DavinaThe ride home was quiet but pleasant. My eyes followed the trail of the city as I breathed the fresh clean air. My first task was done-with a bang. Father sat beside, his eyes on his phone,but the atmosphere was less tense that other times I've been around him. I folded my hand neatly in my palms as my memory replayed what just happened. I took care of King and got rid of Christine and Smith.Father exhaled, his voice breaking the silence. “You handled today well.”The words were simple, but coming from him, they carried weight.I turned my head slightly, studying his profile. His face was unreadable but softer. “Thanks Father ” I said, dropping my gaze to my hands. “I had to do it” He hummed in approval. “But now, things will get even more serious and complicated. People now know you're a Charez and your first line of action was getting rid of a director that has seethed his roots deep in the company. Some people will like you, most won't” He added slowly. The car stoppe
DavinaA knock pulled from the depth of sleep. Still dazed, I refused to open my eyes but the knock came again. “Who is it?” I screamed without getting up. “Martha ma'am”It was a maid. “What do you want?” I called out again. “It's past dinner time ma'am and the sir and madam have been waiting” I sprang up from the bed and checked the clock for the time. It really was past dinner time. “Tell them I'll be there” The footsteps retreated and I forced myself to get up from the bed. Still sleepy, I dragged my feets across the room and caught my reflection in the mirror. God I look disheveled. I decided to take a quick shower to keep clean and wash the remaining sleep from my eyes. I sharply took a shower and entered the walk-in closet to pick out an outfit. Settling for a loose chiffon gown, I wore it immediately. As I buttoned up, my eyes wandered around the room. I met my own gaze in the floor to ceiling mirror. I paused.I look different than I had been months ago. My eyes c
Davina The table was filled with laughter and the air was celebratory.A celebration. Of me.The thought made something tighten in my chest. I had spent so long fighting, proving, maneuvering in shadows where warmth did not exist. I was being acknowledged as a daughter, as a family not as a pawn. I chewed slowly thinking of how to bring up the discussion. How to tell them the life as I lived as Davina Stewart. How I was a plaything for the people I called family, how I was discarded by my husband when he got tired of me. I wished to rid myself of the burden inmy chest. But looking at them now—at my mother feeding my father a bite of his food, at the way his usually stern face softened with amusement—I faltered.I had never seen my father laugh before.The sound was warm to the ears. I watched my mother teased, and watched respond with a smile. Since I came I have never seen them like this. It felt as if the wound they carried was healing up. Perhaps I completed them. They must ha
DavinaI woke up very early the next morning. It was the D-day. Today, I become Stasha Charez fully. No more hidden identities, just who I actually am. I took my bath and went into the walk-in closet.I went to the row of clothes mom had gotten for me when I first arrived, all seemed off then but now I understand why she got me corporate outfits. She was preparing for the day I finally stepped into my position as the heir to the Charez empire. I blindly picked a suit but returned it immediately. I can't wear fitted outfits, my baby bump will be noticed. After much deliberation, I settled for a pantsuit and a blazer to match. Using light make-up, I hid my stressed face behind the look of a polished lady boss. My mind conflicted on what to expect. Will they be soft on me or throw challenges my way or be outrightly mean. Well I had no way of knowing unless I got there. Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of my room. It was time to be Stasha. Break went by smoothly, not as w
DavinaI entered the meeting room, Tim trailing behind me. I sat at the head of the table while Tim laid the documents in front of me. “Shall we?” Silence. Nobody said anything, they all stared at me blankly. “Hello?? Is this how you guys operate here? I need people working under me to be active and agile. Now shall we?” There was a shift in atmosphere as they all shuffled in their seats. Linda stood up to present the budget. “Why is so much money going to operations?” I questioned, leaning in my seat. “Do you even understand or you're asking because you want to say something?” Linda said with a poker face. “Fifty percent of the budget should go to works and payment of employees so why is 40 percent going to operations?” I asked again. They were all stunned, surprised I knew anything about it. The meeting was tense from start till end. By the time the meeting ended, I was able to ascertain my authority over them. “I am the boss. I call the shots” I made my last statement
DavinaThe night passed by slowly as I rolled repeatedly in bed. My mind replayed the dining scene, I had lost my chance again. Why was Alex back here? I tossed and turned and didn't know when I finally drifted to sleep. I woke up early the next morning and decided to prepare for work right away. I have the directors to take of today. Tracing my hand through my belly, I greeted my baby a good morning mentally reminding myself of the need to see a doctor soon. My mind replayed the disappointment of not being able to tell my truth to mother and father yesterday all because Alex was around. I was ready to tell my family the truth but not outsiders. I took a deep breath while settling in my blazer. Walking down the stairs to go to breakfast, I silently anticipated my day at the office. I walked down the stairs slowly. I entered the dining room and greeted them. “Good morning”. My mom greeted me back with her sweet voice while my father just nodded. I plopped into my chair, serving d
