"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,
"Will he like my shirt?" Rocco asked swallowing a big lump of saliva so much that his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.I looked at his shirt demurely. The blue Gildan t-shirt complimented his eyes and I snuck my hand on his cheek trying to calm him down.It's not as if dad would kill him. I mean sure my dad was-well a bit much-but he would accept Rocco because he made me happy.We arrived yesterday from Italy, after nursing our jetlag, I decided it was nice to pay my family a visit.They weren't expecting me until Friday but here I was-standing outside the mansion on a bright Thursday afternoon."Babe, whether he likes it or not. We are still going to get married", I cupped his cheek tenderly.Few years down the line and the house still looked the same. The mansion stood there as if the surrounding nature had embraced it, that the flora flowed within it as much as around it. It had tall glass windows that bounced the sun's light shyly on the rest of the vegetation.Truly I was home. I
'There's three ways to go about it. You could either, choose to seek damages against the party that breached the contract. That is suing for damages like money spent on her keeping and all that's'Or you could either offer the person who breached the contract the choice of performing a certain activity related to the contract''Or you yourself could ask the court to have the contract cancelled. Once it's cancelled it removes all parties of responsibilities and liabilities related to the contract'**Attorney Diaz had informed me of that the day I decided to come up with such a thing as suing Isabella Montgomery.Whether she liked it or not, we were going to see each other after all these years. I knew the contract she signed years prior of being my girlfriend would come in handy one day.I memorized what Attorney Diaz said by heart knowing that Isabella's lawyer must have informed her of the same. The lawsuit I had filed against her was a precautionary measure to make sure she didn't