Marco's Revenge

MIRANA'S POV

Do you know what's the heartbreaking words you could get?

Failure

Disappointment

Pity

Right now those are the hurtful words in my mind. Instead of enjoying what I enjoy today is the beautiful future I have been hoping for. The type of job that comes with great pay and gets paid what is to be paid on time and with no expenses. It's not that I'm sorry that I got a baby right away but I just don't want the one who sacrificed my past mistakes to be my child. All I could do was cry and sob for the first time in the mirror, I could see myself worthless and bewildered. If I hadn't just cheated on Marco, I and my baby wouldn't be here.

I love Marco so much, I loved him even when we were still in school. Kid, I love you so much and hope you forgive me for what I've done.

Right now I don't want you to see our son, I don't want you to have a relationship with him. I'm a selfish mom but you've hit me and maybe I deserve that all. I am afraid the day will come when you will take him to me, I know that day will come when you will take him to me. I know that Marco. Your anger towards me is still deep.

Flashback

"I'll have my son when he's born. She's a f.u.c.k.i.n.g s.l.u.t and a shit. She is just a burden. If my son was in her w.o.m.b I would take it and move him away from her," he stated on the other line he was calling.

Even though I didn't hear the other line, I kept listening. His words hurt my heart so much that I could hardly breathe. Yes, I admit I am still hurt. For a few days he had women bringing here in his house and who am I to scold him. I was just a rag and introduced him as his maid. My stomach was huge and I was about to give birth. I cried for my situation, my appearance, my body shape. I can't take care of myself. I'm like a poor beggar or a worker who doesn't get paid.

It got to the point that I was still fixing the bed sheet after he had s.e.x with the women he was bringing to his house. I used to cry every time I went into our room, it was supposed to be our bedroom. I know that it is bad for the baby to cry every day because it is causing stress but I can't help myself.

I have come a long way.

Far away from Mirana Vaughn Welch then and now.

"No man, being a woman is not an excuse. I don't care is she wants to die, Il'' get what I want. I don't care if she'll suicide. I'll take what's mine."

He's cruel, he doesn't have mercy. I was annoyed at myself as I listened to him. I was disappointed with my situation. Why am I here why do I even go to his company and ask for help?

"I don't care about her man. She only wants title and money, I know her. She's a gold digger. I was dumb when I love her," I can't listen anymore so I decided to sneak out quietly.

I will not let you get my son. I'll die first before you get him to me.

"Mirana!"

"Lay?"

"How many times do I have to call you?" she said while crossing her arms. But anxiety fluttered in her face and seemed to sweat.

"Sorry, what is it?"

"You have visitors."

"Who?" instead of answering my question, someone suddenly speaks that makes my heart stopped for a few seconds. It can't, it can't. How?

How did he find us?

"Mirana"

"Christian?" I can't hold my voice. It can't be, I don't like what's happening now.

"Why are you here?" I sternly said I know I sounded so rude right now but I have a bad feeling. Something will happen.

"I want to see you. I've looked for you Mirana, I've been looking for you. Why didn't you just tell me you were leaving? Why didn't you just tell me you were here? Why?" he asked and there's a pain in his eyes. I could see in his eyes the lack of sleep. He has changed a lot since he is no longer gay. He's wearing ragged pants and a shirt that hugs his rough body. He is so handsome that you do not think that this creature had to pretend to be gay. Any woman would fall and fall for him.

"Is there anything you can do? It's my own decision. And you don't care," I said and headed to our counter. Fortunately, there are no customers today because it is raining again. These days we have been storming for a few days but we are still opening the shop.

"Don't think of me like Marco that doesn't care about you. I care for you be-"

"Christian! Stop don't make it hard for me anymore!"

"I love you Mirana! And I don't think that's the problem! You just think so much. Please," he walked in my direction.

"Please just give me a chance"

"I have a son. Find a woman who can fill your love,"

"I don't care if you have a son. So what? II will treat him as my son too. I will love the people around you. Just be with me, I'll do everything for you."

"Why me?"

"Please let me enter into your life."

"My!"

"Zeke?" I gasp and dismissed Christian. My heart was beating fast.

"My are you okay?" he said with concern, he looked at the man behind me.

"I'm okay baby"

"Who's that?" he pointed the man behind me.

"Is that my Dy?"

"N-no"

"Yes baby, I'm Dy," says Christian. I don't know but anger builds up on me.

"Yey! I'm Zeke," Zeke was about to go in his direction when I lift him up.

"Let me down My! I want to go to my Dy," he cried as I handed her over to Layla.

"Get Zeke out of here please," I said softly that

"Are you okay here?"

"Yes, I can handle this."

"I'll come back."

"No don't just let me handle this. Don't worry about me here,"

"You are Mirana," he said and then left with Zeke crying. When they left, I immediately headed toward Christian.

"How dare you! How could you tell Zeke that you were his father! Don't pretend to be his father! Don't give false hope to my son! You're a-" I was cut off my words and went numb when our lips met. He kissed me.

"You're so quick to forget and move on Mirana," a dark and husky tone of voice said behind me. I know whose voice comes from and I can't go wrong.

"Marco"