“You have been moody since we started dinner, and you have barely touched your food,” Fanny said, and gave an investigative look at me, who had been fondling with my meal for some time now.I forced a weird smile and grinned afterward. I had been thinking.Nothing else was on my mind than the evil plot of Opula and Kate which would have been executed if I hadn’t intervened. Right now I kept struggling within myself whether or not to tell Fanny about it.I wouldn’t want to start a fight I couldn’t finish. I only wished Opula and Kate would let peace reign. If only they would know that I had no interest in the Fanny’s empire but in feelings for Brian.“Is there anything you want to share with me?” Fanny asked me and when a thought hit his mind he said, “If it is about the Ferraris which Opula smashed, I have fixed them. Your husband’s Ferrari is ready for use.” I shook my head in disapproval, “Far from it father,” I interrupted him and hesitated to speak yet further, “I…I” I stuttered,
I was very busy in my inner chamber humming Brian’s favorite song and keeping the chamber in order when I heard a shuffling walker close by. At first, I threw caution to the wind by taking it for granted, thinking it was one of the servants. Not until I perceived the heady fragrance of a male figure, and I was startled.“Oh my goose!” I exclaimed, “You startled me!” I nagged as I caught sight of Frank at my door.First, he didn’t knock on the door before sneaking in, and second, he was bare-chested in my chamber at an ungodly hour. Besides, I can’t recall the last time I had a rapport with Frank considering the fact that he was Kate’s husband and might have been sent to snitch on me.This visit was unhealthy to me; it was not supposed to be, and I wondered why he was here in the first place.“Why are you here, frank?” my harsh tone queried him as I gave a closer study of his moves. Perhaps he was here for an ulterior motive.He was all smiles, neglecting my question as he advanced to
Each time I beheld the beautiful pearl Brian gifted me before the coma, I often wondered how I could reciprocate this kind gesture.When I heard of Modest Art, Rio Hondo’s most gifted artist, who happened to be an Indian oldie, I decided to immortalize my husband and to do this I gave his picture of when he was putting on ear pod while singing in the studio, to the artist.After being immortalized, I would place the statue in the middle of the villa where everyone could see it and appreciate my sweetheart. I guess father would love it.Staring at this three-fourth statue of Brian, I was excited to bring this into reality because it was a gift from my heart. I had gifted Brian something special. I wanted to gift him the child in my womb and I guess it would be the best gift ever because he would be the most fulfilled man on earth when he woke from coma and realized I was pregnant for him.Obviously, that would be the greatest gift ever. But for now, I wanted to gift him something ever
Once upon a time on a crisp November morning, late summer in Rio Hondo, at the Fanny’s mansion, bottles of beer, rum and cigars were seen littered all over the table. And carelessly scattered on the floor were G-string, pants, sleeves and a polka-dotted dress. In the other corner the bed was creaking hugely under the weight of two figures. A sonorous moan blared and hung over them. Like a trumpet, the female voice amplified the most out of the window, while the male voice groaned and grunted at a terribly disturbing way.Opula was bouncing and having her fragile, slender waist astride the legs of Ken, whose mouth was gaping, and hands infinitely stroking and fondling her fragile small breasts.“Y – you are not doing badly today,” Ken stuttered under her weight and squeezed her tapering waist.She shut her eyes and breathed hard. “Yesterday’s sex was horrendous,” she sounded through a moan and clenched her teeth to pound harder. “I am going to give it to you hot!” she managed to say in
Indigenes of Rio Hondo often referred to me as the poorest, ragged girl, but I could barely fight anyone over it or prove them wrong in any pragmatic way because, literally, I was poor.My poor father died when I was six. Mother said he died mysteriously, but whenever she mentioned that I often understood her empathy, after she must have elaborated, he died out of the depression of poverty. With nothing to fall back on, we relocated to our grandpa’s house to perch with him. Not that he was richer, but he was poorer. Daily we clung to the jaw of hunger and wants, since the meager vegetable garden he groomed could barely sprout enough produce, let alone make it to the market.Grandpa died and opened the door of intense lack for us as we looked forward to joining him soon. Inheriting a poorly grooved vegetable garden and a fragile, roofless, thatched, cane house, we waited for the hands of death to pay us homage soon.It didn’t stop us from going to the market anyway. While others sold th
I was heartbroken all day. Ruin and disappointment pervaded my countenance, and while on my way home I wailed bitterly. I thought about what would become of us, especially my mother who was slowly dying of a mysterious ailment. I could barely say what mother was suffering from because we could barely feed her well, let alone afford to take her to the hospital.The previous day we struggled to earn a square meal and I can recall promising mother that today would be better. I wondered if mother perceived the falsity of my promise because of our poverty. She had never believed life could get better for us. She only had consolation in her reverie.After promising to buy good food for her with the proceeds from our vegetables, she only responded in tears and kept staring at the ceiling while she lay in her sick bed.And today being the day I promised her at least two square meals, that billionaire’s mad son ate all my raw vegetables and left us to die of hunger.“What nonsense a billionaire
