Twist Of Fate: Three Little Miracles

Stoic, Legacy and Jennifer glanced at themselves wryly, they Intuitively knew what he was trying to do, but nevertheless followed the flow. But, however stick to their plan.

“Yes!” They said in unison, almost excitedly.

“Don’t look, don’t look . . .”

Diana laughed. “I’m not looking.”

There were hands over her eyes: Mark’s hands, slim and flexible. His arms were around her, and they were shuffling forward together, laughing. He’d grabbed her the moment she’d walked in the front door, wrapping his arms around her as her whistle dropped from her hands.

“I have a surprise for you,” he’d said, grinning. “Close your eyes. No looking. No, really. I’m not kidding.”

“I hate surprises,” Diana protested now. She could perceive the scent of the man holding her, it was the president general and she intuitively knew that. “Let go of me!” She agitated but Mark didn’t let go. Diana was wondering what people would say about the all of sudden closeness between her and the president general who will be getting married tomorrow.

‘it is too improper” she thought.

“Okay,” Mark said, and withdrew his hands at long last. “Surprise!”

“Surprise!” The parlour was full of people: National guards, military officers, Stoic and Legacy and Jennifer. Richarlison was holding a silver sparkler and winking, waving it back and forth as the sparkles flew everywhere, landing on the stone counters and Stoic’s T-shirt, making him yelp. Jennifer was holding a clumsily lettered sign: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, THE BEST MUM IN THE WORLD!. She held it up and waved.

Diana whirled on Mark accusingly. “You planned this!”

“No!… Your kids did.. I only aided!” Mark responded bluntly.

Diana turned to look at her kids. She thought they forgot her birthday but little did she know that they won’t forget something as crucial as that. She was filled with overwhelming emotions that she started to smile sheepishly how God blessed her with such wonderful children.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Early today, the president general had also surprised her.. and now again aided her children with a second surprise she received.

“You should have everything, Diana,” Mark said before he let her go, and her children descended.

There was a whirl of hugs, of presents and cake-baked by Legacy, who actually had something of a flair for pastry creation, and decorated by Jennifer with luminous frosting that tasted better than it looked.

But still, Diana was uncomfortable. How would a man who is tasked to face Grandwar masters tomorrow by virtue of getting Married tomorrow be spending time on just her birth day?

Mark didn’t even care at all. He is known to do whatever that pleases him. He didn’t care if the news got to Hannah, she would be mad. After all, he didn’t wanted to marry her out of his own will and if not that it was his grandpa’s wish for him to marry her.. he wouldn’t or probably not have crossed part with her.

Then again a thought ran into seat of thoughts. “What if Hannah refuses to marry him?” He is going to be faced with the same problem and it won’t be good if it ended that as Owens would be mad at him.

With that thought in mind, Mark gently left and headed to meet Hannah, at his ward.

Diana didn’t even notice he had left so early, as the atmosphere was lively and joyous. She spent it remarkably with her children.

‘I just have to fake an act and make sure she agrees to marry me tomorrow, when the Ministers asks her the question’ Mark muttered as he entered his bedroom, which also was Hannah’s bedroom. They were couples – even if not official yet- thence, they needed to share one bedroom to show they were…. But of a truth, even at that, it was very obvious they were getting married for the name alone, for Mark, to sate his dying grandfather and for Hannah, to furthermore gain power as the president generals Wife. She merely claimed she loved him to curry that position as instructed by Jake. The mastermind!

Normally, Mark would sleep at the couch or downstairs while Hannah chiefly occupied the bed. Mark had never given in into any temptations posed by Hannah to him. He was hell bent on not touching her. After all, he’d divorce her immediately his grandpa dies. He can’t afford to get the relationship crippled now as his grandpa wanted nothing more than for him to marry charity Wakins granddaughter.

First, she is not the real girl that was betrothed to Mark, she merely claimed to be ……

The thought of what his mother told him earlier crept in and out of his seat of thought as he entered the large spaciouse bedroom.

He met Hannah on the desk, flipping through a webpage on her computer – the president generals computer-

“How did she get access?”

Meanwhile, Hannah had already got a live recording from Diana’s birthday celebration. How Mark held her and blindfolded her with his flexible hands and surprised her. She didn’t really care. She was just pissed that these two are getting closer and she needs to act fast and make her plan flawless.

Make the president general detest and dislike her and even send her out of the basement.

It’s definitely not good for the both of them to get closer and rekindle or kindle something as of new, that is romantic or intimate.

“Aren’t you nervous about tomorrow? We’re officially getting married love?” Hannah said as she stood up to greet her husband to be. She was very good at this part of her act.

It was little bit weird that a lady is not angry at her husband who is getting closer and kindling a romantic affair with another lady.

Mark is getting closer to Diana for two main reasons.

Get the ring –

And at least see if Hannah hates him to avoid all her troubles which are seductions-

“No, I’m not nervous and you should mind your business!” Mark responded coldly as he removed his jacket. The Coldness in his voice was sufficient enough for Hannah to withdraw herself else, she gets him angry.

“I should not have shouted at her… damnit.. what if she says “NO” tomorrow? No, she can’t… She is desperate” Mark thought to himself, in the next second he wondered how Hannah gained access to his system. ‘well, my files are hidden!’ he reassured himself as he entered the bathroom to get a shower.