FREMAIt was now a week since I got Arsen and dad back. Arsen hadn't also known about the baby and was blown when he heard. But the house still seemed empty, mom was not here. And also, we had to sell some stuff to pay some bills. Believe it or not, Eron had rendered the entire Michealson empire penniless. That was almost impossible, considering my both parents' influence in the country but somehow he just managed to do it. Arsen asked me to resign from my job because I was being used like a messenger and not a Michealson, and the company was poor compared to where I was supposed to work. Well, I was rejected there because dad's money supply ended, everyone in the country now seemed against us. It was going to be okay, though. I had a plan in progress, which was going to knock big boy off his royal balance. "Frema! Your dad has a lead on your mother's whereabouts!" Riley screamed excitedly and I scrambled off my bed, rushing to the family lounge. "Dad, Riley said.." My remaining wor
FREMA"You're not going anywhere with J-boy." Arsen told me, anger evident in his eyes. "Well, a little behind time to tell me that. I packed for Paris already." I said as I forced more stuff into my already filled up luggage. "Urgh. I can't do this, mom always packs up for me." I whined quietly, lying back on the bed, my face in the air. "Frema, it's dangerous. He's a thief and a.. a traitor. You shouldn't have anything to do with him.""I shouldn't. But I'm doing this for mom. I thought he said he told you though?" I asked, sitting up. "He did, but he didn't exactly state your part. Heck, he made me believe that you and Riley would be safe here, eating chocolate or having girls' night or something. I'm so stupid, I shouldn't have even listened to him. We can do this by ourselves, without J-boy.""I wish we could, Arsen. But he's got all the cards and no matter how we look at it, he's more like our golden key to getting mom back." I reasoned and he sighed, leaning against the door
FREMAYou know that feeling? The one you get when a part of you is slowly dying? It was supposed to happen, always. Villains were meant to be defeated, it was the end deal. But why did I feel like every bit of life in me was being sucked away as he lay there, hardly breathing, eyes closed and lips slightly parted. Sirens blared distantly but my senses were clouded, memories flooding back. From the start, he'd never intentionally hurt me. He'd try to protect me every time, he'd make me feel.. wanted. He had done many bad things but he didn't deserve to die. Well, maybe he did but I wasn't ready to lose him. As stupid as I sounded, I didn't want the victory. Mom was saved, he didn't have to be carried away by the cops and most of all, he didn't have to lose his life. I should save him. "Arsen, he's losing blood.. We have to get him to the hospital," I voiced out, trying to get him on his ass at least. "Are you out of your mind, Frema? He's even better off dead! Mom is at the hospital
FREMA"We should've gone somewhere else, I feel so unsafe in a motel," I told Eron, but he didn't respond to my whining as he opened a door and led me in. The next few minutes, he spent opening his drawers and searching for something. "So what? You bring me here and now you don't wanna talk to me?" I snapped. "I believe you've been on the pills." He said suddenly, turning to me, his green eyes steely and filled with lust. I swallowed. "I.. Yes, I have." I responded, my voice barely audible."I can't find a condom, yet again, and it so happens that I want to make love to you, right now." He said, stalking to where I sat by the edge of the bed. "Make love to me?" I asked, my toes curling in anticipation. He bent to my height as I sat and looked me square in the eyes. "If it'll make you feel better, this is my first time too," He said, "Of making love, that's what I mean." I blushed, "I shouldn't be here, my brother and my best friend are probably after you right now, and.. and..