When I advanced to the villa, I noticed my feet couldn’t carry me further. The splendor that hung across the mansion overwhelmed me so much that I deemed myself not worthy of being anywhere around it; not even its flowers and ornamental trees, which looked healthier than me.I quickly distinguished myself from smearing the expensive environment by my poverty countenance.Suddenly, I came to a halt once I caught sight of a uniformed band of security men, all well-suited with strong facial features, who asked me a thousand questions with their hostile faces and hefty chests.My entire body vibrated as I folded my arms in anticipation of what they intended to do. Now they surged close to me.One of them stared at me from head to toe, and must have perceived the wretchedness that encompassed around me; I perceived they were bored with seeing the scraggly faces of the poor hounding the villa all in the name of seeking the billionaire’s help.Noticing one of the security prancing towards my
Fanny shook his head in the affirmative and became all smiles. His eyes sparkled.“You are welcome to my humble family, my adorable sister-in-law,” Kate intoned, with a lop-sided grin.Kate was the second-eldest daughter of Fanny’s. She was chubby, short and with pink cheeks that often smiled. Her hair was auburn. She kept smiling and shaking her head just like every other person except Eva. Her nostrils flared, “Who is she? And who is her family in Rio Hondo?” Eva asked, gritted her teeth, shot her go-to-hell stare at me and walked around me as though I was some laboratory specimen.Among the girls, it was Eva who cherished Brian most. She wanted the best for Brian and wished her family could give Brian a better wife than she saw. Although she rarely showed it, the love Eva had for Brian was rare, and she could sacrifice her life for him if there was need for it.“No, no, Eva”, Opula, the eldest, protested with her hand, gesturing at Eva. She protested yet further, “You don’t have t
Each time I beheld the beautiful pearl Brian gifted me before the coma, I often wondered how I could reciprocate this kind gesture.When I heard of Modest Art, Rio Hondo’s most gifted artist, who happened to be an Indian oldie, I decided to immortalize my husband and to do this I gave his picture of when he was putting on ear pod while singing in the studio, to the artist.After being immortalized, I would place the statue in the middle of the villa where everyone could see it and appreciate my sweetheart. I guess father would love it.Staring at this three-fourth statue of Brian, I was excited to bring this into reality because it was a gift from my heart. I had gifted Brian something special. I wanted to gift him the child in my womb and I guess it would be the best gift ever because he would be the most fulfilled man on earth when he woke from coma and realized I was pregnant for him.Obviously, that would be the greatest gift ever. But for now, I wanted to gift him something ever
I was very busy in my inner chamber humming Brian’s favorite song and keeping the chamber in order when I heard a shuffling walker close by. At first, I threw caution to the wind by taking it for granted, thinking it was one of the servants. Not until I perceived the heady fragrance of a male figure, and I was startled.“Oh my goose!” I exclaimed, “You startled me!” I nagged as I caught sight of Frank at my door.First, he didn’t knock on the door before sneaking in, and second, he was bare-chested in my chamber at an ungodly hour. Besides, I can’t recall the last time I had a rapport with Frank considering the fact that he was Kate’s husband and might have been sent to snitch on me.This visit was unhealthy to me; it was not supposed to be, and I wondered why he was here in the first place.“Why are you here, frank?” my harsh tone queried him as I gave a closer study of his moves. Perhaps he was here for an ulterior motive.He was all smiles, neglecting my question as he advanced to
“You have been moody since we started dinner, and you have barely touched your food,” Fanny said, and gave an investigative look at me, who had been fondling with my meal for some time now.I forced a weird smile and grinned afterward. I had been thinking.Nothing else was on my mind than the evil plot of Opula and Kate which would have been executed if I hadn’t intervened. Right now I kept struggling within myself whether or not to tell Fanny about it.I wouldn’t want to start a fight I couldn’t finish. I only wished Opula and Kate would let peace reign. If only they would know that I had no interest in the Fanny’s empire but in feelings for Brian.“Is there anything you want to share with me?” Fanny asked me and when a thought hit his mind he said, “If it is about the Ferraris which Opula smashed, I have fixed them. Your husband’s Ferrari is ready for use.” I shook my head in disapproval, “Far from it father,” I interrupted him and hesitated to speak yet further, “I…I” I stuttered,
