The day he came to Houston…Nikolai still refuses to accept that Belle’s gone. There were a million possibilities that were forming in his head.Waking up was a challenge when the first thing he had to do every morning was to face his son alone. There may be a million possibilities, but the reality was too hard to accept. Coming home with his son and putting the search on hold was the hardest decision he had ever made.“Nikolai.”Stella’s face was the last thing he was expecting when he arrived. He handed his sleeping son to his new nanny. “Please let him rest. Let me know if he cries.”Stella scrutinized the clueless child until Liam was out of sight.“We need to talk-”“I’m tired, Stella.” He interrupted. He didn’t want to argue or even have a discussion at the moment. His body has reached its limits in terms of physical and emotional exhaustion. Nikolai’s body feels like and looks like a walking zombie with his crumpled clothes.“Alright. I understand. I just want to see you and
Katherine Isobelle is Preston’s sister. They lost both of their parents because of an accident when they were young.Katherine Isobelle was a photographer. She used to work in New Zealand.Katherine Isobelle was married and she has a son. She signed the divorce papers but according to Preston, they are still married, because the divorce didn't push through.She has Belle’s DNA and that means they are the same person. Even after knowing all these facts, Hyacinth still couldn’t fully process everything that happened. A lot doesn't make sense. If it would, no one but her could make sense of it all but until she gets her memory back, it would be impossible. This was the reason why she spent time away from everyone including Preston, who is the only person who knows the truth. He gave him these files about Belle that she needed to know and she has spent an ample amount of time studying herself like a person from History class.There was a scream at the park that surprised her. She though
“Hyacinth, I knew you would be back!”Should it be anger, jealousy, regret, or sadness? Hyacinth wasn’t sure what to feel first when she saw Jack after a long time. Perhaps it is a bit of everything. After what happened, she was sure that what they have is over. It probably ended long before she had an idea of him having an affair.“Why are you here in the office when we can talk at home? Honey, please. I can explain and I promise to be better. I made a horrible mistake, but I will still choose you, Hya. You’re the one I love.”“Really?”“Really. We’re married. Married people don’t throw away years of being together because of one foolish mistake. I guess, in our case, it would be two mistakes.”Is he with Jack because of desperation and confusion? The bigger picture is clearer for her now. Everything he said was stupid, if not fake. She let herself get fooled and got deceived by those lies.“I was about to file for a divorce.”Jack was shocked but recovered soon enough. “About to? Th
“Thank you for coming here, Belle.” Preston greeted her and opened the door of his home wider. It's Belle’s first time visiting Preston in a more relaxed setting.She figured it is time to proactively try and learn more about Katherine Isobelle because no matter how hard she tried, the memories aren't coming back. Time is a luxury she didn’t want to waste.Belle. She has to learn how to live as Belle.“I should be the one thanking you for accepting my invitation. Sorry for ruining any of your day off plans if you had any, Preston.”A quick glimpse of annoyance was on his face, and then it was gone. Preston laughed at his own actions, “I forgot for a moment there that you lost your memory. I thought you were teasing me or something.”Belle laughed. She has no idea what it feels like having a brother. Maybe before, but all of these feels new to her. Knowing that being herself reminded Preston of who she was before was a validation in a way that she has not lost her whole identity.“Why?
“Hi, kids!”“Miss Hya!” They collectively screamed.There was immediate chaos. The kind of chaos that Belle missed. There were a lot of chit-chats, but there were also a lot of smiles. Among the whole class, it was hard not to stare a little longer at the spot where Liam was seated.My son.Standing frozen, Belle was fighting the urge to run into Liam and apologize for leaving and causing him pain, for being absent to his past birthdays, for not recognizing him the first time they met. There was so much to apologize and so much time has passed.“Did you miss me?”“Yes, Teacher Hya.” The kids answered in unison.After finding out who she is even when her past memories have not come back yet, it was weird to hear the name Hyacinth. She loved being Hyacinth. In fact, her life was a dream. She had a loving husband, a precious son, and this work. Every day, she would find herself thanking the heavens for the life she had, because it felt like a gift. Something that wasn’t hers but was temp
The security in their private village was quite strict. The securities don't let anyone get in but they seemed accommodating to the homeowners. Having a neighbor also meant having to walk for at least fifteen minutes or drive by car to the nearest houses with tall gates.It's hard to estimate the cost of affording such a place alone but it was enough to conclude that you couldn't live here if you are not one of those wealthy people. Place where Nikolai could easily say where he belonged.The gates opened. The security recognized an unfamiliar face and took a long stare at her. Nikolai gave him a slight nod, and he nodded in return. ‘Wow.’ She's never been to a place as exclusive as this, and even more, a house with its own security.‘That man is my husband.’“You could have said no, Nikolai.” Belle said after Liam left the car and before Nikolai could open his side of the car door. She wasn't planning on going. One no from Nikolai w
