All Chapters of Forced To Marry My Husband I Ended Up With His Cousin: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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CHAPTER 21: Her Friend's Personal Troubles

STACY“Is he someone you’re dating?” I asked, hoping she would say no. I couldn’t tell her who to date but I didn’t know how to feel if she was dating William’s cousin.Who was he, by the way? All my six years living in that house, I’d never heard of a cousin. They rarely talked about any extended family except the few times I’ve heard the conversations of a grandma who lived in California, in the Carter family home. “Eww, no. He’s just a decent human being. A good man.” She replied, sipping long at her cup of beverage. I was glad to see she’d gotten her appetite back. “That’s what you said about Bennett.” I reminded, clearing off my plate of croissant and polishing off my cup of cappuccino.She bounced her shoulders in a shrug, “yeah.”When it was obvious she wasn’t going to say anything further, I decided to continue the conversation, “I’m sorry you had to go through all of that, Tricia.”“It’s okay. I’m glad his cousin came in just in time else, I bet my ass I’d still be in ther

CHAPTER 22: Her Turn To Be The Friend Indeed

STACY The drive back home was a bit awkward and silent. Once the driver wheeled into the hotel, Tricia climbed down, already starting for the building, going up to my hotel suite with her small bag containing her personal items and few clothes. I paid the driver double as usual, and he was grateful, grinning excitedly as he waved me a goodnight. I went up into the elevator, reaching my suite in no time. I used my key card to let myself in, rather than knock on the door or press the doorbell. There was Tricia, her bag was nowhere in sight. She didn’t say a word to me, her eyes were glued to the TV. I didn’t see Rita and the kids. I stepped into the kids room to find them keeping busy on their tablet. I gave them the desserts I’d bought for them. Rita informed me she’d made certain they had dinner and had them bathed, and in their pajamas. She was surprised and excitedly grateful for the cake and ice cream.“I don’t know your favorite ice cream or cake. My friend and I just decide

CHAPTER 23: A Shoulder To Cry On

STACYIt was a long time before she finally stopped crying. She laid her head on my shoulder, hiccupping. Her eyes were red and swollen. My arm went round her in support, caressing her back, offering no words, but unspoken comfort and friendship.“I…I need to wash my face,” she sniffled, lifted her head from my shoulder, climbing out of bed into the bathroom.I used the opportunity to go check on the kids. Gently, I opened the door and saw Rita singing to them as they laid on the bed, eyes drooping close.She spotted me and paused. I gave her a thumbs up, and closed the door as quietly as possible, and went back to the bed to wait for Tricia.If Rita did her job well, within a month, I wouldn’t mind increasing her salary. For now, I was watching her. And oh my goodness! I had mentally planned to get her a new phone. Didn’t she have family who would call? She must have someone out there who cared for her. I quickly went online, entered a reputable site and ordered a brand new phone

CHAPTER 24: Chardonnay And Plans

STACYMy eyes misted, “you named her after me?”“Yes. I missed you a lot when you left, and when I had her, for that few seconds I held her before she was taken away, I named her Stacy. In my heart. I… that’s the hardest decision I’ve ever had to make in my life, Stacy.”Just when her eyes were about to fill again, she blinked the tears back furiously, determined not to cry again. “We’ll get her back if you want.” I blurted, not really thinking it through.She shook her head, “I signed forms and everything so it’s legal. I can’t just waltz in and take her from the life and family she now knows. She’ll be three next month. I miss her everyday. The way she looked at me…the innocence in those eyes, the absolute trust…like, I—I…”“Shh. It’s okay,” I comforted in a soothing tone, understanding her pain as a mother. “She’ll know mommy wanted the best for her.”“I regret giving her up, Stace. But then again, when I think of how my life currently is, I tell myself I did the right thing. I—I

CHAPTER 25: Moving Into Their New Home

STACYThree days later, that cab driver of mine came to pick us all up from the hotel to my new house. Tricia was right. It wasn’t hard finding an interior designer and it had taken her less than twenty fours to finish with the whole house. She had staff and dare I say, they were good and efficient. I learned she was one of the best in Los Angeles. I added extra cash as tip when I paid the balance. She was excited and genuinely grateful. Tricia had been with me, Rita too. The young girl had come without clothes so I had to order new ones for her the following day, plus the basic necessities she needed. Her phone was yet to arrive though, much to my dismay. Reputable my ass! I sent an email, and they apologized and promised to have it delivered today. I had to change the receiving address to that of my new home. Rita sat in front with the driver, making small talks with the guy. Tricia and I had the triplets between us at the back. Our bags were in the booth of the car. In no ti

