“thank you” Aramide whispered as she pulled herself from the well-needed hug Daniel had given her, the man only gave her a small smile as he sat on the ground Indian style, Aramide chuckled. Daniel raised an eyebrow seemingly confused as to what was amusing.
“W-why are you staring at me like that?” He asked as his eyebrows creased in confusion.
Aramide chuckled once again before sitting in an Indian style too, very aware of Daniel's eye digging into her skin, the melanin beauty finally caught her breath and spoke up “don't mind me,” she began with a small smile, “It's not every day you see a white billionaire sitting on the ground Indian style”
Daniel bit his lip at the racist remark and even though he wanted to say a lot, he knew nothing could change society's view, besides how could he change society when his household was racist, Aramide must have sensed t
Silence fell on both of them, only the sound of the breeze hitting their clothes, and the loud silence between them could be heard. Daniel bit his lip, He had probably realized that this was a bad idea “it's okay if you don't want to talk about it, I would understand, that was so insensitive of me to ask, just because I told you about my past. I think I have overstayed my welcome, good—" He rambled. "Wait," Aramide said before Daniel could take enough steps to the door. He froze just a few steps past her, his eyes still glued to the door, he knew asking such a question was a bad idea and he still did. He had no idea why he did it — why he asked the dreaded question, He was sure Aramide would not talk to him anymore. He had messed up. though Aramide's next words shocked him. "I - I fell in love..." She trailed off, cutting through Daniel's trial of torturous thoughts as he glanced over at her, only to see she had he
“Aramide!” Blaire screamed. She barely registered the fact that she had just used the wrong name but it was certain that even if she knew she couldn't care less at this moment, the woman began to frantically search the room, fear spread across her facial features as her hands shook terribly. It didn't take too long for the army of soldiers they considered workers to storm into the room each other froze in place at the sight of the bed neither daring to make a sound or move. Olivia, Aramide's most trusted maid had tears threatening to spill down her eyes, she was the only one who knew Aramide's true identity apart from Blaire of course, the sight in front of her was one for more than sore eyes, the sheets were completely soaked in blood, and holding written on the mini mirror beside her nightstand table was "247" The trail of blood
The Clough mansion was a sight for elegant eyes; the walls and floors were designed with marble and all the interiors were made of either pure gold, diamonds, or artifacts. The floors were tile black and the whole house was painted with a dark shade of grey. A huge Chandelier hung right above the middle of the sitting room's ceiling. No one needed to be a genius to know it was pure gold. The chairs in the sitting room were made of pure black leather to complement the large portraits of Aramide that sat on the walls and were designed In gold. The house had two floors, initially, Aramide's floor was the bottom and the workers' floor was at the top, but when she arrived Aramide felt that the room on the first floor had too much design and felt choking. Thus, she had moved to the top floor and stayed in the maid quarters while Blaire stayed in her room. and even this room, was elegantly designed too. Though, the beauty of this el
“What’s wrong Cole?” Bola asked. She had just arrived home and had headed up the stairs to check on her son when she caught sight of Cole. She had seen color drain from his face as he turned pale. Bola waited for a few seconds but of course, as expected Cole did not spare her a glance talkless of grace her with a response. Instead, he stopped using his phone and scurried around looking for what she assumed was his car keys “what's wrong Cole? why won't you—” Bola stopped mid-rant as her eyes met the contents in the phone screen. Her hands shook as she picked up the phone to examine what was in her hands, she froze completely as she felt her whole world crumble down. She had to stop Cole now! Apparently, by the time she recovered, it was too late and she was left with yelling out Cole's name as his car pulled out of her driveway, fear
"Bola? When the maid had told me you were here, I didn't believe it,” Mrs Dante said as she saw Bola, as he moved closer she realized the girl was pacing around. The woman raised an eyebrow and asked; "Is something wrong?" Bola chuckled sadly "Is something wrong?" She repeated with an emotion filled voice "Is something wrong? Are you seriously asking me that? Everything is wrong mother! Every single thing!" She said as she threw her purse to the ground breathing heavily as she continued to pace about. "Calm gone and tell me exactly what is wrong,” the woman demanded. "Well what do you expect? It's the same pathetic story. Cole doesn't love me! He doesn't care! And when ever I try to be close to him, his memories of that girl come back! I can't take it anymore. We've been married for two years mother, two years, yet your son can't even bear to stay in a room with me, talk less of share a bed with me! He is like a st
