ALANNAThe court adjourned its hearing till next week, I would want to spend any other day in court but this is the small price I had to pay to ensure my children don't end up with the Westbrook. Especially knowing that the witch is going for the kill, I would do anything within my power to make sure I don't let her have her way.I was about to exit the courthouse when Nolan caught up with me, it appeared like he had been sprinting when he finally caught up with me, Angela gave me a sly smile.“I will leave you two alone to talk,” she muttered, not waiting for my response, she strode away, leaving me standing there with Nolan. He is staring at me. A look I recognize all too often, a look he had given me so many times. My eyes narrowed, and I veered to face him, “You look beautiful,” he winced and I rolled my eyes.“You are unbelievable, you just dragged me to court and you are here…”I had not finished speaking when he interrupted me, “I told you it was my mother, but clearly, even
NOLANI am keen on winning Alanna back, there is nothing I wouldn't do to change all that happened in the past between us, to change the image of me she has in her head, but there is no such thing as a time machine. All I would just make sure was that for this opportunity I have been given again, no matter how little, I would make sure that history doesn't repeat itself The car swerved left and I was startled back to my reality.“Nolan, I need you to work with me on this one, I can't do it on my own, the better the united front we pose, the more the chances of us to win,” my mother, who must have been speaking for a while when I tuned her out and trailed off finally concluded. I sighed, I didn't want to be having this conversation with my mother now, but I had received a message earlier on while in court from Chloe, she wanted me to meet her at home and talk.I couldn't keep avoiding her, so I had to go home and talk to her. “Nolan, are you even listening to me?” my mother snappe
ALANNAIt was strange to see Lucas here, especially when our first meeting wasn't so glamorous. I mean, he basically acted like a spoilt beat bitching about how his mother is the Vogue lady and how he is the heir. I could also deduce from our first meeting that he didn't really like me, so seeing him seated here in the reception, waiting for me was new.I made my way to my office and then asked my secretary after some minutes to let him in. I sat in anticipation, something tells me that this isn't a friendly visit and I had already had a long day and I was in no mood to put up with more crap from anyone. Moments later, the door creaked open and he walked in with a certain kind of elegance and majestic paddle to his shoulders. He had a sly smile on and his face had a smug look, he moved towards the visitor's chair, and without being asked he sat down. Of course, how arrogant, not even a word of pleasantries. “Good day, Mr. Lucas, is quite a surprise to see you here,” I feig
CHLOEThis was my opportunity, I needed to act fast. Why the fuck is he sleeping.That stupid pharmacist, I asked him for something that would keep the person conscious and not knocked out cold, why the fuck is Nolan Knocked out cold. I needed him awake, I had removed my implant months ago.Nolan wasn't aware that I had gotten one before we got married. I mean I didn't know I would be required to have a kid for me to stay married to him.“Think, Think, Think, Chloe,” I urged myself, I was pacing around the room as a knocked-out Nolan lay on the bed. He was out cold and there was nothing that would wake him up for hours.“You didn't think this through Chloe,” I cursed at myself. Who knew that if he was passed out he wouldn't be able to get hard? I picked up the phone and typed on Google.“How to make a passed-out man hard,” I waited for it to load but nothing was coming up that I had not already done, I had removed his clothes and gotten him naked, and I had stroked him hard.
NOLANNolan you would never change, it is just in your nature to always mess things up.Those words echoed in my ear as I slowly opened my eyes, I was trying to make out my environment. But my head was heavy and beating fast.It felt like a bazooka had hit me and I had landed on a bomb about to detonate. What the hell happened last night? The last coherent memory I had was lunch with Chloe. Late lunch, stretching into the early evening with far too much wine, and… damn it, that's where the gap began.“Let me help you relax,” Chloe had said to me, her hands on my chest, she slowly massaged my neck, why didn't I push her away?Did I push her away? My memory was blurry and I couldn't make out any image of me resisting her advances. Panic clawed its way up my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to force the missing pieces into place, but there was nothing. Just a dizzying emptiness. My breaths hitched, and with a groan, I finally forced my eyes open.Sunlight speared through the
ALANNAMummy!Mummy!Mummy! A gentle melodious sound that woke me up every morning. It is funny because these were the same sounds that kept me up at night. The sound when I heard my twin brother called out, all night. He must have been calling out for our mother when he had drowned.It is strange that the same sound that gave me joy also brought me a lot of sadness. Mummy! I heard the voice called out again and my eyes slowly opened. The symphony of giggles that woke me was the sweetest melody in the world.It was Lucas and Lucy. My bundle of joy. I stretched luxuriously, a smile already playing on my lips before my eyes even blinked open. There, standing at the foot of the bed, stood the masterminds of the morning serenade, my four-year-old twins, Lucy and Lucas.Lucy, a whirlwind of golden curls and boundless energy, launched herself onto the bed, her giggle infectious. "Mama! Mama! Wake up! It is already morning and we have to get up,"Lucas, ever the more reserved of the tw
BRADMaking a deal with the devil would mean you ultimately selling your soul. My stomach churned like a washing machine on high spin as I stood outside Mrs. Raina's office.They do call her the black widow for a reason, this place was as eerie and chilling as a morgue freezer.Well what can I expect from a woman who made her wealth by marrying a dying old man and ultimately inheriting his property. Asking for her support in the CEO vote felt like a Hail Mary pass, a desperate attempt to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat. Nolan always had a way of weaving his charm, and Mrs. Raina, bless her clueless widow's heart, seemed particularly susceptible to it. Still, desperate times called for desperate measures. Taking a fortifying breath, I rapped my knuckles against the imposing mahogany door.It swung open with surprising enthusiasm, revealing Mrs. Raina in all her impeccably tailored glory. Her sharp, intelligent eyes, the color of a stormy sea, missed nothing as they raked ove
BRADI'm taken aback by the transformation. Gone are the mahogany furniture and leather chairs, replaced instead with dark red velvet and metal restraints. The walls are adorned with various whips and chains, and a St. Andrew's cross stands prominently in the corner.Mrs. Raina, the woman I've been trying to impress for weeks in order to secure her vote for CEO, smirks at my reaction. "I see you like my little secret."I swallow hard, trying to process what I'm seeing. "I had no idea you were into...this."She steps closer to me, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. "I like to dominate my men, Brad. Are you man enough to handle it?"My mind races as I consider the implications. I've come this far in my pursuit of the CEO position, and I can't back down now. I take a deep breath and nod. "Yes, I can handle it."She raises an eyebrow. "Take off your clothes."My heart races as I comply, my hands shaking as I undo my tie and slip off my jacket. I can feel her eyes on me as I un