MasukMatilda
I stare at the bouquet of flowers and something breaks inside of me. Grace hisses under her breath as she shakes her head and I then hear her curse her son. “Wait here for me, Matilda. Let me go and speak with my idiot of a son...” Grace turns towards the staircase but I stop her immediately. The last thing I wanted was for Michael to be in another fight with his mother because of me. Grace looks at me but I immediately smile at her, acting like I wasn't affected at all by Michael getting my sister's favourite flowers just for her. “Let's just go, Grace. You were the one who said we were already late for yoga class.” I smile wider this time and I don't know if I was able to fake it but I want her to believe that I was fine and perfectly okay with it. “Are you sure, my dear?” Grace looks at me with worry and concern which makes me feel so loved and cared for by someone. I nod and link my arm with hers. "Let's go now.” Grace smiles at me and agrees. “Yes, dear. To hell with my son!” Her voice was loud enough for the entire staff to hear and I'm guessing Michael must have also heard his mother as well. “Good riddance to him!” Now I can't help but laugh with her. This woman's sense of humor is definitely contagious. We both laugh as we leave the living area with my arms link to one another. My mother-in-law and I had a field day from jogging around the park, to practicing yoga with other women her age and only two of the women were around my age. I even tried mind therapy which did work for a short period of time in helping me forget about Michael and how he always knew everything about Seraphina and absolutely nothing about me. Grace takes me to have some breakfast at a small cafe. We chatted a little about my masters and how I'll be helping my father's company with a new business plan I had been working on for a while now. Our conversations never once drifted towards Michael or my sister and I was more than relieved that it didn't. I know that if he got Seraphina's favorite flowers, it meant he was going to visit her at the hospital. I wouldn't deny that it still hurts how much Michael still knew a lot of things about my sister and knew nothing about me. Sure, we got along in the two years we were married but that was it. Michael never once brought me any gifts or even a single flower, let alone an entire bouquet of flowers. He doesn't even know what my favorite flowers are or what I like to eat and wear. But I knew everything about him, from his likes and dislikes, to his true passion which was to help fund foundations and charitable events that dealt with fighting many diseases and seeking out a cure for those diseases. It's been a few days since my sister came out of her coma and I have only visited her once with Michael. I couldn't face her at the moment, not after I had broken my promise to her before getting married to Michael. I betrayed her and slept with her boyfriend for two years. I'd promised my sister that I wasn't going to come close to Michael. Of course I had made the promise of not getting close to Michael because I believed it was Michael who couldn't stand the sight of me but I was wrong and the night Michael wanted me, I couldn't resist and ended up in bed with him and at the same time breaking my promise to Seraphina at the same time. “Are you feeling okay?” Grace talks to me. “Oh, I'm fine.” I smile almost instantly and she clearly doesn't believe me but she also doesn't ask me anything. “Alright then, why don't we go shopping then.” She suggests and even though I don't like shopping, I don't refuse her and agree. I take it back, we have a blast at the mall and Grace treats the both of us to some manicures and pedicures along with a spa massage. I feel different but I was happy I chose not to stay back at the house with myself locked up in a dark room as I didn't want to see Michael's face. We leave the mall after Grace changes my entire wardrobe. According to her, I should change my outlook and completely ditch the boring office pantsuits I always wear out and try to look and dress more sexy. I laugh because I wasn't the kind of woman to wear sexy clothes but then after Michael made me sign on the divorce papers, I knew I had to change myself. Not for him of course, but for myself and securing my self-esteem. “You have to catch all of the attention, my dear.” Grace tells me and maybe she's right. As far as I can remember, I have only had an interest in one man, Michael. I didn't feel the need to look very pretty or sexy to get other men's attention, because Michael was the only man I wanted to get his attention. But now things between Michael and I were over. Our contract marriage has come to an end and he's soon going to marry my sister and it will be out of love, not out of an agreement or deal to benefit both parties. “You know what? You're right, Grace. I want to feel different, more pretty and definitely sexy. Michael isn't the only man available and I certainly don't want to end up all alone for the rest of my life.” “Now that's my girl! I'll have my stylist Raquel set up an appointment for you tomorrow.” Grace says excitedly. “You just wait, my useless son will surely bite the dust once he sees the new you.” We continue to giggle as we approach the car that Grace had called to come and pick us up and a