As I lay in bed, my mom's voice pierced through the door.
"Come on Maya, we're all waiting for you!" I hastily put on my shoes, took a deep breath and glanced at my reflection in the mirror. Twenty-eight years old and my life was about to take a dramatic turn. I hurried to the living room, where my parents were waiting anxiously. "Mum, I'm here," I announced. My dad's voice was laced with urgency. "What took you so long? You'll miss your flight!" I reassured him, "I'm ready, let's go." Christi, our loyal maid, helped me with my luggage while my parents exchanged worried glances. I've known Christi since childhood, and her mom used to work for us before she passed away. My parents took Christi in and she's been like a sister ever since. As we said our goodbyes, Christi's eyes welled up with tears. I fought back my own emotions, promising her, "Don't worry, when I settle in, I'll tell Mum and Dad to send you over.We'll leave this old place behind, and start fresh." Christi smiled, and I hugged her tightly before bidding her farewell. As we drove to the airport, the silence was palpable. Mum sat beside me, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. Dad was engrossed in his business calls, his expression stern. I gazed out the window, watching as the familiar landscape gave way to the unknown. We arrived at the airport, and the driver helped us with the luggage. Mum clung to me, her voice trembling. "Oh, my dear, I'll really miss you." I reassured her, "I'll miss you too, Mummy." Dad's voice was filled with pride. "Maya, I'm really happy you've decided to take over the company." I smiled, knowing that this was my destiny. "Being the only child of a multi-millionaire comes with a price and this is mine to pay." As we hugged goodbye, I reminded dad, "Don't forget to take your medication." His health had been declining over the past year, and this was a major reason for my decision to take over the company. I walked into the airport and I knew from that moment on, my life would never be the same again. NEXT DAY The sound of my alarm clock jolted me awake. It was my first day at Stanbic Corporation. I lazily got out of bed, showered, and put on a classic gray business suit. My diamond earring caught my eye and I couldn't help but smile. It was a gift I received on my 20th birthday, and even after almost eight years, it still sparkled beautifully. I quickly made myself breakfast, ate, and drove to the office. As I walked in, I was surprised to see a crowd of workers gathered, all wearing smiles and holding banners that read "Welcome, New CEO." "Welcome, ma'am," said a young man, likely in his early twenties. Standing beside him was a slim, beautiful young girl wearing a blue short dress. My eyes narrowed as I scanned the room, noticing that a few of the employees, about five to seven, were wearing blue or had a touch of blue in their outfits. I felt a surge of annoyance. "Why are you all gathered here?" I asked coldly, my eyes sweeping across the crowd. They looked at me with shock and surprise. "Rule number one," I began, my voice firm. "I hate gatherings. Rule number two: no worker is allowed to wear a dress with even the slightest touch of blue. Those of you wearing blue, you have three minutes to change into something else." I turned and started walking, leaving the stunned crowd behind. I hated gatherings, especially weddings. The pain of being left at the altar six years ago still lingered. I met Maxwell in high school, and we had been inseparable ever since. We started dating in college, and everything seemed perfect. He was caring, loving, and supportive. Our relationship was the envy of our friends. Maxwell proposed to me on our graduation day, and I accepted without hesitation. We started preparing for our dream wedding, a fairy-tale ceremony on a beautiful island. The color of the day was blue, Maxwell's favorite color. The night before the wedding, we spent our last moments together, gazing into each other's eyes, and promising to love each other forever. I felt like I was on top of the world. But the next day, Maxwell was nowhere to be found. I waited for him at the altar, but he never showed up. The reporters we had hired to capture our special moment instead took pictures of me, alone and devastated, in my white wedding gown. The news of my abandonment spread like wildfire, and I became the laughingstock of the town.Friends from school would post pictures of me crying in my wedding dress on social media, and I would receive mocking messages and comments. It was a painful and humiliating experience. I