Later in the night while Ava sat down in the living room, the clock ticked softly in the background as Ava sat cross-legged on the plush couch in the grand living room. A single lamp illuminated the space, casting long shadows on the walls. She poked at the remnants of her dinner—grilled chicken and salad, chewing absentmindedly while the faint hum of the television played in the background. The president still wasn’t back. Ava glanced at her phone, and then at the ornate clock on the wall. It was nearing midnight, and she hadn’t heard a single word from him. Even though it was a good thing at least she didn't know why she even bothered to think about it. “Probably still at some meeting,” she muttered under her breath, stabbing a piece of lettuce with her fork. Her mind was racing, but she forced herself to focus on the TV, hoping the distraction would help fast racing heart. “This is not normal. Why is my heart beating this quick?” she muttered rhetorically. Picking up the r
“He gave me his will? This is faster and easier than I imagined. This is really unbelievable” she thought as the driver drove her back to the house. Even though she was happy that she was no longer bound by him, she felt so sad. Two weeks later, the air was thick with solemnity as mourners gathered at the president’s burial site. The sprawling cemetery was surrounded by tall trees swaying in the breeze, their rustling leaves the only sound breaking the heavy silence. The event was extravagant, befitting a man of his stature, with military honours and speeches that extolled his leadership and power. But Ava sat away from the crowd, on a solitary bench tucked beneath a sprawling oak tree. She wore a simple black dress, her head bowed and hands clasped tightly in her lap. As the ceremony concluded, mourners began to disperse, offering one another whispered condolences. Ava remained on the bench, staring blankly at the freshly dug grave. The weight of it all, his death, the secr
Bright beams of light lit up the dark part as another car sped into view. Tyres screeched as it came to a halt, and before Ava could process what was happening, a tall figure emerged, gun in hand. “Get away from her!” a deep voice bellowed. The men froze for a moment, startled by the newcomer. Shots rang out, and Ava ducked instinctively, covering her head. She heard shouting, the scuffle of footsteps, and then silence. When she finally lifted her head, the men were gone, their SUV speeding away into the night. The tall figure approached her car, his face now illuminated by the glow of his car’s headlights. It was Harvis. “Are you okay?” he asked, his tone firm but laced with concern. Ava blinked, still trying to process what had just happened. “You… you followed me?” “I’ve been keeping an eye on you,” he admitted, helping her out of the wrecked car. “I had a feeling something like this would happen. You’ve made enemies, Ava—powerful ones.” She stared at him, her breat
Meanwhile Ava on the other hand found herself adjusting to the rhythm of her new life. It wasn’t the fresh start she’d imagined—it was more like a forced retreat. Her enemies were still out there, and her past experiences which traumatized her still lingered in her mind. Her head could not help but play the warnings from Harvis. Coming to the USA, she felt she was going to escape from the dangers that were following her. “I thought I was just going to keep it low-key here but it's not happening, everyone on the internet knows I am here. I need to get a bodyguard shouldn't I?” she questioned herself. “Maybe I'll just hire one soon” She closed that chapter of thoughts from her mind. While she was sitting still a message notification popped on her screen and her brow furrowed as she opened it. “Let’s Meet Ava, It’s been a long time. I’ve recently arrived in the USA, and I’d like to see you. Can we meet this Friday at 7 PM? There’s something important we need to discuss. Don't
In the moment of love, Ava gets all the details she needs from Freddo and every secret she wants. Meanwhile Addams on the other hand, denies him of every bodily pleasure. “I can't have sex because I don't want to have a baby yet also so I won't take down my career,” she will always use as an excuse every time Aiden tries to hit on her. A month later, at the gala, an annual event was held to celebrate the timber and calibres of the society. Ava sat gracefully in a corner, her red dress hugging her form with elegance. Addams, sat next to Ava, holding her palms and smiling at her and looking back at the person under the spotlight The host, an exuberant middle-aged woman with a microphone in hand, smiled brightly as she called Ava to the stage. “And now, a few words from one of our most prominent models and stars Ava!” “What? I was going to speak?” she asked rhetorically trying to suppress her surprise while she stood up from the chair. The applause was deafening, and Ava felt
My feet got sore until I couldn't run again, I fell and rose again. I didn't pay attention to the blisters on my feet as I ran."Here she is. Do you think you can run forever? We got you at last!" A voice spat in the air grabbing my arms roughly and throwing my back on the floor. Sounds of footsteps walk closer to me."Tie and bring her here to me." I looked up in pain but to my surprise, I saw Adams William, Heir to the king of Icelandic. The men dragged me away to where Adams William sat. "Now strip her" He ordered, his voice icy. He widened his chin as he watched them tear my clothes roughly revealing my tongs.My eyes glistened with tears and I cried out, "No! Why would you do this to me!". Immediately, my chin suffered a blow while I spat out blood and he chuckled. He picked up the glass of rum that was beside him and took a sip while nodding his head and smiling.He kicked me down on my knees and lifted his chin up and in a cackle, he said, "You want to know why? Since the firs
