My phone rings loudly.
Ugh!
I wish I had put it on flight mode.
It's a Sunday. I just want to sleep the entire day and just lay around, doing nothing and lazying around.
That's what Sundays are for, right?
I look at my phone's screen.
It's my mom.
I groan as I sit up on bed, putting the phone on speaker.
"Mom?"
"Mila, I just got into an accident!"
I gasp. "What! Accident? Where are you? Are you okay?"
"I am in the house. Please come."
With that, mom hangs up.
Really? Accident? She got in an accident and she's at home? Mom can really be a little bit extra at times. Especially when she misses me or wants to see me.
I hop from the bed and spread it before I head to the sh
I am standing beside the wide window, staring at the view of my office.I love the new ocean blue color of my office. Gray was so pale for a cologne company. Blue is perfect : especially because it's my favorite color. Everything was changed over the weekend. From the walls to the floors to the logo to the carpets. CLARKE is now a blue company. Blue and White.The office phone rings."Yes Ms. Crawford.""Ms. Bridget Banks is here to see you.""Let her in please."I was expecting her. The financial advisor.She's tall, wearing an official purple dress, her blonde shoulder-length hair combed neatly.She stretches out her hand to me politely, a small smile on her rather serious face."Ms. Bridget Banks."I shake her hand, smiling tentatively. "Ms. Camilla
We wake up very late the next morning.Karla is the first to wake up, screaming, shouting and swearing her boss will skin her alive. She has a quick shower, borrows one of my new numerous skirtsuits and heels. She then borrows my blue Ferrari, saying she will return it tonight or tomorrow. She waves us all goodbye before she bolts out of the room.I am left with Riana who is in no rush whatsoever and she's the last to have a shower.Before I go to bath, I call Ms. Crawford, my secretary saying I will be running in late for work today so she should move the morning meeting to the afternoon.Just as I am getting prepared, stupid Jace calls. I am tempted to not pick up but I end up receiving the call."Hey.""Hey.""Sorry for calling. I just thought I should say thank you for what you're doing for Hannah. You have a
"Yes! Shawn Mendez!"The senior staff is shocked by my excitement towards the mention of the singer."Why him? He's young and handsome and girls drool all over him. He has a huge Instagram following and has billions of fans around the world. And to top it all off, he's amongst the few stars with very few haters."All of the staff agree with me on using the young singer as our brand ambassador." Ms. Crawford, "I call my secretary who is seated at the front scribbling on her notebook. "Set an appointment with Shawn's manager. Next week. "With that, the meeting comes to an end.÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷Ms. Bridget Banks is not pleased at all.She's fuming just across my desk, displeased by my decision. I do not know why sh
I drove from work early today.Today, I didn't have a meeting at the conference room, just sat in my office staring at the monitor and picking my secretary's calls.I drive back home and have a quick shower. I pull on a pair of gray sweat pants, a black hoodie and a pair of black Fentys.I walk to my mom's place. I kind of miss her.I get to her house and call her, "Mom?"She's not in the living room. She's in the bathroom having a shower.I make a trip to her room when she's done bathing and dressing up.I open the door and I am met with an elegant woman in a gorgeous red gown, her curly ebony hair tumbling smoothly on her back. I am so jealous of this woman."Where is my mom?" I ask as I flop on her huge bed.Mom faces the full-length mirror and runs her hands through h
Karla picks me the last.We are going clubbing tonight to celebrate Karla's payrise.I won't be drinking but hey! I will have fun with these two little monsters of mine and that's all that matters.I climb at the back of Karla's old jeep, which was given to her by her dad when she went to college. Her dad died two years ago. She was as broken as I was when my dad died but good thing, we were there for her through every step of the way and here she is!I am in a black leather coat, a little black leather frock and black leather thigh high boots. I love the Gothic look I have pulled on today and I just can't wait to have mad fun tonight."Ramon said you should have these," Riana turns to face me at the back and hands me a box. "He says he's sorry..I open the box and inside is a box of oreos and an "I'm sorry" note written in bold red.Ore
I just received an invitation letter.It's from Rupert Green.This man just throws parties every damn day. He must have billions of money to waste on throwing grand parties so often.I read this grand invitation on my laptop, dressed in warm pajamas because it's gloomy outside. I reach for my mug of coffee as I read other mails.I just woke up and decided not to go to work. It's a Saturday after all and it is not compulsory to go to work on weekends. Furthermore, I am the boss!I reach for my iPhone when it rings.My secretary is calling."Yes, Ms. Crawford.""Ms. Clarkson, Mr. Rupert Green sent you an invitation for the grand party tonight through mail. Have you seen it?""Yes.""Would you like me to do anything for you?""For now, Nope. Thank y
Ramon comes to pick me up that Sunday morning.I step out of my house and see him in a plain white shirt and dark jeans, sitting on top of his car.One look at me and a smile curves on his sensuous lips. It feels like it's some kind of gesture to tell me I look gorgeous in this simple white long dress and simple wedges.Put on a long decent dress, Ramon had insisted and this is the best I could pull.He doesn't say much through the entire ride. I just stare outside the window, asking myself a tonne of questions. Why am I here? Why do I feel so safe around him yet I barely know him? Why is my heart throbbing so hard and why are my hands sweating? Why does he make me feel so uneasy? So nervous? Not in a bad way though... Strangely, in a good exciting way..."We are here," he announces.The car stops outside a huge building with a cross on top.