few minutes later, my dad calls me. Grace walks on ahead to give me space to talk. I answer the call and my dad is a little upset that I haven't come to visit Seraphina again at the hospital. Before I can say anything he interrupts me and then informs me that Seraphina's going to be discharged tomorrow and that he's also planning a lunch party to celebrate my sister's recovery and to welcome her back home. “You must be present, Matilda. No excuses. This is very important for your sister.” My dad gives me an order. “Of course I will be there, dad. There's no way I would miss welcoming my sister back home.” I reply and he hangs up just as quickly without even a goodbye or to ask how I was doing because whether he admits it or not, I was going to be affected because I would have to leave my husband... - But Michael was never yours in the first place, he always belonged to your sister. My brain screams at me and I only sigh heavily before catching up with Grace and get into the car. But even though I did wrong with Seraphina, I don't regret the nights I spent with Michael in his bed. Though Michael doesn't love me, I can't forget the pleasures I felt by his side and how good it felt to be wanted by a man like Michael and have him look at me with raw hunger and desire. “It was my dad,” I say the moment I settle down in the backseat. “Was it about the lunch party he's planning for Seraphina?” Grace asks and I look at her with a little surprise before nodding. “I just got off with phone with Michael and he informed me that his dad and I are invited to the lunch party tomorrow.” “Oh, that's fine.” I mutter. “I think tomorrow's lunch is perfect. Raquel will take care of dressing you up nicely and you'll be sure to turn heads.” Grace smiles. I know that deep down Grace is doing all of these for Michael to notice me and to forget about my sister. But she doesn't understand that her son only loves Seraphina and not me. I can never be in Michael's heart as that place has already been long occupied by my sister. So me changing my looks alone wasn't going to change anything with Michael but still, I was going to allow her stylish change my hairstyle and the rest. “And with that out of the way, let's go to the club for a few drinks, dear.” Grace says and I widen my eyes. “No way, Grace. I... I can't,” I respond a little nervous. “And why not, dear. We can end this day with a few drinks and be happy that we exist in this world.” Grace tells me with much enthusiasm. “Look, dear. This is what's life's about. We have to always make every second count or life will just eat you up alive before you ever realize it.” “But...” “Plus, I know my son has hurt and humiliated you and no matter how much you try to hide it, I know you feel pain deep inside, dear. But then you have to show him that you aren't affected at all and that his choices don't rule your life.” It's true and she does have a point, but I'm more nervous because I haven't been to a club before. Only Seraphina secretly snuck out at night and went to nightclubs with her friends. All my life I have always focused on my studies and worked hard to become worthy enough to work in dad's company. I now stare at her with a nervous and yet, determined look. “Okay, Grace. I am... going to take your advice.” I tell her with a smile. “You're right, life waits for no one. Let's have some fun.”Hello, welcome and if you're loving the story so far then please comment guys. I live for your comments and support. Till the next XOXO
MatildaI don't know how I feel right now. But I feel a little calmness over myself. When I look at Michael, I feel like I'm not alone and that he will always remain by my side. With him, the burden of having to fight the whole world seems lessened. In this difficult time when I know I am no one, I wonder how Michael still sees me as worthy.I raise my head when the bathroom door opens and Michael comes out with a towel hanging below his waistline. His hair is damp and sticks to his forehead like glue. It makes him look cute and I love it about him. He's just so cute and handsome. The only man I have ever loved.“Going somewhere?” I ask him. He looks at me and I can easily tell that he is hesitant to tell me where he is going. I'd thought we would stay at his place together as I still process this ordeal that happened to me.“Actually...” He gets his right hand at the back of his neck and I know he's struggling to tell me. But why? Thinking I can't handle it? Or that I'm simply vulner
MichaelI rush into the bedroom and Matilda is wide awake, seated upright on the bed with my tablet in her hands. She's looking at it and I fucking bet that it's about the catastrophe last night. “Give me that. You shouldn't be looking at this...” I snatch the tablet away from her and Matilda starts to become hysterical and repeating the same thing over and over again.“They saw it... They saw it, Michael! They saw all of me! They saw all of me!...”I get onto the bed and wrap her in a tight hug. Fuck, I'm going to kill the idiot who published the stupid article. Matilda holds me tightly like she's dependent on me to even take her next breath. This was what I was afraid of - My Matilda having to re enter back into her shell and probably never come out from there again. It took so long for her to finally believe in herself and how she is capable of something far outside just business.But someone fucking ruined her dreams. And I won't rest until I find out who it was.I tap on the int
