Dyan’s pov The next day, by coincidence, I called Tessy in the morning and asked her to come to my place at 5 pm. This happened without Taylor's knowledge. However, it sparked Tessy's desire to meet Taylor at the bar at 4 pm, and she kept it a secret from me.At 3:30 pm, Taylor got ready, took a shower, and dressed nicely. As he was about to leave the house, I jokingly said, "Looks like you found someone new." He smiled at me and left in his car. Our dad was wealthy and made sure we had everything we needed.Because Tessy was eager, she arrived at Keans bar before Taylor, who was driving. Taylor called Tessy from his car, asking, "Where are you?" "I'm already inside the bar," she replied. "Please come out," he said when he spotted someone he knew, and that person also knew Tessy as my girlfriend.Tessy came out, wearing a brown dress with black dots on the front. When she saw Taylor's car, she walked closer to it. "Get inside. Come inside," he said quickly, opening the car doo
Larisa’s pov It's been eight hours since Dylan told me about his relationship with Tessy. Now I understand why Dylan hesitated to pursue me, even though he had feelings for me. He was afraid it would seem like payback if he chose me. I can see his concerns clearly. It doesn't mean he doesn't love me, but it would appear calculated and vengeful. If I were the judge in his case with Taylor, I would say Taylor deserves the payback. Why would he act so wickedly? Jealousy! But it's not anyone's fault if he couldn't treat a woman well. Right now, I can't stay with Taylor anymore. It's like those girls he dated who ended the relationship and ran away. It also justifies my decision to escape from his manipulative hostility. As I continued to reflect on every word Dylan said and compared it to his and Taylor's past, I noticed a clear contrast. I couldn't sit on my bed any longer, analyzing my thoughts. My feet urged me to move around the house. Dylan had left for an important appointment,
Larisa's pov Why wouldn't I continue to love Dylan? Initially, I had my doubts about whether he would accept what I had to tell him. Deep down, it was a test, and he didn't know that I was about to judge him based on his response. From what I gathered from Dylan's parents, he didn't like visiting his hometown. And after he shared with me what Taylor had done to him, I understood why he rarely went there. But because of the love he had for me, he had decided to accompany me to Taylor's house when it’s due for me to give birth. I still remember when Dylan took his phone and called Taylor, saying, "Hi Taylor, I have seen Larisa..." "That's wonderful," Taylor sounded genuinely excited, and Dylan put his phone on speaker mode so that I could hear their conversation clearly. "But she mentioned something that makes it difficult for her to come." "What's that?" Taylor asked eagerly. "She said she can't come alone to your house. Why is she so afraid? Have you ever hit her whe
Author's pov It’s now nine months later and Larisa had started sensing the sign of giving birth and it started very early in the morning. Then Dylan got up from the bed. “We need to go back to your city.” “Then call your brother that we are coming.”Dylan immediately called Taylor and informed him of their coming. Before now, Taylor had begged Dylan to bring Larisa so that he could sign the birth certificate after she delivers. About two hours after Taylor had finished talking to Dylan, he quickly called Gabriel's phone number."HelloGabriel, the time has come. Larisa is finally coming, but there is a littleproblem." "What's the problem?" Gabriel askedas he sensed Taylor's panic. "I guess Larisa is in labor." "How do you know?" Gabriel asked. "Dylan called me and told me to collect to the airport with an ambulance. It's obvious. What if she gives birth at the plane or airport? Larisa has killed me. The thought out plan is about to be ruined." Taylor and his friend,
Author’s pov Taylor was very anxious and he was very uncomfortable as things were going. This wasn't what he and Gabriel and the nurse they had already paid had planned. The high ranking doctor wasn't around and no one could administer any drug to Larisa without his approval. When the time was 4pm, Taylor took Gabriel for the third time and they went out. “What's happening? I'm running out of patience. This is not what we planned. Larisa and the baby are doing fine. What are you waiting for?” “I don't think we can do anything now. I guess it will be tomorrow.” “Tomorrow? I overheard the doctor saying that she is strong and she can go home tomorrow. Is this what we planned?” Taylor asked. “Why can't we give her the drug in your house? It will be very easy that time. The nurse we are using will be the one to administer it.” “I am getting the feeling that something is going wrong somewhere.” Taylor said. “Don't have that thinking.” “Why will I not have that thinking? This
Charlotte's pov "Get up, Charlotte! We need to talk," Harry urgently pulled my hand. My mum and best friend Ava were sitting beside me, and it was the final day of the award ceremony. "Harry, where are you taking me to? They're about to call your name on stage. Why don't you collect your award first? We can discuss whatever it is you want to talk about after we leave the hall," I replied. "No, please. It'll be too late," he insisted, pulling me away from my seat and the crowd of students and parents. The only person who noticed us leaving was my mum, and she wasn't concerned because she knew who was taking me away. The rest of the people in the hall were engrossed in the activities happening on stage, with medals being awarded to the deserving recipients. Harry had been nominated as the best athlete of the year. That's why I had invited my mum specifically and convincing her to come wasn't easy. I wanted someone I loved to share in my joy, and I knew how much this award meant to
Charlotte's pov The feeling of love was stronger than my desire to obey. My mother's words and occasional yelling from my best friend couldn't persuade me to open the door. I remained silent, consumed by pain and in my own world. All I wanted was for everyone to leave me alone. Eventually, it took the assistance of security personnel to break down the door. Perhaps they thought my silence indicated thoughts of suicide. However, what they found was a woman filled with bitterness, pain, and tears. My mother couldn't offer any immediate help, but she held me close, holding back her own tears. She did this to prevent me from crying even more. When I couldn't bear the pain any longer, I spoke up. "Where do I go from here? He meant everything to me. How is it that the men I loved never loved me back?" I desperately needed an answer, but my mother didn't rush to respond. Instead, she sat beside me and gently caressed my back. After a while, when she saw that my anguish had subsided somew
Charlotte's pov The cab driver suddenly stopped, and I looked at him with hesitation and asked, "Why did you stop?" My emotions were overwhelming, and my heart was pounding out of my chest. "We have arrived at the Premium King's hotel," he replied. To confirm his words, I quickly glanced out the window and saw that we were indeed at the hotel. Nervously, I got out of the car and stood in front of the glamorous building. I felt an urge to turn back, as this was something completely new to me. But there was a part of me that wanted to experience it. If it could help me think less about Harry, then it was worth trying. The first thing that bothered me was how the person attending to me would judge me. If I had to rate my level of decency on a scale of one to ten, I would confidently say six or seven. This was a new experience for me, but it was about to become a secret entry on my life's curriculum vitae. With renewed courage, I took the first step towards the hotel. Accor