Caleb reigned himself in as he observed Mason’s reaction. He was glad Sierra came out later after what he said. Otherwise, he couldn’t imagine what look would Sierra give him if she heard him calling her his wife. “I told you I’ll come back for your answer,” Mason said in a calm voice. He seemed shaken by what he heard from Caleb earlier but chose to confront the situation carefully. “It looks to me that you keep a boy toy around you. I already told you, Stella. I will take care of everything for you and the child. All you have to do is marry me.” ‘Marry? This dumbass. He doesn’t even know that he’s talking to Stella’s sibling.’ Caleb clenched his jaws and went in between the two. He was not the type to handle matters calmly. He was used to taking action and less conversation…Except when he was talking to Sierra of course. “You have the audacity to tell my wife to marry you in front of me, huh?” Caleb gritted his teeth when he confronted Mason face to face. He always thought he wou
“Stella! Open up!” Mason called as he knocked on the door. It had been a couple of minutes, but nobody came. To think that ‘Stella’ was inside with another man, Mason felt a pang in his chest. He was already trying his best to control himself from forcing ‘Stella’ to move to his place until she agreed to marry him, and yet another nuisance came up. “That guy… Who is he?” Mason shook his head and continued knocking on the door. His children were inside, why would he give up just because no one answered the door? “Stella!” “What do you think you’re doing?” Mason turned to see an old lady with a cane. “Young man, do you know what time is it? If nobody answers the door, then leave. It’s either the person inside is not home or she didn’t want to see you. Otherwise, I will call the police to report you. You’re disturbing the tenants in this building, and that’s unacceptable.” “That… I’m sorry,” Mason said and sighed. “Are you the owner of this building?” The old lady stared at Mason f
Days passed, and Sierra was still busy making dresses. The orders that keep coming overwhelmed her, but grateful at the same time. She had no time to complain, despite the work piling up. At these times, Sierra was glad that Caleb was there to keep the children company while she was working. Astrid promised she would do it, but for some personal reason, she called Sierra the other day to inform her that she was locked in her parents’ house. Sierra knew Astrid’s family was wealthy though she didn’t really know what they do. She could have guessed how hard it was for her friend to do what she wanted when her parents keep monitoring her though. But even Sierra thought it was normal for parents to be overprotective of their daughter, especially for someone like Astrid, who looked like a pushover and easy to bully. Sierra herself was worried for her friend. “Aw!” Sierra flinched when she accidentally pricked her finger. Blood oozed out of her wound which she quickly covered with her dres
“Hello everyone!” Astrid spread her arms, expecting the kids to run to her. “I bought some lunch!” She raised her hands with bags of food she ordered for takeouts. Contrary to her expectations, the twins just gave her a glance before going back to what they were doing. And Gabby was still busy being a baby. “I can’t believe this. They ignored me,” Astrid mumbled, pouting at Sierra who was busy sewing the dress that was recently ordered. “Not you too,” the blonde muttered and sighed. “I should not have come.” “Hey. What are you saying? I can hear you.” Sierra, who decided to take a break, said. She left her seat to greet her friend. “Thanks for coming. I’m glad you did.” Sierra smiled and helped Astrid with the bags. “Kids, let’s have lunch now.” Astrid followed Sierra to the kitchen with curiosity sparkling in her eyes. “So, what happened?” Sierra frowned. She washed her hands before placing the food on the table. “What do you mean what happened? Oh! Yes, Astrid. Finally, for som
Sierra smiled at the man in front of her. She didn’t expect to see him again. “Thanks for that day. Ah! I forgot to get your name then. I’ll be happier to pay you back,” she said, referring to the groceries he paid for her when she didn’t have enough money with her.The man waved his hand with a cheerful smile. “That’s totally fine. You don’t have to pay it back,” he said. “Oh. I didn’t expect you wouldn’t remember me, though. I’m Frank, you know.” He showed his name tag with his name on it. “Ah. Nevermind. You might not have noticed this nerd behind Oliver Lewis.”Sierra was dumbfounded. She had no idea who Frank was aside from a pediatrician who was going to give Gabby a check-up, nor the man he mentioned, Oliver Lewis. It dawned on her. Did any of her sisters know these guys?“Haha. I’m sorry,” Sierra laughed awkwardly. “I don’t think I remember you aside from that time in the store.” She shrugged and looked away in embarrassment.Frank’s smile faded for a moment. He was back to hi
“I ran away.”Frank choked on his drink when Oliver told him what had happened upon his encounter with Sierra the previous day. The former called his friend over when Sierra left his office in hopes the two would bump into each other, which happened, but his good friend ran away instead.“Why?” Frank was dying to know why Oliver was so hesitant to talk about Sherly before the latter disappeared. However, Oliver was tight-lip about it that no matter how much he tried to let him talk, he just wouldn’t and rather run away. “I’m wondering about this for some time now, but did you do something to her that even the mention of her name made you pale like you are right now?”“Frank, please. I don’t really want to face Sherly again. She’s just too much for me. You know how much she was obsessed with me back then and I couldn’t stand it.” Oliver leaned his forehead on the table and sighed. “I don’t want to see her again.”“Seriously? Hey, Oli. For your information, Sherly wasn’t obsessed with y
The morning sun filtered through the dusty blinds in Sierra's tiny apartment, waking her from a restless sleep. She blinked awake, momentarily disoriented, before remembering—the children. With a groan, she dragged herself out of bed and splashed some water on her face, glancing at her reflection in the chipped mirror. Dark circles rimmed her eyes, a testament to the sleepless nights that had become her norm. At only twenty-three, she felt worn down in a way most women her age could never understand. But she steeled herself with a deep breath, summoning her determination. She had responsibilities now—far greater than any average young adult. Three little lives were depending on her, and she couldn't—wouldn't—let them down. The familiar sounds of pitter-pattering feet and giggling woke the rest of the household. Sierra stepped out of the bathroom to find London and Paris, her five-year-old twin niece and nephew, setting the table with bread and the leftover soup from last night. Mea
“Kids, are you hungry? I can make some lunch.” Sierra announced as she checked the time on the clock. It was almost time for lunch and she decided to stop working and prepared the food for everyone first. “Can we have grilled cheese?” London asked, eyes lighting up. The boy rarely asked for something, and Sierra was more than happy to give him what he wanted. “Please?” Paris clasped her hands together, twisting side to side. “Of course.” Sierra ushered them to the table, retrieving bread and cheese from the fridge. The familiar routine of making their meal steadied her, pushing aside the pressure that her work kept pushing her to the bottom. “I wonder what he wanted for lunch,” she mumbled while thinking of Caleb. After breakfast, Caleb said he needed to go home for a bit and when he said home, he was talking about the mansion where he lived before he moved in next door. “Uncle Caleb said he’s going to have lunch outside,” Paris informed. “He’s too scared to stay here after what h