She was wearing a small blue shirt and a joggers pants with a towel around her neck. She was sweaty and looking all exhausted like someone who couldn’t wait to slump on her bed. Her long hair was tied in a tight ponytail and she was still without makeup as it was morning and her pouch, white and natural skin glowed through the window in the morning. Marcel glanced at her and saw how she dressed. It was like the Izabelle who just entered the room then was the Izabelle from years back when she was still seventeen. It was like being transported back to the past and she was just coming in after a rough morning jug. It was like time didn't change her at all and she was still the same person from years back. Carefree and naive. He was stunned for a moment but said nothing. Just as he took a step to move to the bathroom, the little child pulled at his hands and climbed off the bed to wrap herself around him tightly and begged. “Daddy don't go.”Marcel staring at the child’s face didn't kn

“Mommy, what if Daddy comes back and doesn't find us? What is he going to do then? Daddy might cry,” Rosie complained, pouting at her mother who was driving their car. If she was given a chance, she would ask her mother to stop and run back home as she was worried that her father might return. “He would leave and come back some other time, hmm? Daddy is not running away.”“But he might cry. I used to cry whenever Mommy was not around.”“Daddy is not a baby like Sie Sie. Daddy is strong and won't cry even if he doesn't see Mommy or Sie Sie.”The child didn't sound convinced by her mother’s words. It was evening already and there was an event going on in the Rossador’s mansion. It was the grandfather's eighty-fifth birthday and he had requested that both mother and child attend his birthday party that would be held in the Rossador mansion. It was a small party for family members only. Well, she had forgotten to tell Marcel that they had plans for the day and wouldn't be around if he co

“Izabelle, you came.”Izabelle turned when she heard her name from the side. Jasmine’s heels clicked as she walked towards her. Behind her were two of her close friends and they walked majestically to her. “Good thing that you honored grandfather’s invitation. I thought that you wouldn't come,” she said, coming to stand right in front of Izabelle. Izabelle contemplated whether to walk away or to answer the seemingly annoying girl who would not rest until she annoys the hell out of her. She looked at her from up to down. Jasmine was wearing a skimpy pink dress that hugged her body almost too tight. It was strapless too. Her shoulders and back were open and her hair was tied in a round bun. Her fair long legs made her look captivating and Izabelle could swear that she saw the eyes of men on the girl. She thought this was a birthday party. Why does it seem like a club to Jasmine? “I know my dress is pretty. You don't have to keep checking me out.” The audacity. What's pretty? Who was

“Your bastard daughter.” Izabelle slapping her today was surely going to ruin the reputation of her family. But she isn’t going to let her family ruin alone. She was going to take the Rossadors with her at all costs. “Yes, I’ll repeat it. YOUR BASTARD DAUGHTER.”Another slap followed after her statement. This time she almost fell on the floor if it wasn’t for her friends holding her and putting her back on her feet. Her hair which was straight previously was now scattered around her head and her makeup was slightly scattered. Her cheeks hurt like hell that she wondered what Izabelle put on her hands to make it hurt so much. She was surely going to need an ice presser for her cheeks. She raised her face again and glared at Izabelle. “One more word about my daughter and I’ll make sure you find yourself in the hospital.”“Just because I’m saying the truth and everyone is watching?” she laughed. “Come on, don’t be childish, Miss Rossador. Tell them the truth they all want to hear,” she

“Now let me make this clear to everyone,” Marcel started. This child here is my daughter, our daughter and I will take it as a disrespect if anyone dares to bully her or call her a bastard.”Izabelle raised her head and stared at Marcel. Their eyes met. Never would she have imagined that he would announce to the world that he had a child with her. Definitely not this way. She knows how much Marcel hates being the talk of the city hit here he was declaring to everyone that Rosie was his daughter knowing fully well that he was going to be in the headlines for a week or more. The silence in the hall right then as he spoke the shocking words shook the guests to the core. Even Grandfather Rossador was shocked. He never expected that such a thing would happen today but he was happy that Marcel stops up for both the mother and child. Five years ago when he heard that Marcel got his granddaughter pregnant and after seeing the whole situation, he asked them to get married but who would have b