*THE HOLLEN SERIES 02*
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Jasmine’s POV
Emma and I sat down on the patio while Zenia
was inside with Jevan.
“Jasmine, I nee-d you to be very honest with
me. I’m not here to judge you or yell at you
and belittle you. I’m here for the truth. Can
someone else be the father of baby Jevan?”
I shook my head no.
“Could br@dley Pittsburg have drugged you and
had S-x with you without your permission and
knowledge?”
“No, Emma!” I snapped at her but quic-kly
regretted it. “It never got to a stage where
anything like that could have happened. I know
what I did at the gala was messed up, and I
know why Evan had doubts in the beginning,
but I never sle-pt with br@dley, or anyone else
for that matter. I was always conscious when I
was with br@dley, and never once had he
f0rç£d himself onto me. We never even k!$$£d.
It was just a friendly get together whenever we
got together and nothing more.”
I was reaching a point where I couldn’t stand
this anymore. Everyone turned against me, and
the world just seemed to be stuck on me.
Gossip had alre-ady reached the media, and my
son’s name was being dragged throu-gh the
dirt.
He was only a baby! What’s wrong with some
people to be badmouthing the names of
innocent babies?
“Bastard child.”
“He got the hair but he’s not the heir.”
“Will he ever get to know his real daddy?”
“What’s the new surname going to be?”
I nee-ded to get away from all of this drama
and hatred. I was not about to bring up my
child in this godforsaken place.
“I’m thinking about moving away,” I told her.
“What? Why?”
“I really can’t do this anymore, Emma. I’m
trying, but I can’t. Everyone, and everything,
just seems to be against me. I can’t catch a
break.” My last few words eked out with tears.
“It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.” She pu-ll-ed me into
a hvg to let me cry on her shoulder.
She spent the rest of the afternoon with Jevan
when Zenia went out for a d@t£, and I took a
quic-k nap. I was so drained.
Emma’s POV
“Hey baby, plea-se laugh for Grandma Emma.”
I made a funny face and he gave a big smile. I
took that opportunity to swab to his mouth
using a clean cotton. I placed the sample into
a Zi-ploc bag and placed it into my handbag.
I continued ma-king silly faces for him since he
was enjoying it so much.
Jasmine’s POV
I woke up and heard laughter from Jevan. He
was such a delight. Emma was ma-king funny
faces for him as he lie on his back in the crib.
He was holding onto her f!ngersti-ghtly.
“Hi, you’re up,” she said as she saw me
looking at them.
“Yeah, I’m up.”
“Okay. Well, you’re going to have to take it
from here. I’m heading back home.”
“Thanks so much for everything, Emma. Jevan
and I will miss you.”
“It’s okay, sweetie. And this is for the both of
you.” She handed me another yellow envelope,
which I thought was the stupid DNA test.
“I can’t take this Emma,” I said quic-kly, when I
saw it was some cold cash.
“Evan said you to-re up the check. I’m certain
you don’t have enough money to get by. Just,
plea-se, take this.”
I knew she would not give up if I didn’t accept
it.
“Thank you so much,” I told her with a hvg.
“Take care of yourself, sweetie, and take good
care of him. He’s so handsome and adorable.”
I gave her a smile as I re-leased her and
watched her walked out the door.
After listening to the bickering of my own
mother, calling me a liar and a careless human
being, I began surfing the internet for
affordable, but decent, ap@rtments in L.A.
Emma had given me ten thousand dollars in
cash, which should be enough to start over my
life in a new place with my son.
I made a reservation and booked an ap@rtment
for rent. Jevan and I were leaving first thing the
next morning.
As I watched the sun rise into the sky, chasing
away the last darkness, I rolled out of the be-d.
I had a sleepless night, and Jevan’s constant
crying throu-ghout didn’t help me sleep at all.
“Zenia, plea-se make sure everything gets s£nt
to this address,” I said to my sister once I had
gotten Jevan and myself re-ady to go.
“I can’t believe you’re actually leaving, sis.”
“I can’t do this anymore. I nee-d to move on
with my life and start over with my child.
Maybe this is my punishment, or my blessing.
I don’t know.”