MichaelI mix two sedatives in Matilda's tea. She's reluctant to have the tea but I make her have it and in under fifteen minutes, she's now fast asleep on the bed in my bedroom. I know having her dozed off is the best for her and it might make her forget about it all for just a couple of hours. I still dread that when she wakes up, she will face those nightmares again.I still sit by her side and watch her sleep soundly and her snoring so subtle and peaceful. I remove a strand of her hair from her face and it makes me so mad whenever I think that she was sabotaged and that someone deliberately did this just to ruin her. I swallow thinking that this isn't going to be an easy thing to fix especially with all of the media knowing about it.I refrain from turning on the TV and having to accidentally come across any footage from the fashion show or I will loose my fucking mind. I know Matilda isn't doing well on the inside. It fucking pisses me off that I was powerless at that moment and
Ronan “Yes! Yes! I did it!” My eyes widen slightly but I don't loose my composure. Because somehow I know I am the cause of this happening. But I don't understand why this would be coming from her instead of Matilda. I have always made sure that Seraphina was loved and pampered. And my other daughter, I often put out a hard face, hiding my emotions so that Hilda doesn't suspect a thing about Matilda actually being my biological daughter. “Isn't that what you wanted to hear?!” Seraphina screams at me again and this time I narrow my eyes at her. What stupidity is this? “What?...” I stare at her and she glares at me. “Lower your eyes when you look at me, young lady. I am still your father and you will respect me. Do you hear me?” I know I need to finally put my foot down here, and it doesn't matter if Hilda continues to give me the dead stares. “Of course I didn't do it. Why would I? But you and everyone else insists on blaming me for what happened to sister. I know we've had our
MichaelThe commotion continues. The fucking media won't let go of such a juicy gossip headlines for their news channels. Fuck. How did this all happen? I still hold Matilda in my arms. I feel her trembling underneath my embrace. Her face is buried in my chest and her hair forbids me from taking a look at her face. She heaves beside me and I feel her crying in my chest. My heart tightens and I clench my jaw. I don't know what to do but I know I need to get her out of here. The whole runway is filled with cameras flashing nonstop. What the hell are the security doing all these time.“We need to take her backstage. Right now.” I look up and Ronan is in front of him. But he's not looking at me. But at his daughter. For the first time I see something else other than the cold exterior look he always had on. His face is warm and he's concerned for Matilda. Or rather he's showing his concern on his face.“Yes!” I come back to my senses and I hold Matilda towards me and help her walk becaus
AmandaI can't help but feel somewhat hazy after Matilda and the others leave the dressing room. I can't stop thinking about the birthmark on Matilda's nape. It's the same as mine. My own mother also had the same bloody mole and on the exact same spot. And Matilda also has the same birthmark. I feel my head is spinning and I walk towards the nearby vanity chair and sit down. I know I shouldn't even think about it and even if I say my thoughts, to others it will all seem like just a coincidence. But such coincidences don't just exist like this. And I don't know why a part of me wants to believe that Matilda.... could be my... But then I remember the midwife informing me that I had given birth to a stillborn baby boy.I had a son and not a daughter. I should let this go but I can't. I feel more restless as the clock continues to tick. I feel sweaty despite the AC running on high. I swallow and inhale before the door of the dressing room opens and Mike walks in. “Hey, honey? I was look
MatildaI make sure everything is ready in the conference room right on schedule for the start of the presentation. The two European investors who also joined for the mall project has started to arrive and I wear a smile standing at the door when they walk in.But my smile shrinks a little when Mic
MatildaI didn't sleep a wink at all last night. I was much too upset and.... and I couldn't stop thinking about all that Michael said to me. It can't be possible that he's suddenly in love with me. No, that's not possible.My alarm for seven forces me up and I know today is a more hectic day and t
Matilda I shake my head, trying to dispel all of the wrong scenarios that might happen if I think Michael is about to say what I think he's about to say. I walk closely behind dad in the hallway. I try not to seem affected because I just don't want to be responsible for what might happen downstairs
MatildaYes, my heart is broken as I enter Michael's office. It's always going to be the same. Michael will always prioritize Seraphina over me. I heard him pick my sister's call and didn't even want to hear whatever they were talking about.I know I shouldn't have done what I did, but I feel more







