"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
The investors had been on my neck all week. It was my father's dream that Rogers Co, expands to more countries other than the United States.I was seeing through that his dream came true. And in order to accomplish those dreams I had to reason with the investors, telling them that my idea would go on with or without them. I had enough money to cover my own expenses, to start another branch first in the Philippines before I expanded to countries like Russia, Germany, Singapore and so many others.Their main concern was where I would get the funds and if I was managing the funds accurately. Truth be told I had never been so sure in my life of the idea. My idea had some bit of traction, five to six years from now our company would be soaring through great heights.I had been to the Philippines, actually lived there for two years and in all those years I had made friends from Pasig city, San Juan, Pasay, Makati and Quezon city all from Metro Manila. Friends who were great architects and
Three years later♪ I guess that flowers aren't just used for big apologiesI guess I should've been more conscious how you spoke to me'Cause when we'd fight, you give me space and not communicateAnd for a while, I thought that's what I should appreciateMaybe I was holdin' on to what I thought you wereBut when you think too hard, eventually, it starts to hurtThe version of you in my head now I know wasn't trueYoung people fall for the wrong people, guess my one was you ♪ I grabbed the spatula so hard while I tried sounding like Lauren Spencer Smith. I was making scrambled eggs just the way he liked them and I simply couldn't resist waking up to sing ' Flowers by Lauren Spencer Smith'That song hit hard, well technically I was in love with her voice and the way she put so much emotion in singing. I flapped the pancakes placing them on the white plate. After the eggs were done, I scraped them off the pan looking for maple syrup for the pancakes.If only mom could see me now. She
"Get down on all fours. Extend your left leg behind you and flex your foot, bending it forward. Then extend your right arm in front of you with your thumb facing upward"My nurse, Ava, said. I did as she instructed but there was no point in this since I could feel my whole body back to it's shape.Some things weren't working like they used, hell I didn't look like the same Niklaus from two years ago but it was a working progress. The scar running down from my left cheek was barely visible, that is, if you didn't look too closely.The wounds on my back were had healed and left nasty scars. Perhaps it was better that way. The scars reminded me that after everything that happened, I was a survivor.I managed to break all barriers that weighed me down, all barriers that wanted me to give up on life and just die."You must have a clear mind",Ava said turning to me while she heaved."It's hard to have a clear mind when my leg is hanging in the air", I grunted chuckling.My physiotherapist,