Itch!There was a strange sensation on Marcel’s face. He frowned his face in his dream as he felt something on his face. Something itchy and uncomfortable. He moved his face sideways in his dream, yet the itchy feeling and something moving on his face continued.When the movement continued, he sat up on the bed immediately and stared around, his eyes aching a little due to the harsh morning sunlight that peeked through the window. He rubbed his eyes and yawned for a while before turning his head to the side in confusion and staring at the little bundle on the bed. At first glance, he was confused as to who the little child beside him was but as he looked at her more, he finally registered and his eyes widened. Marcel was stunned. “Hehe,” the little child giggled as she sat up on the bed facing her father. In her hand was a watercolor and she was showing her teeth as she smiled at him. “You're up, Daddy.”Marcel was stunned. Even more than stunned. His eyes scanned the face of the ch
She was wearing a small blue shirt and a joggers pants with a towel around her neck. She was sweaty and looking all exhausted like someone who couldn’t wait to slump on her bed. Her long hair was tied in a tight ponytail and she was still without makeup as it was morning and her pouch, white and natural skin glowed through the window in the morning. Marcel glanced at her and saw how she dressed. It was like the Izabelle who just entered the room then was the Izabelle from years back when she was still seventeen. It was like being transported back to the past and she was just coming in after a rough morning jug. It was like time didn't change her at all and she was still the same person from years back. Carefree and naive. He was stunned for a moment but said nothing. Just as he took a step to move to the bathroom, the little child pulled at his hands and climbed off the bed to wrap herself around him tightly and begged. “Daddy don't go.”Marcel staring at the child’s face didn't kn
The child jumped in happiness at her father’s words. She felt happy that her father did not clean up the makeup she did for him. She prayed that her daddy stays and never leave so that she would be able to paint him every morning before he woke up. He would like that, right? Marcel lowered his head and stared at Rosie who was sitting on the bed. The corner of his lips curved as he rubbed her head.Marcel admits that children were indeed the most melting thing in the world as this child just managed to melt his cold heart since the day he met her. Little Rosie smiled and held the hands of her father, dragging him to sit back on the bed. She moved and hugged him before continuing to draw the back of his hands with her watercolor and he let her do so.It seems to be her new favorite thing. To draw on her new Daddy’s body. Marcel could see that the child had a soft spot for drawing and when he looked at what she was drawing, he noticed that she was drawing randomly and writing a few alp
“Mommy, what if Daddy comes back and doesn't find us? What is he going to do then? Daddy might cry,” Rosie complained, pouting at her mother who was driving their car. If she was given a chance, she would ask her mother to stop and run back home as she was worried that her father might return. “He would leave and come back some other time, hmm? Daddy is not running away.”“But he might cry. I used to cry whenever Mommy was not around.”“Daddy is not a baby like Sie Sie. Daddy is strong and won't cry even if he doesn't see Mommy or Sie Sie.”The child didn't sound convinced by her mother’s words. It was evening already and there was an event going on in the Rossador’s mansion. It was the grandfather's eighty-fifth birthday and he had requested that both mother and child attend his birthday party that would be held in the Rossador mansion. It was a small party for family members only. Well, she had forgotten to tell Marcel that they had plans for the day and wouldn't be around if he co
“Great papa,” little Rosie called as soon as the grandfather came into sight. She released her hand from her mother’s hold and ran to the Grandfather of the Rossador’s family who was standing with some group of people in the high mansion hall. His hands immediately stretched out as he bent a little to carry the little bundle of joy in his old arms. Although he was old, he could still raise the girl without difficulty. His old arms wrapped around the girl as he showered her with kisses on her face causing her to giggle. From the look of things, it seems that the two of them have become close just a few while since they moved back to the city. The guest smiled at the old man’s interaction with his great-granddaughter and some of them even took cute pictures of them. Izabelle walked to her grandfather’s side and greeted him. “Happy birthday, grandfather.”“Elle. It's good to see that you honored my invitation. Thank you for bringing little Sie Sie with you.”She only nodded and looke
“Izabelle, you came.”Izabelle turned when she heard her name from the side. Jasmine’s heels clicked as she walked towards her. Behind her were two of her close friends and they walked majestically to her. “Good thing that you honored grandfather’s invitation. I thought that you wouldn't come,” she said, coming to stand right in front of Izabelle. Izabelle contemplated whether to walk away or to answer the seemingly annoying girl who would not rest until she annoys the hell out of her. She looked at her from up to down. Jasmine was wearing a skimpy pink dress that hugged her body almost too tight. It was strapless too. Her shoulders and back were open and her hair was tied in a round bun. Her fair long legs made her look captivating and Izabelle could swear that she saw the eyes of men on the girl. She thought this was a birthday party. Why does it seem like a club to Jasmine? “I know my dress is pretty. You don't have to keep checking me out.” The audacity. What's pretty? Who was
“And if we don’t? What are you going to do?” Jasmine asked. “Nothing, of course. Who am I to do something to the almighty adopted daughter of the Rossador family.”Yes, an adopted daughter. That was what she was. It is high time she starts knowing her place in the family and stops trying to take the place of the real daughter of the family. Perhaps she forgot how she came about in the family?“How ironic. An almighty adopted daughter that is far better than the real daughter herself. Have you seen something like that? Just leave with your bastard and we’ll be fine.”Izabelle clenched her fist. Not them calling her daughter a bastard for the second time on the same day. If they continued with this, she wasn’t sure that she was going to take it. “I guess you’ll have to pursue me then. I already told you not to worry. You can take whatever is in this house that belongs to me. My clothes, my shoes,” she paused to look at Jasmine’s hand. “I don’t even have to give you permission consider
“Your bastard daughter.” Izabelle slapping her today was surely going to ruin the reputation of her family. But she isn’t going to let her family ruin alone. She was going to take the Rossadors with her at all costs. “Yes, I’ll repeat it. YOUR BASTARD DAUGHTER.”Another slap followed after her statement. This time she almost fell on the floor if it wasn’t for her friends holding her and putting her back on her feet. Her hair which was straight previously was now scattered around her head and her makeup was slightly scattered. Her cheeks hurt like hell that she wondered what Izabelle put on her hands to make it hurt so much. She was surely going to need an ice presser for her cheeks. She raised her face again and glared at Izabelle. “One more word about my daughter and I’ll make sure you find yourself in the hospital.”“Just because I’m saying the truth and everyone is watching?” she laughed. “Come on, don’t be childish, Miss Rossador. Tell them the truth they all want to hear,” she