The doorbell rings.I shoot up from the seat and open the door.Ramon."I'm sorry about yesterday," he says softly.I welcome him inside and shut the door.He stands still, gazing seductively at me. Him standing there, looking at me lustfully makes my heart pound hard against my chest and my legs a little bit wobbly.In a lightning's speed, he pins me on the door and lifts me up. As if I had been waiting for this, I wrap my thighs tightly around his waist, our bodies now pressed so tightly against each other.&n
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RAMON I am sitting on the small bed, a paper on my lap and a pen in my hand.I am writing a letter to her...She is not going to write me back. She has never once written back after the hundreds of letters I have sent her over the past six months.But I do not write to get a reply.I write for her to know I still care about her and I think about her...And I still love her...Maybe she will never give me a chance. Maybe she will never forgive me for all the pain I caused her.But that is not reason enough for me to stop.Because if I stop, then what am I living for?The reason I wake up each and every day optimistically in this dark, lonely and cold place is because of Camilla and our baby.They are my source of strength.Source of happiness.I wa
"This dumb brother of mine keeps calling!"Andrew grumbles as he looks at his phone.He stands from the chair and presses his phone to his ear."Rupert? Can you stop calling! I am busy!" he roars as he storms out of the room, yelling.I am still in shock.Andrew has been the mastermind all this time?I never even once suspected him.Ever!From what I have gathered since yesterday, Andrew is the head of the Relliks Company. An organization I thought was for criminal investigation. But as the FBI Agent said, it is more than that.Because he found out the truth, Bridget murdered him. It is a company where a client orders for a particular person to be killed and their property to be snatched.And the reason these clients choose this organization is because Relliks knows how to cover th
"Dear Little princess."My uncle enters the room holding a briefcase.Flex, Bridget and some six other men lurk behind him.He turns and looks at the pack sternly."I need to be left alone."Bridget narrows her eyes at him. "But-""It is not a request Banks!" he says harshly.She rolls her eyes and they all leave the room.Uncle Terrence struts towards me and grabs a chair to sit directly opposite to me. He puts the black briefcase on his lap.He grins at me evilly and my whole body is aching to pounce on him like a beast and strangle him to death.He is a monster."Sorry for dragging you into this kind of mess darling."But there is not even a slight tone of remorse when he says that.I notice that he is completely ignoring Ramon,
Ramon is tied to the chairRight next to me.It is kind of a relief now, not having to watch him hanging loosely on the ceiling.I know I should not feel even a tinge of sympathy towards him but to be honest, It was painful to watch him hanging loosely on the ceiling like some animal about to be slaughtered.Flex will not admit it, but he also felt some kind of sympathy for Ramon and decided to tie him up on the chair with the help of other six men, wearing "Relliks" badges.It is so surprising that this Relliks thing has a whole team working for them and that's scary. Scary because it will not be easy at all to escape and run for my life.This is how I'm going to die...The mere thought of that sends a shiver down my spine...Mr. Davis, the deceased FBI agent was right.Relliks is more than just a crime investigatio
CAMILLAI jerk back from sleep.My eyes have been blind-folded with a thick cloth and my hands and legs have been tied up to the chair I'm sitting on.I can not remember being tied up and put in this position.How did I get here?All I remember is two guys in black suits drugging Ramon and I with a syringe the minute we got in the car. I guess I passed out then and I don't remember one thing that has happened to us since.Oh my God!Where did they take Ramon?My heart is pounding hard against my chest, trying to free myself from all these ropes that bound me."Camilla."It is Ramon.He is here with me.But I can NOT see him.Ugh!"Relax baby. I'm here," he says gently.
RAMON60 Days.60 Days To make her fall Inlove.To marry her.And then finally, To kill her.The boss assigned me to her.She was my fifth assignment.And then I met her, and she was so fucking beautiful. So fucking perfect. Her dark eyes, her massive dark hair, her curves, her flawless skin...And I was supposed to kill her?I knew this was going to be hard. But what I didn't know, is how hard I would fall for her as each day passed.I wish I had fallen for her outer appearance; well, her outer beauty fascinated me no lie. But what fascinated me most about her is the massive volume of her heart.I have never met a human like her with a heart as big as hers.I did not quite grasp how she would give her friend millions of dolla
I wake up in a strange small room.Where the hell am I?Did I sleep in this room? Who brought me here? Oh my God! Did my mom manage to kidnap me?It is supposed to be my wedding day today! Why the hell am I here?I jump from the bed and bolt to the door. I grip the doorknob but it seems the room has been locked from the outside.I suddenly start to shiver, every nerve giving off panic alarms. This is not good. Not good at all.I rush to the window, hoping for it to be my means of escape but No. The windows are tightly locked.
Ramon and I are woken up by the loud banging on the door.He is the first to jump out of the bed and puts on a pair of pants. I follow behind quickly, wearing his huge grey t-shirt.He first peeps in the hole on the door, before opening the door.He sighs then opens the door.The minute the door swings open, Rupert pounces on Ramon, punching him on the cheek.He hits him so hard that he starts to choke blood. I let out ear-splitting screams but the men are still on each other like cats. At first, Ramon wasn't beating him up. But now that Rupert can't seem to let him go, he is also throwing punches and his nose is bleeding so bad.I keep screaming for them to stop but Rupert pins Ramon on the floor and hits his head countless times against the ground. He rolls over and now it's Rupert that's beneath him.Ramon's eyes are dark. Dark with rage. I almost