Danielle's POV The emptiness of the rooftop with the cool Ed Sheeran song playing softly from a place I couldn't point out made the night cool and romantic. The colors blended with my dress and he, like a Noble man in a suit, sat across me with love burning in his eyes. I wanted him to speak first and tell me what he had in mind that made him come to such a romantic and private place just to have dinner. However tonight will play out, I do not plan on getting laid. His thoughts didn't seem far from my own when he said we would be done in time to go back to the kids. “So, what do we start with?” I asked. “First of all,” he stood up and went behind a closed curtain. He came back with two plates of baked full chicken and pizza. Why is it always pizza, is that the one thing he knows how to do? “We eat. You asked me to have dinner with you, that's what's more important." I smiled and dug my knife into my chicken. I was starving. Thank goodness it was just us, I can eat as I please. F

Isabelle's POV I couldn't believe my eyes and stood there in awe. I am sure I called him a million times already and it's been days since he started this. This bitch, Danielle, she never backs down, does she? I'll make sure I make her feel miserable for the rest of her life. “You,” I said and pointed to Danielle. She stepped out into open space and that was when I saw her dress. I saw this same dress online and it cost a fortune. He could get her such nice clothes and make her look so beautiful that I even questioned my beauty. I found the tears behind my eyes, once again, she was taking everything from me. “get your filthy hands off my direction.” Danielle snapped. She frowned her face and walked closer to me, emitting a very dangerous aura. “I have had enough!” Where did she learn to talk back to me and be so confident about it? It was the first time I would see her come back at me, perhaps next Mr. Smith was here. What are they doing here in the first place? I looked around,

Danielle's POV   My mouth dropped, perhaps I didn't hear what he said. “I said the kids are yours. I mean Ella—” “Hush, Danielle. I know of it and I have waited so long for you to tell me why and how it happened. It's a mystery that I want to discover.” I almost lost touch with reality. It took me a lot of courage to walk up to him and tell him the kids were his and he just told me he knew all along. If he knew all along, why didn't he tell me? Why didn't he ask me about it at all and why didn't he tell me he knew? He must have read my thoughts. “The day I gave Ella blood, the nurse warned me and told me to try doing a DNA test. She insisted that Ella looked like me too much and I should just try it. At first, I didn't want to do it but then, I thought about the possibilities.” I stood there and watched him talk. I watched his lips move and speak words that felt so enchanting to me. “The possibilities were very sl

Isabelle's POV I sat on the long bench and listened to Mom's blabber as she stood in front of me and shouted at the top of her voice. All this humiliation, all these things that I have to go through, it's all Danielle's fault. I knew from the start that she wanted to have my boyfriend for herself, she has him, and I hope she's perfectly content. This is what I hate the most, getting shouted at when things go wrong. “...you were always busy because of him and you told me you had work you were doing, what work? Tell me, what works? Now where's the outcome? Where are all the things I believed you worked for? I said it but your Father didn't agree, you are so useless…” I had to sit and listen, snubbing her right now would be a very bad idea. When she was done, she hissed and left the sitting room. Finally, some peace. While I sat there, thinking about my life and how ruined it was, Tony walked in with his headphones and went straight there to his room. This was getting serious. H

Danielle's POV “When are we going back to the company?” I asked Bryan days after Ella had been discharged. We have been in his house and Pa Bruno came around once or twice. Gabriel on the other hand seems to be very angry at me. He refused to pick any of my calls and he didn't call me either and that has gotten me worried. He knows I was here but still, he doesn't think I should be here. That's because he does know the kind of connection I have with Bryan now. Speaking of connection, I haven't been talking to Bryan the way I should. There's this kind of fear that broke out inside me the day he confessed his feelings to me. I felt so special and important for the first time in my life and looking at him now is a load of work that doesn't look possible. Everytime I tried to look at him or talk to him, I remember the way he confessed his feelings to me. I get…shy. I wonder where the old Danielle went. These days, I have been doing a lot of cooking and babysitting because I had to baby