Chapter 6

GEORGE POV

I sat on a couch in my patio with my laptop on my lap. My fingers tapping simultaneously on the keyboard. My eyes intently staring at the article I was writing. One of my hand grab the glass of pineapple juice on the table. As I took a soft sip, my other hand moves the mousepad.

It's just six hours since I arrived the country. I've been out for two weeks. I never knew being the first child also means the head of so many responsibilities.

If not for my twin brother who usually acts as my right hand, I don't think I'd be alive to Boss everything.

The main problem is that, my parents doesn't understand all these. All they do know is, get married to their ideal girl and produce for them grandchildren – mainly heirs that'll carry the family line.

I swear on myself, ever since the day I graduated college and started life, nothing has ever been peaceful in my side. It's either one decision or the other.

About four to five years ago, they pulled out an argument on the same issue – getting married to their choice of girl for me.

I instantly declined after them bringing so many women for me to select.

In my life, I love to do things my own way. I don't like anyone telling me or deciding for me.

For goodness sake, am I dead?

I am human and my five senses organs are still very much active.

It was crazy and frustrating. I left the main mansion for days and went to lounge in one of my five-star grand hotels.

The day I made up my mind to close up a deal with an important client, that was the very day my stupid guards wanted to act protective. Though, I send them away before I left the main mansion but they found me and wanted to go with me.

I rebuked them and they retreated instantly. I told them to return and not say anything to my parents.

Of course they did! Am their Boss.

I drove alone on that beautiful morning. While I hit the highway, I sighted this beautiful, breathtaking woman jog-running at the walkway.

My eyes has never been captivated by any feminine until that day. Even my years in college, I barely had time for ladies. I didn't fornicate much.

But this woman didn't just caught my eyes, she caught my soul. I fell in love with a stranger at first sight!

It was weird somehow but I didn't mind.

I was pushed to horn my car and follow her every step but she ignored me so many times. I should have given up but my spirit kept triggering me to go after her.

Fortunately, she stopped like she was already tired of running. So I came out of my Ferrari to meet her.

My God! The moment she faced me, I swear, I felt like I was already melting into her sweet big eyes.

That wasn't the only thing that took me off-guard. Her chubby body was alluring. I remember when I was growing up, I used to like fat girls a lot. They barely have time for boys and they were my ideal girls to study with.

She was everything perfect for me on a first day.

Gradually, she became my girlfriend and then, my wife. I loved her more than my own family. She took my heart away when she left me because...of what my parents did.

They brought in another woman just three weeks after our marriage and it ruined our relationship.

She left me before I could say anything.

Afterwards, I wanted to call her and go to her place if I knew it. She was a woman with privacy. She never wanted everyone to know about her or her background.

She even kept her family home away from me. I didn't get to meet any member of her family except for a woman she said to be her closest cousin which I meant on our wedding day.

The moment I decide to give her a phone call, the woman my parents brought for me for marriage snatched the phone from me and smash it on the ground.

My newly bought iPad got destroyed and I lot contact of my wife too.

I waited for months thinking she would come back. I needed to explain things to her. But to no avail, she didn't appear to me again.

I showed her photograph to hundreds of people, finding her location but nobody knew her or recognize her.

I still miss her a lot and I hope one day, we'd bump into each other like a fresh start. Just like the day we met.

"Hey, dude." My twin brother, Gregory walked in and crashed on the armchair across me. Am just two minutes older than him. His long legs straighten on the table between us. "Fuck!" He exclaimed in a sigh as he unbutton his collar.

I didn't take my eyes off my laptop when I said, "How was your blind date?"

The same rope that tied me should also be tying him if am not mistaking. Because, our parents won't stop pressuring us in everything. We both felt like we can't breathe without their permissions.

"It was bad."

I lifted my head as I try to hold back my urge of laughing. He had this annoying face he usually puts on when he's mad.

"She wasn't pretty enough to your taste?" I know my brother is kind of selective when it comes to women. If not for anything, I'd say he was my parents younger selective version.

He has his own type of ideal girl, still, none of them could reach his exact peak.

When we were young, he had this bar chart of countless women he had had affair with. He was a very good fornicator. But he has his limits now that we're twenty nine.

"Pretty?" He chuckled, softly before flinging his cost and white sleeve to one side. His upper body was bare and he was unbuckling his black belts now. "She was hot but ...tsk. She concluded that we can't get along after the scene that happened."

Scene?

"What scene?" I'm curious to know.

"She said she can't...date identical twins, because…." He shrugged his shoulders as he sits upright. His elbows rested on his lap and he looks straight at me. "Actually, we were making out by my car after dinner and then, this lady from nowhere, gagged into us and slapped me on the face…."

Whoa!

My brows and eyes went upwards. The story was getting interesting that I left the article I was writing for my meeting tomorrow and crossed my arms to listen to him.

"Bro, I wanna ask you something." He stood up and tuck one hand into his pocket then, he took my glass and took a sip from it. "Don't get mad, okay? Have you...did you impregnate any woman in the past – I mean, maybe something happened between you two like a fight and she took the child away or something like that….?"

