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Owned and written by:- Racheal Dennis.

Episode forty-four🎄

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★★★★★

Writer’s pov

GRASSI’ VILLA

“Ma-Matilda” Mrs Grassi called.

A perplexed frown was on her face as she stared at Matilda and wondered why she’d suddenly show up at her doorstep, but Matilda in turn wore a sadistic smile.

“Aunt, you don’t look happy seeing me, don’t you miss me?” she asked.

“What are you doing here?” Mrs Grassi asked instead of replying Matilda’s question.

Her head tilted instinctively and looked behind Matilda, as if she’s searching for something or someone.

“Where’s Isabella?” she asked.

Matilda shrugged and scoffed, she stepped forward, bumped Mrs Grassi’ shoulder and pushed her out of her way and str-de into the living room as if it’s her father’s property.

“I asked you a question, Matilda, where’s my granddaughter?” Mrs Grassi asked again.

Matilda remained silent, she stood in the middle of the living room and let her eyes wandered everywhere – an-lysing every single thing she set her eyes on.

Mrs Grassi gaped at Matilda’s arrogance, not that it’s something new to her – but she thought leaving Jayden would have taught Matilda a lesson and her arrogance would be kept at bay.

“Nothing’s changed through the years” Matilda said, shaking her head in disapproval.

She paused and lounged on a sofa, throwing her expensive purse carelessly on the table and started studying her well manicured nails.

“Ugh, you and your husband are so outdated”

Mrs Grassi glared at Matilda with so much hatred, seeing Matilda again is a slap on her face and a reminder of a grave mistake she made back in the day.

“I’ll as you one more time, where’s my granddaughter?” She asked again.

“I don’t know and I don’t care to know” was Matilda’s reply.

She got up and headed towards the mini bar, she opened it and reached for a bottle of Hennessy.

“I should entertain myself since no one cares to” she said.

“That’s because you’re not welcome here anymore” Mrs Grassi gritted out.

Matilda simply scoffed, she proceeded to open the bottle of Hennessy and poured a good quantity on a glass.

“How can you be so careless? How can you say you don’t know where your daughter is and you don’t care to know?”

“Mm-mm” Matilda mo-ned after taking a sip of her Hennessy and she nodded. “At least, I can get good drinks here” she said.

“Don’t tell me you left my 8years old granddaughter alone in the streets of New York”

“Er…what are you gonna do if I say she’s roaming the streets right now?” Matilda asked daringly.

Mrs Grassi pointed her finger at Matilda, her eyes w¡dened in fear at the thought of her grandchild roaming the streets and she started imagining every possible scenario.

“You’re such a heartless mother, I shouldn’t have introduced you to Jayden” she growled.

“Oh…so now you’re regretting?”

“Yes, I am regretting it” Mrs Grassi paused. ” I thought you’re a good girl, I thought marrying you to Jayden would be good for him but I got to know you’re a monster at the last minute”

Matilda smiled and nodded, she finished the drink in her glass in one gulp and sat back on the sofa, pouring herself another glass.

“Stop fretting” she said, leaning back on the sofa and making herself look like a Mafia boss lady. “I heard she’s with her wretched father”

Relief flushed Mrs Grassi’ face when she heard Isabella is with her father, but then Matilda’s words registered in her head and she scowled.

“My nephew is not wretched, you’re the wretched and pathetic one here” Mrs Grassi defended her nephew.

Matilda lifted herself slightly and banged on the table, she seemed to find Mrs Grassi’ words offensive.

“You should mind the way you talk to me old hag, or your beloved nephew will know about how your husband raped his wife’s mother!” she growled.

Mrs Grassi’ eyes w¡dened as fear gripped and her heart began racing frighteningly, she staggered back but quickly got a hold of herself before Matilda could notice she was shaken.

“H-how did you know about that?” she asked, stuttering a bit even though she tried to keep her voice steady.

Matilda chuckled evilly.

“How I found out doesn’t matter, what matters is how would Jayden feel when he gets to know about this?” she smirked as she stopped her drink.

Mrs Grassi moved her eyeballs frantically, searching for nothing in particular as she tried to comport herself, but her fingers gave her away since they were shaking.

Matilda’s eyes landed on her shaky fingers and laughed loudly.

“It seems like I’ve got you real hærd there” she said.

Mrs Grassi quickly straighten up, she held her head high and cleared her throat.

“Leave my house, Matilda” she ordered in a very authoritative tone, but sadly, she couldn’t scare Matilda.

“Your house?” Matilda asked.

Her eyes roamed around for a brief moment as if she’s looking for something, then face Mrs Grassi with her left brow raised mockingly.

“You call this a house?” she laughed briefly.

Mrs Grassi simply glared at her through narrowed eyes, thinking of how to chase her out.

“Wait, why are you chasing me out? Haven’t you always loved me most? Didn’t you and your husband did everything in your power to make me your daughter-in-law? Why are you asking me out of your house…”

She paused, looked around again and burst into a mocking laugh.

