Brie POV
I thought I had already tackled my worst nightmare. I thought since Noah had dealt me with a blow, he could never hurt me anymore, but this betrayal was the worst thing he could have done to me.
To realize that he devised a seamless plan to get me out of his life for good and made me look like I was the guilty one in our marriage is a low blow.
He even placed the death of his parents on my shoulders!
No wife who served him faithfully like I did deserves what he did to me.
To think that I even shunned all efforts of my brothers to reunite because I thought I already had a family in him.
I almost laughed aloud at my naivety.
What a shame!
What a waste!
I loved him!
I trusted him!
And what did he repay me?
Betrayal!
My chest felt constricted from the pain.
How can Noah do this to me when all I ever did was love him?
How can he be this ruthless?
I gripped the sides of my seat, trying to control my anger, feeling sweat beading on my forehead.
Now, I was thankful that I never mentioned the baby. I can never trust someone like him with my baby.
Over my dead body.
“Briana? Briana?”
I looked at my brother's panicked face, not understanding what happened. They were talking simultaneously - with worry etched on each of their faces, but I could not understand what they were saying.
It was as if I had suddenly gone deaf.
My gut twisted, and I cried in so much pain.
“Blood!” I read the lips of one of my brothers.
In reflex, my gaze went down, feeling a trickle of liquid on my legs.
When I looked back at their ashen faces, it made me realize one thing.
“My baby? Don’t let me lose the baby!” I cried as fear engulfed me.
My mouth parted in panic. Fear blocked my throat.
Fortunately, the plane landed, and an ambulance met us on the tarmac. One of my brothers lifted me to run down the airstairs.
I was immediately transferred into a trolley bed and carted inside the ambulance.
My four brothers got in right after.
I grabbed my bespectacled brother’s arm. “Rowan, please. Don’t make me lose the baby.”
“You are not going to. I promise you.” Rowan replied, to which my other brothers chorused aye.
I nodded, and my gaze went to their tightly clenched hands until everything around me became a blur.
“What a sick b*stard!”
I heard Jenna's comment when I came to.
Charles shushed her.
“I didn’t realize that a man like that existed. He was not a man. He was a coward. A spineless, manipulative j*rk!” I heard Jenna’s voice again, ignoring her tirade.
There was the sound of the chairs scraping the floor and shuffling feet until there was silence.
I remembered what happened, and my eyes flew at the same time I jolted in bed.
My hands went to press my lower abdomen to check for anything unusual.
Then, I saw the emergency call button and started pressing. All at once, my door opened, and I heard the sound of hurried footsteps.
“You’re awake,” Jenna said when she spotted me.
“How’s my baby?” I asked Jenna when I saw her from the bunch of male muscles with a frown marring my face.
“The baby is fine. Don’t worry.” Her assurance allayed my fears.
I breathed a relieved sigh and leaned back on the bed.
“I thought I was going to lose it. ” I said, twisting my fingers in inner turmoil.
I do not know what I would have done if I suddenly lose the baby. I already lost my husband and the only parents I had ever known. I cannot afford to lose more.
Jenna patted me on the back. “Stop stressing and concentrate on your and your baby’s health. That’s all you need to do. Don’t think about that bast*d ex of yours.” She reminded.
I nodded.
“He’s not worth your tears, honey. No man is ever worth the heartbreak.” Jenna added, and she was right.
“Even my brother?” I asked, though my face was contorting.
Noah’s betrayal was still fresh in my memory.
Jenna sat down on the edge of the bed and took hold of my hands in hers. “Charles had his share of tears. The most he cried about is you. In fact. All of your brothers weren’t truly happy until they found you. All of them love you and want you to be happy. That is the greatest gift you can give them. And of course, this baby in your womb.”
I nodded.
“Does Noah know about the baby?”
I shook my head. “I didn’t tell him.”
“If you asked me, you had a clean break. Noah Hunter will never know about your baby or your secret identity. Let him think the worst and shock him one day.”
