CEO’s REDEMPTION

THE FEUD

“For such a cheap, filthy nobody, you got balls, girl! But you should know your place!” She says as she yanks her hand away from me. “I see you already know my name, but guessing from your actions I can tell you don’t know who exactly I am.” She scoffs, and I smirk.

I don’t know about this witch? She must be meaning the other way around.

“You are the one in the dark.” I retort.

“Then enlighten me.” She retorts back.

“Are you sure? Because when I start describing who I know you are, I won’t leave even just a single detail of what a rotten soul you are, Ellie Monzano! Should I start, or do you wish to cloak your evil and continue parading yourself as the victim?” I mock.

She heaves out a heavy sigh, and goes mute. However, if looks could kill, I would be rotting six feet under from her deadly glares. This means she isn’t done with me. Her looks and the way she is fuming says it all. Well, bring what you got, bitch! I am so ready!

“I think we have heard enough of this charade, Jerol! What is this? What is going on here? Who is this other woman who claims to be carrying your child?” Mrs McCall speaks, sounding like the real authoritative Mrs McCall I knew before today.

“I think we should go inside. Take them in. I will release the people and join you in a minute.” Father says to his wife who motions us to head to the castle, while Father walks to the podium to address the crowd.

Hand in hand, side by side like how exactly we walked to this gathering, we stroll inside the castle, but not in the bubbly mood I was in when I walked to this party earlier. I am a sad soul. Indeed sad.

Why do all the parties that Jerol organizes for me end up chaotic? The first one didn’t end well. Her mother even stormed out in the middle of the party. I was the laughing stock of that party – looked down upon, made fun of, and humiliated. And today, someone else came to ruin the party, and it had to be her. Again, the party ended in chaos. I feel like a bad omen, yet I don’t want to believe I am, because if that is the case, that would mean I am not meant for Jerol. My heart says otherwise, that I am the one, the only one for Jerol.

Nobody can love him the way I do. No one can understand him the way I do. And no one can give him what I have given him. Not this bitch, and not anyone else.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

My worry now is one – this child that this witch brought. Jerol might love me, he does love with the whole of his heart and that I have no doubt whatsoever. But his child with this woman is an obstacle. I am sorry to call it that way, but that is how I feel. That is how I see it right now. No matter how much he hates this Ellie, no matter how much he loves me, he can’t let go of his child. I can’t deny him his rights to be a father. I can’t be that mean to tell him to send this bitch to where she came from.

Worst is, I have to watch as he admires this bitch’s womb while mine is secretly growing in mine. I wish I told him earlier. I so wish.

Even as we wait for Mr McCall, his eyes are on Ellie’s belly. He is trying so hard to avoid it, but they end up landing there, and she is no amateur in seduction. The way she is hugging the belly, stroking with her thumbs and throwing evil gestures at Jerol is alluring. And she had to stand right in front of him to give him a clear view. And, can someone tell me why this Grego, that is his name, right? Why is he beside this woman? Why are they together?

Sensing Ellie’s bewitching gesticulations, I stand in front of Jerol, cupping his face. The bitch is being too much, and my Jerol is mine alone.

“Are you okay?” I whimper, and he strokes my back, his eyes darting into mine, but that is all he can do – just staring, but at least he slightly shakes his head, and I get the memo. I understand it too.

Who would be okay? I hope this does not evoke a relapse. I would die if he relapses into that state again.

“I am here, alright?” I say, caressing his jaws in an assuring motion.

“I know, love. You won’t leave me, right?” That was a silent plea that got me thinking.

I don’t want to leave. That had not even crossed my mind. But this woman, this Ellie? What if she asks to stay? She seems like the kind of a bitch that will force her way even where she is not needed and make herself the queen. How will I deal with that? How can I cope with another person trying to steal my Jerol?

“Everyone is gone. I have also ordered the servants to retire to their chambers. Now can you explain this, Jerol? Clear this misconception because I am lost.” Father speaks, summoning our attention as he takes his place beside his wife who is more confused than anyone.

“Isn’t it clear yet, father? Your beloved son has two women fighting for him. One is carrying his heir and the other is, just, plain. Are you still proud of your favorite son, father?” Grego spits, sounding like a jealous bitter soul.

He seems like the black sheep of the family. The outcast.

“I didn’t ask for your opinion, Grego!” Father roars for the first time since I met him, but he calms himself down after a second. He adds, calmly but authoritatively. “You, have so much to explain, but wait for your turn.” At his dominant voice, Grego zips up, discharging a bitter sigh.

As soon as now, I hate this Grego. He seems a dangerous oddball. I feel like he has played a great role in what has ensued today. But what?

“I am Jerol’s fiance – Ellie Monzano, daughter of Senator Eliud Monzano.” We all snap at Ellie the bitch as she introduces herself. “I left, but I am back to claim what is mine. I am pregnant, and I can’t ruin my family’s reputation by having a child out of wedlock!” She finishes making her point which seems pointless to me.

So she is the senator’s daughter? I admit I did not know, but now that I know, so what? This is no politics game here. She won’t have her way just because she is a senator’s daughter if that is what she is thinking.

