I walked towards my kids, causing the maids to scurry back to their duties. I held their hands and walk past The nannies and the triplets.
Summoning one of the maids, “ Go and get my things from the car trunk and I want my kids stuff in the rooms of those illegitimate kids, I don’t care where those illegitimate kids wants to stay in this mansion” I said .
However, I noticed her hesitance to comply with my request. She stood there, staring at me, seemingly unsure of what to do.
Growing impatient, I demanded an explanation for her hesitation. “Why are you just standing there, staring at me? I want the triplets’ room ready for my kids!” I exclaimed.
The housekeeper, witnessing the situation, approached me and bowed respectfully.
“Ma’am, we can’t just change the bedroom of the triplets before their dad arrives,” the housekeeper responded.
“Really? What makes you think you can defy my orders? Why should the illegitimate children have priority over the legitimate twins?!” I shouted at her.
“I’m truly sorry, ma’am,” she said softly.
“Sorry for yourself! Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re fired when Alexanders gets here,” I said angrily.
I glanced at my children.”Raynald,” my son approached me and I gestured for him to sit on the sofa.
“Rayhanna,” my daughter came over to me.
“Come and sit,” I instructed.
The triplets entered the living room with Mrs. Colt and the new nanny. They seemed eager to go up the stairs and into their room.
“And where do the illegitimate children think they’re going when the legitimate children are already seated with the lady of the house?” I remarked.
FREDA.
As soon as I spoke, I noticed her pause in her tracks. Then, I heard her footsteps approaching me. I swallowed my fear and closed my eyes, desperately trying not to ruin my chance of getting my kids out of this house. I also didn’t want to be recognized by Briana or Alexander.
She stared at me sternly, her gaze traveling from my face down to my feet. Then, she referred to my kids as illegitimate. I was so furious that I wanted to hit her for using that term, but I had to control myself. I closed my eyes, took deep breaths, and opened my eyes again. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I fought hard to hold them back. I looked at my children, and they were already crying. I had to kneel down and embrace all three of them. I couldn’t hold back my tears any
longer, and Mrs. Colt came over to us.
“Daniel, Denzel, and Daisy, let’s go to your room. You need to eat something and work on your school assignments,” Mrs. Colt said.
The children peered into the house, their expressions filled with fear. They turned to me, and I mustered a smile.
“Alright kids, Mrs. Colt might be onto something. Let’s forget about what happened and head to your room,” I reassured them.
“I don’t want to go in. Mommy doesn’t like us and she’s been saying awful things,” Daisy protested.
“I’ll go with you. She won’t say anything mean to you,” I promised.
“You don’t know her, she’s really mean,” Denzel chimed in.
“Listen, you can’t just stay out here all day. You need to go inside, take a shower, and change into something comfortable,” I urged.
“Don’t worry, Regina,” Mrs. Colt interjected, using the name I had adopted for disguise.
“Why not?” I Questioned.
“Because she’s a cruel woman. She’s ruthless and could harm you. I want their father to come back and put things into order before you enter the house,” Mrs. Colt explained.
“It’s okay, Mrs. Colt. I’ll have to get used to it. You’ll be leaving soon, and I’ll be here with the kids. I’m prepared to endure any insults on their behalf as long as I can protect them. It’s my job,” I asserted.
“But…” Mrs. Colt tried to interject, but I cut her off.
“Please, Mrs. Colt, do not sway my decision,” I said with a smile.
“Okay,” she replied, and I attempted to hold my children’s hands, but they refused to let me.
It pained me that my own children did not recognize me and did not want to hold my hand. It brought tears to my eyes, but I had to hold back my emotions and focus on protecting my kids.
The children followed Colt, and I trailed behind them. Just as my kids were about to climb the stairs, Briana called out to them, “ Where are the illegitimate children going to? Do you think you have a room in this house? Those rooms belongs to my kids and not illegitimate like you! She says.
In that moment, I wished I could confront her and give her a piece of my mind. She was the root of my problems from the beginning, yet she refused to let my kids stay.
When she labeled my children as illegitimate, tears streamed down Denzel’s face, and he hurriedly climbed the stairs into their room, with the others following suit. Mrs. Colt looked into
my eyes, and I ran after my kids. They were about to close the doorn when I entered with Mrs. Colt.
They all sat on Denzel’s bed, crying. “Mrs. Colt,” Daisy called out.
“Yes, honey,” Mrs. Colt replied, taking a seat on Denzel’s bed.
“Are we really illegitimate children?” Daisy asked.
I walked over to her bed, knelt beside her, and held her hand. “No, baby, you are his real children, his biological children,” I reassured her.
“If you were illegitimate children, would Daddy have loved you this much?” Mrs. Colt chimed in, and all my kids shook their heads.
“Exactly,” I affirmed, and then I heard Freda’s voice behind me. She was holding her own kids…
Why are you deceiving them? Tell them the truth, they deserve to know the truth about them.