I took one last look around the penthouse and,
leaving my final tears on the floor, I walked
outside to the cab I had called.
“Take care of yourself,” Zenia said to me and
we hvgged each other goodbye.
She planted a k!sson Jevan’s tiny forehead
before I got into the car.
I looked back as the car drove down the
street. She stood there, waving goodbye.
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Three Days Later
Evan’s POV
“Don’t do that, you’re tickling me, Evan,” she
said with a giggle as myl-ips met her n£¢k.
We were lying down on the couch, watching
television while we snuggled up to each other.
“You taste like pudding,” I tea-sed her.
“You know, you haven’t spoken about the
wedding preparations since that girl and her
little bastard left,” she nagged and changed the
subject– and my mood.
I exhaled heavily.
“Evan, are we still getting married?”
“Of course, we are.”
“Great. I can’t wait. I had alre-ady picked out
the perfect Vera Wang, the twenty layers of
bride and groom cake, the wedding tokens and
everything. The wedding planner called last
night and said she alre-ady found the perfect
location for the ceremony…”
She kept going on and on until I had a damn
headache just listening to her.
“Honey!” She snapped when I attem-pted to
close my eyes.
“What is it?”
“Are you even listening to me?”
“Yeah I was. I mean… I am.”
The next morning, I woke up to my mother’s
face staring down at me with her arms folded
across her che-st.
“Good morning to you, too,” she said
sarcastically.
“Hi Mom, what are you doing here so early?”
“Because of this!” she semi shouted and
sl@pped an envelope onto my n-ked che-st.
“What’s this?” I asked, but she began tapping
her heel against the polished marble.
I to-re open the envelope and re-ad the
do¢v-ments inside.
“Were you aware that your father has an official
medical team, even capable of delivering
babies?”
“Of course, I know. You always said we weren’t
delivered in a hospital.”
And by ‘we’, I was referring to Emily, EJ and
myself.
“Right! Are you aware that grandparents can
also issue DNA samples to determine
biological results of a grandchild?”
“Yes, Mother. I took biology in high school.”
“Very good.”
“Is this going somewhere?” I asked without
re-ading any further.
“In the case of two months old Jevan Hollen,
YOU ARE THE DAMN FATHER!!”
“Wait! What? How is this possible?”
“I’ll tell you how it’s possible. The DNA test
you first issued had been tampered with and
changed. Someone clearly set you up to show
Jevan isn’t your son when he clearly is.”
“Oh no! No, no, no!” I shouted as I held my
head down and cried.
I had put my son out of my house. I had put
Jasmine out of my house after she was telling
me the truth. She would never forgive me for
doing that.
I was such a fool.
“Mom, where’s Jasmine?”
“Jasmine left Evan. She packed up and she left
Brooklyn.”
“WHERE IS SHE?”
“I don’t know. She didn’t tell me where she
was going!”
My whole world blew up in my face.
I would have someone’s fv¢king head for this
spitefulness.
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*THE HOLLEN SERIES 02*
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Evan’s POV
“I’m going upstairs to get Aria,” I told my
mother.
“I’ll be waiting right here,” Mom replied before
sitting on the couch I had sle-pt on for the
night.
I climbe-d the stairs while my head floated to
another dimension. My memories were only of
putting Jasmine and Jevan out the house. The
way she cried and pleaded to me. The way she
looked at me when she to-re up the check. The
way Jevan looked at me when he was out the
door in his mother’s arms. The way her last
words hurt me: “Go to hell Evan Hollen.”
It was haunting and it was painful. My heart
squee-zed against my che-st as if it wanted to
break free. I couldn’t handle all of the
heaviness. I nee-ded to fix this and fast.
“Aria, we have to leave right now,” I said as I
entered the be-droom.
She was sitting at the dressing table applying
her makeup and alre-ady dressed.
“What’s going on?”
“Mom is downstairs. She did a DNA test and
the results stated that she’s the grandmother
of Jevan; therefore, I have to be the dad. That
DNA center fv¢ked up everything!”
Aria’sl-ipstick fell from her hand and she
looked like she had seen a ghost.
“I’m going down to the DNA center and get to
the bo-ttomof this,” I added as I headed for
my bathroom.
