LOGINPRISCILLA'S POV●●●●● “Mom, I'm sorry. I truly am. I shouldn't have said that in front of the driver. I guess I shouldn't have sounded that way. Will you ever forgive me mom?!!!” I pressed my mouth into a small pout, my lashes batting really fast. Having slipped past the doorway, now in the apartment, she settled down on the couch while I reminded on my feet, squarely in front of her. “I still feel bad. Moreover, you do owe me an explanation on how you knew all of that.” She said. “Your…your diary.” I managed to say, my fingers nervously tracing the back of my neck. “Oh really?!!! So you go through my stuff the moment I'm out of the house. Is that it? C'mon, that's exactly what an untrained child would do. And here I was thinking I raised you better than this.” She said. “I didn't mean to. I'm sorry, Mom.” I muttered another apology, refusing to meet her eyes. “You know what? I'm not longer mad at you, Priscy. I forgive you wholeheartedly.” She said. “You're not? Oh my go
RHIANNA'S POV●●●● “Rhianna, please…just let me drive you. I'm only being concerned about you and our unborn child and you know it. So why give me a hard time?” He gave me a gentlemanly look, one that is capable of making any woman melt right on the spot. “I am not a baby, so spare me the lecture this time because I don't really need it. Now hand me the keys.” I snatched the car keys from him so quickly before he could even realize, spinning towards the car to get in and drive off. I did, sliding into the front seat behind the steering wheel and shutting the door, while he stood there to watch me drive off. The little pumpkin in my womb however kicked so much that I nearly pulled over, but I kept going till I soon arrived at the clinic. “Good morning ma'am! You must be princess Rhianna, right?”One of the nurses quietly approached me the moment she saw me step foot into the reception. I looked her over from head to toe, giving her an unmistakable unpleasant look now that she was
ETHA'S POV●●●● The driver soon brought the car to a stop in front of a building. Which one exactly? Our new apartment. The one I had paid for so we could settle in, and maybe get to interact with the neighbors around. The driver swung the car door open, having me mirror his movement by doing the same. He walked straight to the back of the car to open the boot, while I moved to the other side to pull the car door open for Priscy to step out. She did step out, but with a frown on her pretty face and her arms crossed over her chest. “Mom, c'mon…I don't like it here. I really want to go back to New York, please.” She pouted and stomped her feet on the pavement, clearly upset now. "At least I'd be able to feel my father's presence, even if we're not as close as a father and daughter should. I wouldn't want to go through what you went through. I wouldn't want my life to turn out the way yours did. Mom, I truly want my story to be different from yours.” She added, uncrossing her arms
ETHA'S POV●●●●~MONTHS LATER~ I stayed seated in the bedroom for a moment, staring at the reflection of myself in the mirror, before rising tall to my feet to head out; down the stairs and past the opulent living room. It was time to resume my education at the tertiary institution, and since I had just given birth to a little princess as Priscilla, I felt this was the perfect moment to rebuild my life and chase my dreams once more. "Mom, I don't want to stay here. I want to go with you." Priscilla slowly stepped away from Freddie, who stood close to his pregnant wife, Rhianna. The deal was to get pregnant and bear him a male heir, but since my child turned out to be a girl, everything changed. He became cold, ruthless, and ended whatever bond or contract we thought we had. And soon enough, Rhianna too will give birth to her child. And if the child turns out to be a boy, Freddie would be crowned the next emperor, while she would ascend as empress, as already, the emperor had died a
LISA’S POV●●●●●I stepped back into the living room, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. Michael was still sitting on the couch, the football match paused on the TV, the remote in his hand. He looked up at me with a small smile.“You’re back,” he said softly, lowering the volume.“Yeah,” I said, moving closer and sitting on the arm of the couch beside him. “Everything’s fine now.”He leaned back slightly, glancing at me. “Everything? Really?”I shrugged, keeping my tone casual. “Just… a friend stuff. Nothing serious. It’s sorted.”“Hmm…” He didn’t push, just offered me a patient look. “So… tell me about your day. You seemed a bit off earlier.”I smiled, taking a deep breath. “Well, let's just brush that aside. I don't really have much to say about my day.” I tried to make it sound light, but the tension from the phone call lingered.Michael tilted his head, studying me. “hmm.”I laughed lightly, brushing it off. “I mean… let’s just say my friend had a rough night. That’s all I’l
LISA’S POV●●●●●Michael and I sat on the couch, our eyes glued to the TV. He had that kind of smile that made watching football look way too serious. Every time his team got close to scoring, he’d lean forward like the game depended on his heartbeat.“Come on, pass it, pass it!” he shouted, half-rising from the couch.I laughed, shaking my head. “You act like you’re the coach.”He smirked and turned to me. “You don’t understand football. This is passion, not just a game.”“Yeah, right,” I teased. “You call yelling at the screen passion?”“Exactly.” He grinned, relaxing back into the couch. “If you’re not shouting, you’re not watching it right.”I chuckled. “I’ll take notes next time.”The room felt light and warm. It’d been so long since I laughed this much. Michael had a way of keeping the energy calm, even when he was loud. We shared a few jokes, passing the popcorn bowl back and forth.We both laughed again…Then my phone buzzed.The ringtone cut through our laughter. I reache







