V A L E R I AI don’t know how long I was out, but the beeping of machines told me I was in a hospital. I could hear faint sounds of people talking and since I passed out with Mom and Aunt around I wondered who it was as Mom and Nona were not speaking.“I’ll go get the doctor.” Nona said as I opened my eyes while Mom rushed to me, looking all worried.“My baby.” She pulled a chair close and sat next to me.“Parker… is Parker okay?” I asked and struggled to sit up, Mom quickly noticed as she rushed to me and helped me up.“Parker is fine baby. Now don’t stress yourself, you need to relax.”“I want to talk to her.”“Baby–”“Where’s my phone?”“Honey are you sure because–”“I will only relax after speaking to my baby, okay?”“Alright. Alright. But just to hear her voice okay?” She reached the other side and I nodded as that’s all I needed. To hear that my baby was okay, that Pablo didn’t try anything.“Call Rodrigo.” I said as she looked at me with the phone in her hands.“Your baby dadd
GEORGIA, ATLANTAA A L I Y A HI'm so damn tired; I'm drained and exhausted. My life is slipping away in my eyes. God, how did I have it all and now suddenly just lose it? I had so much power over Rodrigo… my son… my dad, even the damn bitch herself, Valeria.Even after dumping them for six years and returning, they still chose me. But now, nothing I do seems to work. Rodrigo seem to be ahead of me all the time.“Smoking is not good for the baby.”“Oh, shut up, Clara!” I raised my voice at my slow assistant as I puffed on my cigarette, now wishing I was really pregnant and this would affect the baby. At least I would hurt Rodrigo.“Mrs Roberts—”“Oh, damn, Clara.” I lifted my dress and removed the fake belly, then threw it on the floor. She didn't seem to really know I was faking it all this time, as she looked surprised.“I… I'm sorry.”“Come here… yes, come.” I called her over, and she hesitated, and when she reached me, I evilly smiled and then took a last puff of my cigarette befo
The words resonated in my mind for a moment. What my guard was saying was that the restaurant was bombed. Obviously nobody had ever survived such a thing before, so Valeria was dead. The mother of my daughter was dead.“How did you let this happen? Oh, don't answer that. I know you're calling me from the dead now, so put her on the phone.”“Sir?”“What's the matter? I asked to make sure she's safe, so if the restaurant was bombed, that means you also died, right?”“I'm sorry, sir.”"Don't be sorry; just put her on the phone. Let me speak to her.”“I'm afraid it's not possible, sir.”“I don't like jokes, okay? I asked that you stay close to her all the time. That means if she died there, then you also died.”“I'm sorry. I wasn't with her, sir, but I had someone watching her. They are the ones that gave me the update.”“But I asked you to watch her.”“Apologies, sir. Oh, it's him. Let me pick up.” He quickly put me on hold, and I switched the phone to my left hand and started removing t
W A S H I N G T O N D.CR O D R I G OWe arrived here a few hours ago. Mom's friend, Mr. Steele, had guards pick us up from the airport and bring us straight to the White House. Right now I was getting ready. I had just taken a shower while everyone else was in the living area.I didn't want to stay here. I had to go back and figure out how to help Valeria, but I had to sleep today so I could help Parker get comfortable here. I know Valeria would prefer I do that.“Yes.” I said as someone knocked on the door. I was sharing the room with Anthony, while the three ladies slept in the other room. “Oh, Mr. President.”“Rodrigo, right?”“Y-yes.” I quickly fixed my tie and walked to greet him. I don't think I had been in the same room with him before. The man who runs billions of people.“Grant, please. Call me Grant.” He took my hand, shook it, and gave me a manly hug, clapping my back.“Mr. Steele said you were out?” It came out like a question. I was referring to the chief of staff, my m
I remember when I was growing up, after being told I was a surrogate’s daughter, I always wondered who my mom was.If she was sweet, beautiful, you know, all those things. But I never thought she was a billionaire. Never imagined she was this. A skilled killer. Or a criminal, like Nona called her.I mean, sure, I thought she was just a broke woman since she did surrogacy. Most people who do that are desperate, broke ones. I thought maybe she was doing illegal things to survive, you know like drugs, but I never imagined she was this bad — especially killing her own parents.“Baby, I don't understand why we have to meet here,” she said as she pulled away, and I pulled a fake smile. Well, not entirely, as somehow, even with her being this, I was glad she was here. The hug felt motherly, and that I can't deny.“Yeah. Would you like a glass of water?” I asked, sitting down while she sat and folded her sleeves.“Oh no, I just came here to talk. Tell me, is she bothering you? I told you, bab
Years ago, I would have easily broken down, having all these people talk crap and judge me without knowing the full story.Yes, I married Rodrigo and even fell in love with him when he was with my sister first, but can you blame me? I was forced to marry Rodrigo.He was my husband for years, and he was and is a very handsome man. Of course, any woman in my position would fall for him. Thus, I wasn't to blame for any of this.The host and Pablo both cleared their throats as if not knowing how to control the audience.“Are you going to shut this down or should we leave?” I questioned the host, and he looked awkward for a minute before he ordered silence.“We will have a turn for questions. For now, we would like to start the interview,” he told the audience, and it seemed to die down a little. “Ms. Wilson, I sincerely apologize.”“We understand. Can we just get on, please?” Pablo seemed to want to be out of here as well.“Of course. Alright, like we always do it, we have…” the host star