All Chapters of Forced To Marry My Husband I Ended Up With His Cousin: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

STACY “So you’re our daddy?” Layla bounced on his leg, the little traitor. Her siblings as well. They all just accepted his presence without so much as a word of protest. “Yes, I am.” He replied, his tone patient and pride curving his lips. “Why haven’t you come looking for us?” Landon inquired, finding the lapel of his shirt interesting and playing with it. Bennett didn’t even mind that the little boy might stain his shirt. He glanced at me, then focused on the triplets again, “I’m sorry, daddy was…busy.”“You could have come, daddy. We’re your kids, aren’t we?” Luca put in, staring at his face like he was mentally memorizing to sketch later. “Yes, you are. And I take full blame for not coming to find you. But I’m here now and I promise, I’ll never leave you guys again.” He assured them. And that made me feel uncomfortable. An emotion was warring inside of me, I couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it was. “You pinky promise?” Layla stuck out her pinky. He hooked his own pinky aro

STACY“When is daddy coming to pick us?” Layla paced the living room, looking very pretty in the princessy green dress Bennett had bought for her, and her black expensive shoes complementing her pale green pop socks. Her hair was tied with ribbons as the same shade as her pop socks. Her brothers were looking very handsome in their designer suits and red bow ties.Somehow, Bennett had managed to convince me to wear a red dress to match my sons outfit. “He’ll be here soon, baby.” I told her. Rita was also dressed in the new gown I’d ordered from Zaya Pearl, New York City for her. She looked very pretty in it. A black dress with beige colored strap heels and a matching purse. I’d styled her hair and used some of my make up on her. I was taking her with me for two reasons; one, I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving her all alone in the house. Two, I would definitely need help with the kids. Family gatherings are no joke and I have no idea how Bennett’s family was. I couldn’t risk h

STACYWhen I stepped back into the house, I already had my emotions in check. My confidence was back in bloom, alongside a need for arrogance, if need be. Rowland was right about one thing. I couldn’t — shouldn’t — be scared of William anymore. I wasn’t the young, unemployed wife anymore. I was a boss, a CEO of a famous fashion brand. I had to act like it. So, I slipped my heels back on, comported myself and was now weaving my way through the big family. Some were sitting and drinking, the kids sat in a large groups, laughing and playing amongst themselves, paying no attention to the adults. I spotted my kids amongst them, already accepted into the big group, treated as one of them. That sight of seeing Luca and another boy his age play with leggo bricks made me smile. There was Layla and a girl probably a year or two older admiring each other’s clothes. Landon was driving toy trucks and stationing soldiers to protect what I perceived to be his truck company against another boy h

STACYMinding my business, a smug smile on my face, I made my way back to where I’d come from. It truly served Eleanor right. And to think that maybe for a moment, despite the past, I’d felt empathy enough to want step in to help her, she’d seen it as an opportunity to run her mouth on me. Let her reap the fruits she had sowed. I briefly wondered if her family was aware of what she was going through in marriage. I didn’t think so, else, William and their mother, Veronica wouldn’t allow it. Maybe she was too ashamed to let them know. Wow. Life was indeed unpredictable. After all the pride and boasts, putting herself above me even though we were age mates simply because she had a family that cared. I hope William and Veronica would realize their golden daughter and sister was now in the same situation William had put me in years ago. That…A yelp left my lips as a hand pulled me into a corner. A mix of annoyance and confusion brewed within as I tried to get a proper look at the face

STACY I appreciated the fact that Rowland had held my hand. Not that I was scared, not at all. I was just in a vulnerable place right now. And I needed a support system. William was just as he used to be — an arrogant, toxic fool who thought the world revolved around him and I was still at his mercy. That argument was the last thing I needed, especially in a place I’ve never been to before. Every other face was either new or a past I didn’t want to remember. Rowland was a past but he was the only past that seemed reasonable right now, and I needed someone on my side.While I narrated my story from the beginning, telling the honest-to-God truth and leaving no stone unturned, including the abuse, how desperation had led me to have a one night stand with Rowland whom I wasn’t aware was even remotely related to William.Upto the part where I left his house, to stay with a friend and my leaving the country when he had gotten information of where I worked. By the time I was done, the wo