The entire day ran by with Richard demoting every of my comments, especially the one when Mrs Mathilda had asked me about how it feels getting engaged to a man like her nephew At first I did think of crushing Every ideal that had about Richard being a good husband material, however before I could even get a chance to speak, Richard rushed and diverted the conversation over to himself. Seated at the couch and after having dinners, I could literally count the times I heard Richard praising himself in the midst of both his uncle and aunt..Some few hours later, by nine in the evening, Mrs Mathilda walked both Richard and myself into the our bedroom_ I should have suspected that since we were about getting married, we'd literally be sharing a room together. We walked into one of the big rooms next to another with our bags."So, this is where you'd be sleeping, do you like it,?" Asked Mrs. Mathilda.."Yes ma'am, it's a lovely bedroom," I answered.When Richard walks behind, I turned a
Back then we used to say "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade," but what if life happened and you had to give up the one thing that you hold dear? Your son! Your only happiness to your friend, a promise once made before and in a toxic and vulnerable state.Some months ago, nine months precisely, Hanna and I were coming back home from the bar we used to work at. She had this strong desire to become someone in life, whereas I was rather focused on being happy. After all, I was in a healthy relationship with my ex-boyfriend, Beck. That bastard later cheated on me with a model from his workplace, but before he left, I didn't know that I was with a child.I came to find out weeks after the breakup. And my friend, Hanna, was already seeing someone. A billionaire, handsome, and also kind-hearted as she described to me.Excited that my best friend had finally gotten her desire taken care of by the universe, everything changed when she came home one faithful night and requested the imp
Her Royal Highness sent me to get some decorations from the outside; she said there was going to be a party in the evening, and she would love to have me decorate the entire Mansion. Decorating a huge Mansion all by myself and without the assistance of anyone working at the mansion was like attempting to send me to an early grave. The mansion was huge, and it would be suicide if anyone attempted to pull such a stunt, a suicide mission I took up with my arms spread apart. I needed to show Hanna that, with or without the assistance of anyone, I was going to decorate the entire Mansion for the impromptu party she had planned, even though there might not be a party at all, and she was only trying to punish me.I left Ethan in her care. If I were to take care of the decorations, she should at least be a good stepmother and take care of my child."Ma'am! Can I help you?" Gena offered her assistance. She has been one of the many who welcomed me home and also faced Hanna's backlashes."No, I'
I went to the kitchen to prepare dinner for Ethan. Gena was in charge of making breakfast for Hanna and her husband, so I waited by the corner until she finished before starting to make dinner for my son.Which didn't take less than fifteen minutes. Ethan is still a child and for now, he doesn't consume adult food, he just eats baby formula and anything that has baby written all over it.I walked by Gena as she set out plates, napkins, and cups on the table, and then afterwards, she strode up to her employer's bedroom and communicated with them that dinner had been prepared.Ethan's already awake.He saw me walk in, and immediately his tiny little face lit up like a boom box."Hey! My baby, you hunger?". I kept his food on the table and carried him in my arms.He makes baby noises, cute and giggling noises.I took him to the chair and sat down. Ethan maintained quiet, and just as I pulled his baby food closer by the wooden stroll, all of a sudden, he became restless, he was fighting a
I acted on Luciano's assumptions and rushed into Ethan's room; Ethan was in his crib, crying so loudly that it would wake everyone up at home. "Sorry, baby! Calm down, mummy is here." I carried Ethan in my arms and cuddled him. Slowly his crying reduced, and then he finally stopped. "Phew! Thank you," Luciano let out a sigh of relief. He was thankful to me for handling the situation. "It's okay, Ethan is like a son to me." I thanked him for giving me the chance to become my son's caregiver. Luciano smiled, he sat down on the couch and admired me as I held Ethan in my arms. "Wow! You are good at this? Have you done this before?" Seated on his chair, Luciano asked me. I didn't know if I should tell him the truth or not. "No! But I'm good with kids," I admitted. Luciano pulled a smile at me. And then shortly after, I laid Ethan back in his crib again and slowly backed away. "Thanks, Sophia," he said, as he walked me to the door. "It's okay, sir, goodnight," I said, reaching for
I left Hanna alone to confront Luciano's wrath as I went up to Ethan's room. I met Gena sleeping on the wooden chair by his cradle."Hey! Good evening, Gena," I whispered softly and tapped her on the shoulder.She turned, her eyes still consumed with sleep and was relieved to see me back home."Good evening, ma'am! Thank God you are here; Ethan hasn't stopped crying. I literally had to sing him to sleep." She stretched her legs and hands concurrently."I see! Thank you," I came closer to Ethan's bed as I stared at his innocent-looking face sleeping. Gena left, but before then, she informed me about Luciano's tantrums; whatever Hanna has done, happened to be severe.I sat down on the same chair Gena just left, watching over my son as he sleeps. Shortly after, Luciano knocked on the door and walked in."Sir! Do you need anything?"I saw the state he was in, drunk and unsettled to move on his own."No! I just want to stay with my son, please." He made a move forward but stumbled on the g
Hannah and Luciano got into a huge misunderstanding. Hannah couldn't tell the reason why she had such an outrageous amount of money withdrawn from the bank, and that caused Luciano to get more angry. "Get out!" He sent Hannah away, and she left without attempting to defend herself.I went back to Ethan's room, checking if he was asleep or not. I came there and noticed that the window to his bedroom was wide open. I do remember closing it, but why is it opened? "Sophia, is everything okay?" Luciano came in shortly after I finished closing the window and asked me. "Yes, everything is good." I said, giving a thumbs up.He then went to Ethan's crib and carried him in his arms, despite the truth of him not being the biological father of Ethan, he hasn't stopped loving him. "Do you want to be with him alone?" I offered to leave the room so he could focus on being alone with his son. "No! I want to ask you a question." He placed Ethan gently to sleep, "Who's Ethan's biological father?" He as
I knew my friend wouldn't risk her wealthy life because of me, and it was obvious to both me and Luciano that she married him for his wealth. I brought Ethan back to the room, dressed him after bathing, and then came downstairs for his breakfast. Luciano volunteered to feed him, and I couldn't have it any other way than to let my son's father feed him while I went upstairs to take care of other things around the house."Sophia, I need to talk to you," Luciano said, walking into the room with Ethan. The look on his face showed that he had something important to discuss, but what was it? "Yes, sir, can I help you?" I extended my hand to take Ethan away, but he stepped back and stopped me."I would like us to talk about Ethan's future," he said, properly holding Ethan, who was already fast asleep in his arms. "What do you mean?" I asked, unsure of what he was getting at."Do you want to get married to me?" he asked, pausing for an answer. I didn't know what to say, should I agree to marr