Susan , wake up!" My mother's voice cuts through the tranquillity, filled with anger. I open my eyes to find her standing beside me. I must have fallen asleep at my reading table while engrossed in the latest romance novel on my Kindle last night. "Good morning, Mom." "Get up and come with me to the kitchen." I wonder what it could be this time. With a sigh, I reluctantly follow her. My brothers never wake up early. It's typical that I, being a girl, am the one who has to suffer. As I reach out to grab an apple from the bowl near the microwave, she grunts, stopping me midway. "That's not why I woke you up." I try to suppress an eye roll. My parents place great importance on obedience and respect to ensure a long life. "Dirty plates in the kitchen sink. You were supposed to wash them last night before going to bed," Mom says while stirring her signature carrot soup. "I did! Ryan or Ethan probably ate and didn't wash up again. How many times are we going to argue about this eve
Susan 's POV:I' feel so dumb and sorry for myself, that I'm feeling upset and overwhelmed. It feel like this difficult time will swellow me. It's important to remember that everyone's experiences and feelings are valid, and it's okay to express your emotions.My friend Sarah tries to console me by acknowledging that some boys can be hurtful. Another friend, Ruth, disagrees and believes that it's not all boys but rather specific individuals like Austin who are to blame. I continue to cry, and Mary offers support, encouraging you to let your emotions out.I've been struggling since a situation involving someone named Austin, and I feel a lot of pain and confusion. My friends have been protective of me, disconnecting calls from Austin and informing my parents that I'll be staying with them for a while. Ruth suggests going out to have fun as a way to distract me from my current pain, and Sarah agrees.We all decide to go to a club called Club Knight. The atmosphere is overwhelming f
Susan 's POV:Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses."This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.The door creaks open, and Ethan peeks into my room. "Hey, Susan .""You're up early," I snap at him, my frustration evident."Sorry, just wanted to check on you, and make sure you're not crying again. I'd only know if I catch you red-handed," he says, entering my room and settling into the plastic chair meant for reading."I don't cry every morning," I retort, rolling my eyes. Ethan and Ryan have taken turns visiting me every morning and night since I shared the news of my breakup with my p
Susan 's Pov: I inform Sarah and Ruth about what happened as we relax in their room after school."Wow, Susan !" Sarah exclaims in surprise."Seriously, how did this happen?!" Ruth asks in shock.Tears well up in my eyes as I reply, "The guy I told you I went out with at the club... we ended up having sex.""But you said you were just having a drink with him at the nearby restaurant, and then he dropped you off at home," Ruth points out."I know what I said, okay?! I lied. We had sex, and in the morning, he drove me back to my street," I confess."You're so lucky your mom didn't call to check on you that night. What were you thinking, Susan ? That guy could have been dangerous, maybe even a serial killer!" Ruth scolds.Feeling ashamed, I sink deeper into the bed."Give her a break, Ruth. So... you're not a virgin anymore, huh?" Sarah asks with a smirk."This is not a joke, Sarah. But I am relieved it wasn't Austin who took that away. But I don't even know who this guy is," Ruth as
Susan's POV:As my pregnancy progressed, it became increasingly challenging to hide my growing belly. I resorted to wearing oversized clothing, hoping to conceal the physical evidence of my situation. Attending classes became more difficult as morning sickness and nausea plagued me, causing me to skip them frequently.The inevitable day arrived when my parents would discover my secret. I had prepared myself for this moment and devised a plan to move out as soon as they found out. That morning, lying in bed at 9 am, feeling sick and emotionally drained from a night of tears, my father approached me."Susan," he said softly, his hand gently touching my face. "You're running a fever. Baby, are you okay? Is there something you want to tell me?"I sat up on the bed, forcing a smile on my face. "Like what? I told you I went to the hospital, and they said it was malaria. I'm on medication, and I'll be fine soon.""You and I both know it's not malaria, dear," he replied, his voice filled
