Claiming My Baby Mama のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

ELODIE To say I’m infuriated will be belittling the negative emotions surging through me right now. I never want to lose Miranda. Yes, I refused to put her in school, doesn’t mean I won't. I just wanted to make sure the entire place was safe for her. I don’t want her to run into people who know her mum or her twin sister. I made her stay at home all day. While I go out to survey the entire place. Each time I got back, she would always complain about how Frank’s sister beat her up. Most times, I find her tied to her bed. All in the name of being punished for her wrongdoings. I’ve always confronted her about it, and each time, she tells me how rude Miranda is. The last time she hit Miranda, I had quarrelled with her. I never expected her to do even worse today. And this is the height of it. I wasn’t going to take any more nonsense from her. “Apologize to Miranda,” I demanded. I had beaten her up. Frank knows not to interfere in the fight, knowing I won’t hesitate to fight him too, for

LEILANI It’s been two days since I let Pixie begin to live with us. Those two days have been more peaceful than I expected it to be. Pixie seemed to have been serious when she said she was sorry for her wrongdoings. Right now, I totally understand her. Malcolm doesn’t want to have anything to do with her, at the moment, his entire focus is on proving that the boy isn’t his, which I find unnecessary. Melinda became friends with Pixie’s son, whom we learnt his name was Ryan. Sienna now lives alone at our old house, since she insisted on giving us privacy. That day when she and Malcolm came back from moving our things, she had been infuriated when she saw Pixie. She had pulled me aside and scolded me, asking if I was in my right senses. I managed to convince her, even though I knew she wasn’t really confused. She had said she hoped I knew what I was doing before leaving that day. Even I do not know what I’m doing. But one thing is sure, I’m moved by my motherly instincts. I know how scar

ISABELLE It’s been two days since I found out about the little girl who has an uncanny resemblance with Melinda. At first, I was in so much doubt about the possibility of her being Leilani’s daughter, but then I decided to threaten Elodie, saying that I would contact the police as well as the girl’s real mum, Leilani Bradford. The threat had worked on her, she was scared and almost went down on her knees, while pleading with me. This one action of hers, further proved that she knows about Leilani and that Miranda was Leilani’s kid. But then, Leilani doesn’t seem like someone who would leave her kid or something. I mean she acts like a goody two shoes and for someone who was terribly religious as at the time she left. I doubted she threw her child away or abandoned her at the hospital. “I’ll have to act cautiously to use this to my advantage,” I thought, smiling. Finally, I got something that would help me go back to California without any trouble. The sound of someone knocking on m

SIENNA The moment I put down the phone, I raced up to my room like I had suddenly lost my mind, to change my clothes. Leilani raced after me while asking what was wrong. But then I was too anxious to speak. If not that I was clad in nothing but my panty and bra, I would have raced out of the house the moment I received the call. I randomly took any cloth my hand could reach and wore it, not minding if I wore it right. “You are really scaring me,” Leilani complained and trailed behind me, as I raced down the flight of stairs. I pulled the door open and raced to my car. Once I got in, I turned on the ignition, but then Leilani got in. “I will drive. You seem disoriented.” I didn’t argue with her, I let her drive. “Where to?” she asked. “Mills Hospital.” Since the hospital was a really popular one, I figured out she would know the place, so I didn’t bother telling her the address. She stepped on the accelerator and sped off. Along the way, I explained the situation to her, but she

MIRANDA The unfamiliar voice of a female who seemed to be in a serious discussion with someone woke me up from my sleep, I stirred and my eyes fluttered open. I yawned and looked around at the unfamiliar room. I felt lost for a moment and continued looking around, wide-eyed. But then, my eyes landed on the figure standing in a corner of the room, everything rushed back to my memory. I stretched my legs and tried to rise from the bed, only to end up falling back to the bed. An unbearable pain shot through my ankle, and a tormented cry left my lips. I quickly looked down at my legs to know the cause of the pain, only to see my legs bound to the bed. Horrified, I wiped my eyes and looked down again, the chain was still there, it was so tight that any attempt by me to move my legs would make it bite into my skin. I immediately looked up at the figure that was now gazing at me, smiling like a maniac. "Why am I bound?" I asked, tears running down my cheeks due to the pain. "Come on, hon