It was him.... Micheal!
Gretchen handed the phone over to her boss, and excused herself out of the room - even if she didn't, she was still going to be asked to leave.
"Hello" Mirabel faked a sweet tone.
"Sarah is back now. I want you here, first thing tomorrow." His voice commanded through the phone.
"Even after I told you I was gonna look for ways to separate them, you still went ahead and did what you wanted. You should have waited a little bit longer" Mirabel queried, letting go of her sweet tone.
"You should be thankful I didn't kill her. Brandon is my main target, I don't want anyone close to him. He should be single, that way my plan can push through.... When I was still young, I trained you Mirabel. A master will always know more" He replied.
"Leave her alone, please. That's all am asking for" Mirabel pleaded.
"Now that she's no longer with Brandon, I don't have anything to do with her. She was my
YEARS LATER **************** It has been five years since Beatrice delivered her baby. It was a baby girl, and Beatrice named her "Trisha". Trisha had those amazing features. Light blue eyes, heart shaped lips, button nose, and curved brows. At a young age, Trisha had won her teacher's heart and also most of her classmate's. Her personality was so great. She was kind, caring, smart and intelligent. Her aura was just so great; the way she walks with pride, the way she smile, the way she speaks fluently and the way she dresses . Beatrice made sure Trisha never lacked anything. As a matter of fact, Trisha was attending one of the biggest school in London, all thanks to Clark. Since the day he helped Beatrice to the hospital, he started visiting her, he won Beatrice's trust. Beatrice opened up about why Brandon divorced her, she told him the truth, because Clark was now like the elder brother she never had. He was always there for her. With his connections,
Trisha walked in the class, and the first thing she heard was the annoying voice of Olivia.Olivia was always jealous of the fact that Trisha was more intelligent than her. Kids and their jealousy!"The sassy queen is here" Olivia rolled her eyes. She was also five years old. "Saw your mum yesterday, she came to pick you up. Has she finally started treating you like her biological daughter, everyone thought you were adopted" She mocked, and most of the children in the class started laughing.Trisha was used to everything, she was used to their humiliation. But still, the love for her mum remains the same, she wouldn't hate her mum because of what they were saying.Trisha ignored Olivia, she walked to her seat and sat down, bringing out some books from her back."We all know you don't have a dad, making your mum a single mother. My mum always say that those single mothers are always engaged with differ
It was weekend, so Trisha didn't go to school. Everyone was present at home.They were all sitting in the dining room, having breakfast.Beatrice took some chicken from her plate and passed it to Trisha."Merci" Trisha smiled."You are learning French?" Maria had to ask. Trisha nodded in reply."Your uncle sent you some money, he insisted I change your wardrobe before going to France. He also said to buy you a cell phone, but you don't need that" Beatrice informed Trisha."Uncle Clark is such a darling. Mum you are so lucky, you have two great siblings. Uncle Clark and aunt Maria." Trisha said, as she cut the chicken using her fork and knife."Will you go shopping with me?" Beatrice asked.Trisha thought for a while before speaking. "No. I want to stay with aunt Maria since she's a day off work today... I need to spend some time with her before I leave.""You are making me feel special, Tris
"Always keep in touch with me, aunt. Mum got me a phone" She showed Maria her iPhone seven plus."I will. Behave over there, remember all what I told you. Don't stress your mum, okay" Maria stoked her hair."okay.""We will be fine. Take good care of yourself" Beatrice said as she hugged Maria .They were ready to leave for the airport. Tears gathered Trisha' eyes, she didn't want to leave Maria."It's just for a couple of months, everything will be fine" Maria assured her."Goodbye!"**Beatrice and Trisha stepped out of the plane. She looked around. Never did she thought she would come back to France, her plan was to live happily in London.She would try her possible best to avoid trouble while in France."Wow! The airport here is also beautiful!" Trisha screamed happily."Yeah. There are lots of good places here in France, don't worry I will take you to some pl
The next day, Trisha woke up and the first thing that came to her mind was her phone. Beatrice had opened an Instagram account for her and because of the beautiful pictures she had been posting, many people followed her.She saw that Beatrice was awake, and was busy with her laptop. 'It's so early and mummy is working, she didn't sleep early last night. She's overworking all because of me' she thought as she stared at Beatrice.Beatrice was sitting on the other side of the bed, her back was facing Trisha. She needed to finish the presentation before meeting her business partner."Bonjour maman (Good morning, mum)" Day by day Trisha was trying her best to learn French.Beatrice turned, she smiled and replied, "Good morning, baby. Come give mummy a good morning peck."Trisha shifted to meet her, and then pecked her cheeks. "Mum, do not stress yourself......Let's go on a mummy and daughter day out" Trisha screamed happily
Beatrice couldn't hide her smile as she watched Trisha twirling in front of the dressing mirror."This gown look nice, momma. I love it!" She screamed happily in her little angelic voice."Do you want to know the price?" Beatrice asked, still smiling."Don't tell me it cost you a lot" Trisha gasped."It's okay, baby. After all, it is my greatest joy to see you looking like a diva"."I look like one? Thank you!".Trisha was putting on the black turtle neck gown that Beatrice bought in London, it back was opened a little bit. It was so long that it was covering her feet.'This gown is covering my leg chain. Next time I will tell mummy not to buy me such long gown' She thought to herself.Her hair wasn't packed together, it fell on her shoulders.Beatrice was also dressed in a gown, but hers was blue and short. It brought out her curves, it was a sleeve hand. Mother and daughter really looked cute.
Trisha whispered something to Beatrice's ear. At first, Beatrice was shocked at how she knew, but later she summoned courage and walked to meet Brandon that Trisha had pointed at."Mr Emerson, I didn't know we'd meet up here. I am Beatrice, the representative Clark sent" She introduced herself and stretched her hand forward for a handshake and smiled.Brandon was... Flabbergasted was an understatement.The last time he saw her was in London, he didn't think that he would see her again. But she was working as a waitress when he saw her, how come she now works for a big company?.She was looking more beautiful than ever, everything about her screamed a strong woman. Her smile was still the same, her curves revealed more than ever.When Brandon saw her, he now realized why the face of the little girl looked familiar. Seeing the little girl called Beatrice 'Mummy' he needed no one to tell him that the gir
Sarah's hands fisted in anger, if Trisha wasn't a little girl, Sarah would have dealt with her seriously - no one messes with an agent and go free."Sarah, please excuse us. I will call you when I need you" Brandon sent her out, in order to avoid more problems.Sarah angrily walked out, leaving Trisha to feel victorious.The atmosphere of the office became tense, Brandon didn't know if he should talk about the past or if he should talk about business.Beatrice on the other hand didn't like the atmosphere, she didn't like the way he was staring at her, she knew Brandon wanted to say something to her, so she quickly spoke up. "Mr Emerson, is this a staring competition?...We've been partnering with your company for a long time, and now we've decided to invest more. But firstly, I want to see te book of account, to know what the company uses money for".Brandon was bemused at how Beatrice became so strong. The Beatrice he