As the night waned and the dawn approached, reality began to seep back in. Regret and guilt gnawed at the edges of my consciousness, reminding me of the risks I had taken. I realized that this encounter, as thrilling as it had been, could have far-reaching consequences that I hadn't fully grasped in the heat of the moment.In the aftermath, I found myself grappling with conflicting emotions. I had willingly given my heart and body to a man I barely knew, a man whose secrets and true intentions remained hidden from me. Doubts and fears plagued my mind, and the weight of my actions pressed heavily on my conscience.As I left his penthouse that morning, I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that I had ventured into dangerous territory. The allure of the Italian man had awakened a side of me I didn't know existed, but it had also brought with it a whirlwind of uncertainties and potential heartbreak.Little did I know that this encounter would not be easily forgotten, and that the cons
As the day approached for Mason and Madison's first day of school, a mix of excitement and nervousness filled the air. It was a significant milestone in their young lives, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions as I prepared them for this new chapter.I carefully picked out their school uniforms, making sure they looked neat and presentable. Mason, with his mischievous smile and tousled hair, seemed unfazed by the upcoming adventure. Madison, on the other hand, clung to my side, her big eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.As we walked hand in hand towards the school, Mason chartered animatedly about all the things he hoped to do and the friends he wanted to make. His enthusiasm was infectious, and I found myself caught up in his excitement, offering words of encouragement and telling him how proud I was of him.Madison, however, remained quiet, her little hand gripping mine tightly. I could sense her nervousness and understood the overwhelming emot
Mason and Madison were my greatest blessings, and I would always be there to nurture their dreams, celebrate their achievements, and provide them with the love and stability they deserved.As I turned off the lights and left their room, a sense of peace washed over me. The first day of school had been a success, and Mason and Madison were thriving. Our bond as a family grew stronger with each passing day, and I knew that together, we could conquer any challenge that lay ahead.With renewed hope and a heart full of love, I quietly closed the door, ready to embrace the beautiful journey of parenthood and the endless adventures that awaited us all.As the days turned into weeks and the school year progressed, something unexpected happened. The whispers and hushed conversations among the teachers caught my attention. It seemed that Mason and Madison had become the talk of the school, and I couldn't help but wonder what could have sparked such interest.Curiosity got the better of me,
As I sat in my small apartment, my mind consumed with worry, I couldn't help but replay the events of the past few days over and over again. The news of my termination from the company I had dedicated years of my life to had hit me like a ton of bricks. The weight of uncertainty and fear bore down on me, especially when I thought about my children and how we would manage without a stable income.Jake, the company's owner, had approached me with accusations of mishandling funds, a claim I vehemently denied. I had always been meticulous in my work, and the thought of being blamed for the decline in the company's fortunes was unbearable. I could see the frustration in Jake's eyes as he confronted me, his voice tinged with disappointment and suspicion."Susan, I can't ignore the losses we've been experiencing," he had said, his tone laced with an underlying sense of accusation. "And I find it hard to believe that it's just a coincidence that this decline happened under your watch."Te
As Jake witnessed the continuous decline in his company's financial performance, he couldn't shake off the sense of unease that gnawed at him. Determined to uncover the root cause of the losses, he embarked on a diligent investigation to identify the factors contributing to the company's downfall.First, Jake reviewed financial records and reports, meticulously analyzing the balance sheets, income statements, and cash flow statements. He compared the current financial data with historical records, searching for any irregularities or alarming patterns that could shed light on the situation. However, the numbers alone didn't provide him with a clear answer.Recognizing the importance of a comprehensive review, Jake decided to delve deeper into the company's operations. He scheduled meetings with department heads, including Susan, the senior accountant, to gain insight into their respective areas of responsibility. During these discussions, he asked probing questions, seeking informati