FREMAI woke up to the door being kicked open with a loud bang. I jerked up to a sitting position as the intruder came forward. --Arsen. And he looked mad. I gulped. "I'm really sorry, I know I should've.. I.." I stopped talking, knowing there was no reasonable excuse for sleeping with Arsen's.. No, The Michealson's arch enemy. Arsen swallowed, his eyes set on anywhere but me as I clutched the sheets to my chest, more embarrassed than I had ever been in my life. "Where's that bastard?" He asked calmly. "He's.. I don't know. I don't where he is, Arsen. I just.. Could you leave, please?" I begged, my vision clouding with unshed tears. He looked me over for a while before turning and banging the door shut behind him. Then the tears fell. He had left again, no note, no goodbye conversation, nothing. I was so stupid to think he cared that much about me just because he did what? Spread my legs apart and fucked me gently? Such a fool. You're such a fool, Fremantle Michealson. A fool f
ERON:Countless missed calls from my girl made me want to punch something. Kill someone. Slit a throat or blow a brain up, I was restless. I wanted to answer the calls, ask her what went wrong, if she was doing okay, if she still wanted to join me. If she still wanted to be with me --I highly doubted that. All for protecting her. Damn, I had thought I was selfish enough. I would've taken her with me and damned the consequences as long as she was by my side. "Eron." A familiar voice called and I looked up, startled. It couldn't be.. Bloody hell, it wasn't yet time. "'The fuck are you doing here, Liam?" I asked and he grinned, out stretching his arms. "That's not a way to welcome your long gone brother, dude." He said and I threw a pamphlet at him, impatient. "Ow!" He exclaimed. "Ready to speak, dude?" I asked, my eyebrows creased as I sat up properly on my chair. He laughed and took his seat opposite me, swiftly lowering his tie. "Okay.. So, I got the job done sooner than expecte
NOT SO SLIGHT CHANGE: THIRD PERSON POV, going forward.FIVE YEARS LATER:She hurriedly packed bags and lunch, her phone wedged between her ear and shoulder. "Yes, Mrs Brown. I'm so sorry for the delay, we'll handle it and I promise you it's going to be ready as soon as possible.. Thank you ma'am.. Yeah, see you soon." She hung up, tossing the cellphone into her purse. They were going to be so late. Her boss was a kind man but she didn't want to test his limits. "Get down now! Keep that, please.. You're gonna hurt yourself. No! Don't play with that either. Just sit, please. Sit." She was always issuing instructions. She zipped the last bag finally and bent to strap her heels to her feet. Little hands dragged her, telling her tiny nippets about the previous day which she randomly responded to, smiling and nodding as often as she could. The doorbell rang and she mentally cursed hell as she hurried towards it. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" She yelled after the third ring. She reached the d
~~He stood, waiting for her. He was probably a creep for stalking her this way but he couldn't help it. He had told Liam to keep every news about her away from him because he didn't want to get fascinated and come back for her, he didn't want his lifestyle to destroy hers. But here he was now, in her living room.. Eyes on her goldfish across the table, fascinated by everything. He half-expected her to be married but when he searched for her, he found out she was still single. Still his. He failed to look further telling himself he'd hear it all from her, so when the door opened and she walked in with two identical boys in hand, he found himself reconsidering his conclusion on her relationship status. She was hardly his girl now, she was a woman. "Mommy! A man's in our house!" Drake yelled, grabbing her hand. She swirled around, her mouth falling slightly open as she recognized who it was. "Um.. He.." She stuttered, then turned to both boys. "Go in now, I'll be upstairs soon, okay?
EPILOGUETHREE YEARS LATER"She was such a beautiful young woman, she did not deserve to die." Someone murmured behind Frema, but she couldn't bring herself to turn and feed her curiosity by seeing who it was. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying and at this point, she truly had no tears left to cry. All she could think of them, was the fact that Riley had promised. How could she not keep her promise afterward? She'd obviously not been there for her friend enough, she hadn't even guessed that Riley would lose her life so soon. She died in the most painful way to her—chatted with her all night and then slept, never waking up after. How could she not notice the emptiness in her friend's eyes? How could she have missed the pain?"I'm sorry, Riles. I'm so sorry." She muttered weakly, staring at Riley's immobile figure. Her beautiful face and body stayed stiff now, . She could not count the amount of times she'd looked around, hoping for a miracle—just like what had happened with Eron, b
"I'm pregnant, you assholes! Could you let me out of here first, so I can get this baby out of me?" Kayla yelled, clutching the protectors tightly, even trying to climb it. Titi was in juvenile prison and the truth was, she was almost going crazy without her daughter by her side. No one paid her attention, though and she kept screaming until a figure walked up in front of the cell. The other inmates in the cell, glanced up at the visitor and on seeing who it was, the women sprang up and watched him intently, like he was a favorite snack. Only Kayla shook in fear."We meet again, Kayla." Eron spoke and she shook her head."I'm pregnant, you can't hurt me." She responded. He chuckled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes."You think I'm here to hurt you? What are the guards for, then?" He queried and she didn't reply, just stared at him. He continued, "Wow. Never thought I'd see the day where you'd finally shut up." She scoffed now, replying nonchalantly,"Well, surprise surprise." She b
