes tightly shut, Dylan appeared nearly dead. About some minutes later, he was rushed from the emergency unit into the surgical room, where a group of surgeons were waiting on him.Katrina was pacing about the hospital waiting area restlessly, looking like a hot mess. Her eyes were bloodshot from incessant crying. The thought of Dylan dying was severely traumatizing and she couldn't imagine it. “Please, let him survive for me and the kids.” She muttered under breath as she pushed tears away from her eyes. With her eyes glued to the route that led to the surgical room, she could count how many times the doctors and nurses were trooping in and out of the surgical room where her beloved Dylan was lying unconscious, and being attended to.About two hours later Katrina felt achy in her leg for p