“…oh, sorry my bad, your hut?” she asked.

Mrs Grassi looked around her home, she shook her head at Matilda’s description of her home -her home is not big but can’t be classified as a hut -in fact, it’s one of the most biggest modernized mansion in New York.

“Making you my daughter-in-law is the biggest mistake I’ve ever made in my wh0le life, because you brought nothing but pains to us!” Mrs Grassi said.

“Are you just realizing that?” she scoffed. “It’s too late”

“You’ve already divorced Jayden, you’ve server all ties with us, what are you still doing here? What do you want from us?”

“I only Jayden because of one thing and I believe it’s rightfully mine, but your husband and his greedy brother had to snatch it from me and then you and your husband forced me to marry Jayden -I couldn’t get it back then, but I’m back to get it now”

Mrs Grassi frowned, she doesn’t seem to understand what Matilda’s trying to say.

“We didn’t steal anything from you, all we have today’s from our sweats -we, the Grassi family worked hærd for all we’re enjoying today”

“Yeah, well, a thief wouldn’t agree he’s a thief”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Mrs Grassi asked.

“It is what it is” Matilda replied.

She sprang up immediately, with her glass of drinking in her hand, she walked closer to Mrs Grassi and looked straight in her eyes.

“Jayden sued me today, he wants Isabella’s custody and I swear I’m not gonna make it easy for him”

“You…”

“Well, I can just sign Isabella’s custody to him without us having to attend the court hearing, but on one condition”

Mrs Grassi glared at her.

“You’ll do it or Jayden will have to find out about your husband raping his deceased mother-in-law, you wouldn’t want that right?”

There was a very brief moment of silence, Mrs Grassi was pondering on her thoughts.

“What’s the condition?”

“Good, now we’re speaking the same language, Mrs Grassi” Matilda said with a sly smirk.

She finished her drink in one gulp and let go of the empty glass, making it crash with its shærds scattered all over the ground.

“I want you to…. ”

Episode forty-five🎄

★★★★★

Veronica’s pov

VERONICA’S TEAHOUSE

“What anniversary are you celebrating?” I asked, touching the roses admiringly.

He rushed to my side and pulled out a chair for me, I sat down and thanked him with a polite smile -yeah, I can be polite if I want to.

I tilted my head, looking towards the door expectantly, since this is an anniversary I’m expecting more people to troop in to celebrate with him.

“Where are the others?” I asked, when I saw no one coming yet.

He followed my gaze and looked towards the door too.

“Others?” he asked me back, sounding confused.

“My staff said you’re celebrating your anniversary, what anniversary?” I asked clearly.

Realization dawned on him, he smiled and sat on the chair right opposite me and adjusted his necktie slightly -I could see his ears turning beet red.

“Your staff must have gotten it wrong, this is not an anniversary” he said.

“Then what is it?” I paused and gasped as a thought struck me. “Don’t tell me it’s your birthday” I said in a bit of a panicked voice, because I didn’t prepare any gifts for him.

His ears became redder, even his neck and cheeks started turning red too as he scratched the back of his neck nervously.

I frowned slightly.

“Are you ok?” I asked.

“Yeah”

“Then why is your face turning red? Are you having an allergy reaction?” I asked worriedly.

But he hasn’t eaten anything here, my eyes quickly moved around looking for a flower but all the flowers are artificial.

“I’m fine, it’s just…” he trailed off.

“Just what?”

He folded his lower lip in his mouth and bite it, his eyes facing down and avoiding my gaze at all cost.

“Are you gonna finish your words?” I asked impatiently.

Or is it because he finds me intimidating? But I’m not that aggressive -right?

I cleared my throat.

“Stephen?” I called him in a calmer tone this time.

“T-this is our first date” he stuttered.

I stilled on my chair, my heart suddenly started racing after he said those words and I felt my cheeks heating up.

Even my hands resting on the table started shaking, I quickly withdrew them and hide them under the table.

“Da-date?!” I stuttered.

I stuttered? Wait, since when did I started stuttering? This is something new, I never stutter -I have always been a confident woman.

Could Cassie be right? Do I have feelings for this timid guy?

“Veronica?” he called me, pulling from my thoughts.

“H-huh?” I stuttered again.

“I..I know I’m not your ideal man and I’m not qualified to have a date with you, but I…” he paused.

Don’t tell me he’s confessing his feelings right now, I must be dreaming, can someone wake me up already?

“…but I wanna stay true to myself and be honest with you”

He raised his head and looked directly into my eyes, surprisingly there wasn’t any form of timidity in his eyes, rather I saw courage and…love?

“I love you, Veronica and I wanna be with you…”

“What?!” I exclaimed.

“Yeah, I know we just met and my confession is kinda abrupt, but it’s true, please give me a chance to love you and care for you” he said.

Ok, I’m choking on my spit right now -I mean, this is so sudden. What should I do? How should I reply him?