Jake's family exuded an air of sophistication and elegance. Jake, a successful CEO, had built an empire with his business acumen and determination.Hea had a commanding presence, with his chiseled features, charismatic personality, and a keen sense of style.His tailored suits and confident demeanor reflected his status and success.Beside him stood Liam, his wife and a renowned model. With her striking beauty, grace, and poise, she captivated the hearts of many.Liam had a magnetic presence, effortlessly turning heads wherever she went. Her sense of fashion was impeccable, and she carried herself with confidence and grace.Their love for
Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't entirely shake off the impact of seeing Jake again.Memories would resurface at unexpected moments, leaving me momentarily lost in nostalgia or regret. But I was determined not to let those emotions hinder my professional responsibilities.Jake and I crossed paths frequently within the company, exchanging polite greetings and engaging in necessary discussions related to our work.We maintained a cordial, albeit distant, relationship. It was evident that he was focused on the growth and success of the company, and I was committed to fulfilling my own responsibilities with diligence and professionalism.Over time
Despite our individual achievements, we still found time to come together and reconnect, cherishing the bond we had formed in our youth.Our lives had taken different paths, but our shared history and deep friendship remained constant.On a sunny afternoon, we gathered at a cozy café in our hometown, reminiscing about the past and catching up on the latest chapters of our lives."I can't believe it's been ten years," Sarah exclaimed, sipping her coffee. "Remember when we were just teenagers, navigating through all those unexpected turns?"Ruth smiled warmly. "Those experiences shaped us into who we are today. We faced challenges head-on and grew stronger because of them."
As time goes on,Sarah's relationship with her Man, Mark, was a beautiful testament to love and understanding.From the moment they met, there was an undeniable spark between them that grew into a deep connection.Sarah and mark complemented each other in ways that made their relationship strong and vibrant.They shared common interests, supported each other's dreams and aspirations, and celebrated their individuality.Their love was built on a foundation of trust, open communication, and a genuine desire to see each other happy.One of the things that made their relat
To my greatest surprise, if someone would wake me up to tell me that John was related to Jake I would have call the people my Enemy, What a world full of unpleasant…**********As I delved deeper into the history of John and Jake, their contrasting paths became clearer, and the complexities of their relationship unfolded before me.Despite their differences, John and Jake had always shared a deep bond.They were more than cousins; they were like brothers.Growing up together, they had faced countless challenges and had each other's backs through thick and thin.
I first met John during a challenging time in my life when I was trying to pick up the pieces after the unexpected news of my pregnancy. It was a fateful encounter that would forever change the course of my life.I remember it clearly, as if it were just yesterday. I was feeling lost and overwhelmed, unsure of how to navigate the uncertain road ahead. It was during a local community event that our paths crossed. John, with his warm smile and kind eyes, approached me with genuine concern.He was there to lend a helping hand, volunteering his time and efforts for the event. As we struck up a conversation, his compassionate nature shone through. He listened attentively to my worries and fears, offering words of comfort and support.In the midst of my vulnerability, John provided a much-needed sense of stability. He became a pillar of strength, someone I could lean on when the weight of the world felt too heavy. His unwavering presence and unwavering love for my children filled a v
We return home, carrying the memories of our beach escape close to our hearts.Days turn into weeks, and the bond between us remains unbreakable. One evening, as we gather at Sarah apartment for our customary movie night, a knock on the door interrupts our excited chatter. Sarah answers it, revealing a man standing in the hallway, his expression a mixture of apprehension and determination."Can I help you?" Sarah inquires, her tone cautious.The man takes a deep breath and speaks, his voice quivering slightly. "I'm looking for Susan ica. Is she here?"My heart skips a beat, and I exchange bewildered glances with Ruth. We nod at Sarah , urging her to let the man in.As he steps into the room, his gaze locks onto mine, and a flood of emotions washes over me. It's the Sarah e man who sat across from me at the beachside cafe, the one who claimed to be my biological father. The man I had dismissed as a stranger with false claims."Susan ica," he says softly, his voice filled with bo