MasukVarda's POV My parents had never been an option for me. They had completely forgotten about me. I had tried contacting them one time and my father told me they had moved out of town. He also warned me never to contact them again. It was more like a threat. Something like. “Stay where you are, we do not need you anymore. Your husband needs you.”So no, my parents were not an option but I did not tell Elisa any of that. I did not want to disclose my whereabouts to Elisa because I knew she was still loyal to Stephen and after the stunt Stephen had pulled today, I did not want him to know about my whereabouts. Elisa helped me pack and once we were done, I rose to my feet and grabbed my luggage. One thing I made sure I was not leaving behind was the phone Davis had given to me, it was right in my pocket. Elisa glared at me and this time, she looked like she was the one about to cry. “Elisa, please do not tell me you are about to cry.” I choked out a small laughter but Elisa did not eve
Varda's POV Elisa was kind enough to let me cry in her arms for an extremely long while. Afterwards, I was completely set and ready to leave. I started stuffing a bunch of clothes in a large luggage that Elisa helped me find. While I was folding my clothes into my luggages, I could feel Elisa's eyes on me. I knew she had a question for me but she was probably thinking of how to construct it. I cleared my throat and turned to gaze at her. “Just say it.”“Huh?” Elisa furrowed her brows in confusion at me. I rolled my eyes at her. “I know you have a question to ask so just go ahead and ask, you do not have to sugarcoat anything at all, just go ahead and ask.” I muttered. Elisa sighed. “Is it that obvious?” She smiled and I nodded my head in agreement. “Yeah, you have this kind of look on your face, the kind of look that wants to ask a lot of questions but is unsure of how to construct it.” I said. Elisa nodded slowly. “Well, Varda. I am just concerned about where you are going to st
LVarda's POV I had completely lost him, there was no sugarcoating the situation. The truth was clear and it was bitter but I had to accept it either ways. I turned around and just as I was about to walk away. Francis’s next words caused me to halt in my steps. “Do not go too far.”I shifted my gaze to him in confusion. What did he mean by that? Stephen equally looked confused too and I strongly believed it was something they did not both agree on.“What do you mean?” I paused to wipe my tears off my cheeks. “Because of the baby. Do not go to far, so we can always reach you to know how the baby is fairing.” Francis spoke so nonchalantly. “The baby is mine, you have nothing to worry about. After all, I do not want to use the baby as a leverage.” I said and this time, I did not wait to hear the rest of what Francis had to say, I began to walk extremely fast. I had a feeling Elisa had listened to my conversation with them because she was standing by the end of the hallways, watching
Varda's POV What did he mean by that? “The baby is in me. What do you mean by you are not kicking the baby out? If I leave then so does the baby.” I snapped at Francis. Surprisingly, he only smiled which meant only one thing, he and Stephen already had a plan and had made a decision without which kind of hurt because I was the mother here and if they planned anything, I should have been involved. Although another thing that made me feel down was that I realized standing here and trying to convince Francis to let me stay was all in vain. They had made up their mind like I said earlier so there was no point trying to stall or anything, I just needed to accept the truth and move on. “Do I need to explain that to you Varda?” Francis asked and I scoffed before nodding my head in agreement. “Of course, or are you forgetting that the child does not belong to just Stephen, the child is mine as well.” I said boldly. Francis nodded. “And I agree with you. The child is yours and no one is d
Varda's POV“Stephen is kicking me out of the mansion.” I said to Francis with a straight face. I did not care if he was occupied with the news displaying on the screen, I needed to talk to him and there was absolutely no point beating around the bush. Francis did not spare me a glance. His eyes remained glued on the screen and surprisingly, I did not get a response from him. I assumed he did not hear me, probably because of the loud volume of the news regardless of how loud my voice had been, I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt by repeating myself. “Stephen is kicking me out of the mansion.” I repeated in an impatient tone. This time I expected Francis to respond because I intentionally made my voice louder than before yet for some weird reason, he remained quiet. I was surprised when sudden boldness engulfed me. I grabbed the TV remote control and turned off the TV. On a normal day, I would not dare do that but maybe it was because this time, I was on the verge of gett
Varda's POVElisa and I sat on the bench outside of the mansion. She had ordered the guards to take Stephen's luggages insides, alongside the journal. I was too afraid to go inside, not only was it because I was afraid of bumping into Stephen but also because of what happened at the mansion, the gunshots too. Everything about the mansion made me feel unsafe, maybe leaving was the best idea. “What are you going to do?” Elisa asked, she rubbed my back gently and I was grateful that at least I was not dealing with all of this alone. If I had to deal with all these alone then I would have probably given up the moment Stephen asked me to leave. “Maybe it is best I leave.” I mumbled, my tone was low, barely above a whisper but loud enough for Elisa to hear me. “Oh no, please do not tell me you have given up already Varda. You sounded like you had a plan while you were talking to Fransisca.” Elisa said. I rolled my eyes, laughing at my own self. “I only did that because I did not want t
Varda's POVI stepped out of the hall, fortunately for me, I was able to tiptoe to the back of the building where there was no paparazzi, no music, no Stephen, just me.I sat on a small block and allowed the cool air hit me. The feeling of the breeze on my bare skin sent chills down my spine and ca
Varda's POVI was dumbstruck by the sight in front of me. Stephen actually stole my dress and had the guts to rip it into shreds. I felt this instant anger rise in me and I bit my lower lip to stop myself from breaking down into tears because not only was I angry, I was sad too. I felt so unwanted.
Varda's POV"YOU DID NOT JUST DO THAT!" Fransisca yelled at me, her eyes wide open in shock. On a normal day, I would have been surprised by my sudden action but right now, I was barely even thinking. All I could focus on was making sure Fransisca returned my dress back. If Fransisca does not retur
Varda's POVThe dress. It was right there on my bed. How did it disappear all of a sudden? Who took it? My heart began to race extremely fast in fear as I began to pace the room."Varda? Is everything okay? You said you wanted to show me the dress." Elisa said from behind me. I ran a hand through m







