AVA  "Could you go to the church with Melissa?, I'd like to help Helena get ready." I asked Luke who was driving the car with Melissa and Noah in the backseat. I wanted to see if Helena needed anything and hopefully not run into him on my way there.  "Sure, I'll stop over at her place once we are close to it." He replied and did just as he said when we got there.  I have never been inside Helena's house but I must say standing in front of her doorsteps are like standing at the doorsteps of a palace and I was really mesmerised by its beauty. I carefully pressed the doorbell and the door went open even before the bell was done ringing.  "Oh thank God you're here, I was getting worried. Come on inn, Ryan is not here and wouldn't also be at the wedding." Helena rambled and I just nodded my head, she is having the wedding fever and she's having it rea

AVA ONE MONTH LATER After the drama that arose at Helena's wedding, I've buried myself in work just to stop myself from thinking too much about it.  Helena left the country with Nick before the end of that day. I even enrolled Melissa into playschool just so she won't feel my absence, I'm so glad Luke agreed to help me pick her after school.  I still can't find it in me to believe that Isabelle would be capable of such a thing, she was always so calm and nice, how can someone with such qualities turn so cold and heartless?. I still shiver from the thought.  They say you either learn from your experience or be taught by that of others, in this case I've learnt from both, I'll always remind myself to never get a cook, nanny, or whatever form of third party into my house again.  I was pulled out of deep thoughts by a noise that was coming fro

RYAN I heard about the drama that arose at Helena's wedding and booked the next available flight home. I have a feeling She has a hand in this and must have had her plot made easier with my absence. When I arrived, I was told by Gwen that Helena left the country with Nick before the end of that day. She must have been seriously embarrassed by what happened but if she had let me attend her wedding or even stay close, all that wouldn't have happened. I can't even believe it's up to a month it happened.  Bored, I picked up my car keys from the headboard and walked out of my house. I entered my car and just sat there for a while but later slammed shut the door and sped off with no destination in mind. Soon, I stopped at the park and just felt like taking a walk around to ease off the stress that has tensed up my shoulder when a lady with jet black hair walking backwards with her

AVA FOUR MONTHS LATER It's been four months, four months since I last saw my daughter and each passing day has been more torturous than the one before.  I stopped going to work and had Luke manage it for me, what kind of mother would even go to work when her child is missing? Luke and Noah have been living with me since the day of the incident, Luke even spent a week with me at the hospital after we heard the news.  We announced the news of her kidnap on virtually every media we came across. I'm so grateful to have gotten a man like Luke and his brother -Noah- in my life. Despite the fact that Luke knew who was responsible for the child I am carrying and how, he still calls the child our baby and also takes good care of me but that isn't enough to take a mother's mind away from her missing child. I don't even know why her kidnapper hasn't called me

LUKE  If life was a wish granting factory, I would have wished not for myself but for Ava to always be happy no matter what and that would have been the best thing I've ever done in my entire life.  I've never met a woman who still stands firm even during this difficult time she is going through. Ava has been through hell and now it was as if she was at the top of a volcano which was on the verge of erupting. Each time I come up to the room which we share, it's either she's grabbing onto a picture of Melissa or her clothes. Just yesterday I found her holding Melissa's birth certificate and staring at it without blinking, I even called her name times without number but she remained there. I was still thinking when I saw her step out of the closet in a flare floral dress or better still, maternity dress. She sat in front of the dresser, trying to comb and dry her hair whe