Jenna and my brothers left the room when they thought I had been sleeping. When the door closed on them, I slowly opened my eyes, and a plan started to work in my head.
One day, I will shock Noah Hunter and all the people who believed the lies he concocted about me. He shouldn't have messed up with someone like me.
Speechless! This word best describes what I was feeling right now. Do you know that you were amazing readers? Yes, you who stayed with me until this page. When I first started writing this story, I had so many trepidations. I did not think I would be able to pull this through. First, it has a little similarity to my previous novel, Billionaire Ex Wants Me Back, but my editor believed so much in my draft that she encouraged me to consider doing this. (My heartfelt thanks to Lyra Pinter, who had been a constant source of support.)My feeling of uncertainty magnified when I received so many attacks when the story was first published. Too many detractors lashed out at my characters that I had a hard time concentrating.I know what I wanted to do, but the first people who were vocal about the story did not give me enough encouragement. They did not give my characters a chance to redeem themselves as the story progresses. Fear grips me everytime I face the blank screen of my computer.
Briana’s POVThe soul always knows how to heal itself. I had often heard that phrase before but it was never more gratingly obvious til now. After I volunteered to be Charles and Jenna’s surrogate, I had not counted on the pain the act would invariably inflict on me. At the start, it was all too easy. For 40 weeks, I would be carrying their baby in my womb, and that was it. Jenna and Charles will have that baby they desperately wanted. Of course, Noah and I submitted to counseling before I did this, but I never expected that when the time came that I had to turn over baby Amira to her parents, it would hit me so hard. I had not counted on how my self-sacrifice would backfire on me. It hurts so much. I was so heartbroken when I realized that Amira would no longer be a part of my life. Noah took me to several sessions of counseling, and with his support, I was able to get past the hurt and accept that Amira was not mine.The rest of the family helped. My brothers hovered over me
Hello my loves, Jenna and Charles’ story was one of the most painful stories I had written so far. It was because I had to dig up long-forgotten events in my life.But I had to do it for you to be able to understand the motives behind Jenna and Charles’ actions and the pain they invariably inflicted on each other. Jenna and Charles were both non confrontational. They keep things in stride and hope for the best, but sometimes even with the best intentions, our pain could not lay hidden for too long. It needed to be addressed and voiced out, not because you wanted to lash out at your partner or give them the same pain they were giving you.Sometimes, our silence is our cry for help. Or it was a way to protect ourselves. We retreated into the inner recesses of our soul to find solace and comfort because the people we expected to comfort and provide solace for us could not hear our cry for help.But all’s well that ends well. Am glad for those people who had requested me to do a story
Charles POVOne year later…I was standing behind the french windows of the room I was occupying at the Rosewood Hotel, eyes looking outside toward my wife.This past year was a crazy one.Just as Briana predicted, Jenna and I barely had time for ourselves. The kids were growing, and they were beautiful to watch.Jenna’s laugh made its way to where I was.As I watched Jenna play with our children, I could not help comparing her to a rose in bloom.I could not help feeling proud of the changes in her.&nb
Charles POVWe placed our babies in a customized baby carrier that could fit the four of them, and Jenna and I walked out of the suite that had been our temporary home for the past month.At the lobby, we looked like we were on a parade with our nannies in tow and bodyguards, but that’s a small price to pay for the security and safety of my family.“Jenna! Charles!” Beth called out to us.We stopped when we neared her.“Where are your kids?” I asked after she and Jenna hugged each other.I learned this past month that Beth chose to be a stay-at-home m
Charles POVThe next day, our other two babies were born one after the other.Jenna and I were also there to witness everything and become part of our children’s birth.Jenna’s eyes were puffy when she held our two other newborns in her arms. She had been crying nonstop since yesterday because it still had not sunk in that she was a mom of four babies.When we visited Briana, she and Jenna had a long talk.Briana was smiling, but I could see that she was at a loss when it was time to take the baby away from her.I realized that this ordeal put a lot of strain on