DavinaI sucked in a deep breath as I studied his face. He looked conflicted as if he was considering his choice of words. “A stranger?” He finally spoke up. “Is that how you see me?” I could feel the hurt resonating from his slightly shaken voice. I took a deep breath. How could I possibly make him understand without shattering his feelings further? “See Alex,” I began, softening my tone. “You guided me back here and helped me reunite with my family and frankly speaking, I appreciate that a ton..but it really just stops at that. You are not my family.”“But I'm a friend..” “We can be classified as friends” I cut him off. “We are childhood friends,” he said emphatically. “Yes. We were childhood friends from when I was five” “Exactly” I sighed in frustration. Why was he not getting this? Is it so difficult to understand?“Listen Alex. We were friends, correct but when I was five. I've been gone for over 20 years. You can't expect us to just become buddies again. You reunite me
Davina. I went stiff and tried racking my brain for an answer that wouldn't be suspicious. Oh God. What do I tell her? “Stasha…” Mother's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. “Yes, Mom,” her eyes gave a questioning look. “Oh, Mom. It's nothing at all”“Are you hiding things?” I could sense the hurt in her voice. I was definitely hiding things, a lot of things but I couldn't tell her that. It might break this fragile bond we're trying to build. “It's nothing, mom. It's just a plan to deal with the stubborn directors” I replied, coming up with a false idea. “Oh. I heard they kicked against your appointment.”“Yes, Mom. They are not very pleased with me, especially not after I got one of them charged and made the other lose his job”“You did nothing wrong, dear. They are simply facing the consequences of their actions. **I know, Mom. I know I did nothing wrong” I was definitely not wrong for bringing that girl King defiled justice. I was not wrong to expose his money laundering c
DavinaThe sunlight streaked in from the window directly into my face. I winced and tried to turn over but something was holding me down. I bobbed my head up and as I guessed. Daniel and Danielle.Both of them lay sprawled on me and the bed at the same time. I gave a small smile before dropping my head back to the pillow. I turned right and as expected, my alarm clock was missing. No wonder I didn't wake up until there was sunlight. I sighed and shook my head. I could bet my two legs that mother put the kids up to this. I decided to sleep back since they had disorganized my schedule already; I might as well make the most of it by resting.I don't know how long had passed when I felt two tiny hands tugging at my cheeks. I opened my eyes slowly but Danielle's voice floated into my ears before I could even open my eyes completely. “Mommy, wake up” “I'm awake,” I said groggily. “Good morning, princess. Happy yesterday's birthday,” I added with a laugh. Elle's reaction was different f
DavinaDaniel soon fell asleep with his head on my chest. I laid him down slowly and tiptoe quietly out of the room. I gently closed the door and headed back to the backyard. The maids were now around and they were packing up slowly. Mother, Father, and Aunt Ce were sitting in one corner, sipping wine while laughing over something I am sure was an old recollected memory. Mom's eyes met mine and I gave her a smile. I looked around for Elijah and Alexander and I didn't have to for long as I saw them standing over the grill, turning meat over with one hand and a wine glass in the other.I was shocked by what I saw as they've always had a silent disagreement all this while. I don't know what beef they have, and they have refused to share, but I am sure they have some underlying misunderstanding they both kept aside to be with me at the same time.“Hey boy,” I greeted cheerfully, and I walked towards him. A maid passed me a glass before going about her packing. “Thanks,” I said to her w
DavinaThe car slowly drove into the Charez Estate, a place that has now properly become my home. I got out of the car when it parked.With Tim behind me with the cake in hand, I made my way into the living area of the house.“Mommy.”A cute little child embraced my legs the moment I stepped in.Danielle.“Elle. Happy birthday, my baby,” I greeted, picking her up with a smile.“Thank you, Mommy.”Daniel peeked at me from behind the couch, his usual quiet curiosity in his eyes. I crouched to his level and kissed his forehead. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.”He gave me a tiny smile and nodded, his fingers still clutching his bunny.The living room smelled like grilled chicken and vanilla. Light laughter floated in from the back of the house.“They’ve been asking for you since morning,” my mom said, walking in with a tray of drinks. She looked relaxed today, dressed in a simple pastel dress with her hair tied back.“Did I keep them waiting too long?” I asked, brushing Elle’s curls from her
