Replaced Wife (The Billionaire's Wife Series 1)

chapter 2 (Rewritten)

Liam's POV:

Samara was the light of my life. She helped me be what I am today. Without her I was nothing and I lost her in worst way possible. I don't know anything about being a single father and now I am just that worst thing is that little boy is too much attached to his mother. Now dead mother.

How am I suppose to do it on my own Samara? How am I supposed to take care of that little guy without you? And How am I suppose to do anything right. I simply don't know anything anymore.

It was just last night I received the news. It was my fault. She just wanted my time didn't she only my time and I being me I thought I had all the time in this world but god have a cruel sense of humor of making people see things that are important in life. Most of the time you just don't get a second chance.

Michael came running towards me and said "Dada I met momma" yes your dead momma. "Momma bought me chocolates look" He showed me chocolate basket in his hand. "Come papa meet momma" He tried to pull me with him but it only made me more mad more angry.

I pushed him  lightly. "Not now Mike I am busy" I said. He knows not to disturb me while I am busy. However today he is not standing down. "Dada momma I want Momma" He whined. It made me more frustrated. His whines only making me angry.

" GO AWAY AND PLAY I CANNOT TAKE YOU TO YOUR DEAD MOTHER" I shouted as I almost hit him. No what am I becoming? Did you Samara? What am I becoming without you? I almost hit him my Mike your little Prince.

He started to cry hysterically. "Dada bad momma loves me. Dada bad. Dada Angry" He said and then he ran out towards the backyard crying still. Oh my little guy. It is not his fault it is entirely mine that I was unable to control my emotions. I should not be doing this. He is all I have left as a family.

He is all I have as a piece of hers. I cannot do this. I cannot push away the little angel no way. I walked towards the backyard. I started to call his name as I looked all around for the little guy. Then I saw that he was in a lady's arm and her back was turned towards me. But his words surprised me most.

"Momma Stay Dada Angry" He is calling her Momma? Who is she exactly? "Momma Loves me Dada don't" He said breaking my heart all over again. "No Baby Dada loves you as your momma" The girl said. Not able to take more of this mystery I called him.

"Come here buddy" I said. Michael looked at me but turned back. "I angry Dada. I like you angry" He said puffing his chest. How Samara would laugh seeing me like this. yes she would have laughed at me. "Go to your Dada baby. It is not good to be angry" The girl whom I still cannot see face of.

"Buddy can I talk to your mom?" I asked. "No momma Mine. Come momma" He pulled her up and she turned around. My breath caught in my throat. I am seeing the face which I never thought I ever will. "Samara?" 

She picked him up and placed him on her hip. She walked towards me. She was wearing black like all of us. Mourning cloths. I was still dumbfounded how It could be? she is my Samara. But she is dead burnt to death isn't she? only her face survived somehow"Samara" I hugged her tightly. Placing a soft kiss over her temple.

She pulled back abruptly. Why is she pulling back. I just got her. I cannot let her go. "I am not Samara Mr. Rhodes. I am Kiara Sam's Twin sister" She said. "Kiara" I felt myself taste the name on my lips. It surprisingly didn't felt foreign. 

How can it be? How can two persons be so similar to each other. They grey eyes were twinkling with sadness now. She held on to Mike like her own. Same was Samara used to. She have same lips same eyes same cheekbones same nose everything. Everything hauntingly similarly to my Samara.

No How can fate be so cruel towards me? Why she have to look exactly like her. "Call Me Liam Please" I said. "Liam It would be better if you sit down." I suggested. I know she is right because I am still to be come out of my initial state of shock.

"She was right" I muttered under my breath. "Excuse me?" She asked. "She was right about you two she said She would snuck you to my bed room and then laugh it off when I would be all red face. Because you two are exactly similar I won't be able to recognize the difference between you two. And then she will laugh seeing me getting embarrassed." I said

A tinged of read lined her features and she looked cute. She let Michael go and he wander around somewhere in the house. "Those were happy memories weren't they?" She asked. "Yes she used to talk a lot about you" I said in order to keep the conversation going and kept on hearing her angelic voice.

"She was like a second mother to me." She said as a lone tear dropped from corner of her eyes. She is hurting I can see that and seeing her hurt is hurting me too somehow. For some reason I want to pull her in my arms and say that it is going to be ok. I did just that I hugged her tightly.

"I Miss her" I confessed. "I miss her too and I wish I had all the time to spend with her. All the time in world." She said. Exactly my thoughts. But we may not get another chance again. Not to be with Samara again. "Thank you for being here" I said. "This is not how I wished to have met you Liam" She said.

I breathe in her intoxicating smell Chocolates and Roses. No She is not Samara. Samara Used to smell like Lilies and Limes. This is comforting too. This is more like home. Of the flowers my mom used to grow or the cakes my grandma used to bake. Yes she reminds me of home strangely. I wanted held on to her more.

Was it selfish? Maybe it is but simply something within me wanted to hold on to her. Kiara she is home. "It's ok to cry sometimes you know?" She said. "I know but I have to be strong for Mike" I said. I pulled back. But still held on to her arm. A sense of comfort washed over me. 

We walked towards the house as she pulled her hand back. "So You work in Chicago right?" I asked her. "Yes I do and I love working there. I am now sorry that I couldn't attained the wedding . I should have at least seen my sister in that white dress. But I was so busy with work" She seems sorry.

"maybe it is time to see yourself in that white dress" I heard her mother say. Kiara for some reason looked down. Does she not have good relation with her parents? Samara did. Maybe I am reading too much into this. "Time will come for that mother Sam just died and you are saying that I should marry?" She raised her eyebrows questioningly.

"I was just suggesting that" Her mother said. "I don't need your suggestion" Kaira spat. Okay may be there is something wrong with this picture. weren't parents suppose to hug and kiss their children after being seeing them for a long time? And last I know they haven't seen Kiara for what five years?

"If you are so concerned about my marriage then this news will please you. My boyfriend proposed me last week" She said looking directly at her mother with defiance. "And who it might be?" Her mother asked. "His name is Matthew. Matthew Effron but that is none of your concern"

What Matthew Effron? That guy is a womeniser and a sweet girl Like Kiara would have just be falling into his trap. He will break her heart and then she would have to go through all once My Samara had to. No I cannot let this happen.

It is not because of Samara it is because you are Selfish and you want her with you just because she looks like your deceased wife. 

My subconscious mind mocked me. No it is not true I just wanted to protect her. "And how long you two have been dating for?" Her mother asked. "Four years but that should be none of your concern." She said.

"He loves me and I love him all I need to know to tie the knot  I don't need your permission for this." She said looking at me. I shook my head in no. But somehow it irked me. Her in someone elses arms. If she should marrying someone it should be me.

 I then rethink my train of thoughts what I am saying? My wife is dead and she is just a copy of her but still she is like her exactly like her. God help me but I want this girl. Maybe it is selfish but she will be mine by hook or by crook. Matthew Effron doesn't stands a chance.

I smiled inwardly as a plan formed in my mind to get my son his mother back. She is right she will wear that dress only Matthew will not be on the receiving end.

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