Jared P.O.V.I can't let my wife and unborn child die because of some family drama. I don't even know why they have so much animosity towards each other.Besides, finding Ivanka and dragging her to the hospital by her hair and forcefully making her give her blood.What other options do I have? I can call my parents and get them to offer Ivanka money in exchange for her cooperation. No! That would be rewarding her terrible behavior.I know I can contact my godfather, Police Commissioner Rick Fox, and ask him to do me a solid. He can have a strong conversation with Ivanka, advising her to do the right thing.__________Two hours later and my whole family is here rallying around us for support along with Keisha's close family and friends. Most importantly, my godfather, Police Commissioner Rick Fox, has agreed to contact Ivanka on our family's behalf.Ivanka P.O.V.Wow! The Philadelphia police department is actually calling me now. This can't be a good sign. I thought to myself as Michae
Ivanka P.O.V.Next, I received a call from Aunt Kathy stating that they were making funeral arrangements and wanted me present at the funeral home in the morning. I declined the offer. I was done being sucked back into their drama.Later that evening in the comfort of Michael's house, after enjoying a steaming hot bubble bath and a glass of wine, as I walked into the bedroom I heard the faint sound of my buzzing cellphone on my nightstand. I stepped towards the table and saw the caller ID.I smiled and picked up my cellphone before moving to the balcony."Ivanka, what is wrong with you? Why have you not been answering and returning my calls?" Jared's voice was filled with venom and hatred as I activated the call recorder.He didn't wait for my response as he continued his tirade. "As much as I wish you dead for trying to kill my unborn child, and I don't want to let you off the hook. I want to make you suffer. Keisha and her family want me to show you mercy."I stood on the balcony li
Ivanka P.O.V.Emily and I sat in Michael's law office confident that the video footage of our visit to my parents' home would clear us of any wrongdoing. If we needed to go that route with law enforcement. In addition, Michael was preparing to launch a online campaign to destroy both families. Furthermore, Michael was upset that Jared had dared to strike me. He promised to punch Jared in the face for me and get a restraining order for harassment.As we sat waiting for the calls to start pouring in from my family trying to extort money from me, I decided to use that time to finalize my guest list for the wonderful couple engagement / wedding reception party. I had sent out electronic invites and had received alot of confirmations back except from a few. So I decided to personally call them to invite them.First, I contacted our distant cousin, Joharia Rouse. My family had cut her off and started shunning her because she married a white man with a peeing fetish. Her husband, Merrill, ge
Ivanka P.O.V.Keisha's mother and my mother were the two older black women that showed up at Michael's house. It seemed they had someone to following me around, and they wanted to know what I was doing with him. Michael informed them that we had mutual friends and business deals going on. He didn't want to mess up our grand reveal of our upcoming marriage at the lovely couple's engagement party.However, that has not stopped them from plotting against me. The very next day, I receive a call from my bank informing me that someone had tried to open two new credit cards under my name. Luckily, my fraud alert protection plan saved me. They didn't know the password or the identity question and answer.I am so glad I invested my $14.99 a month to protect myself. I have a 750 credit score to protect. I don't want my family to steal my identity and open up a bunch of accounts under my name and stick me with the bill.A week later, my bank called claiming a woman had entered the bank claiming
Jared P.O.V.In the early morning hours at Jared's apartmentI had the craziest dream ever last night.I dreamt last night that I was married to Ivanka and my brother Manfred was married to her sister Tiffany.Manfred died during a mission for the navy overseas, leaving my mother heartbroken and distraught.Devastated, my mother, Helena Brooks, begged me and Ivanka to agree to allow me and Tiffany to have a child together in honor of my brother and view it as our nephew."I have to give my eldest son an heir! I can't let his legacy vanish." my mother cried, wiping her tears. "Ivanka, please just think about me and Tiffany. Let them do this for Manfred."Ivanka stood there looking like she had seen a ghost, too stunned to respond. Her mother, Mary Harris, spoke up tearfully. "Ivanka, please Tiffany hasn't been herself since Manfred died. She's barely holding on..... I don't know how much longer she can bare to live with her grief. She needs something to live for, please.""Please Ivank
Author P.O.V.Meanwhile, in an empty W hotel suite......................................."Dad and Uncles Ali, Omar, Ibrahim, Hasan, Muhammad and Khalid, I want to apologize for having you see me in that situation. I never wanted any of you to know about that part of my life." voiced Amir in a somber tone."I have never been so ashamed of anyone in my life. How could you disgrace me and your mother like this?" yelled his father Youseef, in a seriously unforgiving and disapproving tone."Father, it's who I am. I like men and women. I am bisexual. I am not ashamed of it. Please accept me. I am still your son and I still love this family." pleaded Amir."What is bisexual?" asked his Uncle Omar, frowning."A damn excuse!" stated his Uncle Ali, with a grim expression in a very matter-of-fact tone."No such thing! You are either one or the other." voiced his Uncle Ibrahim, as his hard, stony eyes dared Amir to challenge his words."No such creature!" growled his Uncle Muhammad with a stern