"Who the fuck are you! Don't you dare come close to me!" I thundered, pointing angrily at his face. "Shhhihhh.. be calm! I'm not going to hurt you." The man said walking closer to me, as I stood up on my feet I moved closer to the door while he followed me too."Don't you dare open that door!" He yelled at me and I bluntly replied, "I love dares" and slid open the door and took to my heels while he chased me and grabbed me. As he grabbed me, I struggled free from him but felt overpowered by his strength so I lifted my feet and hit his crotch and he groaned.Immediately, I remembered that I had a hairpin in my head. I slid it out and hit his ass pinning it there and he fell. I took to my heels and ran out of the house, luckily for me, there was no gate to prevent me from escaping, the joy in my heart knew no bounds as soon I got closer to the road.As I reached the road, a cab drove in my direction and I halted it. "Take me to 5th Smith Avenue. I'll pay you when I get there," I pleade
The words I heard from Mabel pierced through my heart like a sharp sword as I didn't know what to believe, " Tell me this is a joke. Addams is forcing you to say this right? Tell me it's a lie!" I pleaded with Mabel."No sister, he is now mine and mine alone." My sister laughed and cut the phone. My head spun and became hot immediately after I finished making the call.I blinked back the tears in my eyes, "No I don't believe this!" I repeated and tried calling Mabel again but she bounced the call on me. "What's wrong Ava?," Lucas asked, snapping me out of my reverie as I was deep in thoughts."Just..I'm okay! I'm fine." I lied "I know you are not fine and you can confide in me, Ava. Remember we were best friends?" Lucas cooed, taking my palms in his hands and looking into my eyes which held buckets of tears and pain."I can see the pain in your eyes, you can always talk to me. Even though it's not now, you can tell me later about it, I'll always listen." Lucas added and stood up nex
In the moment of love, Ava gets all the details she needs from Freddo and every secret she wants. Meanwhile Addams on the other hand, denies him of every bodily pleasure. “I can't have sex because I don't want to have a baby yet also so I won't take down my career,” she will always use as an excuse every time Aiden tries to hit on her. A month later, at the gala, an annual event was held to celebrate the timber and calibres of the society. Ava sat gracefully in a corner, her red dress hugging her form with elegance. Addams, sat next to Ava, holding her palms and smiling at her and looking back at the person under the spotlight The host, an exuberant middle-aged woman with a microphone in hand, smiled brightly as she called Ava to the stage. “And now, a few words from one of our most prominent models and stars Ava!” “What? I was going to speak?” she asked rhetorically trying to suppress her surprise while she stood up from the chair. The applause was deafening, and Ava felt
Meanwhile Ava on the other hand found herself adjusting to the rhythm of her new life. It wasn’t the fresh start she’d imagined—it was more like a forced retreat. Her enemies were still out there, and her past experiences which traumatized her still lingered in her mind. Her head could not help but play the warnings from Harvis. Coming to the USA, she felt she was going to escape from the dangers that were following her. “I thought I was just going to keep it low-key here but it's not happening, everyone on the internet knows I am here. I need to get a bodyguard shouldn't I?” she questioned herself. “Maybe I'll just hire one soon” She closed that chapter of thoughts from her mind. While she was sitting still a message notification popped on her screen and her brow furrowed as she opened it. “Let’s Meet Ava, It’s been a long time. I’ve recently arrived in the USA, and I’d like to see you. Can we meet this Friday at 7 PM? There’s something important we need to discuss. Don't
Bright beams of light lit up the dark part as another car sped into view. Tyres screeched as it came to a halt, and before Ava could process what was happening, a tall figure emerged, gun in hand. “Get away from her!” a deep voice bellowed. The men froze for a moment, startled by the newcomer. Shots rang out, and Ava ducked instinctively, covering her head. She heard shouting, the scuffle of footsteps, and then silence. When she finally lifted her head, the men were gone, their SUV speeding away into the night. The tall figure approached her car, his face now illuminated by the glow of his car’s headlights. It was Harvis. “Are you okay?” he asked, his tone firm but laced with concern. Ava blinked, still trying to process what had just happened. “You… you followed me?” “I’ve been keeping an eye on you,” he admitted, helping her out of the wrecked car. “I had a feeling something like this would happen. You’ve made enemies, Ava—powerful ones.” She stared at him, her breat