tried to reach out to Maxwell, but his phone was switched off. I sent him messages, begging him to explain why he had left me, but he never responded. It was as if he had vanished into thin air. The pain and depression that followed were overwhelming. I shut myself away from the world, finding comfort only in my family. We had to relocate to Freta to protect me from the constant ridicule and humiliation. But now, six years later, I was back in medae, ready to start a new chapter in my life. I was determined to put the past behind me and focus on my future. As I walked into my office, I was greeted by Jude, the manager. "Welcome, ma'am," he said, smiling. "We're glad to have you on board." I smiled back, trying to appear confident. "Thank you, Jude. I'm excited to get started." But as I looked around the office, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The girl in blue was still standing there, looking at me with a mixture of curiosity and fear. I turned to Jude. "Who is she?" I asked, nodding towards the girl. "Ah, that's blessing, your new assistant," Jude replied. "She's been with the company for a few months now." I raised an eyebrow. "And she's wearing blue?" I asked, my voice cold. Jude looked taken aback. "I-I apologize, ma'am. I didn't think it would be a problem." I sighed, trying to compose myself. "It's fine. Just make sure she changes into something else and remind her of the no-blue rule." Jude nodded, looking relieved. "Yes, ma'am. I'll take care of it." As Jude walked away, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. I had a feeling that this was going to be a long day.I sat at my desk, sipping my coffee and staring out the window, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. Stanbic Cooperation Company, a leading cosmetics firm, was now under my leadership. We were among the top three biggest cosmetic companies in Mayae with numerous partners from all around the world. My father, the founder of Stanbic Cooperation Company, was a man I admired greatly. He had started the company thirty years ago and through his hard work and dedication, it had grown into the successful business it was today. I remembered the countless times he would come home late at night, exhausted but still smiling, with stories of his struggles and triumphs. He would tell me about the early days, when he had to work tirelessly to get the company off the ground and how he had to overcome numerous obstacles to achieve his goals. As I grew older, I began to appreciate the sacrifices my father had made for our family and for the company. He had dedicated his life
I opened the door to my office, I was greeted by a beautiful bouquet of flowers on my desk, accompanied by a box of chocolates and a card. The sweet fragrance of the flowers filled the air and I couldn't help but smile as I picked up the card and read the message inside. "To the most beautiful girl in the world, have a nice day. Signed, Mike." I sighed, feeling a mix of emotions. This was not the first time Mike had sent me gifts, and I was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable. After the conference a week ago, Mike had made it a habit to send me gifts daily but I had made it clear that I was not interested in him romantically. Despite this, he continued to send me gifts and messages, and I was starting to feel like I was being pursued. I put the card down and sat at my desk, trying to focus on the task at hand but my mind kept wandering back to Mike and his persistent advances. I was determined to keep our relationship professional but it was getting harder and harder to ignore his
I walked back to our table, Priscilla turned to me and said, "That's incredibly brave of you, standing up to that man like that." I chuckled and replied, "Someone needed to stand up for her." Priscilla nodded in agreement. "Very true, but I have to get going now," she said, glancing at her wristwatch. "Alright, Miss Priscilla," I said, extending my hand for a handshake. She smiled and shook my hand firmly. She then signaled to her manager, who was sitting two tables away from us, and he stood up, escorting her out of the coffee shop. I took a final sip of my coffee, paid the bill and gathered my things. As I headed outside to the parking lot, I noticed a park across the street from the coffee shop. The sound of children's laughter and giggles drew my attention and I felt a sudden urge to spend some time there. "I'll just take a short walk in the park," I said to myself, making my way towards the entrance. I paid for a ticket and entered the park. The park was a serene oasis,
