~Eight Months And Some Weeks Later~“You know I'm not going to get into that thing, honey,” Marcel complained as he looked at the two of them. The two most important people in his life. Izabelle and Rosie. He was standing in between them and they were peering at him, begging him to do their bidding. Having two women in life is so stressful. He can't wait for the baby in Izabelle’s womb. The family of three was in a park. They came to have fun as it was a holiday and the mother and daughter duo were begging that Marcel get into the roller coaster with Rosie as her mother was heavily pregnant and would not be able to accompany the child up there. But Marcel was still traumatized from his last time getting on a roller coaster and had sworn that there was nothing in this world that would push him to get up there again. “Please, Daddy. Just this one time. I promise it won't be as bad as the last. Don't be afraid. “Who says that I'm scared? I just don't like how it moves so fast. Daddy i
“You still won't say, huh, girl? I'm going to keep whipping you until you decide to reveal who got you pregnant,” an old man yelled. He was staring furiously at the young lady who was kneeling before him with her head down and her blonde hair hung loosely around her head. Her belly was bulging out slightly, showing clearly that she was pregnant. The old man held a cane in his hands which he had been using to whip the girl before him who refused to say a word nor shed a tear. Raising his cane for the umpteenth time, he descended it on her, whipping her harshly on her back and ignoring the gasps of the few people in the large hall of the mansion who watched the girl get beaten but refused to move and stop the old man. Izabelle Rossador only gritted her teeth in pain and let out a low groan, blinking back her tears. The old man kept whipping her until he grew tired and decided to pause a little. He was becoming more and more angry because she shed no tears and refused to scream the answ
~FIVE YEARS LATER~“6th best celebrity photographer in the world,” Izabelle smiled to herself as she read that aloud from her phone. She was given an Award as the sixth best photographer in the world and the award ceremony was being held in Russia. Too bad she couldn't travel there due to some emergencies. It's been five years already and she finally achieved her goal as one of the best celebrity photographers in the world. She was one of the most sought out people that only a handful of people could get access to. That's how far she has come these past few years. It wasn't easy but she strived so hard to win. As if something flashed in her head, Izabelle’s jaw dropped as she gaped at the time in her phone and quickly sprang out of the couch and ran to the room to grab her bag. “Oh damn. I totally forgot it's time.”Running like a mad woman in her apartment, she picked up her small bag, wore her shoes, and dashed out of the house not bothering to lock the door properly. She would be
Izabelle’s eyes shone as a new ray of hope seemed to be in front of her. She stared at Doctor Zach in anticipation, waiting for him to say the prevention of another heart repair surgery. “Little Rosie would always have to be cheerful always. She shouldn't cry so hard again. Rosie shouldn't have any shocks or sadness. If she gets any shocks that lead her to the hospital, I'm sorry but she might have to get another surgery. These are Rosie’s medical reports. You should show them to the doctor in the United States when you get there,” the doctor instructed, handing over a file containing little Rosie’s medical report. “Thank you so much, doctor. I have to leave now. I have a flight in less than an hour,” standing up from her seat, she shakes hands with the doctor before walking out of the office with a grim expression on her face. “Mommy,” Little Rosie ran to her side just as she saw her coming out of the office. Izabelle’s mood changed as she saw the little bundle of joy running to he
Little Rosie stepped backward just as she turned around to see the person who spoke to her. There were four-built men who were staring down at her with a smirk on their lips. She stepped backward and her eyes widened when she saw them move towards her. “Wh..who are you, people?” Her mother had told her not to talk to strangers. Especially bad-dressed strangers like these men who were dressed in a manner that made her scared. Their trousers were ripped in different parts and their shirts looked too big for their body. Two had haircuts that seemed too ridiculous to her and the other two had a scarf around their head. Their eyes were dark and they seemed somewhat drunk. Surely they were looking like everything her mother asked her to stay away from. “We’re your friends. We have good intentions so don’t be scared, kid. Oh, are you looking for your mother?” One of the men asked. Little Rosie on hearing her mother stood still. Do they perhaps know her mother? How else do they know that sh
After sinking her little baby teeth in the arms of the bad man who held her tightly, Little Rosie freed herself from his hold and ran to the direction that they were coming from. Her little foot took her forward as she desperately ran from the men. Unfortunately, her feet were too little to take her that far as the men quickly caught up with her and carried her In their arms causing her to cry out and her tears streamed out more. She kicked and struggled in their arms, using her nails to scratch their skin and biting them in different parts of their bodies causing them to shriek and let her go for the second time. This time, she put every effort into her speed and ran with all of her strength with the hope of getting away from the child traffickers. She didn't run too far from them before her soft little body crashed into something hard or someone hard who seemed to be walking in that direction causing her to wince in pain. Rosie’s eyes raised to stare at the person she thought was
Izabelle’s eyes widened as her eyes met with Marcel’s. They both stared at each other in shock and it was as if time stopped for them. Their eyes remained glued and their mouths fell open in shock. Izabelle was the first to remove her gaze from him and swallowed before looking at the cheerful face of her daughter and then at Marcel. “Daddy is so cool, Mommy. He beat up those bad men to a pulp. They ran away,” Little Rosie giggled, bringing her mother’s attention back to her.“What bad men?”“They tried to take me away but Daddy saved me. He’s so cool, isn’t he?” Hearing that some bad men tried to take her daughter away, Izabelle dropped her carefully on the floor and inspected her body for any possible injury. Her eyes fell on little Rosie’s bruised wrist. “See, you’re hurt. Why did you move when I asked you not to?”“Sorry, Mommy. I was stubborn. Rosie won’t disobey you anymore,” she batted her eyes at her mother knowing fully well that she won’t remain angry at her when she gives
Little Rosie immediately closed the storybook she was starting to read and glared at her so-called godmother. Hmph. No wonder she was giving her all these storybooks that might take her weeks if not months to finish. She wants her forgiveness. “Is that why you gave me these books? Because you want me to forgive you? That's so artless, Aunt Ruby,” Rosie scoffed. “Ahh…no. That's not true,” Ruby scratched her head and started driving.”I bought the books because I knew you loved books. You know, it's my responsibility as your godmother.”“I don't believe you one bit, aunt. That's what you always say. Every time you do the same thing and buy me gifts. I don't want them. You can take your books back.”“No..no, I swear this is going to be the last time. The story books are for you. What will happen to them if you don't take them? Please forgive me one last time. I promise it won't happen again,” pleaded Ruby as she kept her eyes on the road but her sole attention was on the cute little prin