ADOPTED HEIR **Years later**
Isabella's P O V
Just like that, it's been 3 months since I gave birth to Kendrick and Kendra but up till now I haven't been able to see them, not even a picture of them.

The only thing I hear is that the two kids are quite strong and healthy but I fucking want to see my kids with my own eyes.
I want to really know what they look like. I hate Felicity for doing this to me. I never knew this is what she really planned from the beginning, I never knew she planned to take them away the minute they were born.
I really hate her for this and I don't think I will ever forgive her. She says Grams also knows about it but I doubt Grams will ever agree with this her shitty plan.
This is not right at all. I suddenly hate it here. I hate that I'm not staying with grams.
The door slowly opened and a servant Felicity personal assigned me opened the door and came in with a tray of food.
"Miss, you mom says you must eat this meal. She prepared it herself for you. Please stand up and eat it." The servant said.

I turned to glare at her.
What fucking meal?! I said I want my babies and she keeps sending me trays upon trays of food?
I stood up angrily from the bed, took hold of the tray and crashed it to the floor. What I did startled the maid.
"I don't want to eat. Go tell her that." I shouted at the servant.

The servant quickly ran out from my room, the door opened again and Felicity came in.
"You know all these that you are doing won't help you at all. You haven't been eating unless tied up and forced, you haven't been studying either. Do you really want to see those kids or do you want to die? Because trust me, if you keep these then you'll definitely die and become a ghost inside this room."
"Why? Why aren't you bringing them to me? You aren't even letting me out of this room either. Why do you hate me so much? I didn't beg you to adopt me, why do you have to take away my own kids?" I screamed crying at the same time.
Felicity closed the door and walked to meet me where I stood. She touched my shoulder but I threw her hand off.
"Don't touch me!" I yelled at her.
"I don't hate you, Isabella. I've told you, I'm only doing this for your own good. Trust me, you won't want your kids to learn that their mother dropped out of school because she was raped and never went back. You don't want your kids to regret having you as their mother when they finally get to know you, do you?"
"Look, I'm not depriving you happiness. If you really want your kids. Then the only way to get to them is to show me you are capable of being a mother to them. Become successful then I will let you do anything you want.
A young teen like you don't know what being a mother is. Also show them, you are capable of being their mother. That is truly the only way. If you insist then keep fighting yourself here. Just remember that you are the only one holding yourself back."
$Get out! Get out of my room! I don't want to ever see your face again." I screamed at her.
She sighs and looked at me with pity.
"Stop making the servants pity you. You are now the daughter of a billionaire." She finished before walking out of my room.
The door opened and my personal servant entered, she brought another tray of food and placed it on the table that is meant for reading, she squatts down and started cleaning up the whole mess on the floor.
I just wish I can escape from here. I've tried it twice but was caught, she multiplied the guards here, especially around my own door.
How I hate her.
But even if I manage to escape, I won't know where she kept my babies. My effort will be useless. I don't know which other thing I'm to do.
I've tried literally everything. I even tried harming my own self with a knife, but couldn't really cut my self deep. All in an effort for her to let me see them. For her to bring them to me just once.
I'm really tired. I think I'm going to die at this point.
****17 YEARS LATER****
I stood in front of queen's company, yeah, my adoptive mother's company. There are reporters everywhere and all want to hear my story. They want to know how I did it.
They want to know how I managed to make queen's company 4 times richer in just 13 years of managing it. Now Queen company has become one of the best tech companies around the world, the best in Washington DC.
Just yesterday, Felicity had just publicly announced that I am the heir to Queen's empire and will be running all the branches around the world.
People has been calling to know. I've been wearing a pretty smile on my face to tell everyone how happy I am.
But the truth of the matter is that I am not happy one bit, but I'm not as unhappy as I was yesterday. And the reason is cause I'll be turning 34 soon, Felicity has promised me that she will let me travel back to Buford, Wyoming to see my kids and Grams.
"What do you have to say miss?"
"Please say something."
"Look into the camera."
Different reporters keep telling me.
"Um... I know you all are really curious about my success story. I will love to reveal it one day but not today, I promise I will release it very soon. Probably before I turn 34 years, I'm not going to hold back anything and will just spill them out. Please wait till then." I say to them.
Different camera lights kept flashing at me.
"Let's go," I whispered to the security guards beside me and they made way for me to enter the company.
"Please one question. Is is true that Madam Felicity Asher adopted you when you were little?" A reporter asked but I ignored their questions and proceeded into the company.
"Morning ma."
"Morning ma." Different workers, both young and old kept greeting me as I walked pass them. I have too many problems in life, I don't reply their greetings at all.
I just ignore them all and they all know me for that.
"Ma'am, you are here." My secretary said running to meet me.
"Are the workers ready for today's meeting?" I simply asked her.
"Yes ma'am, they are all in the waiting room expect John, I think he is running late again." My secretary replied.
"Is he running late again to piss me off? Just fire him when he gets here." I said sternly.
"Okay ma'am." My secretary replied.
She opened the elevator door that will take us to the meeting room and we got in. The elevator door closed and started moving up.
Okay. This is how far I've pushed myself. I came this far alone, without friends, without lovers of some kind. I literally don't have a personal relationship with anyone in this company and I don't want to have.
I don't smile with anyone either. I doubt people that has gone or are going through what I'm going through right now will want to laugh or play around.
They all think I have the perfect life. That I have the perfect mother, perfect job and that I'm very intelligent and beautiful.
They don't know I cry every night because of my kids. It's been 17 years already, almost 18 and I still don't know what they look like. Although Grams always calls and tells me that the kids are with her.
They are going to turn 18 soon. They are going to become adults and I still don't know what they look like. Which person in my condition will ever smile or laugh with people? No one!
I doubt anyone will.
Every time I hire private investigators to look for my kids, get me their pictures, Felicity always finds out. She'll take whatever information the investigator finds out and will pay him off.
I've grown tired of repeating the same thing. No matter how smart I act, she always seems to be smarter. There are guards following me both openly and secretly, just in case I want to enter a secret plane and leave to Buford Wyoming.
In the long run I've resolved to waiting and following Felicity's orders on what and what not to do.
The elevator door opened and we walked to the meeting room.
My secretary opened the door and we both entered.
The workers there immediately stood up to greet me.
Only two people remained sitted, my mom and the man who supports her dearly.
But what the hell is she doing here?
I took a sit at the head table immediately.
"We have been waiting for you, Isabella. I and your mother came here for a reason. We want to discuss your marriage. When are you going to get married for heaven's sake?" Mom's man asked.
"I am already arranging that, Richard. She is about to turn 34 years. She is still young but she is not growing younger either. She needs to marry." Mom said to Richard.
I scoffed.
That isn't happening soon.
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