My heart raced as I drove through the road again. This time, faster than I did when I was coming to the office. I was so in a hurry that I decided to take a shorter path I had discovered last week.“Shit! No…no..no… not now, this can't be.” I voiced in frustration immediately I saw the closed sign by the both sides of the blocked road. The road was under construction and was blocked. “Damn!” Frustrated, I ruffled my hair angrily. “You should have thought this over well, Raymond.” I hissed. I looked at my time and wished that the clock hands would just stop moving because of me. Without wasting any time, I placed my hand on the gear, switching it to reverse. I had to find another way or risk getting stuck in that crazy traffic. If Bianca leaves it won't be easy finding her in a population of over a million plus people. I was just lucky the other day. I was heading for the meeting with Sandra after she was about to bore me to death with her several calls when I saw Bianca ste
Bianca's POV “Why does my heart skip, betraying me everytime I see him?” I asked in my head as I tried to maintain a serious demeanor. Mr. Raymond no doubt could successfully be portrayed as any ladies dream from his looks. His muscular frame and shoulders made him a perfect knight in shining armour and his soft blue eyes had a magic power of being able to tranquility deep down into anyone's soul they fall on. But regardless of all these, I found him quite annoying. He came out as overly proud to me. I scoffed silently as he walked towards me after the maid took his black leathered bag.Truthfully my legs shake and my heart races with an energy of electricity anytime I am around him, but who does he think he is anyway? Just because he is so cute? “Oh please,” I let out softly as I tilted my head, allowing my hair, which was tied in a ponytail, to fall back into place. Raymond wore a sky blue shirt which first two top buttons were opened, revealing his well built, appealing che
Bianca’s POV “Bianca,” Raymond called out from behind, but I was too consumed with rage to actually stop. “Bianca!!” He thundered again, this time so loud that the flowers even shook in fear, that was when I stopped.“What?” I growled back, my eyes blaring red hot. “Do you know you are still in my clothes? Were you really going to go out like this?” He shot back, his eyes scanning me from my head to toe. It was then the whirlwind of anger calmed down a bit. Consumed by rage, I had totally forgotten I was still in his clothes which were clearly oversized for me. I looked like a beggar in these. “Uhmmmn, thank you.” I cowered, my face partly void of the overwhelming anger that etched on it. “What was the call about?” Raymond asked, his voice calmer than before. I kept mute for a while, then finally spoke up. I told Raymond who was surprisingly patient and calm all my boutique manager said over the phone.“I didn't know you had so many things added to your portfolio? You are in th
Raymond's POV I watched as Bianca's countenance changed from jolly to anger. “What could the caller be saying?” I pondered in my head as I watched Bianca. After a few more minutes of silence, then nodding from Bianca's end, she ended the call and stormed out of my room without a word. It was as though she had forgotten for a moment that I was still standing in the room with her, or better said, she had forgotten I was in the picture of her life. “Bianca!” I tried to call her. “Did she forget that was still in my clothes?”The more I called, the more she walked farther away.I had just known Bianca for a few weeks. I could say I had seen her irritated side, her sarcastic side but this rage? No, it was like she was brewing fire from within. “Could this be related to her ex-husband?” “Bianca!!” I thundered again, already getting irritated and vexed due to her attitude.“What!” She shut back. Her furious eyes firing triggers at me. I looked at her, as much as I wanted to be mad wi
Raymond's POV “Open the damn gate!” I growled in frustration. I was mad that the security man seemed to be taking his time as he sluggishly rolled open the gate, and to make matters worse, Sam’s number wasn't connecting anymore. “Sorry sir.” The aged security man uttered as his eyes locked with my gaze. I didn't know what I felt. I was angry. Angry at Bianca for not allowing me to join her, angry at the damn network service. But above all I was scared to my pants. I have never been overwhelmed by fear since I lost my mother in an accident but after the call with Sam, fear clothed me. “You can lock up, don't wait for me.” I instructed the housekeeper who stood silently at the door before jumping into the driver's seat and zooming off. The road was less busy than earlier. The only sound audible in the silent night was that of my car engine and other vehicles on the road. “Why do you have to be so stubborn, Bianca?” I murmured as I ran my left palm across my face, my mind tryin