"What is it?" Daniel gritted out as he poked his head out of his room door with a raised eyebrow. He was completely irritated as he glared at his sister who seemed unfazed. He sighed as he came out giving her a look that said "so?" "I need you to call Clarissa's house right now," Mercedes said and Daniel didn't miss the panic in her voice. "Clarissa?" Daniel said as he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, "why?" He asked "Now is not the time to be asking questions just call her up,” Mercedes demanded desperately "Look, if this is one of your stupid assumptions on who she is then—" "Just call her okay! Five lives depend on this!" She screamed to her brother, Mercedes needed to know if Clarissa and Aramide were the same persons. If so, their whole world was going to come crashing down, and their mother's heart attack would be the least of their worries. S
"What happened?" Daniel demanded the moment he arrived at the Clough mansion. Blaire sighed as she wiped her tears and offered him a sit. He hastily accepted it. "So, what happened? She was fine when I left two days ago!" Daniel exclaimed. Well maybe she wasn't so fine... but she was alive and not missing! "I went up to her room the next morning after you left," Blaire sucked in a deep breath as she whispered "She— she wasn't there, Clarissa had vanished" Aramide's kidnapping had hit her hard, even though she wasn't her real mother — Blaire cared for Aramide as if she were her very own child and nothing compares to when a parent is on the verge of losing their child. "The police have started their investigation and..." she trailed off. In reality, she had nothing to say, the police hadn't been able to gather anything conclusive or any leads that coul
“Checkmate” Tania smirked as she stared at the frown that was growing on Dared's face, her childhood friend had never been one to deal with defeat, in fact, the man rarely failed. She was the exception though. She had always made that clear. The fair-skinned girl stood up and dusted her clothes, they had been at this for a while going back and forth and she was exhausted. Honestly, when she decided to visit her friend in New York, she hadn't imagined she would spend three days, and now she had been here for more than a week. She wasn't complaining though, Dared was great company, he was smart intelligent, tall, influential, and dominant. Being filthy rich as well — a quality, she admired. To Tania, Dared was anyone's spec, and she hoped to everything he had built and his whole career, that this Clarissa girl he was always rambling about, was a
“I never imagined things would end like this mom,” Aracely’s hands traced the table as she stared at the mirror. She was in her mother’s dressing room getting ready and the brown-haired girl was almost sure that she was going to fall into the nearest bed and doze off. Aracely had no one else to blame but herself though. The nineteen-year-old knew that it was a horrible idea to go out partying all night yesterday which was Christmas, knowing fully well her parents’ wedding was today. “You still took stunning” Aramide commented as she finished up on her makeup. Aracely bit her lip and smiled. The brown-haired girl pulled her mother’s chair back and knelt in front of the woman. “I’ve never told you this but…” she paused. Her breath hitched and her eyes watered with fresh tears. “Thank you” Aracely breathed. Aramide’s eyes glistened with emotion but before she could speak, Aracely took the woman’s hands into hers, “Thank you so much for being my mother for –“ “Aracely, what’s g
“I didn’t believe it when I heard it.” Aracely said when she caught the reflection of a brown haired boy with green eyes at the familiar lake. Her fingers tugged on her white gown as she struggled to breath through her tears and the warm feeling in her chest. She took a step forward and ignored the pain that shot up in her foot when she hit a small rock. She could remember the night she had found this place.Or better still that she had fallen off.She had just left her home for fresh air after her small argument with Latifa- Latifa. Aracely still struggled to accept that she was gone. They had spent their best years together, struggling through the twisted maze they called life. Aracely knew Latifa didn’t deserve to die, no one did. But she was dead. She got she got straight to the head no freaking questioned asked and why? Because she was related to Aracely. Aracely grew up understanding the meaning of l
“You did it,” Bola whispered as she stumbled back, a bit of blood escaped her lips as her hands went to her stomach which had blood rushing out of it. At this point, everyone had frozen and Aramide let the gun fall out of her hands as tears filled her eyes “ I knew you had it in you.” Bola said as she fell. Aramide’s hands covered her lips as her feet remained glued to the ground. She felt someone hold her from behind and it was then she realized from the strong scent of lavender that it was Cole. Tears filled Aramide’s eyes and she couldn’t tell if it was tears of relief or sorrow, she finally regained control of her limbs and walked over to Bola. She knelt in front of her and said “I’ll never understand how and why you did this? I’ll never be able to accept that you have always been like this…” “A monster?” Bola replied hoarsely as a tear rolled down her cheeks, she was laid on the ground her
