Betrayed By My Sister

Chapter 2. DNA Test and Result I couldn't sleep the whole night and I knew it was the same with Michael. He stayed far away from me on the bed, with his face opposite mine throughout the night. I was more concerned about Michaels actions and reactions towards me after Spiffy's gibberish talk than the outcome of the DNA test. I was certain the child would be Michaels,we have had multiple mating bonds, and so the child would be Michaels as I walked to the bathroom to take my bath. Doctor Rogers was waiting for us at Rogers hospital which was one of his hospitals in Moon hills as Michael had told him we were coming. In his office I could see a microscope, his stethoscope across his neck, the weighing scale beside the door and a small bed placed on a stretcher behind the curtain. “Why do you want to have a DNA test”? Dr Rogers inquired, smiling as he peered at me and then to Micheal. “Do you not trust her” he smiled at Michael as he calligraphed some words in the test sheet on

Chapter 4 Delivery Jasmine had already left the kitchen to the living room while Jim, Chloe and Sharon throng around me to listen to what I had to say.“I had broken up with Spiffy 5 months, then Michael showed up, and we got engaged”, “I didn't know how Spiffy got to know about it”, I coughed trying to clear my airways.“Jasmine called me a week before my wedding with Michael and said Spiffy had a surprise for me”.“Didn't you ask her how Spiffy got to know about it”?Jim intercepted my speech, with concern written all over his face.“I did ask her”, I responded, swallowing the sputum mixed with tears that had filled my mouth.“What was her response then”?Jim requested, folding his arm across his chest as he looked into my eyes.Jasmine then responded swiftly “I told her she will get to know how he knew later”, “ but at that time she should get ready for her surprise”,as she peered at Jim, munching the cheese she was holding.Just then my phone rang loudly in the room, and Sharon pas

I dropped my phone on the bedside stool and responded to the obviously excited Jasmine, saying “of course he has to take my looks and no one else”.“He doesn't deserve Spiffy's look I guess”, she retorted, getting up on her feet and putting on a strong grim on her pale looking face. “I don't have an answer to that”,I replied, and just immediately checked my phone to ascertain if Micheal had not hung up. I feared he had heard our little conversation, so I turned the screen off and kept it behind me for fear of Jasmine seeing the call.Chloe was obviously stunned and surprised at Jasmine's sudden intrusion, feigning a slight smile on her face which showed her broad lips. She asked Jasmine “you haven't told us anything on your meeting with Michael you know”, still smiling as she spoke.“You were there with us, weren't you”, Jasmine caught her up. “Yes I was but I left to meet up with Spiffy”.“!Oh that's true” she yelled. “So we are listening” I cajoled,stretching myself on the bed and

Michael POV “Jasmine, you were my in-law”. “I just rejected your sister”. I suppressed the sensation I was feeling and growled at her.She still felt undaunted and determined to have me inside her. She refused to back off after my growls and I really needed to think of an escape route or else I could get caught here and who knows who will find us in such a compromising position.“I thought you rejected her as your mate”, she smirked . She pushed back my dark hair with the tip of her fingers. “I, Michael Wilson, reject you, Bridgette Jeremy as my mate”. “Weren't it your words days back” she recalled, trying to manipulate my emotions, I know that's what she is obviously doing.“I rejected her and I didn't accept you either”. I guess I took her unawares by this statement, she jerked back a little, giving me a chance to perceive some fresh air not mixed with the scent of her cologne.I immediately knitted my legs together, not giving her the opportunity to sight my hailing dick. “You di

Bridgette's POV “You wouldn't reply to my question with a question, Spiffy” I said, gazing directly into his eyes, trying to find answers myself.He held my hand,as we walked to the sit out section of the Mall. His palms were soft as he gently massaged my hands in his hands. I looked at his smooth looking light skin, tuning lotions I guessed. He applied a lot of them I was certain.He pulled out the barstool from the round table for me to sit, tapping my shoulders before turning to the other side of the table to get his chair.“Okay I'm sorry,I didn't mean to reply with a question, but I had to do that to keep you on your toes so you would agree to sit out with me”… “If I had replied immediately you would have left, he smiled with a broad grin”.He wasn't far from the truth, I'm still here because I want to know why he changed but I did not want to obviously oblige to his assertion, so I just muttered “can you give me a decent answer now?” “Of course my queen”, the smiles on his fac