Novels by Orlanda Sam

Estafania's POV I'm pretty sure I closed the curtains in my room when I left the house this morning so there was no way I could have opened it again after coming back from work yesterday because I must have come back late So who the hell opened those curtains to disturb my sleep.....this wonderful sleep, God I can't remember the last time I slept through the night without waking up even once to use the bathroom. I grudgingly dragged myself up from the bed and was immediately hit with the worst headache I have ever experienced in all my years on planet earth, what the hell is wrong with me, it's worse than a hangover on my drunkest days It feels as if my head is about to spIit into different pieces, I am pretty sure I can feel the veins in my head beating uncontrollably "What happened?" I asked the empty room, willing myself to remember what exactly had happened Holding my head with one hand as if that was going to stop the headache, I searched blindly for the bottle of water

Seth's POV I watched as she scrambled to get away from me, it was too late..... I came here to clear my head and stop thinking about all the things that have been bothering me. At least that was what I thought until I saw her ''Wow bro......that's a new accomplishment, you managed to shock a girl into unconsciousness'' said Raymond who has been trying to set me up with a girl for a while now ''She is beautiful, talk about a damsel in distress..... I wonder where she came from'' he continued trying to get my attention but I was only focused on her Does she know how helpless and fragile she looks right now, I bent down and carefully checked on her Raymond still tagging behind 'it looks like you know her bro, don't tell me she is the one that got you all twisted' when I didn't reply he chuckled I came to see Raymond because I knew that with him around I am sure to be surrounded by all kinds of women and I needed any kind of distraction, he did try this time around I must comm

" Finally this cursed day is over" I said as I made my way into the house exhausted. I didn't see Mr handsome throughout the day so I came to the conclusion that he must have left while I was at the pharmacy, I hope it's not because of me "I was told you left the office about two hours ago, so why are you just coming back now" came my uncle, he didn't look happy. I guess this just goes to confirm he's been keeping tabs on me "I stopped to get drugs" it's not as if he cared "I have a project for you, you will be in charge of future interactions with Gustav's international" he said like that was a small thing " what! " "Yes, you've always wanted to take on bigger projects so this deal is an opportunity for you to prove yourself, if you do it well, you get promoted and get your own office like your siblings" he said ever so casually When did he become this generous, what is he up to now? Gone are the days when I would have believed him "Sure why not" I needed to be calm if

Later that day I was tired, completely spent. My head aches like never before, I stayed in my room until the noise downstairs died down then I came out and made my way to my father's room. My uncle and his family moved into the house after my father died, if I am being completely honest they already started moving in little by little when he was still in the hospital under the guise of keeping me company and taking care of me According to my uncle, it was the only way to make sure it remains in the family, unlike other properties that were seized as a result of him "embezzling the company's funds" I walked through his closet, his scent lingered in the air and it still looked well arranged. Some of mum's things were still there the ones I didn't pack the last time I helped in arranging his room. I knew he loved Mama but I thought he would have moved them by now. The clothes were mixed in with his own on the hanger, the folded ones were arranged in a very distinct way, he practic

How do you explain the unfair nature of life? I feel like my father's life is the best example of that. How can a man live his whole life developing and building a multibillon dollar company only to watch it being taken away from him at the end......make it make sense to me. I never understood why, it's even more heartbreaking knowing that the loss of the company led to his untimely death. My father always believed that as long as you were on the right path, things will work out for you but now I struggle to believe in this. He was.... I now have to use WAS when talking about my father. My father was a very kind and hardworking man, he was loved by many until recently. Despite becoming a widower at an early age, he took his responsibility as a father very seriously. I was the apple of his eyes, he was always there and even when he couldn't be....you just couldn't blame him. Just as he loved me he equally loved his company, a business venture he meticulously nurtured till it becam