The first thing Aramide noticed as she walked down the aisle was Aracely’s wide smile, her daughter looked so pretty. She was wearing a short pink gown and had a white bow on her brown hair, it was tied in a ponytail, the wedding was to take place in the garden and Aramide had to admit that Mercedes had done a great job with the decorations, the aisle had been designed with roses, not too far ahead. Efrain stood by one of the two pillars that held up the small space where the couple was to stand under. The chairs that were set in the garden were white, the scent of thick lavender filled the air, it was Aracely’s favorite scent and Aramide could vaguely remember that the scent lingered on Cole too. Aramide mirrored the smile on her daughter’s face, she was holding hands with someone – Cole. Aramide wasn’t sure she remembered when they had gotten together, but over the past two months, they had gotten closer. Ar
Aramide sighed as she stared into the mirror, she was dressed in a white gown and had a beautiful tiara on her newly styled hair. Her hands traced the jewelry on her neck and rested on the space between the jewelry and her off-shoulder dress – where the amulet rested. The one that bound her to her daughter for so many years. It had been a few months since Daniel died. Since he was buried and since Aracely had broken down in pain. The first few months had been horrible, Aracely barely ate or moved around, she was confined to the four walls of her room. Mercedes was devastated. She refused to look or even speak to Aramide. She blamed the brown-skinned woman for her brother’s death and she wasn’t wrong, to be honest. She was right. Aramide could still visualize the compounded images or Mercedes’ eyes with dark circles and her lips pursed into a line. Cole’s deep stares and sighs. The way his hands slowly ran through his
Bola groaned as she slowly opened her eyes, well, one eye. The thick smell of smoke filled her nostrils and she scrunched it up. She bit her lip as she glanced around, she knew something was wrong, yet she hadn’t been able to pinpoint what it was. She could recall going over the hospital that Aramide had been in to get Cole back. That man knew too many of her secrets and now, Aramide knew then too, she could also recall that Aramide had refused to let her take Cole. An argument ensued and things got a bit bloody from there, but how did this happen though? Had she been caught? Was she in prison? She desperately needed answers now. The blonde woman looked around from her place on the bed, she was slowly becoming aware of everything around her, the small night lamp beside the bed, the fact that the w
Aramide let out a shuddered breath as she walked towards the coffin in front of her. The coffin that had Daniel inside. She traced her hands over it and her eyes filled with tears all over again. it had been a few days already. They had all stalled the burial because Aracely insisted that she wanted to be there and deep down everyone was scared and reluctant to say goodbye. Nevertheless, they were all here now. The loss had always been a pain in the neck. Death? death never knocked — It never warned you — It never gave notice and it didn't even barge in. It came like a thief and it stole. it stole someone's life— someone's peace of mind — someone's source of happiness, someone's brother, sister, mother, father, daughter, son. Today Aramide had to say goodbye to someone who always wanted her to stay. She bit her lip. You only really know what you had till you lose it. till a
Bola grunted in pain as she continued down the sidewalk, stumbling into things as she struggled to see with only one eye open. She dragged herself across the ground as she tried not to fall unconscious. One of her hands was over her eyes with a cloth — trying to control the bleeding. Bola was sure that if she survived this—she would make Aramide pay for all the pain she was going through and the fact that she may lose her eye. After everything Aramide had taken from her, now, she wanted to steal her eyesight too? the woman was despicable in Bola's opinion. Bola knew that the probability of her surviving this was very slim. Yes, she had managed to escape before the cops arrived, but that didn't mean that there wasn't this lingering fear of what would happen if she got caught. The last thing she needed was to end up in a maximum prison cell for Daniel. That man wasn't w
“What's going on? Why is no one speaking up?” Aracely asked with worry etched on her features. She had just woken up, her hands clawed on the sheets as she tried to stabilize herself. It was obvious she was still weak and probably disoriented as well with the way her eyes navigated around the room, curiously breaking through her face like wrinkles. “It's not—" Mercedes tried but Aramide cut her off. “You need to be strong Aracely.” Aramide said as she walked over to her and held her hand, a smile spread across the girl's face. ”You are here,” She sighed in relief as her eyes filled with tears, they weren't of sorrow — yet. Aracely reached out for her mother and squeezed the woman's hands tight “What about Daniel? Where is he?" Aracely asked she tried to find him in the occupied room but Aramide was blocking her view. “He didn't come with? Did he go get something? Is he talking to s