Despite being the daughter of notorious criminal, Alonso Devereux, 24 year old Zara is trying her best to maintain her image as a good girl and as an upstanding citizen.
Rotimi, is a 25 year old R&B singer who's life begins to become chaotic after...
My dad telling everyone that Brandon and Jeremy are Marcelle's sons probably wasn't the right thing to do but it's done. He can't take the words back.
My mom called Evelyn, the boys grandma on their mom's side to come over. She's probably the only one who can truly explain how Marcelle could have not one, but TWO sons and not know anything about them.
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The doorbell is ringing. Dad goes to the door and opens it. It's Evelyn.
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"Grandma!" Brandon and Jeremy say together.
They both rush over to hug her.
"Hi boys." She smiles.
We're all sitting around in the living room and she sits down at the first empty chair she sees.
"Grandma... is it true? Is this man really our dad?" Jeremy says.
Evelyn pauses for a moment before nodding her head.
"What?! But how? How did we not know?" Brandon asks.
"Yeah, Evelyn, how did I not know about my own flesh and blood?" Marcelle glances over at Jeremy and Brandon.
"Well, Marcelle, you were always back and forth from here to Europe... spending most of your time in Europe... Maya I supposed, didn't know how to tell you?" Evelyn says.
Maya is Brandon and Jeremy's mom.
"She could have called, wrote a letter, something..." Marcelle says.
"You're right. I told her that it was right but she honestly felt that if you or anybody found out that they were your sons, their lives might be put in danger. The life you've chosen to live has caused you to make a lot of dangerous enemies. Maya honestly thought you not knowing was safer for them." Evelyn explains.
I somewhat agree. I feel like Marcelle should've been told that he was a father but at the same time, I can understand why Maya didn't tell him. My mom and dad should understand too because up until the 8th grade, Rosa and I were homeschooled because they were afraid that my dad's enemies were going to find us and hurt us just to get to my dad.
"I still don't understand how I didn't know. I would come back and visit sometimes and I never saw any children at Maya's house." Marcelle says.
"Well, Brandon here is the oldest.... eighteen... Jeremy is seventeen. Each time she became pregnant, it was easy to hide because you would be gone for months at a time. Afterwards, whenever you came to visit her, she would bring the boys to my house and I would keep them until you left."
"Mrs. Evelyn... why didn't you tell me?!" Marcelle says.
Marcelle looks as if he wants to cry.
"Marcelle, I wanted to. Believe me, I really did, but it wasn't my secret to tell. I tried convincing Maya to tell you but she keep saying that she wanted to wait until they were both over 18."
Marcelle deep sighed, cupping his face down into his hands.
"Is that why she picked that fight with me years ago and told me not to talk to her anymore?" Marcelle asks.
Evelyn nodded her head.
"She was tired of hiding the boys so she figured she wouldn't have to if you never came to visit."
Everyone is the room looks shocked, even my dad. Jeremy and Brandon looked at Marcelle.
"This whole time I thought our dad... you... just didn't want us. I've been so angry at you for years just to find out that you didn't even know about us..." Brandon sheds a tear.
"Can we... hug you..." Jeremy says softly.
"Oh of course you two can!" Marcelle says.
He, Brandon and Jeremy stand up and hug each other.
"I'm so sorry I wasn't able to be in your lives. But I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere!" Marcelle sniffs, trying to fight back tears.
"This is so beautiful. I wish Maya was here to see this." Rosa says.
"Where is she anyway?" Mom asks.
"Probably roaming the streets... or in rehab for the 80th time..." Brandon sounds upset.
"Actually, she's closer than you think." Evelyn says.
We all look at her as if she is crazy. She stands up and walks out of the house. When she walks back in she's not standing alone. A shorter women is standing next to her.
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