I just stare at him like maybe he lost his sense at his date last night. But because he had begged me before declaring such, I forgive him and shook my head.

"Greg, I have no idea what you're talking about but I'd know that no woman in the past carried my baby. Not even my fake Italian wife, Melissa. I normally use condoms for her, so she's negative."

"Mmm. I see…" Gregory shook his head calmly like he got my point. He took another sip then said, "According to this woman, you two got married – was I at your wedding that year? Because I almost didn't recognize her. And she said….."

"Wait!" I placed the laptop on the space beside me and stood up abruptly. My heart pounding like I found a clue to my puzzle. "Diamond?"

He stare at me for a while, then said, "How the fuck did you know her name like you were there during the scene?"

"Was it?" I asked, my conscience impatiently waiting.

He snapped his fingers. "Of course, man. Diamond is her name."

Fuck!

That's my wife. My missing wife.

I didn't even care to ask Greg about her surname to verify if it was truly her or not, so I opt in for further information.

"So, so, what did she say? Did she gave you her number? Did she tell you were she lives? Did she say anything about me to you? Did she ask you about me?" Damn, I'm so hungry to see her.

I missed her so much, heaven.

No one knows how much I do. Since she left, my life has never been the same. I'm like a hero to zero.

Everything hasn't been going easy for me, emotionally. I really, really need to see her.

Greg's brows arch, "Dude, relax. The question you're asking is too many at a time."

"It's not my fault, Greg. She's my legal wife. Diamond Miller."

His brows deepens, "Wait, the run away bride?"

He hasn't answered any of my questions yet. And am dieing to know what he's going to say. I hope it's positive.

I pace about. My fingers taking my messy brown hair. Warm sweats popped on my neck and face. "Greg, tell me she gave you her number for me."

"The good news is…." He paused for a while when I faced him, anticipating. "You both have a son…." Before I could protest, he added. "And, she said you won't meet him or her for life."

I don't know whether to be happy or sad but I do know that I feel sweet and sour at the same time. "I have an heir?" My eyes brighten up. Gosh, I didn't even know she blessed me with a child before running away. I faced my twin again, "What else did she say?"

He shrugged. "Nothing. She said she realized she was pregnant a week after she left, blah, blah, blah. From how she sounded, I think she wants to raise the child on her own."

I collapsed helplessly on the couch. I was speechless at the moment and my brain was calculating so many things at a time.

My brother haven't know her that much. In fact, he hasn't had a proper meeting with her once. I can't remember if he was present at the wedding four years ago.

He felt bad for my condition. I was staring into space but tears gathered in my eyes.

Greg sat beside me. "Hey. I believe you'll still meet her. There are chances."

"How, Greg?" I asked him. My eyes still looking into space. "The only opportunity that was left was last night and it happens that you were the one she met. I'm sure she must have mistaken you from me."

"Of course she did after the slap on my chin." He chuckled.

"You see? There are so many things that would make her hate me the more." I let out a frustrating sigh. I took off my glasses. "I never opened up to her about my real self."

"As what? I don't understand."

"Us being twins." I looked at him and he shook his head. "She'll hate me the more but I need to look for her and my son."

"Hmm." He supported me. "I wish she had dropped anything to link up her whereabouts last night. She just left with a brown skin woman." He winked at me and I knew he was already loving the strange brown woman.

I flicked his ear and he whined. "Idiot. That's my in-law. Her cousin sister."

"You know them so well?" He rubbed his ear.

I stood up and walked to the kitchen to make something for us. He followed me. "Not really. She didn't introduce me to any of her household since we knew except for that one you saw with her."

He sat on the counter, "I admit she has pretty relatives just like her – sorry, but am not flirting with your wife."

I let out a light chuckle and pull out some canned foods from the upper locker. "Fat soul."

"Fat soul?"

"That's what I call her."

"Sorry, man. But I don't think I was blind when I saw her. She was average in size – almost petite I think."

I paused with the frying pan in my hand, "It won't be shocking to me if I see her skinny. I'll call her slim soul. "

"Hmm. Suit yourself." He looked around. "Where's Melissa? And why are you the one doing the cooking? Are your chef's on break?"

"He went to the grocery store and Melissa went to Spain for shopping." Am the happiest man now that she's out of sight.

"Yikes!" He rolled his eyes. "Is not like she knows how to cook."

Melissa Giovanni is a really bad cook. I remember when she almost burn down my kitchen for just ordinary omelet. She doesn't know how to fry or boil egg. She can't toast a bread. She can't make tea or coffee. But she can have sex, she can polish her nails and wear makeups, she can makeout but she doesn't have clues about the kitchen.

I had to hire a chef to do it all.

This is another reason why I miss my wife, Diamond. She is a fucking cook. She cooks the best meal and she always comes up with new foodie idea like a farmer with new crops.

I'm not really a good cook, that's why I'm doing canned before my chef arrives.

But you see what Gregory said earlier…..it makes me smile now. In fact, my mood has risen up to level 90 because I know very soon, I'll be meeting my wife and my son.