CHAPTER 26: First Project

STACY “Okay, Mr. Flyndale, could tell us why you chose the NOVA?” I asked, scribbling ‘Brand’ on the whiteboard in green ink. This was our second meeting and our very first important where the main project would start. We were all gathered in the boardroom of his company this morning, ready to dive into fashion projects. As usual, he say at the head, his green eyes barely leaving my body from the moment I’d walked in.Well, it wasn’t just his. When I stepped through the glass doors of his company, all eyes had been on me, admiring and envying.And it gave me pride and boosted my confidence to know that my designs would never fail to turn heads.The gown I was wearing this morning was fit for corporate life, but the designs on it added to its flair and beauty. Even Tricia and Rita couldn’t help but compliment me. Zaya Pearl wasn’t just a fashion house, it was my passion. My dreams. And a constant, delightful reminder of what I’d built despite my early challenges in life. Every fa

CHAPTER 27: In His Office

STACY“I have things to do, Mr Flyndale. I…”“My office. Now.” The sternness in his tone surprised me. I gave him a glare, then started for his office with him behind me. I paused at the door, waiting for him to open it. Once he did, I stepped in and turned immediately to face him, “what do you want?”“You insulted me back there.” His voice carried no anger, surprisingly.I bounced my shoulders in a shrug, “well, you were stripping me naked with your eyes in the middle of a meeting. It was annoying.”He seemed to consider it, then nodded, “fair enough. But never talk to me like that again in the presence of my staff.” The seriousness in his eyes had me frowning, regardless, I nodded, “yeah. And stop sending me lewd stares.”“I can’t help it. Have a sit. I have a proposition for you.” He skirted his desk, lowering his tall, imposing frame onto his CEO chair, the kind I had in my office in New York.Saying nothing, I sat across the desk from him, “I’m all ears.”“I want to have you a

CHAPTER 28: A Fight Between Best friends

STACYThe drive back home was filled with worries and anger and betrayal. “Stupid Tricia!” I punched the wheel, the first angry tear spilled.I swiped at it, increasing speed once I had reached Roosevelt Rocky Road, I zoomed into the estate and soon arrived at my house, drove up to the driveway. Turned off the engine and got out, hurrying up the short stairs and into the house. “Tricia!” I called, breathless from anger. I hadn’t even noticed the house was quiet until Rita emerged from her room, “welcome, ma’am. Auntie Tricia stepped out for a moment. She said she wanted to go strolling.”“Okay. The kids?” I asked, already walking up the stairs. “They are asleep.” She replied, taking note of my mood and taking care with her tone. She wasn’t the one I was angry at, but I didn’t tell her that. Just went inside my room, almost jamming the door shut, controlling myself last second. I dropped the bag near my bed and undressed. I took a shower and went downstairs for a bottle of wine,

CHAPTER 29: The Triplets Father

STACY“Mommy, where’s Auntie Tricia?”“When will she be back, mommy?”“Where did she go to?”My kids bothered me as I tried to concentrate on creating a new design on my laptop. It’s been forty eight hours since I’d last seen Tricia and she was yet to return home.After I’d woken up from my nap, the effect of the alcohol had worn off, I replayed my argument with her and realized, shamefully, that I had said mean, awful things to her.Yes, I was angry but I shouldn’t have rub her painful past in her face. That was the stupidest thing anyone could ever do. I went to her room to find her and make up, but I realized she was gone. Her bag was no longer there. The clothes I’d gifted her amongst other things, she’d left behind, taking only what she brought from her old place. I tried calling her, it was unavailable. The many texts I sent her didn’t go through — it was obvious she had blocked me. I knew this because when I used Rita’s phone to reach out to her, it rang but she didn’t pick.

CHAPTER 30: Married But Troubled

ELEANOR CARTERI couldn’t stop the veil of tears blurring my vision as my heart ripped into a different pieces. No, this couldn’t be my life. I didn’t want it to be my life…not anymore. My hands behind the wheel trembled, but I didn’t stop. I kept driving as fast as I could. Away from the monster before he caught up with us. “Mommy, stop crying.” My three year old son peeked at me from his baby car seat in the back where he was strapped and secured, his child-like voice trembling like he might join me anytime soon. “I—I’m sorry baby. I…mommy will be fine.” Just as soon as we get away from your father. A sob broke through me, sorrow spiking through my chest. Bradley, my baby boy, broke down into tears as well, crying and outstretching his tiny, chubby hands for me to lift him out of the seat. I parked by the roadside, leaned sideways to unstrap him and have him in my arms, cradling him to my bosom, burying my nose in the small crook of his neck, inhaling his baby scent, relying o

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