The day after, Opula and Kate drove down to the hospital with the coffin and the expectation of replacing Brian with a doll replica. Since they had everything in place there was no need to waste any more time. They couldn’t wait to do away with Brian and nullify my marriage with their brother.Once Brian wais buried, they will have no war to fight anymore.They were seated in the doctor’s office, waiting for the doctor to come in and tell them his arrangements for the secret burial.“It will be ideal to bury him at night,” Opula said, staring at Kate who gave a nod, “I have made arrangements with the men at Rio Hondo cemetery, and they said late hour will be the best time.”Kate supported it, “You have a point there, dear. We should do this without any form of suspicion. You know how reputable and famous our family is in Rio Hondo. If we are seen at the cemetery right now by anyone it would create suspicion and expose us.”“Yes, of course we could be exposed and you know the consequen
I had a desperate yet nervous breath when I got into the ward where Brian may have to stay till he woke from the coma. I couldn’t take a few more steps forward. How could I behold with my eyes a man I thought was healed of his insanity? How would I shut my eyes to sleep after seeing Brian lose his cuteness overnight just because he was at a spot as lifeless as the leaves.I sniffed heavily as I wiped the tears that surged down my eyes.I never wanted to be entangled in love, but this was fate happening to me; this was destiny and if you should ask me, I would embrace it with my full chest and endure till the end.It seemed as though my toes were stuck to the floor. Once I gazed upon Brian, my heart thudded with fear and I recalled Opula and Kate making plans to declare him dead.Warm tears burnt my cheeks as they trickled down. I surged close wishing I could wave some magic wand and Brian would wake from coma.But reality dawned on me; the man whom I thought I would spend the rest of
When I returned to my chamber I was as shattered as the glass that fell off the rooftop. Things could get messier for me in this villa and I wondered if I should stay back and wait for Brian or if I should run away.I grabbed Brian’s photo, turned on his music on the player and fresh memories of the first love of my life flashed before me. This was a man that once scared the living daylight out of me due to his violent mental derangement, but today I was carrying his baby.“Oh Lord could this be true love or am I overwhelmed by my infatuation? What fate awaits me on this path of love?” I wailed within myself as I gazed upon the photo of Brian.He left as soon as he came into my heart. I never knew it was going to get to this; perhaps I would have hidden my love and walked away without any strings attached.That very night I slept off with Brian’s photo on my chest and his favorite song sounding on the player***These days, the photo of Brian was the last thing I saw and the first thi
Frank and Kate were going through my contract marriage documents while they discussed the way forward for the Fanny Group.I guessed I was the only obstacle stopping the girls from inheriting their father’s wealth and I wondered what they could be up to now my husband was in a coma.All I wanted was the safety and survival of my husband; although I wanted to disappear from the villa for a while, on a second thought, Brian would be disappointed if he should wake from the coma, and I was nowhere to be found.I didn’t want Brian to lose trust in me; we had come a long way and nothing could separate us; not even death.But I knew Brian would wake from the coma!“This is exactly one month Brian has been in a coma,” Frank said, flipping through the document papers, “Fanny Luis is not getting any younger, is he going to wait for Brian to wake before he appoints an heir? It is obvious Brian is not going to wake from the coma.”Kate poured drink for two and handed him a glass.“I was at the ho
Fanny, Tony and I surrounded Eva who was lying in the sick bed, under a drip bag. She was very strong now, and I couldn’t wait to hear what the cause of what happened to her was.Her husband, Tony, stamped an engaging kiss on her brow, “Please honey, get well soon. I don’t want anything to befall you. You are all I have got.” He grabbed her palms and stamped a warm kiss on it.Eva rolled her frail eyes and sucked a deep breath. Her gaze came upon me and I guessed she wanted to utter a word but held it back.Soon the doctor came in and invited everyone except me, “Why don’t you stay back, Melissa and take care of her,” the doctor said, while Fanny and Tony joined her in his office.Shortly after they left, Eva sprang so energetically that it was obvious this was a trick. I raised my knitted brows at her, surprised to see her smiling and lively.“Hey, Melissa, I am fine, nothing happened to me,” she whispered, smiling with mountains of energy in her eyes and chin, “I had to do the needf
Reality was about to dawn on me once I heard my name. I turned to go in and answer the police, but before that I banged the door to stop Opula and Kate from peeping into my chamber.When I got in, Eva and the police were staring at a sizable box which was locked; that was the reason they called me.Instantly, awareness struck in me and I realized it was in the box I kept the credit card a night ago. Nervousness hung in my eyes as I swallowed hard.“Could you please unlock the box so that we can search it?” the police officer said softly, pointing at the box.Eva’s gaze settled on me; she could perceive the reality that had just struck in me; it just hit my memory that in the box was the credit card . I had hidden the card in it for safe keeping so that enemies like Opula wouldn’t find it.“Oh my God,” I exclaimed in my mind, “Misfortune is about to happen to me now. It just dawned on me that the card was in the box and not under the bed. Oh, Lord! I need a turn around,” I said in my m