You kids were not valued by your parents, that’s why they abandoned you in front of my fiancée’s company. You were treated like trash by your own parents. The only reason you can have Alexander’s surname
is because he didn’t have kids of his own back then. But now that he does, do you really think you’ll be important? She says to my kids.
My kids started crying, and I clenched my fists so tightly that tears streamed down my face. I couldn’t help but blame myself for putting them through all of this.
“Mrs. Colt and her partner keep filling those kids’ heads with lies,” Briana remarked.
I couldn’t bear it any longer, tears still falling. I stood up and faced her.
“Haven’t you hurt these kids enough? Haven’t you said too much to them? Aren’t you tired of tormenting my…” I trailed off.
“Aren’t you tired of tormenting the kids? You have your own children. How would you feel if someone made them cry?” I questioned, and she suddenly approached me and slapped me hard across the face.
“Who do you think you are? How dare you speak? You’re just an employee in this household!” she exclaimed.
Briana firmly tells her me that no one should speak to her in that manner in their house, then she takes her kids away.
Mrs. Colt approaches me and apologizes for the situation, explaining that this is why she didn’t want me to come along.
“It’s okay,” I reassure her before returning to the kids.
Denzel then asks Colt if she can speak with her dad on a phone, to which Colt agrees.
Colt dials their dad’s number on the phone, and he answers after just one ring.
“Hello,” Alexander greets over the phone, and in that moment, I realize how much I missed hearing that voice.
Denzel takes the phone from Colt and speaks with their dad, tears streaming down their face.
“Dad, is it true that we are illegitimate children?” Denzel asked, his voice trembling and tears streaming down his face.
“What?! Who told you that?” he replied, his tone filled with anger and disbelief.
“Mommy told us,” Denzel replied, his voice choked with sadness.
“Mommy? Which mommy?” he asked, his surprise . Colt took the phone and spoke to him.
“Miss Briana came today and told them that, and ever since then they haven’t stopped crying,” Colt explained.
“Briana? She returned? When? She never mentioned anything about coming back,” Alexander exclaimed.
“Please stay with the kids, I’ll be back,” he said, ending the call.
I felt a surge of happiness knowing that he was coming back home solely for our children. It was clear that he truly loved them and was the best dad they could have wished for.
ALEXANDER’S POV
When my phone rang, my assistant had just left my office reminding me of my meeting with the board of directors, but I had to cancel it when Denzel called, crying on the phone, asking me if they are illegitimate children. I won’t tolerate anyone calling my kids like that.
It’s no one’s business if they are my biological kids or not. Then I remembered Colt telling me Briana is back at my house.
We haven’t seen her for the past three years since she left, giving me an ultimatum to choose between my kids and her. What is she doing in my house? What does she want? I’m going back
to that house to warn her and throw her out, never letting her return since all she does is hurt my kids with her words.
I grab my Blazer and rush out of my office. My assistant comes to me. “The board of directors are already on their way,” he said. “Please cancel the meeting and let them know I’ll inform them of the new date for our meeting,” I said, rushing into the elevator.
The elevator moves and stops after a few minutes. I step out and walk out of the company, heading to my car in the convoy while my driver starts the car.
Within an hour, the car is back home. I step out of the car in a hurry and rush into the house.
Briana steps down the staircase, flashing a smile while I didn’t smile back at her. She rushes towards me to embrace me, but I stop her with my hands. I was about to speak when two kids, about two years
old, come rushing down the stairs, screaming “Mommy! Mommy!”
I opened my mouth to ask whose closed my mouth and watched the kids running around, while Irene took care of them.
“Hey, stop that! Look who’s here, Rayhanna and Raynald, Daddy is here.”
“Alexander, meet our children, Rayhanna and Raynald,” she said.
“Kids? Our kids?” I asked.
“Your legitimate children,” she replied, leaving me puzzled as to how she returned after three years claiming the kids were mine.
It has been three long years since we last laid eyes on each other, so how is it possible that we have children together?” I questioned, trying to make sense of it all.
“I didn’t even know I was pregnant when I left,” Briana confessed.
“Why didn’t you inform me then?” I questioned, feeling a mix of confusion and frustration.
“At that time, I was so angry with you for choosing the kids over me that I didn’t want to tell you about the pregnancy. But now, the kids are starting to ask about their dad, so I had no choice but to bring
them to you,” she explained.
I swiftly removed my blazer and rolled up the sleeves of my dress. Fixing my gaze upon Briana and the children, I knelt down and enveloped the kids in a warm embrace.
“What are your names?” I asked the boy.
“Raynald,” he replied softly.
“And you?” I turned to the girl.
“Rayhanna,” she responded.
“Alright, Daddy is here now. But first, I need to meet your siblings,” I declared.
I quickly, I ascended the stairs to my children’s room.
BRIANA’S POV
” Son of a bitch” I cursed in frustration folding my hands across my chest as I watched him hurry towards those children he claimed to be picking up at the company’s entrance. I had hoped he would connect with my kids, but instead, he chose to prioritize those troublemakers.