All Chapters of Mommy, I've found daddy.: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

MADAME BROWNE'S POVThere was just something so satisfying about a well-plananed plan executed. The evening light bathed the dining room in soft glow, glinting off the crystal glass in my hand as I swirled the wine lazily. The ruby liquid moved silky-smooth, and I let a small, satisfied smile curl my lips. Victory always had a sweet taste-like aged Bordeaux on the tongue, smooth and full-bodied, just the way I liked it.Across the table, Ella chatted along, completely oblivious to the storm working its way toward her. She sat straight-backed, her expression that perfect blend of professionalism and charm. Poor girl. She thought she was in control, thought this dinner meant she was on top of things. Really, it humored me just how confident she looked, just how easy it was for her to so ardently believe she was the one holding the reins.I sipped my drink lazily, feeling the complex flavors cascade over my palate. Ella was talking in that special decisive tone that was so singularly her

ELLA'S POVThe D-Day to the president's birthday was fast approaching. I had inspected the preparations and today, I was going to be finishing it all of with one last preview. Sarah, the event planner I had hired had already done most of the work. The florists had been booked and in just two days from now, the party was going to hold. I felt relieved, there wasn't a chance of the event falling apart now.In my hands was the notebook in which I had jotted down the sequence of events that would be showcased on the president's birthday. My gaze roved over the list, the introduction down to the closing. I had everything all sorted out and I could finally let loose a little. I felt releaved, the stress rolled out of me in free gasps. I had jotted my ideas and the layouts for the event in the book in my palms. The event’s running was in safe hands and I couldn't feel any more safer.A knock rang on the door, I heard a calling voice following it almost immediately. I paused what I was doin

MADAME BROWNE'S POV “Bye Ivy, I trust that your loving ‘aunt’ over here will take care of you just… no, more than I will. I have to get back to work.” My fists clenched tightly at her words. How dare her? I watched her rise from the chair and swivel before walking out of the room. I could tell from her stride that she was up to something— something beyond the confines of my plan.I planned on boycotting her interest in running in the event, to make her feel caught in between the treacherous waters of running the event and being a more active mother (which she already was). I wanted to get under her skin as usual, to make her feel guilty of not being there enough for her daughter.Earlier today, I had visited Ivy's room before she woke up and dismissed her assigned caretaker to butter up things for my plan. But shockingly, it didn't work. This was the first time someone had trampled on my mind trick, well, if only Ella knew of the huge lot going on behind her back she wouldn't thin

ELLA'S POV Nothing in this world could have prepared me for the sight that was about to grace my eyes. There, on the screen of my phone was three message. I tapped my finger on the notification, my mind going into a state of panic.Displayed on my phone's screen were messages from the three different vendors I'd hired to cater for the event. First was from Sarah, the event host whose message read, “Hello Ms. Ella, I'm calling to tell you we won't be able to host your event due to some personal reasons best known to us. We apologize for any inconveniences caused, the base payment will be refunded as soon as possible.”My heart skipped a beat. First was with the floristnd now this? I wiped my fingers over my eyes to make sure I was reading the image just right. No.This can't be happening.Not at this time. The president's birthday was just two days away. They can't just bail out on me like that. Not at this daring moment.My chest tightened as I grasped the hem of my gown anxiously.

ELLA'S POV “Hello Rhea,” My voice rang out as a barely audible whisper but I could tell she heard me clearly. I waited a second, my mind reeling with fear and anxiety from the thin silence that braced our conversation.I tried to set my mind away from the regret steaming in but I couldn't. Calling Rhea would be one of the last things I could ever do. She and I were never on a cool page and that originated fully from the huge block of trials and tribulations she made me go through during my years as a nurse at the hospital.She always stood in the way of anything that had to do with me. I was about to end the call to recheck if I was calling the right person when I heard a light giggle— one that reminded me of no other person but Rhea. “Hey what's up slut.” Her voice was as raspy as nails on a board, filled with rage and a menacing tinge of dread. I frowned, reclining into the chair as I braced myself for the series of insults and mockery I was going to receive.“Hello Rhea,” I repe