As I prepared for work, my mind kept drifting back to that dream. It felt so real, lingering like a shadow in the corners of my thoughts. Shaking it off, I focused on today's agenda. I opened my wardrobe, selected a flowing white short dress, slipped on matching shoes, grabbed my glasses, and stepped out of the house. After that dream, I had resolved to ask Dad to send Christi over. At least I would have someone to talk to. Living alone was growing increasingly dull. As I drove away, I muttered to myself, "It's so boring living alone." “Good morning, Ma!” Blessing greeted me as she walked alongside me to my office. “Morning,” I replied, appreciating her bright energy. The preparations for the product launch had everyone buzzing with activity. I opened my office door and was surprised to find Mike sitting there, waiting for me. “Good morning, Mr. Mike! Why didn't you tell me you were coming?” I asked, my curiosity piqued. “Oh, I just wanted to surprise you,” he said with a sm
I stood outside the hotel, the chill of the night creeping into my bones as a breeze rustled through the trees lining the street. The sky had turned a deep shade of gray and the air was heavy with the scent of impending rain. It was already 10:30 PM and I anxiously checked my phone for the umpteenth time to see if the cab Maxwell had promised would arrive. Why hadn’t I just driven my own car? I cursed my decision to leave it behind, knowing fully well that the hotel was miles away from the company and now I was at the mercy of a delayed cab. With a resigned sigh, I glanced up at the sky, the first few drops of rain pattering against my face, followed by a sudden gust of wind that sent a shiver down my spine. I contemplated calling Abbi, the head of security, to send someone to retrieve my car but I quickly dismissed the thought . The hotel was too far and I didn’t want to impose on anyone, especially at this hour. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to ward off the cold as I wai
He held my hand and guided me toward the pet shop. Although the shop was closed, there was a small overhang outside where we could take shelter from the rain. “Thank you so much,” I said, looking up at him, my heart fluttering with appreciation. He chuckled, brushing off my gratitude. “Oh, it’s nothing. I derive joy from helping damsels in distress,” he said with a playful grin. I couldn’t help but smile back. “You really are a sweet talker.” As we stood there waiting for the rain to let up, he suddenly pointed out, “You’re shaking.” I glanced down at myself, trying to appear strong despite my obvious discomfort. “Oh, it’s nothing,” I replied, forcing a chuckle as I attempted to downplay my shivers. “Come here,” he said softly, pulling me into his arms. Before I could react, he wrapped his hands around me and I immediately felt the warmth radiating from his body. It was as if an invisible force enveloped us, calming my tension and easing the cold that had seeped into my b
I swiped my card in front of my door and inputted my fingerprint in the sensor. The click sound came and I opened the door. Walking up to the switch, I turned on the light. "Welcome to my home," I said as I removed my shoes. "Thank you! You have a very nice place," Alex said. I smiled at him. "Alright, let me show you to the guest room so you can freshen up and get out of these wet clothes." I led him to the guest room. "Here we are! Please make yourself comfortable," I said politely. He looked around the room. "Not bad, Maya. This place is nice," Alex said. I smiled at him and headed back to my room. I couldn't wait to get out of these wet clothes. I entered my room, freshened up, put on a very comfortable nightwear and headed downstairs straight to the kitchen. If I were the only person at home, I wouldn’t bother eating dinner; I would have just drunk chocolate and gone to bed but having a visitor means you have to take care of them and when that visitor is someone you
on our way to the hospital, I couldn’t help stealing glances at the mother and son duo in the back seat. She carefully checked her son’s body, telling him to turn around so she could see him better. I could only smile at their tenderness, the way she radiated love and concern. When we arrived at the hospital, the doctor examined the child and placed him on an IV. I felt a wave of relief wash over me as the doctor reassured us. “He’s fine; he didn’t sustain any internal injuries, but he is malnourished. I advise you to take very serious care of the kind of food he eats,” the doctor said, his tone professional but gentle. I looked at the woman, whose face was etched with pain. I could see the worry in her eyes and the exhaustion that came with being a parent. My heart ached for her. “Thank you, doctor,” I said as we both left his office, grateful for the good news. “Thank you so much, ma'am,” the lady said, her voice shaky but filled with gratitude. I smiled at her, placing my
