BHYRON“…that’s what she said, boss. Miss Amani did not accept the invitation.”I’m currently seated in my office, staring at the crumpled invitation on my glass desk and wondering when the high-spirited, carefree Amani I once knew became so stubborn.I get to my feet and pace to the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office, pressing a button on the wall to part the heavy draperies.The design of my office alone screams luxury. Every single item I use here is gotten from outrageously expensive sources all over the world. I have everything I could ever want in life. Except her. And I want Amani. Badly. Obsessively. I can almost imagine her saying those exact words, her lips pouting perfectly like they always do.“Chocolate chips will have to fall from the sky, huh?” Fiddling with my pencil, I turn to Jay.“If Amani wants Chocolate chips, then she will get chocolate chips. Assemble your men. You have work to do…”***AMANIAfter Bhyron’s messenger leaves, I no longer have the strength to
AMANIIt’s settled. I do believe that I have descended into the mangrove of craziness, straight into Crazy town and landed in Crazy river. Because why am I actually contemplating Bhyron’s offer?He’s right. Aunt Ophelia and I actually have less than twenty four hours to cough up twenty million dollars, otherwise, we might as well kiss our family company goodbye. I’m supposed to be looking for ways to repay the loan, but all I’ve been able to do for the past few hours is stare at pictures of my dead son and cry my eyes out.I sure as hell know we’re not coughing up anything before twelve noon tomorrow. We might as well choke in the process.So it’s settled. I’m attending the grand opening of La Mariée Dansante. Great.Even though I’m currently in a hateful relationship with the Macaulays, especially with their golden first born son; even though I’m still mourning the death of my precious boy, I cannot sit around and watch my parents’ hard work go down the drain. I have to do somethin
AMANIBut not for the loud music blasting from the speakers, the entire club would’ve heard my voice. Instead, the only people who are aware of our little quarrel are the people around us.I’m almost standing toe-to-toe with Bhyron, my chest heaving heavily with anger while he simply looks down at me with those icy blue eyes. Instead of apologizing, he looks over my shoulder at Richie, the millionaire tech. guy.“That was supposed to be a joke, Richie. But if you’d excuse me, I’d like to speak with Miss Amani in private.”“Of course. I understand.” Richie nods and walks away.Bhyron looks back at me, his sexy lips set in a hard, straight line.“Let’s go to my office. We need to talk.”Everyone has gone back to minding their business, but I can still feel some curious eyes on us. I fold my arms, lift my chin and stare him down.“I don’t hear an apology.”I fully expect him to brush me off or make some sarcastic remark. However, to my surprise, his eyes darken with a strange emotion an
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VIOLENT SEXUAL ACTIVITIES.***BHYRONI’ve been watching Amani through the CCTV footage on my iPad ever since she wandered off, not because I’m scared that she might figure out the secrets lurking behind the walls of this club, but because I’m obsessed.Red is the worst colour to ever exist in my opinion. The mere sight of it brings back horrible memories, memories I’d rather keep buried forever…but red on Amani is just divine. I’m slowly starting to realize that her aunt was not joking one bit when she said that Amani has changed. I observed her reaction during her short conversation with Sharon. The former Amani would’ve cowered and lowered her head in defeat. The new Amani is bolder, fiercer, more powerful. Her replies left Sharon stunned. I, on the other hand, was just pleasantly surprised.The old Amani wouldn’t dance for no reason as she roamed the empty halls of my club. The old Amani wouldn’t walk into a room filled with strangers without know
AMANI“I hate you…”Bhyron looks totally distraught. Despite the pain that has my back and thighs cramping, I slide off the table and fix my dress, tears of pain and shame sliding down my cheeks in torrents.I don’t say another word to him. I don’t even look at him as I make my way to the door. This was all my fault and I take full responsibility for it. It will never happen again. That’s a fact.I’m almost at the door when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I freeze.“Amani, listen to me…”“Get your hands off of me!” I screech, lunging away from him. “The next time your hand touches me, be prepared to lose it.”My teeth are gritted, my fingers are curled tight and my eyes are blazing with rage. But deep down, my heart is breaking. Deep down, I’m concealing my pain with anger.Bhyron Macaulay will never see my weak side. That’s a vow.“You’ve caused enough damage to last a lifetime, Bhyron. I’d advise you to stay away from me.”I turn to leave once more but he keeps following me.“Amani, I
BHYRONI fall on my knees and await my punishment, head bent. I can feel Duke hesitate above me, but I know he’ll eventually give in. He knows that this is the only way I can pay for my sins. The only way I know.“Can you at least tell me what happened?”I look up and hold his gaze; “I whipped Amani. I hurt her.”Duke lets out a low curse. “How? Why?”I shake my head and stiffen my shoulders. “I’ll give you all the details later. Just… do as I’ve asked. Please.”There’s a moment of tense, choked silence. Then Duke finally responds;“Okay, then. Since this is what you want.”I hear the “whooshing” sound as the whip flies through the air before it lands on my back. Pain erupts on my skin like a burning furnace, licking its way up my arms and penetrating my muscles.Duke whips me mercilessly even when I fall and writhe on the marble floors. I don’t make a single sound. I swallow the pain. I deserve it.The last time I made him do this, I had blood on my hands. I was guilty of a horrendou
