ARIANNAMy heart was as unstable as the steering I held onto, navigating it speedily on the high way. A whirlwind of terrible thoughts shook the foundations of my heart.Where is my son? Who could have done this? Who kidnapped my son? How can I let this happen under my watch? What kind of a terrible mother am I?How can I be so careful when it comes to taking care of someone's mother but I fail to take proper care of my son?!Where do I start my search from? Who do I meet for help? Could it be that Bailey or mother came here to pick Simon? But why would they do that without informing me? I quickly picked my phone and dialed Bailey's number, with every ring that echoed from the phone, my heart's beat increased.The heaviness made me feel so suffocated. It was like air was leaving my lungs without flowing back in.Instantly Bailey picked up, her sleepy voice met my eardrums as she spoke, "Hello?""Bailey? Did you come to pick up my son?" I asked with urgency, not even sparing a second

ARIANNA I hummed to myself as I meandered along the hallway of the mansion. I was heading to Anne's room. I needed to inform her that the laundry man was here. These days I am being left alone with only that woman in the house and as much as it irks me, I try my best not to cross her path so she will not cross mine. It was better that way.Lucas drunken behaviour a day before still lingered in the back of my mind. Did he really think I would let him come back into my life after all he put me through?Heavens forbid it!After that incident, I tried my best to avoid speaking with him in the house and so far so good, it is working quite well.Anne already feels I want to steal him away from her and I do not want anything else to further deepen her believe concerning that.I just want this one month to be over so I can get the fuck out of this mansion. Simon was off to Pre-school already and I had instructed his teacher this time to make sure nobody came to pick him apart from me.An

The sound of the doorbell resonated through the walls of the house, filling the air with its soft rhythm."Who is it?" Ian asked as he came out of from the adjacent kitchen.There was no response which irked him. He groaned out loud, approaching the door. Rose quickly adjusted her gown and scanned her appearance to make sure she looked beautiful enough. Her short smug gown showed the upper part of her bossoms and the gown hugged her body, showcasing all her natural feminine curves. A smile walked it's way on her face and she squealed in delight as she waited for Ian to answer the door. Today she would make sure she gets him for herself and herself alone. The many thoughts of how she could seduce Ian filled her mind, causing her to smile even wider.The door was abruptly pulled open and Ian stared at Rose in absolute bewilderment. "Rose what are you doing here?" He asked, his brows wrinkled."And dressed like that" Ian added in shock."You know it is rude to not offer your guest som

ARIANNAMeticulously, I stirred mother's meal in the pot, its aroma saturated all over the kitchen. I could not stop thinking about everything that had happened this past few days.Anne's conspiracy, Ian's and Bailey's love issues. It was all very unexpected and twisted. I felt so sorry for Ian, he did nothing wrong but his relationship with Bailey is crumbling to the ground.And Lucas on the other hand, who is fending for an unborn child that is not his and giving his all into someone who is simply just using him.Like Ian said, this is really karma hitting him back for everything he did to me but I still can not help but feel bad for him.After been humiliated and tossed away, I wanted him to suffer for it but now it seems too much. I do not completely believe he is a changed man but to some extent, he had become more sensible.I covered the pot and briskly walked out of the kitchen. it will not hurt to watch a little television so I switched it on and took a seat.My eyes were glu

ANNEI arranged my huge closet, carefully making sure to properly arrange each section of accessories, bags, footwears and clothes. My closet would honestly cost a fortune from the different varieties of designer clothes to expensive bags and shoes in it. That is how it should be.I did not come into this life to suffer for anyone or live a pitiful life. I came to enjoy this life. Growing up, my parents were not well to do. Well atleast we were better off than Arianna's parents. But still, we could not afford every thing we needed.I admired the rich and the famous. Wherever I saw them in school, on the television, in the supermarket, I just admired everything they embodied and their expensive lifetsyle.But Arianna was different. She did not care about having money, having fame and recognition. She was so mediocre and low class. She just wanted to open a little restaurant and get married into a decent family, an average decent family.Her life goals were just so simple and avera