“Christi, you’re back,” I said softly, stepping closer. She turned her head toward me and managed a small smile. “Yeah. I couldn’t stay away for long.” At least she looked better than when I first saw her. I let out a breath I hadn’t even realized I was holding. Mom was sitting near the window, slowly eating from a small bowl. That was a relief. She hadn’t eaten much since we got to the hospital, and I’d been worried. “Mom, you should eat more,” I said, pulling up a chair beside her. She gave me a tired smile. “I’m fine, Maya.” Christi got up and walked over to the table where a food flask sat. She opened it, served some porridge onto plate, and handed it to me. “Here, eat,” she said. I hesitated for a moment before taking it. “Thanks, Christi.” We sat in silence as we ate, the only sounds being the occasional scrape of the spoon against the plate. Every now and then, my eyes drifted
***Alex POV***I stared at my phone, my grip tightening as I replayed the sound of her voice in my head. She had tried to hide it, but I heard it,the tremble, the unshed tears clinging to her words. Maya was barely holding it together.A heavy sigh escaped me and I ran a hand over my face, leaning back against the cool metal of the gym’s weight rack. I shouldn’t have called her. Not now. Not when I knew hearing her like that would wreck me.But the second Carter told me about her dad about how critical his condition was,i couldn’t hold back anymore.I had to hear her voice.Even if all I got to say was a simple “Are you okay?” Even if she didn’t break down and let me comfort her like I wanted to.I just needed to be there, even if it was from a distance.I exhaled sharply, tossing my phone onto the nearest bench.“You good?” Adrian’s voice cut through my thoughts.I didn’t answer right away. Instead, I bent down, grabbed the weights at my feet, and pushed through a few reps. Maybe if
I exhaled slowly, nodding. "It’s a relief that a perfect match was finally found,” he added. I swallowed hard, my emotions threatening to overwhelm me. “That’s true,” I murmured. we’ve been searching for a compatible heart for so long. Dad was diagnosed with heart failure three years ago, but we only found out last year. He hid it from us, and when Mom discovered the truth, she was devastated. I was angry too, angry that he kept something so serious from us but later, I understood. He didn’t want us to worry. Since then, Mom had been relentless in making sure he took his medication, never letting him do anything physically demanding. Dad loved raising horses, but she wouldn’t even let him near the stables anymore. She was trying to keep him safe, following the doctor’s orders to the letter. I inhaled deeply, forcing myself to stay strong. For them. “Thank you, Doctor,” I said, stretching out my hand for a handshake. “You’re welcome,” he replied, shaking my hand firmly
A young doctor entered, followed by two nurses. His presence commanded the room, his white coat pristine, a clipboard in his hand. “Good afternoon, everyone," He greeted as he approached my father’s bed. I stepped aside as he checked Dad’s vitals, scribbling something onto his clipboard before whispering to one of the nurses. She nodded and quickly left the room. Then, he turned to us. “We’ve found a match for the heart transplant,” he announced. For a moment, my mind went blank. “The organ will be transported Freya".he continued, looking between me and my mother. A choked sob escaped my lips. Relief flooded through me so suddenly that my knees nearly buckled. Mom covered her mouth, her body shaking as fresh tears spilled down her face. “Oh, thank God…” “We just need you to sign the necessary documents and the heart will be on its way immediately,” the doctor said. I nodded quickly. “I’ll do it.” ***Alex’s POV*** “Dad, not yet. Just give me some time.” I tri