“But, Jerol is with someone else my dear. You left and maybe took so long to return. You know you just can’t walk in and out of people’s lives anytime you want.” Father tries to reason with this bitch, but just so you know she is a wicked bitch, listen to her next words.

“I do not care, Mr McCall! Your son is the father of this baby and I am not going to put myself and my family to shame just because your son chose a replacement for me in such a short time! He has to take responsibility!”The way she says it, huh?!

And she dares call five whole months a short time? And a replacement?

“I don’t remember saying I will abandon my child. So I don’t understand why you are yelling!” Jerol says, pinning me to his hip as he stares at his ex. “I am a responsible man, so I will cater for whatever that my child will need, including my presence.” He will?! The bright grin on Ellie’s face is just, mind-boggling! It’s like she won a jackpot.

“Thank you. At least we have an understanding.” She bubbly chirps.

“Don’t rejoice yet, because there are conditions.” Jerol’s voice cloaks her annoying smirk at once.

“What…. sort of conditions?” She asks, tossing her glimmers in her belly.

“First thing when you give birth, we will conduct a DNA test.” Jerol says, and even I had to look at him.

Does he have doubts?

“You think I am lying about the baby? What insolent, Jerol?” Ellie defensively squeals. “How dare you?” She adds.

No how dare she?

“How dare me? And how dare you expect me to believe you after everything, huh? I have all the grounds to doubt you, Ellie, including returning with my brother. Who knows what else you two have been doing together?” Jerol fires, and the bitch swallows hard and dry, blinking twice as if there is some truth in what Jerol said.

Or is there?

“I bumped into your brother by coincidence so stop making up stories?” She defends.

“Are you sure I am just making up stories? Do you even know why I stopped looking for you?” Jerol challenges, summoning my curiosity.

Ahem! Why? Did he discover something? Like what?

“You are being so harsh and insensitive to the person who is carrying the only child you probably will ever have, don’t you think?” Grego speaks, sneaking his hand around Ellie’s back and pulling her back a little.

Such a sweet romantic gesture to his supposed sister-in-law, right?

“Ooh, I believe she can handle it and you too, jerk, know it!” Jerol barks, almost making me leap while Ellie snuggles to Grego. Jerol smirks as he speaks again. “For some bitch who had the guts to cheat on me with my very own brother, she ought to be the most brave person in the world.”Hang on! I think I didn’t hear that right. What the heck!

“You are so precarious, brother! An impossible jerk! We cleared that misunderstanding a long time ago.” Grego defends, but even the tremor in his voice sells him off. He is as guilty as charged.

“Yes, and I was a fool to believe you two rotten souls! But that was until my girlfriend disappeared mysteriously and I decided to look for her. My investigations on your trails lend me to Rwanda where you two have been fooling around like the disgusting immoral fools that you were from the start!”Silence falls in the castle. Jerol is murdering his brother and his ex with his murderous glares, while Ellie’s face is about to touch the floor from shame. His brother, well, he got balls. Hard balls. His head is hoisted so high as if he wasn’t just ashamed for the jerk that he really is, while I and Mr and Mrs McCall are still trying to digest the news.

What a betrayal!? People really are evil! And his brother did this to him?

“The fact still remains that I am carrying your child, Jerol. And my baby needs its real father.” Well, the bitch doesn’t know what defeat is.

“If the DNA…”

“I already have the DNA proving that this child is not Grogo’s.” She fumes.

Well, isn’t she so prepared?

“It could be anyone else’s for all I know. Whores of your type can sleep with any street dog!” Jerol says, and she raises a hand to slap him which didn’t get anywhere. He holds her wrist. “You are no longer the woman I once loved, so be very careful how you conduct yourself around me. I might lose it and pour all the loath I feel for you, Ellie Monzano! And I swear on the baby you claim to be mine, you would not like it one bit!” That was a deadly threat that these two immoral idiots should be weary of.

I saw how he lost his cool and vented all his fury on objects to the point of hurting himself so badly. I wouldn’t want to imagine him venting out his wrath on a living being. It would be death itself. I don’t want to imagine.

“You know what I didn’t expect?” Jerol asks when he lets go of Ellie’s hand, and she embarks on soothing it. It must be paining, but I feel no pity for the bitch. She asked for it, and deserved more than that! She is the one who deserves some serious spanking and yet the arrogant bitch dared to raise her filthy hand on Jerol? The nerve!

Before speaking again, Jerol darts his eyes between them one by one, as if searching for something. Something that even I am curious to know what it is. He seems to be gauging them, their thoughts, and perhaps, motives. He seems to sense something awful odd!

“I didn’t expect that you two would have the balls to show your disgusting faces to me ever again in the rest of your pathetic lives! And since I am no more the fool you once played with, I need an explanation as to what this sudden unprecedented grand return is all about!”Well, I also am curious! Was this planned? Did they know we had a party? They were not invited so why choose to return today itself of all days, huh?

Enemies of happiness and peace! Is there a story behind this?