“What did you two talk about?” Brantley aske Mila when it was just them. They had dropped his mother off at the White Mansion after leaving the support group.“I asked her a few questions about the ‘said’ sister of hers.” Mila replied.Mrs White would not brag about Brantley and Mila to the other members of the group. At least, both of them got the opportunity to listen to some of the stories of a handful of the members, including Mrs White. The experience made Mila appreciate her life more than she ever had. Perhaps, she just could not let go of everything that she’d been through, but knowing that she came out alive and healthy…that was a win.She did get a chance to talk one on one with Solange after the session was over.“Did you get anything out of it?” Brantley asked. “Hmm, maybe not, but I want to get closer to her and…at least I got to see the world from another angle today.” she replied.“Right, so what now? What are you gonna do from here?” Brantley asked.“There’s a lot you
WHO BOUGHT THE RIVERS' MANSION?"I regret the day I was born to you as a son. I thought that there was some redemption somewhere for you…but no, you are rotten to the core, I was blind to not have noticed it all these years." Carl took a step forward, frowning in disgust at the man he'd once relied on for protection and called 'Father'."I see you are holding up pretty good. It makes me happy. I need you to stay fit for what I have in store for you." Emille stepped forward and declared with authority. He held a domineering aura, even Pops knew his place.Emille tapped Carl on the shoulder, "let's get out of here!" Carl looked hurt, the frown on his face did not fade. His stomach churned from his father's disgusting attitude and mindset.As they turned to leave, Emille halted, turned back and landed one last warning to Grandmaster. "Oh, and one more thing, if you so much as think of pulling any stupid stun that would hurt any of my siblings again…. perhaps you think that being behind
Carlson's Bride 1"Where were you?" Mila asked as soon as Carl walked through the door."Oh hey, how was your day?" Carl asked back as he took off his coat and tie, clearly ignoring her question.Mila was sitting on the sofa in his condo, with a tray filled with toast on her lap, wearing his t-shirt. She'd been putting on his clothes all this while because she had not stepped foot neither in the Vert's Mansion or her bungalow, talk less of her apartment."My day was boring, but the evening was very adventurous and funky." Mila replied, filling her mouth with toast."Your turn." She looked up at Carl.He walked over to her and leaned down and planted a kiss on her forehead.He took a seat beside her with a loud breath as though he were an old man."Don't touch what is not yours!" Mila slapped his hand when he stretched it towards her tray. "I'm hungry, for Christ sake!""Oh yeah, get married and let your wife cook for you, not me! By the way, you have some explanation to make." "So do
Carlson's Bride 2"You again, hiding things from me, did you think that I'll never know?" Mila stood up."Oh, you want us to talk about secrets, how about you tell me how you came to own a mansion at the age of twenty and I had no fuckin idea!" Carl pocketed his hands."Oh oh, busted!" She whispered to herself."What mansion are you talking about?" She stupidly feigned ignorance.Carl narrowed his eyes at her, "Don't take me for a fool, Mila! You better start talking…." Carl pointed a finger at her."Or what….? She challenged, raising her chest at him. She knew that he could never punish her.Carl Chuckled, "I love the confidence," the smile on his face faded. "I'll kick you out!" She scuffed at waved her hands at him, "oh silly you, you don't have the balls to do that, and by the way, I'm not homeless you know. I even have a more spacious house than this your…." She paused, scanning the condo while searching for the best word to attribute it to. "....box!" "Ok, that's enough!" Carl
CARLSON'S BRIDE 3"Are you really his sister?" Charlotte had calmed down, part of her was scared that she just blundered big time by leaving the wrong first impression."Sit down!" Mila ignored her question and ordered her to sit.There was a little twist on Mila's temple.Charlotte obeyed Mila's order like a puppy."How did you two meet?" Mila started the interview. "I just want to know more about you." Mila added when she saw the look on Charlotte's face, "And don't feel bad that for all this while Carl has not brought you up, a lot has been going on in our family lately, trust me, there never has been a good time to talk about something like this."Mila thought it polite to explain."I understand." Charlotte nodded.Mila knew exactly why Carl never mentioned having a girlfriend___because of Pop's. He must surely love Charlotte deeply not to hide their relationship for all these months.Mila made Charlotte tell her all about herself."We met at a friend's wedding." Charlotte said.B
MRS WHITE ON THE TRUTHMrs White looked at her son."What did you just say?" She could not help but whisper."Mom, Dad…are you two fighting?" Brenda called from the stairs.At the sound of Brenda's voice, Mrs White peeled her eyes away from her boys and looked up at her daughter who was on the wheel chair above the stairs."No honey, we are not fighting. How did you climb in your chair by yourself?" Mrs White asked. "I never got off from it in the first place." Brenda's soft voice said."What do you mean by you never got off from it?" Mrs White forgot about Brantley and her husband and began making way towards the stairs."Did your sisters not put you to bed?" Mrs White asked as she ascended the stairs."Nope, I haven't seen them since twilight." Brend replied.Mrs White was stunned. She halted and took a few seconds to breath and calm her self down."What's going on with you and dad?" Brenda asked when her Mother got closer."Nothing you worry about."Mrs White traced her fingers on
I'LL BE BACKThe next morning, reality sunk in. Mrs White insisted on meeting Mila…Fabiola.Brantley, who had decided to spend the night with his parents, had to convince his mother that Mila was not ready for that. "She still needs time to get ready to face everyone. She's been living in the shadows for years, it'll be tough just coming out to the light abruptly. Please, just continue treating her as Fabiola until she is ready to tell everyone who she really is." Brantley had explained.After some moments of deep contemplation, his mother had finally agreed to lay low and suppress her anxiety.Meanwhile, the revelation last night saved the twins' asses from being ejected and pulled back home because they failed to tug their sister in bed last night.Speaking of the twins…they were grounded when they returned._______At Carl's condoMila was an early riser. She woke up pretty early and left the condo for the couple. Charlotte spent the night with Carl. It was only fair to give them t
CASE AGAINST GRANDMASTERJust as she stepped foot in her bungalow, her phone rang. It was Emille."Hey." She answered shallowly. It was still surreal having a grown ass brother. She still had no idea on how to behave around him, given the fact that she beat his face. It took more than a couple of days for most of the swellings to subside."How was your night?" He asked in a deep masculine voice. Somehow, she could hear her father's voice in the way Emille spoke…or maybe it was just her psychology messing with her."It was great, it was great." She went ahead to draw the curtains and let in some fresh air. It's been weeks since she stepped foot here."Did I wake you up?" Emille asked. It was clear that he too did not know how to act or talk to her. He was always careful with his words…only to her though."Come Emille, it is 11 am, I have been up since 4 am. Who sleeps at this time?" She went to her bedroom."Well, I know a lot of people. I just wanted to make sure that you are not o