“Evan, baby, my mom just called. I’m going to
take my car and go see her. She’s not in the
best of health.” Aria said while I was in the
shower.
“Okay. I’ll see you soon?”
“Sure. Bye.”
“Bye.”
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Aria Goode POV
“Get my mother’s pri-vate plane re-ady. We’re
taking a little trip to L.A,” I told my mother’s
pri-vate pilot over the phone.
I stepped on the accelerator to the airport.
Thank goodness I had rich parents.
Now, Jasmine Blackman, I’m turning my
attention to you.
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Evan’s POV
I dressed quic-kly and ran downstairs. Mom
and I got into my car and drove to the DNA
center where I had conducted the first DNA
test.
“Melani Thompson!” I shouted as I pushed
throu-gh the door.
She was standing behind her desk with a
bottle of water up to herl-ips. She almost
chocked when she saw me.
“Mr. Hol–”
I slammed the DNA result on the desk along
with my mother’s. “Explain this $h!t to me!”
“Mr. Hollen, it wasn’t me. You’ll have to talk
with Dr. Emillia Francis. She’s the lab
physician,” she quic-kly said with a frantic
voice. “Right this way.”
She took us throu-gh a pri-vate room after
pushing throu-gh a pair of doors. Another
woman stood behind a much larger desk,
wearing a white lab coat and gloves.
“What are you doing here? Melani, what’s the
meaning of this?”
“We’ll be asking the questions here!” Mom
shouted at her.
“This is Mr. Hollen, and his mother,” Melani
said and handed her the two envelopes.
Dr. Francis opened them, looked at the
do¢v-ments inside, and attem-pted to run past
us throu-gh the door.
Mom quic-kly and gr@bb£d her by the hair
before slamming her against the wall.
“She paid me to do it and promised to take
me on tour,” Dr. Francis cried.
“WHO?” I asked, stepping closer to her, blood
boiling and veins popping. The voices in my
head were screaming at me to hurt her.
“Aria. Aria Goode.”
“WHAT?!” I couldn’t believe what I heard.
Everything seemed to st©p around me, like a
sudden hit and dead silence.
Mom re-leased her and she scrunched against
the wall with fear and intimidation.
“I’ll explain,” she said, wiping her eyes and
gathering up herself.
“I’m waiting.” I was silently praying to relax the
inner demons.
“The following day, after you c@m£ and gave
the DNA samples, Aria Goode st©pped by. She
gave me a total of a million dollars in cold
cash and she said it’s all mine if I falsified
your DNA test to make it look like the kid isn’t
yours.
“I honestly didn’t want to do it, but when I saw
all that cash… And I’ve been having financial
problems lately, I just couldn’t resist. I’m really
really sorry, Mr. Hollen. I’m really sorry.”
Tears began to pour from her eyes.
“You’re sorry?” I asked rhetorically with a
laugh. It was a habit that c@m£ on when I tried
to control myself. “You’re sorry?” I repeated; I
never repeated myself. “YOUR as-s COST ME
MY SON! MY SON! AND YOU’RE GOING TO
SAY YOU’RE SORRY!?”
Mom literally pushed her out of the way and
out of the room when I began throwing things
all over the place like a mad man.
“Evan, calm down!” Mom yelled at me.
If Mom hadn’t been there, that woman would
have been the first woman I la-id my hands on.
One Million Dollars? And a Tour? Did I hear her
correctly?
ARIA HAD ME MESSED UP!
I got back into my car and called my father.
“I nee-d you to find Jasmine,” I said.
“How am I supposed to do that?”
“Use your connections, your people, hackers, IT
pros, I don’t care if you have to use the
Russians as well. Just, plea-se, find her!”
“Yes sir,” he answered.
I dropped Mom off and made my way to out
family’s pri-vate airstr!p.
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Jasmine’s POV
L.A. was amazing. It was a total change of
scenery and atmosphere. I had alre-ady settled
down at an ap@rtment complex with my son
right there with me. All of his items, along with
some of mine, were sh!pped to my new
address. Thank you, Zenia.