Maya’s POVThe drive to the hospital felt like eternity, although in reality, it took less than twenty minutes. The road was smooth, the car’s tires gliding over the pavement, yet my heart felt like it was dragging across jagged stones. I knew this hospital ‘WHITLOCKS’ it is one of the best in Freya. My father had donated to this hospital countless times, yet now he lay inside, not as a benefactor, but as a patient fighting for his life.As soon as the car pulled up at the entrance, I turned to Christi. Her face was pale, her eyes hollow, the dark circles under them a cruel reminder of the sleepless night she had spent crying. I knew she needed rest, even though she stubbornly refused to leave.“Christi, you need to go home and get some sleep,” I said softly, squeezing her cold hand.She shook her head immediately. “No. Don’t send me home, Maya. I want to stay".I took a deep breath, choosing my words carefully. “I need you to do something important for me. Mom and I will need food w
**Maya's POV** As we drove to the hospital, the road felt oddly familiar, a stark reminder of the countless times I had traveled this path for my dad’s charitable donations. This hospital, one of the best in Freta, had become a second home for him, filled with memories of hope and healing. The car came to a stop at the entrance, and a wave of anxiety washed over me. “Christi, you go home and rest. You’ve been up since early today. I’ll send Mom over soon,” I said, squeezing her hand slightly, hoping to reassure her. “Hy, don’t send me home! I want to come with you,” she insisted, her eyes wide with determination. “Christi, you need to prepare something for me and Mom,” I said, trying to coax her home. The dark circles under her eyes were evident, a clear sign of too much crying and not enough sleep. If Christi looked like this, I could only imagine how Mom was holding up. The thought of Mom made my heart race. I needed to be strong for everyone in our family. After what felt like
The shrill ring of the home telephone jolted me awake, slicing through the haze of sleep. Who could be calling at such an early hour? I groggily reached for my phone on the bedside table. “Morning, Maya speaking,” I mumbled, my voice still thick with sleep as the line connected.“Maya! Maya!” The urgency in my mother’s voice sent a shockwave through me. Instantly, the remnants of my dreams vanished, replaced by a surge of concern.“Mum, talk to me. Is everything okay?” I asked, forcing myself to sit up straight, a sense of dread creeping into my gut.“I’ve been calling you! Where is your phone?” she replied, her voice trembling with anxiety.“Mom, my phone fell into the pool yesterday,” I explained, trying to keep my voice steady, though the knot in my stomach tightened.“Are you crying? What’s wrong?” I could hear her voice quivering and my heart sank further.“Maya, it’s your father. He collapsed when coming out of the bathroom yesterday."she said, her sobs breaking through the li
**Alex Pov**Welcome, boss,” Cater, my most trusted guard, said. I pat him on the back.“Have there been any unusual activities around the area?” I asked, my mind racing with possibilities. “Nothing unusual on the surface but we’ll keep an eye out,” he assured me, his expression serious. “Boss, your father wants to see you.” Carter said as he opened the door of the SUV for me.“You mean the president?” I tossed the key of my bike to him, a playful smirk on my face.“Still your father,” Carter replied with a smile.The car roared to life as I settled into the back seat, attempting to change clothes during the drive home. The familiar sights outside blurred by, each one pulling me further into the whirlwind of my family dynamics.Upon entering the house, I noticed more security guards inside than usual. My curiosity simmered, but I saved my questions for later. I walked into the dining room where my family of three was already seated at the table.“Look who’s here—the one and only pro
“Maya, Maya!” I heard someone call, pulling me back to reality. I looked up to see Alex still standing outside the car, his head bent inside. “Are you okay? I’ve been calling you for a minute now and you just blanked out.” Confusion flickered in his eyes and I could see the concern etched on his face.“Damn, it was just an imagination,” I cursed under my breath. “No wonder it was too good to be true.” “Oh, I’m fine,” I said, forcing a smile as I got out of the car. I had just escaped death and here I was, lost in thoughts I shouldn’t be having. What was wrong with me? I pinched myself to ensure this was reality and not another figment of my imagination.“When I found you, the door to the pool was locked,” he said as we walked toward my house. I looked up at him, trying to process what this might mean. “Someone locked it on purpose,” he stated, his tone grave.A chill ran down my spine. Who would be so wicked as to want me dead? Who had I offended, and how did they know I couldn’t