AMANIFor lying to us and getting our hopes up only to end up doing us dirty like this, wherever Bhyron’s lawyer is right now, I hope his coffee is always cold before he even gets the chance to take the first sip.The moment Bhyron reveals himself, the atmosphere visibly shifts, becoming tighter, laced with electricity. He stands tall and powerful beside his car, looking down on us like we’re unworthy peasants at his noble throne.When his eyes fall on me, I’m pretty sure he expects me to look away, but I stand firm and hold his gaze despite my shaky fingers.What happened last night will remain in the past. It’s a brand new day and I’m ready to move forward. I guess.“Do you have my money ready?” He asks without mincing words. I open my mouth to speak but Aunt Ophelia pulls my arm, signifying that I should keep silent while she steps forward and addresses Bhyron;“Mr. Bhyron, please don’t do this. Give us a few more days, please. I promise we’ll have the money ready by the end of t
AMANI“Aunt, don’t even think about it.” I say in a warning tone three minutes after Bhyron leaves the premises.Aunt Ophelia hurries to my chair and scoots down on her haunches, grabbing my arm. “Look, sweetheart, you have every right to be upset with Bhyron. All I’m asking is that you give this a thought. It’ll take a magician and some serious black magic to come up with twenty million by noon tomorrow. Besides, the marriage is fake and it’ll only last for six months. By then, we would’ve paid off the ten million with interest.”I give her an odd look. “Sometimes, I wonder if you even love me at all.”Aunt Ophelia gasps, her eyes narrowing with hurt. “How can you say that? Of course I love you. Everything I have done until this time had been in your best interest. Can’t you see?!”I get to my feet, pointing a shaky finger in her face as anger unfurls in my chest; “no, I can’t see anything, aunt. If you loved me, you wouldn’t even think of asking me to go into any kind of relationsh
BHYRON“…your presence irritates me…” Those fiercely muttered words burn through my heart like acid. For a moment, I freeze up and just stare at her, hoping she’d tell me that this is all a joke.But the only emotions in Amani’s eyes are anger and annoyance. She really meant what she said. The realization is like a blow to my stomach.I shut my eyes for a second, temporarily at war with myself. Should I just get up and leave or should I keep trying to reason with her?But even as I ask myself that question, I already know the answer. I’m not leaving. Amani can call me names from the pits of hell and try as hard as she can to push me away, but it’s not happening. I won’t go away. Not anymore.So I grit my teeth and steel my heart against the influx of hurtful words I know she still has in store for me.“What are you still doing here?! I asked you to leave.”I grit my teeth and lift a hand to grab her flailing arm. Maybe she’ll return to her senses if I touch her. Maybe she’ll recogniz
BHYRONOne of my sex workers at La Marièe almost got assaulted by a client tonight. She raised an alarm and the entire situation spiralled out of control within seconds. The news somehow travelled to the guests downstairs and the cops got involved.I spent the past four hours trying to stop La Marièe from getting closed down because of an issue that could’ve been handled with better care. Now I’m exhausted and all I want is to hold Amani and go to sleep.After taking a quick shower, I don boxers and climb into the huge bed, pulling Amani into my arms and cuddling her against my chest. She lets out a soft mewling sound that tugs at my heartstrings but settles down quickly, wrapping her arms around my middle.I’m enveloped in her scent, swathed in the softness of her skin and there’s nowhere else on this goddamn earth that I’d rather be.I’d love nothing but to shut my eyes and let sleep take me, but deep down, I know I cannot afford such luxury. I know the darkness will come… and so wi
BHYRONRamiel looks exactly like he does in the few pictures I’ve seen — angelic. Glowing.He’s dressed all in white just like I expected. A pure white African Kaftan covers his broad shoulders, flowing all the way to his ankles. His shiny blonde hair is perfectly styled and bounces on his shoulders as he walks towards us.When he gets within talking distance, I rise from my seat and Duke follows suit. Besides my grandfather, I never rise to greet anyone whether they come to meet me or I go to meet them. The thought of my old man sends a sliver of choking pain through my guts.But there’s something about Ramiel Castello. Maybe it’s those piercing blue eyes or the invisible glowing ring above his head, but I feel like I’m in the presence of royalty. “I never thought a day would come when the Bhyron Macaulay would ask to see me.” He says graciously, motioning for us to take our seats.Not one to mince words or waste time, I decide to go straight to the point.“Well, I’m sure you alread
