All Chapters of Mommy, I've found daddy.: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ELLA'S POV "We're here ma'am!" The chillingly familiar voice of the driver jerked me out of thoughts. Displayed from the car's side windows, was the tall familiar building of the hospital, my previous work place. After my marriage with Xavier, the contract included me dropping off work as the marriage, according to Xavier, would be one that deserved full attention.Ivy was sitting beside me, her hair packed in two sideway buns. The cars in the parking lot of the McKinney mansion were sleek, mostly expensive limited edition cars of serialized brands. The cushions of the backseat were warm and inviting against my back, the AC in the car setting the atmosphere.The car finally settled at a vacant space in the parking lot and the chauffeur had opened the door for me not quite long after. The instant I stepped out, the hot summer air and the smell of desperation in the hospital's grounds fazed my breath.The familiar walk into the hospital felt chilling, unfamiliar, like it's been years

XAVIER'S POV Madame Browne was a lot of things. Pretentious, fake, backbiting. But I never expected her to be this calculating. In life, I've learned the best way to get out the webs of pretentious people is to play along in their crazy game.Behind the soft hug and pleasantries she offered was a dark twisted figure. Madame Browne married into the McKinney family even before I was born, and as calculating as her husband, my uncle, Lucas was, she also held grudges against me.The truth behind the reason for their hatred was dark and painful— especially to me. My Grandfather knew of the hatred towards me and that was why he had sent me of to study business in other to keep me out of their web. They both wanted the company so bad and that explained the reason they had been mean to Ella.Seeing Ella like that made me angry. It drove rage through my veins, I had sensed how troubled she was from the instant I stepped into the dining room. It was obvious Madame Browne had said something to

CHAPTER 75ELLA'S POV My heart raced as I stepped closer to the breakfast table and took my sit. The air was heavy with a heated silence the instant I stepped in. Madame Browne's gaze hovered over me, unwavering. Her lips were strewn into a tight line, the remorse in her eyes unhidden."Good morning, Ella." She said slowly, her voice sugar-coated but still dropping with malice. "I trust you slept well darling."I was taken aback by her words. Darling? Wasn't she the one just threatening me just minutes ago? I grimaced slowly, confusion written over my face as I shrugged it off and clenched my chin. This was obviously a trap, another trap.And I wasn't going to fall for it. Not again, at least not this time. I nodded my head softly and flashed her a polite smile, "Yes thank you, I did." I noticed the slight change in her face as she turned her had to face the chef. Signaling to him, he instinctively lowered his body and she whispered something in his ears. Something dark, twisted, d

CHAPTER 77XAVIER'S POV "Just ignore her," I whispered softly as I gazed into Ella's eyes. A breath hitched in my throat as I lowered my head to place a kiss on those succulent lips of hers. She received it softly, the soft taste of cherry on her lips urging me as I pulled deeper into the kiss. Ella had been obviously really troubled by Madame Browne and it was nerving seeing her this worried.The fear in her eyes wash off as I traced my finger tips against her sharp jaw. She squirmed slowly, a muffled moan slipping through her lips. Damn. I wanted more— I want to hear her voice screaming my name, begging for mercy and also begging for more. I paused my fingers and repeated the exercise, but this time, I traced my fingers in an anti clockwise motion.Her eyelids flustered open and I caught the warm glints of desire in her eyeballs. I could feel her body's sensation under mine, the way her shoulders squared and the way her cheeks flushed red. From the gown she was putting on, I could

CHAPTER 79MADAME BROWNE'S POV“Lipstick?” I heard a voice call as I tilted my head slowly. My reflection in the mirror looked fabulous— I mean, what would you expect from a fashionista. My eyes flashed with anger as I flashed a sharp gaze at the make-up artist.“Of course, Idiot! Were you expecting me to go out there looking like a Chihuahua.” I snapped sharply, my voice cutting through the short lived silence in the room. My fits tightened as I watched her shudder. I hated weak people, especially the shy ones.“Sorry ma'am,” The quiver in her voice was evident against my ears. “If not from the referral, I wouldn't have hired you.” The lines of her face become more evident as I squinted my eyes softly. I sucked in a breath and rolled my eyes.“Sorry ma'am.” Her voice was shaky, almost inaudible. The sound of the lipstick palet in her hands shaking drove anger into my veins. I fixed my face in a frown as I settled into the chair. The soft wind from the air conditioning system blew s