Isabella bent down to pick an empty can from the floor and let out an agonized sound. Her waist felt on fire and she tapped her fingers on her thighs to endure the pain. Once the pain subsided, she rose up and rested her hands on her big tommy."Are you okay?" An older woman's voice called from the doorway."Yes, mum," Isabella called back.After she and Seth had talked about who keeps the baby or not, she had fled to San Francisco to stay with her mother. Of course, her mother being her mother had screamed at her and demanded to know who the father of the baby was. Lost about how to explain, Isabella had evaded the question with her tears and her mother had let it go. Ever since then, the older woman hasn't asked again."Are you sure, honey?" Her mother asked again. She appeared at the doorway, concerned radiating all over her eyes. Isabella stared into her mother's brown eyes which were very identical to hers and smiled. Even more than the eye color, Isabella shared almost the same
Seth whirled around in the office chair he sat on, lost in deep thoughts about his life and the next steps to take. If anyone asked him, then he would truthfully tell them he was tired. Tired of how blank the future seemed.A hand waved in front of him but he couldn't register the thought in his mind that his attention was needed. It's been more than a month now since he last saw or heard anything about Isabella. All the private investigators he had hired hadn't been able to make any progress about the location of the woman. Much as he had someone stalked her best friend too, nothing fruitful had come out of it. Yes, he had stooped that low. After all, his future and the future of both his lineage and company and family wealth depended on the success he attained concerning his heir."For goodness sake, Seth. Can you snap out of whatever it is that makes you look like a lion ready to devour its prey?" Nate grumbled at his best friend. He wasn't to be blamed though. He has been trying
Isabella grunted in frustration as she took another look at her account balance. With the way her money was fast going low, she wasn't so sure that she would have enough to even take care of her hospital bill, not to talk about caring for her baby and herself.Before she could do anything to stop the tears, they fell freely, staining her cheeks with the multiple lines they formed. How has everything come to this for her? She thought as she buried her face in her lap and continued with her cry.She thought that she had everything mapped out perfectly for her and her baby. She thought she had enough savings to last them for three months after her birth. By then, she would be fit enough to start working again. All she had to do was either employ a babysitter for her child or drop the child in a nursery home while she went out to work.Now, all of those were gone. And why was that? Because some self-entitled man decided to pop up and claim that the child she was carrying belonged to him.
Seth winked at the hot air hostess walking beside him and chuckled at the shy way she reciprocated his seduction before she scurried away. Not wanting her to leave without getting her contact, he raced after her, dragging his luggage with him."Do you mind if I get your number, sweetheart?" He asked her as soon as he caught up with her.The air hostess looked back at him and smiled in a coy way again. Seth smiled back also. The shy one, is she? No problem since he would be helping her shred her good girl skin soon."I promise to give you such a good time you'll never want to be q good girl again." He blew her a kiss and nearly laughed out loud when the lady moaned so softly, he almost didn't hear her. "Got you." He muttered under his breath."Sorry?" The brunette asked with such a deep breath that gave away her arousal.Seth gave her a wide grin. "You were going to give me your number?" He played a quick one on her.The air hostess brought out her business card and gave it to him bef
The first thing that came to Isabella's mind was to escape. Before she could even think about how foolish the idea was, her legs were already halfway across the big room she was just standing in peacefully only about a few minutes ago.Had she prayed that the son of B should love her cooking and allow her to continue cooking for the family? Well now, she prayed that the man would choke on the food and slump down. Heaven forgives her for her evil thinking.But why was he always popping up everywhere she went? Why was it that she could never hide from him no matter where in the world she went?She was already at the door and ready to hold the doorknob when she felt a strong arm wrap itself around her to stop her from leaving. Frustrated about the inconvenient situation she found herself in, she turned around and began to slap the man across his chest while tears kept streaming down her face."Isabella, calm down, will you? I'm not going to hurt you," Seth assured her.When he first saw h
A loud clunk on the table at which Isabella and B were playing their usual Ludo game made the two women look up in shock. The moment Isabella saw who it was, her heart began to thump loudly in her chest and she wished that she could disappear to somewhere where the man wouldn't see her anymore."What do you think you are doing?" Mrs. Allen yelled at her son when she saw her son was the one standing like a soldier ready for war."Mom, how about you excuse Isabella and me for a moment?" Seth asked, his eyes pleading silently with his mother to understand him."If you wanted to talk to Isabella, you should have asked me to excuse you politely instead of causing a ruckus, son." Mrs. Allen smacked her lips together. "Because of your rude behavior, I'm not leaving here." She turned back to the game.Isabella watched the banter between mother and son with a heavy heart. She didn't need any soothsayer or even a diviner of some sort to tell her what it was that Seth wanted to talk to her about
"What are you doing here, B?" Mrs. Rogers questioned Seth's mother who kept looking around as if she was either a police woman looking for a defaulter of the law or she was the one running away from the law."Shh. Don't shout, you slow woman." Mrs. Allen cautioned her friend. She motioned for the other woman to lower her voice. "Where's your daughter?" She asked, looking around."She said she was going out to buy something she was craving."Mrs. Rogers dropped the cardboard in her hands with a loud sigh. Mrs. Allen picked the cardboard up and read the inscription out loudly."Welcome home, baby." She nodded her head in approval at the choice of colors the other woman chose. She dropped the cardboard and turned to face the other woman. "I like how you chose two lively colors. Blue and pink are nice. Whichever the sex of the baby is, the colors would match PPP perfectly.""Well, thank you. I know it is not exactly nice but it is all I can afford to do for my baby girl and my grandchild
"Seth! May you live to be a hundred years old, my son!!" Mrs. Allen said a little loudly and went straight to her son.Seth, in question, looked at her to be sure there was no mistake."Are you talking to me, beautiful?" He asked her, still looking around to be sure. "Or is there something you wanted?" He eyed his mother suspiciously.The older woman's eyes turned red with unshed tears. She flicked the invisible tear away with her thumb and turned to face her son."Why? What have I done to deserve this injustice? Just because I greeted you warmly?" She questioned.Seth snorted at the trick his mother was playing. He was already used to it by now. If only she would just say whatever it was she wanted to say, then they could all rest."Just what are you trying to rope me into, mom?" He asked her."I'm telling you, B. The two of us can just go together," Isabella protested."Go to where together?" Seth questioned her, facing her. The reason he was in the house was because of her. Somehow