Blood spluttered inside the sink, creating a gruesome sight. Riley was hunched over said sink, trying to catch her breath. "No, no, no, please. This can't fucking happen, not now, please." She complained, but her voice was filled with genuine anger instead of pity for herself. She was more concerned about staining her dress, in fact, than the actual ailment that had caused her to throw up. Today was Eron and Frema's wedding and Riley could not let her 'stupid cancer' get in the way if their happiness.A knock resounded on the door of the washroom. "Riles, are you okay?" Her husband's voice came and she shouted back right away,"I'm fine, babe. Honestly, you don't have to look for me every two hours. I just needed to pee." "Oh okay, we'll be heading to the church now with the groom. I'll be expecting you all later, okay?" He said and she replied back with an 'okay', waiting to hear him leave. He finally began to head out and then she turned on the tap, washing every evidence of her b
"I cannot believe I'm at Eron's funeral. I've always wanted to meet the man, but not like this, you know." It was yet another fangirl, on the phone with her friend as she passed by Eron's open coffin.Frema stood over the coffin, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she watched him solely.. or better still, what used to be him. She was the only one who stood there now, as she had chosen to be the last to see him again. His body no longer smelt so bad and she realized it must be from the preservatives they'd used on him. She shook her head when more memories of them started to flood in. Her chest was constricting with so much pain and the tears now flowed at their own will but she stood there and let it all out.He had no family member to be here for him and everyone who came were either acquaintances or business partners. And then, her family. Almost everyone walked around nonchalantly, they even looked like they were at a mere business event and the only time she saw them twist t
Frema shook with tears as she caressed her son's hair. Eron had set everything right and the truth was finally out in the open. He had just kept the properties and everything else to multiply everything tenfold. Maybe at first, his plan had been revenge but when he had said he changed, it was actually for real. Everything about him was real and now, it was too late to say sorry. Too late to make anything right. Eron might have died alone, but he'd taken a part of her to his grave while he was at it. A part she was afraid she would never be able to recover. So, the tears flowed down her cheeks until she had to hide her face in her palms as she cried uncontrollably. The boys were asleep, so she tried to be as quiet as possible, but she still got nudged by a small arm after a while. She wiped her eyes frantically and took her time while looking up. Josh spoke first, "Are you okay, mommy?" She nodded immediately, flashing a fake smile in his direction. Josh did not seem convinced. He car
"Mom, I think I'm being followed." Titi complained, breathing heavily as she took out a bottle of water from the fridge and began to down its content. Kayla raised a brow."Followed? Girl, what the hell are you saying? Why would anyone follow us?" She questioned, becoming alert at the same time. Titi finished drinking and tossed the bottle, taking a seat to catch her breath."Hell, if I knew. One minute I'm walking back from this boy's home and the next, a black car—""Hold on, what boy's place?" Kayla snapped, cutting her off, to which Titi rolled her eyes."Stay with me, mom, that's not the problem here. I was being followed. FOLLOWED, by God only knows who, and I was being followed for almost one hour, but since I didn't have money for any Uber, I kept walking faster, hoping I'd lose the creep. I didn't. He only drove past our house when I got here but I swear he was following me." She said and Kayla stared at her daughter some more before grabbing her, only to spin her around to c
Frema tried visiting Riley's ward which was in the same hospital, but she was told that Riley had been discharged. Arsen had actually let her know that Riley was surprisingly getting better and she had a long time to live, according to the doctor. Frema did not want to pay much attention to the announcement of a deadline, so she didn't. If she did, she'd be counting her last days with her bestfriend and even if it seemed like they had some more years, Frema had actually been banking on forever, so it was hard to settle for less.Riley was back in her house, when Frema finally got home and she clapped her new nails in her friend's face as welcome."Your bitch is back." She mouthed and Frema could've burst with joy."Damn right, she is!" She replied, going in to hug her senseless. The two women shook with laughter, and then tears.. but they remained in the same position for long minutes, sapping a feel of comfort from each other. They reluctantly pulled away after a while and Riley cupp
Frema could not help how shame covered her entire skin like a cold blanket. Her flat shoes thankfully produced minimal noise against the tiles of the hospital as she tried to find the ward she'd been directed to. She tried to convince herself that she was only here because of the dream Josh had but it only seemed like she was lying to herself. She had only needed a reason to be here, and upon getting that reason, she called in sick at the ‘new’ place she worked in and prepared herself to see him.On getting to the door of his ward, she pushed it open warily and stepped inside, shutting the door behind her before she looked up at him. Her lips parted in shock at the sorry sight in front of her, and she gripped the door handle for support when she stared on. The person on the hospital bed was anything, but recognizable. The pictures on TV was censored, and did not do him any justice. In real life, he looked like a lost cause. He resembled a corpse, a literal one. He was covered with a f
Monday arrived, three days later and Frema ran around the house again, trying to set everything up for her now ‘three children’. She checked her watch minutes later, while the twins and Halsey ate breakfast quietly. She sat with then too, but she had no appetite to eat.Her phone beeped while she was twirling the contents of the plate around and it made her sigh in relief as she picked up, without bothering to check who it was. She could not have her children know that a woman had called her fat to describe her the other day at the grocery store and a handful of people agreed with her indirectly. She couldn't tell them that. So, she answered with a cheerful voice,"Frema Michelson." "Dad's lawyer called." Arsen's voice resounded from the other end. She sat straighter."What? Why?" She queried, curiosity eating her up already."He refused to tell, but he said it's something very important. You know he stopped talking to dad, right? I'm surprised." Arsen said, sounding as confused as s