"Think whatever you want, Jerol, but the fact is, I am here for the father of my child. This baby has the right to be with its father, and you of all people know how important this baby is, right?" Ellie speaks.So they are going to use his weakness to push their way into his life? How shameless can they be? How insensitive of them?"This baby might be the only child you will ever have Jerol, so...""WRONG!" I bark, scaring the hell out of her and everyone! "You are damn so wrong!" I affirm, standing in front of this bitch.She needs to stay within her limits and I will put her right there and stick her butt with glue if possible."You shut up because you know nothing, bitch!" Ellie squeals."It's you who know absolutely nothing. Explain what you are ranting about Jerol not having another child!" I yell back. I am not the type to screech like this, but this woman is provoking my demons.How can she use her baby to blackmail Jerol and humiliate him at the same time? I feel Jerol's gri
Ogling at my sexy husband as he hibernates this morning gives me a hybrid sentiment. Things really took a drastic wrong spin yesterday. Even though he slept soundly hugging me and our baby in my belly, I know that peace will be wrecked this very morning after he wakes up. That bitch is real turmoil. A pest. A pain in the core.Why didn't she just stay wherever she was? IMAO! They should have continued their immorality wherever they were and stayed the fuck off our lives.I slowly peel Jerol's arms off me, and after tapping my feet on the floor, I spring up, bending to kiss him on the forehead before wrapping a bathrobe on myself.This morning was deemed to be phenomenal after yesterday, and despite the fact all was ravaged, I still want to make it sensational - for Jerol, me, and our baby. Like I anticipated, he was over the clouds with my pregnancy news last night before drifting off to sleep. At some point, I saw tears of joy brimming in his eyes. He couldn't stop thanking me for th
"Was I too hard on Ellie earlier, love?" I ask as we rest on the bed, Jerol's arm caressing my belly while the other one is caging my shoulders to him, our faces almost touching."I did not hear everything, but I know that spoilt brat of Monzano. She thinks she can control the world." He says, snuggling to me."She is such a pain." I whimper."Did she insult you. Did she say anything to hurt you?" He queries, worry and concern detectable in his voice."Nothing I can't handle, love. But, don't you feel anything? Like the need to defend her? Get close to her?" I implore, burying my eyes into his."Why would feel that way?" He responds, stroking me with his hands."For your child, Jerol. Are you not excited to learn that your baby is still alive?" I ask."I am. Believe me, love, I am. My conscience is clear and at peace now knowing that I did nothing wrong. But there are so many things that don't add up." He says, faintly."Like what?" I ask."Like why she lied. Why she made me feel so g
"I have given your ungrateful brat more than what she has the rights to. What more do you want?" Jerol asks, almost losing his cool."Don't you dare insult my daughter in my presence!" Mr Monzano barks."That is not an insult! If I was to insult her, believe me, Mr Senator, you would not want to hear it." Jerol says, calmly, while I soothe his hand to calm him down."She is carrying your child! You have to swallow all the beef you have against her because if anything happens to my daughter, I will squeeze the life out of you. I am warning you, Jerol!"Hang on! Threats? He is threatening Jerol?"First, you budge into my house, and then you dare to threaten me?"Jerol implores."That was just a by the way. Back to the main business. I want my daughter to be accorded with the respect, care and attention that she deserves in this house. She is not some cheap trash to be left to cook for herself in this condition." "With all due respect, Mr Monzano! I don't think you have any right to tell
I finish fixing Jerol's tie after breakfast as he is setting off for work. Life has to go on despite everything. Basically, time is not on our side at all. We are being chased real bad by the desire to unravel the secrets behind this mysterious return of this bitch and her lover, and the desire for freedom and our happy ever after as well. We are on the race - the race to our freedom and happiness!Honestly, I never speculated that I would ever find myself in a race against time and myself. I feel like there is a lot I need to do in this, and that too, as soon as possible. It feels like it's not only time that is running after us, but danger too if we slumber. I may be right, or I may be wrong, but those are my sentiments. And, isn't there a phrase that states that you should always take serious note of your instincts? The feeling is strong. So strong!The problem is, we still don't know what is at stake - what we stand to lose, and that is the most worrying feeling ever.On the way,
"Show time is over! Get your lazy conny arse up and explain what sort of games you are playing, Ellie!" I squeal as I stroll to her, ready to drag her out of the bed by the hair if she dares to keep acting up.To my astonishment, the bitch peels the duvet off her in a flash, jerking herself up and tapping her imprints on the floor, swinging her head from side to side like a lunatic.I knew it. It was all a show. What is the gambling on? What is all this for?"Oh my gosh! How was my acting? Did I do a plausible job in making a fool out of your supposed husband?" She smirks annoyingly, springing to her feet.She finds this funny? Seriously?"Bingo! Unfortunately, I do not have a medal for you, but I must admit that you are pathetically convincing." I retort."Thank you." She irritatingly responds, bowing a little with acclaim and itching sarcasm.If she thinks I am here to applaud and tolerate her childish and devilish games, she better think again."Start talking! What do you want to a
It has been three days since I had that argument with Ellie. Since then, she has been cooked up in her room. She only comes out for meals when she feels like it. The bitch is too arrogant for an intruder guest that she is. She doesn't talk to anyone at all, unless when she feels like insulting someone and parading her arrogance. Honestly, I am at the hang of it with her arrogance.Jerol is conducting his own investigations, but these fools are no ordinary fools. They are a couple of smart-asses! They have covered their trails so well that nothing is coming out of the investigations. Nothing at all, and I am getting so pissed because I want the truth discovered as soon as possible so that this can be over already.With the Grego idiot playing cool and dedicated by trying to learn about the family business, it is so difficult to find something to pin on him. But, shouldn't that be another sign? Don't ask me a sign of what, but ask yourself, why now? Why is he interested to work just now
I am literally pleading with my stubborn heart not to pop out of its cage as I step out of the car at the ample parking of this castle. It's throbbing with robust and boisterous agonizing rebounds of echoes. The face of my mother in the company of Ellie and Grego is the only thing I a seeing with my vague blurry sight as I saunter towards the house.My mother, with my mortal enemies? How unbelievable!Mark has asked me countless times if I am okay but my voice sunk somewhere deep in my belly after authenticating the info he brought, rendering me voiceless. Even now as I reach the door, I can still hearken to the concerned voice of my chauffeur asking if I am okay, but how can I reply? How can I be okay? How in hell can this be okay? The evidence I am cuddling so tight in my arms on my phone more than holds no doubts whatsoever that my mother has connived with my enemies to ravage me, but I am still vetoing to believe that she wasn't yet done with me when she sold me off like trash. D