“He gave me his will? This is faster and easier than I imagined. This is really unbelievable” she thought as the driver drove her back to the house. Even though she was happy that she was no longer bound by him, she felt so sad. Two weeks later, the air was thick with solemnity as mourners gathered at the president’s burial site. The sprawling cemetery was surrounded by tall trees swaying in the breeze, their rustling leaves the only sound breaking the heavy silence. The event was extravagant, befitting a man of his stature, with military honours and speeches that extolled his leadership and power. But Ava sat away from the crowd, on a solitary bench tucked beneath a sprawling oak tree. She wore a simple black dress, her head bowed and hands clasped tightly in her lap. As the ceremony concluded, mourners began to disperse, offering one another whispered condolences. Ava remained on the bench, staring blankly at the freshly dug grave. The weight of it all, his death, the secr
Later in the night while Ava sat down in the living room, the clock ticked softly in the background as Ava sat cross-legged on the plush couch in the grand living room. A single lamp illuminated the space, casting long shadows on the walls. She poked at the remnants of her dinner—grilled chicken and salad, chewing absentmindedly while the faint hum of the television played in the background. The president still wasn’t back. Ava glanced at her phone, and then at the ornate clock on the wall. It was nearing midnight, and she hadn’t heard a single word from him. Even though it was a good thing at least she didn't know why she even bothered to think about it. “Probably still at some meeting,” she muttered under her breath, stabbing a piece of lettuce with her fork. Her mind was racing, but she forced herself to focus on the TV, hoping the distraction would help fast racing heart. “This is not normal. Why is my heart beating this quick?” she muttered rhetorically. Picking up the r
She had no idea how she’d face him again after what had just happened. “I hate this,” she said under her breath and slammed her forehead slightly. Still, she knew better than to refuse. With a smile plastered on her face, she grabbed a shawl from the chair to drape over her shoulders, and nodded. “Lead the way,” she said, her voice steady though her insides churned and burned with anger and disgust. The servant escorted her through the winding hallways of the president.When they reached the grand double doors of the main hall, the servant opened them with a flourish. Inside, the room was buzzing with quiet conversation. At the center of it all stood the president, his commanding presence and a distinguished-looking man in a tailored suit. The man’s silver hair rang a bell in her head, and Ava quickly realized this must be the UN ambassador but this might also be someone she knew. The president’s eyes locked on her the moment she stepped in. His gaze was sharp and he mot
"No baby, i'll take charge in the room, remember?" Ava said, taking a step back then she walked quickly out of the bathroom that she almost fell as she she that he was walking towards her with his monster dangling when she turned to look back at him. "Stop running and what happens if you do it here?" He asked and haulted midway. Ava turned her back to him, when she got to the door, "Stop trying to be a party pooper. Okay...I lead I rule," she playfully said at the top of her voice then she winked at him and closed the door. "How do I get out of this mess? I don't want him to get down on me!!!" She screamed in her head. "I can't be having multiple body counts, no way... that's not even what I like," she said in her head and walked away to the bed. The moment he came out, her heart skipped a beat, and she screamed in her head, "Goodness me! I'm going to have to be....smart cause hell na....he is even out with his crotch dangling and good lord it's so big and longgg...no way I c
In his arms, he carried her while she hit his crotch with her knee. "Ugh.. did you just hit me?" he gasped and went low on his knees. Dropping her to the floor. "No, that's a mistake. Did I hit you? I'm sorry.." Ava lied as he sat on the bed. "I think it was because of excitement...I'm sorry baby I didn't mean to." She went closer to him, his facial expression, tugging her fancy. "I'm sorry baby. Did it really hurt? Would you be able to walk to your room? I'll come and make sure that you are okay this night..." She said, going low on her knees as she touched his knee. The president stood up, his eyes shut and his face squeezed like he was really hurt. He took a step and Ava followed him behind. "Sorry baby. Maybe before I'm done the pain will be less. Should I call a doctor? Or you call yours?" Ava asked, wrapping her arms around his shoulder as she moved slowly with him. "No no... I'll be fine. Maybe in just an hour and everything will be fine," He whispered. In thirty minu
"My body is not a machine! I've got to rest man. By the way, you know we are not chill in the first place! Don't ask me what, 'cause you know what you did." Addams grabbed her by her belly and dragged her closer, "I'm sorry but I can't do that. Anyways, enjoy your stay here, I'll be going to another room since you don't want to do what I want you to do or what's necessary," he walked out of her and she entered under the duvet, covering her face and in a low tone, she muttered, "Thank goodness!" *** In the room where Ava was, she closed her eyes and yawned while trying hard to get sleep into her eyes. Just as sleep was about getting her, her phone rang. It was a call from the President. She looked at the phone and shook her head, "Mtcheew. I'm tired!". The call continued again and she had to put the phone back on silence. She rolled over and laid on her back, her eyes open and she looked at the ceiling. "This is really crazy, my heart still skipped a beat when I saw him. The