BHYRONFinally, after twenty-five gruelling minutes, we arrive at the luxurious five-star hotel. The moment my driver opens the door and I climb off the car, my nerves twist violently as a strange sensation fleets through my heart.Silently, I turn to Duke and find him surveying our surroundings, forehead knotted in a frown.“You feel it, too?” I ask when he comes to stand by my side.“Yes. There’s something very wrong about this place. It gives me the ick.”The Crystal City Hotel is one of the most successful hotel chains in New York. Owned by a renowned Mexican businessman, the towering high rise boasts of modern, world-class amenities that are hard to find in any other hotels in the city, including expertly programmed robots instead of human attendants and complimentary self-driving cars for high-paying clients.To the ordinary eye, everything seems perfect. But to Duke and I, something is wrong.Wait…“Bhyron, take a look at the cars. Notice anything strange?”There are five iden
Starting now, I’m going to try to make this story as fast paced as possible so buckle up, readers!A lot of secrets will be revealed, characters will die, characters will be betrayed and in the end, the truth will finally be revealed.***BHYRONMy shoulders are already stiff and thrumming with tension when I arrive at the sitting room. I feel a presence behind me and turn to find Duncan a few feet away, hands tightly clasped at his back.“Return to the room and keep watch. I need you to pay special attention to Zuri. Make sure the door is open at all times and she doesn’t say or do anything fishy to my wife.”He bows. “Yes, boss.”He’s just about to leave when I stop him.“Can I trust you this time, Duncan? Will you fail me again?”He lifts his head and holds my gaze. There’s no iota of fear in his eyes. Just confidence and respect.“Last night was a stupid mistake, boss. I assure you that it will never happen again.”Three seconds tick by, heavy with mistrust, then I nod and step ba
AMANIMy eyes are firmly shut as I thrash around on the bed in search of my anchor, in search of my source of strength. But he’s not here. He’s gone. I know he is. When he was here, the piercing pain in my heart had reduced to a dull throb. The dirty, contaminated feeling that tainted my soul stayed far away, too scared of his darkness to come close. The heavy feeling in my limbs had disappeared, too. When he was here, he protected me. He shielded me from Antonio’s grubby hands. But now that he’s gone, I’m being bombarded with everything at once. The excruciating discomfort is back. My demons have returned to attack me and he’s not here to fight them off.I can hear voices in the distance and even though I’m clutched in the throes of a horrible nightmare, I still call out for him. I need him. I listen carefully, hoping I hear his voice, hoping he comes back for me.When the pain becomes unbearable, I curl into myself and hot tears slip past my tightly shut eyelids. My soul takes a
BHYRONI hear Amani’s screams from down the hall and it tears through my soul like a fiery blade. I run blindly and don’t stop until I’m storming into the master bedroom. The sight that greets me shatters my nonexistent heart to pieces.Amani is writhing and shaking in bed. The once perfectly laid sheets pool around her legs and arms, evidence of her distraught.Without uttering a word and driven by an urgency that makes my blood boil, I take off my shoes and climb into the bed with her, pulling her trembling body flush against my chest. Her eyes are firmly shut but the second I touch her, tears still manage to leak through.The sight of her wet cheeks unravels an animalistic intensity inside of me, but I have to tame it and take care of my baby. Amani is my only priority. She’s more important than even my darkness. “Bhyron…” she whimpers, clinging onto me like a baby monkey. “It hurts. It hurts so much. I can’t take it anymore. Please, make it stop.”I hug her fiercely and kiss her
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DELICATE TOPICS LIKE SEXUAL ASSAULT AND SELF HARM. PLEASE REFRAIN IF YOU’RE TRIGGERED BY SUCH TOPICS.***AMANII’m hallucinating. I’m sure of it. I’ve been hallucinating for the past hour.One moment I was lying on the grimy floors of the phone booth, thinking I’d never get to see Zuri again and the next, an Angel appeared right in front of me.I looked up at him dazed and confused, blinded by the sheer beauty of his bright, golden air and pure white shirt. Even now, I can still remember the unique colour of his eyes — silver and narrowed, while his head shook with pity as he looked down on me.“Are you Angel?” I ask, my voice weak and barely audible.“Yes, I am. What would you like me to do for you?”A real Angel?! What a treat. Or maybe I was hallucinating.“Take me home, please.” I begged, wrapping my arms tightly around my middle. “I’m so cold. I think I’m freezing.”“Your wish is my command, princess.”Without uttering another word, the Angel swept
BHYRONIt’s been an hour. One full hour and my woman is still nowhere to be found. The mere thought of her cold and probably lying hurt somewhere sends pinpricks of pain through my heart. I haven’t been able to sit still. The penthouse is currently teeming with police officers and private investigators, but none of them have been able to say anything reasonable concerning Amani’s whereabouts. I’m giving them five more minutes to come up with something other than “we’re still searching.” If not, I’ll go out there and search for her myself. The fingers in my pockets are tightly clenched and it takes every ounce of self control I possess to stop myself from ripping the hair off my scalp. I feel like a bloody ticking bomb. One tiny mistake from anyone here and I’ll explode.“Sir, for the past thirty minutes, our men have tried their best to trace the call your wife made to Miss Zuri, but information reaching us is that the rain damaged some of the land lines and the signal is in shamble