All Chapters of Pregnant and Jailed: Revenge on my Quadruplet’s Father: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Carlton’s POV, “Carlton.” She calls my name with some measure of fright in her voice then she takes a deep sigh. “What were you up to?” I narrow my brow, My gaze shifting from her to my messed up wardrobe. I don’t expect a proper response from her and she doesn’t fail to betray my assumption. “Nothing… I was just… Anyways how are you doing? How was the book launch?” She wears a bright smile, walking towards me. She reach for my briefcase and I just let her play the good wife charade. The last thing I need right now is her tantrums. “Where’s Andre?” I ask her as I’m taking off my clothes. She’s leaning on the cupboard and she frown questioningly at me like I just spoke French. “I asks where is Andre?” “Where else would he be? In his room of course.” She rolls her eyes. I don’t need to ask if he had eaten lunch because I know fully well marigold would rather do anything but cook. So as soon as I’m done changing up, I have to head for the kitchen to commence my usual rou

Dahlia POV, After the Call with Carlton, I drops the phone and returns to the monitor screen. I had been on a video call with Tristian who’s in L.A. we were talking about issues he’s currently having at His company at L.A and we were just talking about the dinner Carlton’s mother invited me for when Carlton called. “What happened?” Tristian asks from the screen as I return to call with him. “Dinner is canceled because Andre had an episode. It’s been postponed to tomorrow.” I say with an eye roll. With the spark that flash through Tristian dark eyes, I can already tell what he’s going to say next and that is. “That’s quite fantastic! At least, I would have enough time to round off business here and return to New York.“ he mused. “Do you really need to attend the dinner though. Honestly I don’t see how your presence matters at the Stewart aside from causing a chaos. You should stay in L.A and fix things. Your company has been lagging quite and I hate to be the cause of that Tris

Dahlia’s POV, I’m taking a huge risk. I would never picture myself as one to be speeding on a road at the highest gear. How much more through the middle of the dark night. But here I am heading off to some club house I have never even heard of. Turns out Tristian was about sunny being wasted in some club afterall. The person who called was actually a good stranger who found sunny making a fool of herself and he had to call the first number he found on her phone. Which turns out to me. It takes a few more minutes on the road and I’m driving into Lumeire clubhouse as addressed by the strange caller. Approaching the building, I can already hear the pounding and blaring music exuding from the building. After pulling over at a safe spot, I dart out of the car like a stag and rush into the club. As expected I’m welcomed with the obscure view of different sinful activities in club which sickens me to my stomach. The pungent smell of weeds and alcohol is the worst. Goodness, sunny you are s

Dahlia’s POV,—Next morning—It’s weekend Today which means the kids are all at home causing a ruckus as usual. And me, I have no schedules for today. Neither with Carlton or anyone else. When I woke up this morning, I had prepared to a host of scolding to pour on sunny for getting drunk last night but reverse became the case when I walked in on her to meet a gloomy version of her. It was so unlikely for sunny to be in stuck in her room, not joining me to prepare breakfast nor eating with me and my kids. I had thought she couldn’t wake up due to the hangover, but I walk into the room, I’m stunned to meet her sobbing. Another heartbreak? That was My first assumption but After series of persuasion, she finally opened up the me the reason why she ended up in some bar to drown herself in Alcohol. “Am I a horrible person?” She started, sniffling as I’m sitting beside her on her bed. Her eyes is so red, huge bags under her eyes and her face horribly puffy. Evidence that she had cried so

Marigold pov ‘Dear Mrs. Stewart, this is a reminder that New Dimension Academy’s kids BOOTCAMP is in Four days time. Please we employ you to make the necessary preparations for your kids as it is a parents - kids BOOTCAMP.’After reading the message from my phone, the anger I’m already feeling intensifies. Scoffing, I angrily flings the phone to the couch. “Really now!” I snaps out. “What’s wrong?” Chloe inquires as my other friends who’ve been keenly watching me has curiosity on their faces. “It’s nothing important… It’s Andre’s school sending a reminder of their bootcamp or whatever nonsense!” I lash and takes one gulp from the glass of liquor in my grip. I’m presently in a bar with my all three friends. Last night when I left home, I headed straight to Chloe’s house solely because I was completely loosing it. I either needed money urgently or an idea on how to raise such an amount in couple of hours. But unfortunately I got absolutely nothing tangible from Chloe other tha