CHAPTER FOUR
Note: Major Time Jump Ahead. Sylvie and her Aunt arrived back home, both settling down to discuss the situation inside the living room. “What are your plans for this pregnancy?” She grilled in a serious tone, looking her in the eyes to read any withheld information. “I have no other option, abortion is my only choice.” She cried out, gazing up at her Aunt with her muddled face drenched in tears. “No!” She sifted over to her side, taking a hold of her palms and squeezing it together with hers. “That is not your only option, you can chose to birth them and take care of them. You can’t just kill three innocent babies.” She reasoned with her, serving as the emotional human guide she needed. Sylvie took her words in, she really can’t murder three innocent babies because of her mistakes. That’s just cruel. “B- But can I survive this?” She asked, actually scared with her tone shaky and body trembling. “You will, and I will be by your side all through everything. And together, we’ll take care of the little ones, I made a promise to your mother that I’d look after you. This is the right time for me to act on that promise.” Her palm left hers, coming up to touch her cheek as she wiped off the tears staining the surface. “Thank you so much, Aunt Marla.” She weeped into his hand. “Thanks.” She uttered with tenuity. ~Several Months Later~ “Oh my God!” She gasped as she felt a cold pain striking her back, she arched her back instantly, her big round and wide stomach pushed forward. “Aunt Marla!” She screamed, becoming breathless as the pain returned, “Ah!” Her eyes shut tight, her system contrasted sharply and she could feel herself burning out from the inside. Her aunt came into the scene, knowing exactly what is going on, “I will get my purse, hold on tight.” She told her, running back inside to obtain the mentioned item before returning. “Sorry!” She chanted the word repeatedly as she escorted her into a cab. The ride to the hospital was inadvertently slow and painful for Sylvie as she kept aging the pain racking her body all over. “We’ll soon be there, keep it up and tight okay. Sorry darling.” Her aunt pat on her shoulder, ensuring her while taking glances ahead. They arrived at the hospital finally, and Sylvie was brought in and settled straight to a laboring room. Nurses and a doctor went in to attend to her and bring her to delivery. Aunt Marla had to turn back as she was made to stay outside. She stood by a bench in the hallway, muttering prayers and hoping for a successful outcome with her niece in labor. She went through a lot during the pregnancy months, it’s only fair everything comes out successful at the end. After some time, the door opened. The doctor in charge of Sylvie coming out with a wide smile expressed on his face. Marla understood at once he came bearing good news. “How are they all?” She asked the doctor, sniffing in tears of joy and relief. “They’re all safe and okay. She’s calling for you, congratulations to you and your daughter ma’am.” He said to her, walking away afterwards. Marla couldn’t argue with his assumption because it was pointless, he obviously believe Sylvie was her child. Aunt Marla went into the laboring room, greeted by the wailing noise of the newborn babies. Two babies were set in their mother’s arm as she breastfeed them, and the last was in a nurse’s care trying to get him to shut up. “They’re so adorable.” Aunt Marla beamed, reaching over to collect the little child from the nurse, rocking her in her arms and instantly shutting her up. “What are their names?” She asked, looking into the innocent electric blue eyes of the male wrapped in her arms. “Aunt Marla, say hello to Bryce, Bryan and Bryanna. Little ones, say hello to your Aunt Marla, your godmother.” In a weak soft voice, Sylvie managed to introduce. ~Five Year Later~ “That’s mine! Mom, Bryce is bullying me again.” A tiny little voice called to their mother’s attention as she finished off with the receptionist. “Bryce give your sister back her toy and play with your own. Do that and also apologize, be a good brother.” She turned to the five years old little boy, who has his lips pouted as he got scolded. “Sorry Bry, I just wanted to check something out.” He said to her, returning the princess teddy bear. “Mom when is Aunt Marla coming?” A quiet voice broke the descended silence, the voice belonging to the male who held the hand of his brother. “Soon Bryan, soon.” Sylvie assured as she finally reached the entrance out of the airport. She sighted her uber from afar, walking over to the spot where he parked immediately. They arrived by the car, and Sylvie settled her kids inside. She turned to face the porter who assisted with her luggages, paying him up she mouthed him a thanks. “Oh shit, can you please look after my kids. I forgot a bag inside. Please.” She implored in a hasty tone, pleading with the driver. “Sure thing.” The man agreed. “Okay kids, I will be right back. Behave and do not cause any trouble.” She made a warning sentence before turning around and dashing out of their sight. Sylvie was in a hurry, running through the large crowd occupying the wide space of the airport as she bid to make it over to the ticket counter. Her figure collided into a figure in front of her that brought her to a stop, “Ouch!” She moaned out, feeling the impact of bumping into the stone like body. She stepped back, narrowing an inspecting look towards his back frame and raining silent curses at him. The figure slowly turned around, eyes scouring down to the body bumping into him. “Oh my!” Sylvie gasped, her palm that smoothen her forehead freezing as her entire system froze by his sight. ‘Mikel Addams!’ The name chanted in her mind, looking up at his well structured body in a suit. He stared at her with confusion, wondering why she appeared stunned. “Who are you?” His cold voice rang out, tearing away the phone placed on his ear. “And did you just touch me?” He questioned again, becoming irritated as his gaze turned vacant and vicious.Chapter 5 Sylvie peered in silence, letting her eyes fed off the informations leeched around the cold man glaring at her. This wasn’t the Mikel she worked for and knew, neither the Mr Addams that took her under his wing and cared for her back then. Instead, in front of her stood a man filled with spite. He’s now different, she assumed the change’s starting point had to do with his wife. Her thoughts reverting back to her boyfriend, the night that changed everything for her, and her boss. “Are you deaf or what?” His voice jolted again, his perfectly formed lips twitching a small space in grimace. “I’m sorry,” Sylvie said softly, trotting back to motion with her figure zooming past him. There’s no way she could sparked a conversation with him regarding their past. “A filthy scum with her filthy hands, get me a sanitizer!” Sylvie heard his words as she walked off. Sylvie halted to take a glance, looking as he impatiently scrubbed off the spot her head mistakenly hi