Bianca's POV I slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. As I tried to sit up, a wave of dizziness washed over me, forcing me to lie back down. That's when I noticed the hospital room. The beeping machine. I was in a hospital? How did I get here? Slowly, I turned my head, and my gaze fell on Raymond. He was sitting in a chair beside my bed, his head bowed down. “Has he been watching over me?” I wondered in my heart as my gaze glued at him. My heart swelled with emotion at the thought.Just then Raymond's head jerked up, and he looked at me with tired eyes. "Bianca," he said, his voice rough from sleep. "You're awake."I tried to speak, but my voice came out hoarse. Raymond quickly stood up and poured me a glass of water from the pitcher on the bedside table. He handed it to me, and I took a sip, feeling the cool liquid soothe my parched throat."How are you feeling?" Raymond asked, his eyes scanning my face as the look of concern on his face stood noticeable. I
Bianca's POV “Why can't he just leave me alone.” I rhetorically asked myself as soon as Raymond closed the door behind him. Trying to calm myself down, I took a deep breath and gulped down the remaining drop of water in the cup. I had to be strong, for my own sake. I couldn't let anyone see me weak, or worse take advantage of my current situation, especially not after what I had just gone through. I won't! I smoothed out my hospital gown, trying to compose myself before the guest who the nurse had said was here to see me came in. “But who could it be?” I asked myself. “I wasn't expecting anyone. Or did my former assistant and friend find out I was here?” “Well whoever it is. His or her presence was what I actually needed to scare off and drive away Raymond.” I closed my eyes, steeling myself for whatever was about to happen. And then, I heard the door to my hospital room swing open.I opened my eyes, and my heart sank. Standing in the doorway, with a smug look on her face, was
Raymond’s POV I stormed out of the hospital room, feeling frustrated and irritated. “Argghhish! How can someone be so blindly stubborn?” I let out as I ran my fingers through my already scattered black hair. “Couldn't she see that I am just trying to help her?” I added in frustration as I leaned my back against the white painted wall. “I wasn't asking for anything in return, no strings attached. Just pure, genuine concern for her well-being.I paced back and forth in the hospital corridor, trying to wrap my head around her behavior. She was clearly hurting, both physically and emotionally. But every time I tried to reach out to her, she pushed me away. It was like she had built a wall around herself, and she was determined to keep me out.“But why do I care so badly?” I questioned myself as I stopped in my tracks. “Why can't I just walk out? Why do I feel a constant need to always keep her safe?” I sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and concern. I knew I couldn't give up on her
Diego's POV“Who does she think she is?” I barked out loud in my head as I settled into the driver's seat of my white SUV before slamming the door and stepping on the accelerator pedal, speeding out of Raymond's mansion. As I drove through the city, I held unto my steering wheel with so much rage.“No one goes against me, I always win, I was born to win.” I yelled out loud this time, my blood boiling red hot. “Who the hell is Raymond, what does he have that I don't?” I asked, my eyes glared at the rearview mirror, as it blazed with resentment towards my half brother, Raymond. Raymond had always seemed to have all that was supposed to be solely mine. Either he took them away entirely or I had to annoyingly share them with him. My father's love, his inheritance, and now... Bianca.The thought of it made me want to punch him so badly in the face. Overwhelmed with so much emotions as I continued ranting, I let out a menacing growl, my anger and frustration boiling over like a pot lef
“You want what?” I asked, my eyeballs almost popping out from its socket in shock and a mix of amusement. As I continued to stare at him, I couldn't help but laugh hysterically in shock at the trash of a bombshell Diego just dropped.He wanted me back? After what he did to me? The absurdity was almost too much to bear. “He must be stupid to think that I would go back to him.” I thought in my head. But as I gazed at him, my laughter died down, replaced by a mix of anger and disgust. The baby kicked slightly in my belly, as if sensing my turmoil.I gave Diego a long, stern glare, my eyes boring into his. How dare he? Taking a deep breath, and with my heart pounding in my chest. I boldly closed the gap between us, looked straight into his eyes, and spoke so firmly and with a determined resolve. "You're dead dreaming, Diego. You are a joke."Diego's eyes widened slightly, but he didn't flinch. He just stood there, his gaze locked on mine, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. I fel
