I couldn't trust anyone. No one was telling me the truth. No one could be trusted. Everyone was my enemy.Nothing made sense. I was on the verge of losing my mind.Jenna Rogers hated me. I could tell from every single word she uttered to me. Niklaus. God-Niklaus lied to me? I was Gregory Montgomery's daughter? Everything was too much to process. I couldn't deal with everything all at once. Once again, I was at square one. Alone.I rushed out of the hospital, going to the one place I could think of. Having no money on me, I practically walked all the way there and that was the longest walk I ever had.I was hungry and weak but most of all, I was hurt. I clutch my chest walking down the busy road trying so hard to ignore how people stared at me.I get it, it was disturbing to see a woman crying with PJs on in the middle of a busy street.Each step was agonizing, I couldn't take it. I couldn't bare it. I couldn't bare everything, the lies and everything that had happened to me in one da
I lay low at John's place for about three days. I knew I had to sooner or later confront the inevitable that I was possibly Greg's daughter and most definitely Isadora's sister much to my dismay.John was at work like he always was and today was the D-Day. I held onto my mug of coffee watching the sun rise through the enormous glass wall view of John's apartment.Today was Gregory's regular checkups and with the help of John, we were finally going to have Gregory's samples for the DNA test.According to the plan, John would come up with some doctor shit asking Gregory to take some swabs of his saliva to run tests on his heart condition and later during the day, he would take my samples and my supposed father's to a DNA testing clinic within the hospital he worked.If I was his daughter, I would confront him tell him the truth about the Rogers; what they did to me to them because I had a gut feeling Jenna Rogers was involved in everything.I wouldn't demand anything from him but in my
'We are live just outside the multi million mansion of business tycoon Gregory Montgomery having received word about the appearance of his long lost daughter.We are still working all the details as the family comes to term with everything going on. We have however received an assurance that the family will make an announcement later this afternoon so don't go anywhere'I watched the chatty female reporter from the TV in my living room. The news hit me like lightning from a clear blue sky, they knew. Everyone knew.And she knew.I spent days looking for her only she already found her way home. My guts instantly told me that my mother told her everything and it scared the shit out of me because God knows how much my mother had really told her.I felt like shit. Inside an empty house, all alone, drinking cheap beer. I was a mess. I instructed Martin and the rest of my staff to take a month off.Maybe I was trying to be gallant by sending them off. I didn't want them to see me in this st
"You bastard!""My daughter! You hid my own daughter from me!" I stretched my legs on the bed, waking up and scanning the room for anything peculiar. I could have sworn I heard Gregory shouting and the thought about who he was shouting at scared me.I slowly got out of bed pulling the floral pillows from Marrakech to the side. The room I was staying at was nothing but gorgeous. The walls together with the Phillip Lloyd Powell chairs deployed tranquil tones of grey.Just opposite the chairs was a luxury walk in wardrobe filled with some of Isadora's old clothes. Not that I was staying in her room rather Marie thought since I didn't have any clothes with me, I could as well wear Isadora's old ones.Once my feet got into the fuzzy slippers, I went to the glass doors sliding them open. They led to an outside balcony that managed to capture the beauty of the vegetation of Montgomery's estate.I held my arms tighter once the harsh wind slapped my arms. I heard grunting once more and Gregor
JENNA ROGERSI watched my maid as she unscrewed the cork of one of my favorite bottle of wine. Chateau Margaux has always been my favorite brand of red wine.It made me think of maybe coming up with my own wine company or brand. After all forty percent shares of Rogers Co cost billions, that would easily ensure that.When the maid missed to pour the wine in the glass and the red drink poured on the pure white table cloth, I moved away from the table rather startled and also did she."Am sorry ma'am! I-I'll clean this up",the poor incompetent thing cried.It was rather too late to scold one of my housemaids again, she was pretty damn lucky that I was weary. That bottle of wine cost a lot more dollars than she did but I didn't snap at her. Instead I dismissed her with a wave of my hand telling her to get the hell out of my sight.I stared at the red liquid longer than necessary. It looked like blood, like the same blood I saw in my dreams drowning me in my own pool.'It wasn't my fault
"But Jenna wouldn't possibly do this! She was my friend",Marie exclaimed and I could now start to see where I got my 'trusting on the wrong people nature' from.She was just as naive as me to think that her husband's ex would want nothing more but to be friends with her."I assure you,Marie she hates me and maybe even you too. She made it clear to me that she wanted me out of her life back then", I fired back watching Marie leave my hands and withdraw hers to her lap.She was disappointed no doubt, because up until now calling her mom was hard. But that didn't mean I didn't consider her my mother. I was starting to love her little by little.Like yesterday once she learnt of my existence, she hadn't left my side urging me to tell her everything that happened to me for the past ten to fifteen years of my life. And even when she brought me up to this room I was so sure she must have slept in the next room to make sure I was comfortable."It's just all confusing and unbelievable. And Mic
Ever hit rock bottom? Well my answer would be yes. Maybe I had seen this coming but I hadn't predicted that it would be this bad. That it would hurt so much.I lost her and there was no way of going back. Forget about even asking for forgiveness, she would never forgive me not after I had blurted out that in one way or another I killed her uncle.Accepting reality, I had watched her walk away from me after she had declared she would send me to prison. Ofcourse she didn't mean it, she was just upset and I understood that.Once I left Gregory's compound, I decided to take a quick turn to a bar nearby. My face was sore, my heart felt weird in a not so good way and my shirt was covered in blood.Once I parked my car just outside the bar throwing my car keys to the shocked skinny valet, I walked in the bar ignoring the glances everyone threw at me. I get it. I was a mess. No one would recognize as the famous accomplished Niklaus Rogers.I hit some few shots before I decided to go to Blaze'
Tired. That's what I was after everything."We'll sue him. We'll sue them!" Gregory had cried once he knew of everything but Marie had stopped him from doing so because she knew Isadora and I loved Niklaus dearly. There was no denying it, I loved him but I was also going to un-love him and live. They had snatched away twenty good years away from me and it was pointless wanting to get back at them.Life was too short to hold long term grudges.I was trying to forgive them and although it was nowhere easy, I would try. It has been exactly a month since the DNA results showed that I was truly Isabella, Greg and Marie's daughter. And within the month, a lot of things had happened.For instance, Isadora told Daniel she was pregnant and dad came to find out that the child wasn't Niklaus' as he had been made to believe. I remember Daniel showing up at home, how nervous he was when my dad talked to him."What are your plans with my daughter and my grandchild?" Dad had asked over dinner.We w