Chapter 6 Sylvie dropped out of the cab, eyeing her wristwatch as she marched hastily towards the entrance to a majestic building. She was running late to the time scheduled for her interview, and hints were her boss was a very strict man. Albeit she had woke up early, registering her kids and settling them for schooling was one hectic occasion she had to deal with early this morning. She rushed into the elevator, arriving at the company’s fourth’s floor to have her interview. A male secretary in sight ushered her to a seat where she met lots of different individuals probably there for the same reason as hers, except they all were males, and none out of them is a female. She’s now the only female amidst them. Sylvie tried not to let that bother her, and instead began hoping silently that she gets this job. This company is one of the biggest in the city, majestic and simply rich, securing a job there would most definitely secure a comfortable life for herself and he
Chapter 7 Sylvie was not expecting Mikel to come in as her boss, she prayed, hoped, and wished earnestly for her conjecture to be funny, to be wrong. However, heaven wasn’t really on her side it seems. “Good morning, Mr Addams. I’m your newly hired personal assistant, my name is-“ “I don’t give a damned fuck about who you are, I care about answers to my questions. What are you doing here in my office?!” He paraphrased, his gaze boiling with pure rage. Sylvie found his reaction a little over the top, why was he so worked up about her in here or does he remember who she was to him? “I tried answering sir, but your words were you gave zero fuck, Sir. Again, I’m Sylvie by name, and your newly hired personal assistant. I’m here to keep your plans in check, set and maintain your schedules or appointments, manage your filing systems, and be at your best service,” Sylvie said in a courteous voice and mannerism, keeping her gaze off of Mikel. The last she want to see was his g
Chapter 8They day went on pretty dry and dull. After Mikel mandated his first rule, Sylvie shrunk back to her space with no choice than to oblige. She expected him to indeed reach out whenever he needs her assistance. However, Mikel has kept to his solitude ever since he walked in. It was finally lunch break, and he announced that by demanding Sylvie to excuse him. Sylvie sighed, took just her cellphone and went out of the office, she exhaled a longer and deeper breath after she gently jammed his door closed. “Newbie, you’re indeed here to stay, I wasn’t expecting that.” A voice muttered close to Sylvie, she looked to the direction to see the male secretary coming out of his working booth. He was obviously trying to initiate an interaction, compare to the negative aura Sylvie sensed around him early this morning, he seemed different this noon. Sylvie smiled, “What’s up with your boss? I think he hates me, without even knowing me.” She walked in his direction, speaking about Mik
Chapter 9 Sylvie tried her best to not let Greg’s words deter her liveliness, but there’s this shaky feeling attached to his words that stuck onto her ever since he said it and left. Is someone gonna be after her life now that she’s returned? Or worse, come for her babies? Or was he just pulling that stunt because she didn’t allow a conversation to hold between them? A lot of things ran through her mind, and it was obvious throughout her lunch break with Troye. He had tried to know what went wrong with her mood, but Sylvie never spilled and would just divert his attention. Their break was soon over and she returned back to her office still full of glum. She had just sat down by her desk when the landline provided on her table began ringing, the sudden shrill sound almost jerking her out of her seat. She glanced over at Mikel, to see whether he got bothered, but his head remain buried on whatever he’s clicking away on that computer.He never left the office, he just keeps ghosting
Chapter 10“You have to calm down ma’am, it’s not that serious, we have it under control even. Just that we caught this guy trying to take one of the triplets away, he’s claiming the child to be his, that he’s their father, we thought to bring it to your attention before further steps are taken,” The man explained. Sylvie recognized the voice to be that of her kids’ principal. He was calling from their school. “Huh?” Sylvie furrowed her brows, “Oh,” she sighed, her mind coming to ease. “This guy you talked about, do you know his name or anything about him? Is he still with you?” She quizzed. “He is still with us, and he’s not telling us who he is other than being the kid’s father-““Whoever that is not the father of my kids!” Sylvie chirped into the man’s sentence. “Please keep him with you, I’ll be right there.” Sylvie told him, dropping the call. She looked at Mikel who has his stoic gaze on her the whole time. He nodded at her, “You can go,” he said, and immediately walked out
CHAPTER ONE Sylvie read out to herself the text she was about sending to her boyfriend before hitting the send button and placing down her phone. She already called him three times, but he wasn’t picking so she decided to send him a text instead. Her salary has been received, and like she had promised him, she’s going to balance his school fees. Sylvie has been the one catering for her boyfriend; Dorian, since he got admitted into college. From his fees, to his expenses, to clothing, to everything else of his that needs catering. She sighed turning around to work on the cooking gas, by lowering the level of heat. She took a big stirring spoon, opening the boiling pot of soup while taking few ingredients out of the cabinet above her merged to the kitchen wall. Opening the seasonings and g
CHAPTER TWO With a lingering agitation over the atmosphere, everyone staring at him in suspense. “What do you want?” Mikel grilled out in an icy tone, merely fazed by the sight of the gun pointed at him. All running through his mind was the calculation of bridging their distance, smacking that gun off his hand, and smashing him to his death. However, the tool repeatedly played it part, keeping him restricted as he glared at the muzzle paralleling his gaze. “It’s simple actually, just a transaction of some millions.” He stated, his tone humorous, flicking the gun in their faces to keep them attentive. Sylvie from where she stood has her head bowed, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. Her mind the least conscious of her surroundings or the situation, the only thing chanting in her head was the obvious fact that her boyfriend of how many years is a cheater.