DavinaI stared out the window of my office, the bustling city was full of activities below. It felt like yesterday when I awkwardly called out for my mom that my water broke. The intercom rang at my desk. I turned around and picked it up.”Hello” “Reminder ma'am.” Tim's voice rang out. “You're picking up the cake for the twins’ birthday.”“Yeah right. I almost forgot. Thank you, Tim” I replied back before hanging up. Daniel and Danielle will be three today. It still felt difficult to believe three years had passed. Three years since I have been divorced, three years since I found my family, and three years since I had my children, that had now become my everything.I glanced at the wall clock above and picked up my bag. It was time for my meeting. I walked out of the office in short, measured strides to maintain gracefulness. Tim joined me and trailed behind as I walked out of the office. The team stood up to greet me, and I have been able to build a good rapport with them over t
DavinaThe discharge papers came faster than I expected. One minute, the nurse was saying, “Maybe tomorrow,” and the next, she was handing me a file with my name on it and a list of instructions I’d already forgotten.I nodded through all of it, even though I felt like I hadn’t learned anything. Formula guidelines. Bath temperature. How to tell if something’s wrong. It was all a blur.The only thing I really heard was, “You’re cleared to go home.”Home.With Daniel and Danielle.A nurse helped me dress them. I’d packed their clothes but forgot which was for who. She figured it out and just did it for me, then helped me buckle them into the car seats. I checked each strap twice. Then a third time.Mom and Dad were already waiting outside. Dad had installed the car seats that morning—thank God—because I couldn’t have done it.“You okay?” Mom asked as I stepped out.I didn’t answer right away. I was standing there with two babies and a hospital bag and had no real idea what came next.“I
DavinaI didn’t really sleep. I might’ve closed my eyes a few times, maybe drifted off for a few minutes here and there, but nothing stuck. Every sound made me jolt upright. Every grunt, hiccup, whimper. I kept checking to make sure they were still breathing, still warm, still real.They were right there beside me. Two bassinets. Two tiny humans wrapped like miniature burritos. Mine.It still didn’t make sense in my head.A soft knock came. A nurse walked in, clipboard in hand, giving me a practiced, polite smile.“Good morning, Davina. Just doing rounds.”I nodded. “Morning.”She moved over to the twins. Quiet, efficient. She said something under her breath while reading their tags—“Baby A” and “Baby B.” I hated that. They weren’t just letters.She looked at me as she checked their vitals. “Have you decided on names yet?”I hesitated, even though I already had. I just hadn’t said it out loud to anyone but my parents.“Yeah. Daniel and Danielle.”Her smile softened. “Sweet. Matching n
DavinaThey didn’t come in right away. My parents waited until the nurses finished their checks and left the room. Aunt Ce had stepped out too. Probably to give us space. Or maybe she just needed a break. Honestly, she deserved one more than I did.The door opened again a few minutes later. My mom came in first, then my dad. They didn’t rush to speak. Just stood near the door, taking it all in. Like they didn’t know where to start or if they were even allowed to.I didn’t say anything either. I was holding both babies—one on each side—and I still hadn’t fully wrapped my head around the fact that they were mine. That they were real. That they were here.“You okay?” Dad asked quietly.“Yeah,” I said, then added, “Tired.”“You did good,” he said. “Really good.”My mom stepped closer. She looked down at the twins like she couldn’t believe they existed. I wasn’t sure I believed it either.“They look like you,” she said.I didn’t see it. Maybe the nose. Or the mouth. But I didn’t argue.She
DavinaNo one tells you what “time to push” really means. They say it like it's a line in a play. But there’s no script for this.I looked at Aunt Ce, and she gave a small nod. “It’s going time.”I nodded too, because what else do you do? But I didn’t feel brave. I felt like I was about to do something I couldn’t undo, and everyone was just... letting me.The nurses adjusted things around me, speaking in soft, practiced voices. They told me how to position my legs, how to breathe, and what to expect.One of them said, “We’ll guide you. You won’t be alone.”I didn’t even know her name. But I believed her.“Take a deep breath,” Aunt Ce said from the side. “When the next contraction hits, we’re going to start.”I nodded again, even though the air felt thin. I didn’t say anything. Just waited.When the pressure built again, they told me to bear down. I did. I followed instructions like a student trying to pass a test. I counted in my head the way they said. Three pushes per contraction. T
DavinaI felt it before I saw it.A slow, warm gush down my legs. At first, I thought I’d just peed myself. Embarrassing, but not the end of the world. Then it hit me.I stood there, frozen. “Mom?”My voice cracked a little.She walked in, glanced down, and didn’t even blink. “Your water broke?”“I think so.”“Okay,” she said calmly, already moving toward the closet. “Let’s get changed. You’ll be more comfortable for the ride.”“I thought I still had time,” I muttered, heart pounding.“We’ve had thirty-eight weeks. This is time,” she said, pulling out clothes like this was any other morning.I was still standing in place. “Should I be freaking out?”Mom gave me a look. “Are you?”“Yeah. Quietly.”She smiled a little. “Then you’re doing it right.”I changed into the clothes she gave me. Comfortable stuff—loose shirt, soft pants. Nothing hospital-chic, but better than a soaked nightgown. I grabbed my phone out of habit, not even sure why.“You call the hospital?” I asked.“Driver’s on t