If only he could turn back time a little so he could hear Hyacinth again.A part of that sounded wrong in his head. Was it Hyacinth speaking? Or was it Belle?He had to question everything that he just believed. He wouldn’t lie. Of course, a part of him thought that Hyacinth can be Belle, but she’s living a totally different life. With a husband that she seemed to love and her own son. The timeline wasn’t making sense.So, why? What is happening?“Hold on. Don’t move.” She said before going towards him. “Liam, can you do me a favor and stay in your bed, sweetie? Until all these glasses are thrown away.” She turned to him with those swollen, wide eyes. “Nikolai, get a hold of yourself and move away.”“What?”What happened just now? Nikolai wasn’t seeing her as Hyacinth anymore. The way she speaks and moves… It's like she’s Belle now.“For goodness’ sake.” She had to literally push him away.That’s when he noticed his own feet covered in blood. There was all this blood, but he couldn’t
There were cars, toy robots, stuffed toys. All these options and she does not know what Liam might like. How stupid she felt thinking that one memory of her holding her son was enough validation of her mother’s instinct.She couldn’t even ask Nikolai because she treated him like an asshole yesterday. That wasn’t part of the plan. Part of her goal was the vague idea that she shouldn’t be making any mistakes. Talking to him felt like a wrong move and in the end, she ended up ignoring him.The feeling of regret lingers whenever she closes her eyes and recalls how he was physically hurting. She should have at least offered to help.This is why she can't trust herself around Nikolai. She becomes unpredictable because of her own unpredictable feelings too. Now, she'll look at him with admiration even when tries not to. Next thing she knows, she's being a bitch and acts cold.“Hi. I’m sorry. Do you need help?” A man with bright blue eyes spoke to her. His eyes were really captivating. It rem
BELLE“This has become a weird tradition.” Nikolai commented after placing the can of beer on his table. “You’re based somewhere in Europe. Why would you come home for a day like this?”“You know the only thing that’s weird here? Your wife is drinking a 1995 vintage red wine while we gulp these cans of cheap beer.”Belle, as Leo mentioned, was enjoying his glass of wine. Sure, the wine tastes good. It has a rich aroma and a hint of caramel when she tastes, but that wasn’t it. She had tasted all kinds of expensive and delicious food from all over the world, but food only tastes better when with good company.Like she is right now.“Don’t you go there and blame me, Leo. I’m not the one who came here with a bag full of beer when we literally have a wine cellar in the house. And you,” she pointed at Nikolai. “Don’t you dare complain about a headache tomorrow.”Today is Oliver Laurent’s death anniversary. It has been a year since all
“Why would you even do that, Nick?” There was no hint of the posh and polished Adeline. As soon as she heard the news, she came rushing to Nikolai and Belle’s home, obviously distraught. Her hair hasn’t been combed, there was not a hint of make-up on her face. Both Nikolai and Belle looked at each other, knowing there was nothing that they could do. Even if it pained him, he accepted every slap from his mom. “You killed your father! I can’t believe my own son killed his own father!” She was hysterical. “Ma’am-” Nikolai shook his head at Belle who was attempting to stop Adeline’s slaps on Nikolai’s chest. “I’m fine, Isobelle. Please find, Liam. I’ll just talk to Mom.” “But.” “Isobelle,” he gave her a reassuring smile. “It’s okay.” Even when hesitant, Belle walked out and left Nikolai with his mom. Adeline’s screams were replaced with sobs. Growing up, Nikolai knew he didn’t have a family like the others. Both Adeline and Oliver weren't the most expressive people. He simply thou
Nikolai’s name is being dragged all over social media. The world has billions of issues, and one of his advisors initially advised him to lay-low and observe, hoping that people would spare them little to no attention.Boy, was he wrong.“Don’t open the internet and don’t read your messages.” Belle told him as soon as he held his phone to check his schedule for the day.“I couldn’t go on with my day without doing that, Isobelle. You know that.” He was reminded with a gentle tone. “I know you're worried about me, but I’m tougher than you think. Don’t worry.”“I know you are, but people who don’t know you are judging you and are doing everything so they could twist the story and fit it to their narratives.” She held her breath as she spoke in frustration. “I can’t wait for them to be proven wrong.”“I need you to relax and take a breather. You should be the one staying away from any news.” Nikolai holds her close. His lips touch the side of her hair. Unlike the previous days, he’s more
