LOGIN~ Isabella ~I hadn’t anticipated making a new friend… and certainly not had I expected to find a friend in Gabby, Kaden’s sister of all people.But for some reason… I couldn’t pinpoint… I just felt drawn to her like glue.Though I was still yet to find out if it was a bad thing or a good thing, really.“Lemme guess… New York has grown on you?” Were her first words when we met at Gold Coffee. “I’m being too obvious now, aren’t I?” I smiled, hugging her before we each took our seats beside each other. “Capuccino and blue berry muffins, please.” She winked at the young waiter. “Iced tea and a croissant.” I watched him nod as he took down our orders. “So my brother mentioned you’ve been living with Emmerson Winters for months now.” There was no judgment or accusation in her tone, just pure curiosity.“Guilty as charged.” I replied as we chuckled. “The guy is pretty hot, though.”“Maybe…” he was technically my husband on paper, but it kind of felt wrong to think of it that way, since
~ Emmerson ~I never thought being out of the house could feel so freeing.Though I had been cleared over a week ago, Isabella had insisted I stay indoors until today.Not like I was complaining though… I enjoy spending time with her and our little make-out sessions whenever she comes over to check up on me.Like me, she hadn’t completely taken a break from work… but has shifted most of her work to virtual…We hadn’t spoken of what her plans for the future were.Heck… We hadn’t even been able to talk about us and where we now stood. I’d tried to bring it up so many times, but for some reason… the words always fell flat before I could fully utter them.But that changes today. I was going to surprise her with an impromptu dinner date and ask her if she’d be willing to do life with me. I was just about to head to the next aisle in the supermarket when I felt a hand on my shoulders.I sensed her before… she said a word.“Emmerson.” I didn’t have to turn around… I knew who she was… Sall
~ Isabella ~“Hey, sweetheart.” Carl waved as soon as our video call connected. He was in his favorite pajamas, lying lazily on his couch bed… in his living room.“Hiiii.” I smiled, loving how at ease I felt already by just hearing his voice.“So… what’s up?” He said lightly, his focus completely on me, which made me feel special.“Nothing much, just—"“You know when a lady says nothing… it means everything.” He winked… reminding me that I wasn’t the only one that had gone through the man bible.Though our relationship had kind of flowed… from the very beginning. I had to admit that our mutual love for books had actually cemented it. “I was just thinking….” I paused and wasn’t surprised to see him already listening attentively.“Is it weird that I wished I had my dad here with me, though it’s my mom that died?”Carl didn’t respond immediately… but simply stared at me until I got tired of waiting and was about to speak when he finally responded.“You wished you had a dad.”“Yes… but h
~ Emmerson ~I wasn’t surprised that Isabella tried to prevent me from getting involved in her mother’s case… because Jordan Wesley was indeed a dangerous man.It now made me wonder how Beatrice Chan got entangled with it. It couldn’t have been because of the money since she has that and more… so what?!I leaned back on my study chair. It’s been over a month since my surgery, and I was now cleared to do work. Not like I have ever needed anyone’s permission. But this time, I not only had to worry about my wife… but also my twins.Well… That still sounds very weird coming from me.Cos… when did I start thinking like a family man?Sally had never made me feel like that because she was almost always absent… but now. I do.I picked up my ringing phone and placed it in my ear. It was my assistant.“Boss.”“What’s up?” “We’ve got an offer from… Carl Rogers.” Isabella's dad… I widened my eyes as the thought struck me. I doubted Isabella knew about his position as her dad… but then I’m sure
~ Isabella ~“Have you eaten?” Emmerson suddenly asked, and I stared at his smooth face. He‘d recently been able to get a clean shave and looked more handsome than ever.“Not yet.” “Eat with me.” I didn’t understand what he meant… until he gently pushed the spoon I was holding into my mouth. I chewed on the banana oats while staring wide-eyed at him.“We can’t use the same spoon.” I muttered, looking around for extra cutlery.“Why not?” “Because—”“We’ve kissed multiple times, which, if you ask me… involves more exchange of fluids than this.”"But…"“No buts… just eat with me.” And I did just that, until the plate emptied out. I was about to stand up to dispose of the plate… and head back into my shell when he stopped me.“Stay.”“No, I—”He frowned. “Why are you being so hard?” “And why are you being so clingy?”“I love your presence; that’s why.” He responded without batting an eyelid. My heart skipped a bit at his words… I don’t think I’d ever get used to this version of Emmerso
~ Isabella ~“Are you okay?” Emmerson’s voice jolted me out of my daze… and I brought my attention back to his bandage I was changing. It’s been two weeks since he got discharged, and his wound was healing nicely. It was only a matter of weeks before he could go back to work.“Yes.” I say, nodding…though the truth is…I was far from it. It’s been so many days, and I still haven’t gotten any death on my mom’s suspected killer.I was running out of time…As I was regularly reminded by Emily…But what could I do?I couldn’t hire a professional private investigator, as some of the best ones were under his influence.I could only work with the ones I could afford, and apparently… they weren’t enough.I would have happily asked Junie for help… But I couldn’t drag her into this… not when she's got her triplets to think about… and we still haven’t figured out who sent the gunman.The man had insisted he was a freelancer and often had no idea whom his bosses were, and this time… It had been n
~ Isabella ~ I woke up from a dream I have always had, one where I saw myself being awarded my doctorate in clinical psychology. It never ceased to make my morning and always made me look forward to the grind of the day. I’d just lifted my eyes when I froze… the room felt unfamiliar. I tried
~ Isabella ~“Ma’am… the fall you had was great, and you’d lost a lot of blood as a result. We’ll have to perform an operation on you to bring the baby out.” I nodded, feeling a tidbit of gratitude at being told what would be done to my body.My consciousness soon began floating after I was shot wi
~ Isabella ~ …. “Who would have thought that a saint Mary like you would get pregnant before marriage?" Emily snickered as she made her way into my room, if I could call it that. It could as well be called a storage unit, locked in the fartherest part of the mansion. “And would you like to te
~ Emmerson ~ I’d always dreaded this day and always hoped it would never come. But as it turns out… it did. “I just heard from one of my sources that you’d gotten one of Beatrice Chan’s daughters pregnant.” I froze hearing my grandpa’s words. “How… did you find out?” “You think I wouldn’t fin







