1PARA3LA 01, 99

Dear mother,

It's been years since V and I were married. Two brats and not a girl to show for it. Not one!!! And you know the worst part of it all? V had a miscarriage yesterday. The baby she had been carrying was a girl. The perfect little girl I'd always wanted.

I can see the stain of tears in this diary, a result of sobbing the other night as I penned down how she got her pregnancy failure. Even reminding myself of the scene is like a vicious stab to my heart therefore I would require you to forgo the heartbreaking details. But do know that V cried, just not as much as me. After trying to console her, I locked myself down here and howled in rage. My grief was inconsolable as I wept in sadness. I'd failed you. Failed Mary too. I wasn't fit to walk in her stead and this incident just showed how much of a failure I am.

But—

(Is V calling me? Fuck. I will have to see to her. Give me some minutes)

-I am back now. Apparently, she wanted me to tell the boys a bedtime story. Foolish. Like I even care for them. Stupid woman. Stupid children. Anyways back to my tale of hope, Mother.

So Lady Luck seems to be smiling at me regardless of my unworthy self. This morning, I set my eyes on one of the most beautiful girls I'd ever come across. A fellow business man's child. Hair the stunning color of burnished gold, eyes that glow like the sky and a pretty rosebud of a lip, A, is the definition of excellence. The perfect copy of the child V and I had lost!

She's a shy little one, the same age as my other son and there's this urge in me to make her mine. In every way possible.

I have a smirk on my face as I think of her again now. The way her eyes lit up as she shook my hand, small palm enveloped in mine, sending frissons of pleasure ricocheting in my veins. The way her pouty lips had pulled back as she greeted me then ran away to hide behind her father's back. I am chuckling even while writing.

A might not know it but she is mine. Mine to mold. Mine to show the way of the Chosen. She will be the daughter I lost and the one I found when life seemed so bleak and painful.

Thank you Holy Mary. Thank you so much and I duly appreciate this kind gesture. Also, fear not, I will take my time to cultivate this fruit you have bestowed upon me but until then, you wouldn't be receiving the Hail mary blah blah blah from my lips.

Yours truly,
Ave Maria.

A/N: New chapter coming soon and in Kian's pov!🫶🏾 Also, I just had this idea of a mad plot twist, oporr! Three actually.🤩 First one is, Kian and Jade might or might not be...

Someone guess?👀🌚

Cheers to 34k reads! I appreciate the love!❤️✨

Love,
Nita!