It is such a shame that there is no way to choose who we want as our parents.In the eyes of the public and everyone that surrounded him, Nikolai won the genetic lottery, as well as life in general. Born with distinct features and undeniably good-looking, he already got a head start in life. Not to mention the amount of money he grew up with and everything that he would inherit.He was set for a lifetime. Even better, his children and grandchildren, can choose not to work and could still survive.It’s the fairytale dream of almost everyone.But as he shared a table with the half-brother his father tried to kill, talking about all the times their father tried to ruin their lives, he couldn’t help but ask a question. ‘Is this still worth it?’.He took another sip of the beer. Like Leo, they share a comfortable silence, pondering about the life that they separately had.“Thank you,” Nikolai blurted out. Unlike the previous conversations they had, he didn’t have to force the words out of
The only safe and discreet place that he could think of was in the house where they used to live. Nikolai couldn’t let anyone know he was meeting Leo. For both their sake. He didn’t have to wait so long because, when he arrived, Leo’s motorcycle was already parked outside. ‘That hard-headed boy,’ he thought. He particularly told him not to use a motorcycle, but he wasn’t listening at all. “Didn’t I tell you to not use your motorcycle?” “Didn’t I tell you I wouldn’t?” He answered in the same tone, in the same manner. Therefore Belle thinks there’s a resemblance between the two of them. It starts at the physical appearance, but it doesn’t end there. For example, like how the two of them talked and how, at the moment, Leo was returning the same glare he was showing. “Do you really hate me that much?” Blood connect and separate them. Every time he would see Leo in the same gathering, he tried his best to push him away. In Nikolai’s point of view, Leo’s existence was a miracle t
“I'm going to talk to Juliette today.”“Are you going to accept her offer?” Belle kept her eyes straight on the breakfast that was prepared for them. Even if she had a little appetite that morning, she wanted to do something else other than be immersed in whatever Nikolai has to say. “Of course you are going to.”“I'm not.”Breaking her plan, Belle glanced at Nikolai. “You're not going to?”“No.” Even if he doesn't say it, that hopeless look gives away what he's thinking. “But don't worry. I'll try to find a way.”“Good morning, Daddy.” Liam kissed Nikolai's cheek and then Belle's. “Good morning, Mommy.”“Why are you not dressed yet? You're going to school now, aren't you?”“Yes… but,” He kept trying to get food from his spoon and failed all the time. “Maybe not today, Mommy.”“Liam, is there anything wrong? Why are you not going to school today? Are you not feeling well?” Belle touched his forehead to check for fever or any kind of illness. Liam seems fine, but the kid is obviously b
NIKOLAI “What did you say?” Nikolai was furious when he heard what Leo had to say. “Are you accusing my father of being a murderer?” It was as clear as crystal that Oliver Laurent was far from a perfect human. He may not be the kindest person, but he’s Nikolai’s father. He had his own ways of protecting what he has. Nothing will ever change the fact that he is Nikolai’s father. “I don’t want to talk about this over the phone. If you want to hear more, you should be the one to contact me. I told myself before and I’m reminding myself again that I will not get involved with your family or whatever that dysfunctional set-up you have.” “How dare you?” Leo can’t go around pushing people away when in the first place, it was he who contacted him first. “And you’re really saying that even when you’re the one who called me? If you’re wishing me bad luck, I don’t think there’s any need for that.” “Believe me,” he said. “I don’t want to do this either. I wouldn’t do this if I’m not worried a
NIKOLAINikolai observed Belle while she turned her back on her. They are sleeping on the same bed, but their mind seems to be anywhere but the present. He knows he’s asking so much of his wife. It was a very ridiculous offer that he wished he didn’t have to even say.It isn’t the best strategy, but right now, Nikolai thinks that the best he could do for his family is minimize the possible negative impacts. If he agrees to marry Juliette, he’d still have his family while quickly repairing the effects on their business.Investors are backing out one by one. Some already say that it’s a breach of contract. It’s a ticking time bomb. The longer he waits, the lesser the chance that they’d still be able to fix the problem.Belle’s breathing isn’t even anymore. She pretends to quietly sleep, but Nikolai knows that she’s as awake as he is.“I’m sorry.” He uttered out of the blue. “I’ll understand whatever decision you’ll take. Whatever you decide to do, I’ll totally respect it. You have every
“We can just talk here. I told you. I'd say yes immediately if there's anything I can do.” Belle was desperate to help Nikolai. “You know I'm not that attached to the business before. I only felt forced to take over because no one else would. I had to give up practicing law and continue to run this business.” “Are you saying that you don't want to be involved with this?” “No.” His eyes were on the ground. Belle can feel the weight on his shoulders with those deep breaths. “Even if I'd want to, there's no way out of this. My face is on every article about the company. Backing out now is a cowardly move that would confirm what people are already saying about me. That I'm a ruthless and corrupt business person.” “You know you are not that kind of person.” “I know, but no matter what I’d do, they won’t believe me, Isobelle. It’s so easy to spread information these days. People won’t even bother verifying if it’s true or not.” Nikolai is right. You can defend yourself and use ev