I hated travelling with Jevan at such a young
age, but I nee-ded to do what I nee-ded to do. I
nee-ded a fresh start and a clean slate and by
all means; I was doing just that.
It was Thursday and 5:30 p.m. and Jevan I
were lying in be-d. He was being fussy when he
was in the crib so I set him down on the be-d
beside me. I pla-yed with his tiny hands and
made funny faces at him, just like what I saw
Emma doing. He gave me the sweetest smiles
and laughter.
I love him so much. He is such a sweet baby.
A knock c@m£ on the door. I had been
expecting the manager to come by and drop
off my spare set of keys.
I lifted Jevan up and placed him back into the
crib, hoping he wouldn’t get fussy and start
crying before I collected the keys.
I went towards the door. I looked into the
peephole but I saw the t©p of the woman’s
head.
“Short much?” I said to myself as I unlocked
the door and opened it slightly.
The woman pushed the door right in and
walked into my ap@rtment. “Did you miss me?”
she asked with a sm-irk.
Aria-fricking-Goode was in my new ap@rtment.
“What are you doing here? How did you know
where I was?”
“It’s a little something called ‘keeping track’,”
she answered, showing me a picture in her
phone with Jevan and I coming home from the
supermarket.
It was from two days ago. I went to the sto-re
across the street to get him some baby
supplies and some feminine products for
myself.
“Get out of my ap@rtment!” I semi shouted.
“Not before I do what I c@m£ here to do!
Where’s the little bastard?”
She had to be crazy. She was in my new
ap@rtment calling my child names, as if Evan
was here to save her as-s this time around.
I approached her quic-kly, to sma-ck the hell out
of her, but quic-kly stepped back when she
pu-ll-ed out a gun.
“I didn’t travel almost three thousand miles just
to say hello.” She lifted the gun up to my face
and snatched the cellphone from my back
pocket.
My heart began to race and all I was thinking
about was my little bundle of joy in the other
room.
“Go get HIM!” she shouted when he began
crying like he s-en-sed the danger we were in.
Aria had a gun pointed at me in my ap@rtment
and I was all alone with my son.
“What are you going to do?” I asked her as I
held Jevan very ti-ghtly in my arms.
She pushed me backwards and my bu-tt hit the
surface of a chair. “Allow me to explain this to
you. At least you deserve an explanation, right?
“All this $h!t could of been avoided if Michael
had done what he was supposed to DO!” Her
last word boomed out.
Jevan flin-ched in my arms.
“Michael?” I was puzzled as to what
connection Michael and Aria had together.
“Yes. My former back-up singer slash ex-
b©yfri£nd, who also worked at the same
restaurant with you. The one who attacked you
and was supposed to make you suffer from a
miscarriage. It’s quite funny how an ex would
do anything you say just in hopes of getting
you back. I let him stalk you, find out where
you lived and, at the perfect opportunity, he
attacked you.”
Of course! Michael. That son of a bit-ch.
After he left the band, he started working at the
restaurant; but I had no idea she was scre-wing
him. How had I missed that?
Michael and I worked together but I hated him.
He was a creep and always looked at me like
he was ra-ping me with his eyes. He was the
only person who made me so uncomfortable
while I worked there.
“So, when the plan failed, it backfired on me
because Evan moved your stupid as-s back into
the mansion. I couldn’t get to you; the maids
and chefs were always around, and the security
guards were always up our as-s too much. So I
waited and c@m£ up with another plan.
“I paid good money for that false DNA test,
and when Evan threw you out, along with that
little monkey,” she pointed the weapon at
Jevan, “I was so satisfied. Mission
accomplished!
“But that bit-ch of a mother just had to interfere
and get a new DNA test done. So, once again,
I’m scre-wed; and Evan alre-ady knows the truth,
and I know he’s going to sink me, but, before
he does that, I’m here to get my satisfaction
once and for all!”
She took the gun off safety and her f!ngers
gr!pp£daround the trigger.
“I’m going to hit you and Evan where it hurts
the most.”
My hold on my baby ti-ght£ñed even more and
we both were in tears.
I knew what she meant by “where it hurts the
most”.
She was going to kill our child.
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*TO BE CONTINUED*