★★★★★

Cassandra’s pov

I checked my phone one more time, before alighting the taxi and rushed into the hospital building, leaving my charge behind with the driver.

Because I was in such a rush, I bumped into a few people on my way and muttered sorry but didn’t stop.

Few minutes laters, I found myself in the hallway leading to Mr white’s (Brad’s dad’s) ward.

Right, so this is what happened.

I had already boarded a bus and was heading home -by home, I meant Jayden’s place -when I got a text from Brad, reminding of our agreement to visit his parents today at the hospital.

That’s when I remembered I agreed to visit his parents with him today, so, I stopped at a nearby bus stop and quickly boarded the first taxi here.

“B-Brad” I called breathlessly when I saw Brad leaning against the wall.

He lifted his head immediately, he lets out a breath and rushed to me.

“I thought you weren’t coming” he said.

“Sorry, I forgot about… ”

I hissed as sharp pain struck my head, Brad stared at my head worriedly with a frown.

“Holy shît! What the héll happened to you?!” he asked.

He reached forward to touch my head, but I instinctively moved my head away and passed him a small smile.

“What happened to you? Why is your head wrapped in bandage?” he asked again.

“Em…”

“Em?” he urged me to speak up.

“I was in an accident yesterday”

“Accident?!” he shouted, making a few heads turn but I smiled at them apologetically.

“Stop shouting you’re gonna give me a headache!” I scolded him.

“Well, since you think I’m shouting then wait until mom sees this, then you will know what’s really called shouting” he said.

I simply rolled my eyeballs.

“Why were you in an accident anyway?” he asked.

“I played the heroin and saved a little girl”

He reached forward and flicked my forehead, which earned him a harsh glare from me.

“You think you’re some wonder woman, right?”

I wanted to reply him but…

“Good heavens!” his mom exclaimed from behind me. “What happened to you, Cassie?” she asked.

Oh no, how am I gonna explain to her.

“Mom, she was….”

“I’m fine, aunt” I cut Brad off.

He gave me a confused look, silently asking why I lied but I ignored him.

Aunt is going through a lot of stress recently and coupled with the news his son’s about to spring on her, I don’t think telling her about my accident would do her any good.

“You’re not fine, why’s your head heavily bandaged?” aunt asked worriedly, she came closer and started examining my head.

“I bumped my head on the wall yesterday when I was getting ready for work, but I’m fine now”

“You bumped your head?” Aunt asked as if she doesn’t believe me.

“Yes, but I’m fine, honestly” I assured her.

She gave me a suspicious look but decided to let it slid, she threw her arm around my shoulder and smiled brightly.

“Thank God you’re here, I was already bugging Brad to call you”

“Yeah, I received series of calls from him too” I replied.

Aunt laughed.

“Come on, let’s go in,side, I bet your uncle misses you more than I do” she said and led me in,side.

★★★★★

MR WHITE’S WARD

“What do you think their reaction is gonna be like?” Brad whispered in my ear, nervousness obviously dropping off his voice.

We’re currently sitting on a couch opposite his parents and they are looking at us suspiciously, or should I say expectantly with a smile -not knowing what to do, I returned their smile with a tight smile.

“I don’t know how they’re gonna take, but let’s just tell them first” I whispered back to Brad, without actually moving my mouth.

“Oh”

Then a brief silence swallowed us as I waited for him to continue, but he didn’t utter a word.

My head turned to face Brad, he’s staring at his feet and playing with his fingers, is something he does whenever he’s feeling nervous and pressured.

I reached for his hand and gave him an encouraging smile, he lifted his head and smiled back at me.

I nodded at him slowly.

“Tell them, it’s now or never” I said.

Maybe my words weren’t that encouraging, but it’s enough to get Brad talking. He squeezed my hand back to let me know he’s ready, then turned to his parents.

“Mom, dad, I have something to tell you” he said.

His mom scoffed and sighed deeply, kinda dramatically.

“We know and we’ve been waiting for you to say it” she said.

Brad and I exchanged surprised looks, we turned back to her.

“You know?” We both asked at once.

She nodded and chuckled.

“Of course” she replied.

Brad and I exchanged looks again, then leaned our tensed body back on the couch, taking in a deep breath and releasing a relieved sigh.

“Thank goodness, we thought you’d judge Brad and won’t accept him for being gay” I said and laughed.

But a sudden bang on the table made us tensed again, our relaxed body sprang up and we met Brad’s mom’s angry face.

“Brad’s gay?!” she shouted, her voice almost blew up the roof.

I grabbed Brad’s arm and squeezed it very hærd, I’m sure my nails even pierced his flesh and I could imagine myself peeing on my p-nts -i’m shaking right now.

“I guess, she wasn’t thinking what we were thinking” Brad whispered to me.

“Y-yeah” I nodded in agreement.

Brad’s mom is very angry right now, how am I gonna escape from her?

To be continued.