“You slut!” Diego spat bitterly as his eyes met with mine. “I thought it was just a coincidence but it's really damn true.” He added his eyes, scanning me from head to toe. “I know you are drunk,” I replied, my once calmed eyes firing triggers at Diego. “ What the hell are you doing here?” Diego said no words but continued to look at me in a most scornful way like I was trash. “Wait, don't tell me you are following me?” I asked as the idea of it dropped in my head. “Is that how low you have reduced yourself to?” I sneered at him. “Don't flatter yourself, you bitch.” Diego shut back. “So it's true all along, you were really cheating on me during your vacation.” He added.“Stop it! I am way past all those dramas. See get this in your head, I don't know why you keep on following me, but I’ve moved on and I am happy in my new life.” Diego hissed and gave me a long stare just before he tried to brush his way in. I was still reeling from the shock of seeing Diego on my doorstep, but a
I slowly opened my eyes, taking in the warm glow of the morning light streaming through the windows. As I turned carefully to the other side, I was met with the sight of Raymond's peaceful face, his chest rising and falling with each gentle breath. I smiled, feeling a surge of love and gratitude for this man who had brought so much joy and happiness into my life.It's been seven months since I had started living with him and last month he surprisingly asked that I marry him and that we plan a proper baby shower where family and friends would be invited. Stealing one last glare at him, I blushed. Raymond was indeed my peace. “Yes!” I exclaimed softly, agreeing to the idea that just dropped in my mind. I was going to make Raymond one of my old signature dish I learnt from my mother.Carefully, throwing off the covers,I swung my legs over the side of the bed, trying not to disturb Raymond. I wrapped my night robe around my slender body, making sure to cover my already large baby bump.
Raymond’s POVIt took a lot of discipline to hold myself when I saw Bianca walking down the stairs for dinner. The red dress she wore made her shine so bright, pulling everything including me to her. “Damn! Get hold of yourself, Raymond.” I reprimanded myself as the thought of grabbing Bianca from behind flashed through my mind as we made our way back to our rooms after the delicious meal Mrs. Jenkins and the kitchen staff had made. “Thank you for tonight.” Bianca voiced out softly as we got to the pathway where we both had to take different turns to our rooms. “I enjoyed myself.”“Same too, thank you for making it a beautiful night.” I replied, still trying to fight the passion welling up in my inside. As we stood close to each other, with the atmosphere getting hotter and thicker, I began to draw close towards Bianca. It felt like the taste of her was oxygen at the moment. I needed her. I had never been one to rush into things, but there was something about Bianca that made me
The ringtone from the telecom I hadn't noticed its presence until it rang jolted me off my sleep. “Ma’am, dinner is ready and Mr Raymond is already seated waiting for you.” The caller let out immediately I picked up the phone. “Okay, I’ll be out in a few minutes.” I answered quickly just before dashing into the bathroom. I felt disorientated.How had it gotten so late? I had meant to just rest for a little while, but I must have fallen asleep. I quickly turned on the shower and stepped under the warm water, feeling it wash away the remnants of sleep.As I showered, I couldn't help but think about how my life had changed in just a couple of weeks. It seemed like just yesterday I was left broken and confused not knowing the next step to take after that crazy Diego had taken the house. And now, here I was, living in a luxurious penthouse and dining with a wealthy businessman. It was all so surreal.I quickly finished my shower and got dressed in a beautiful red dress that Mrs. Jenkins
It was about ten to fifteen minutes after I settled into my room when one of the staff knocked softly on my door, announcing lunch was ready. “Damn, what way was it again?” I murmured in frustration, my eyes darted to the left and right as I tried to decide which way it was that led to the dinning. “Ma’am!” A voice called from behind immediately I took the left turn. “You are going the wrong way.” “But why would someone live in a house this big?” I murmured beneath my breath as I turned to face the owner of the voice that called out. “This way, ma’am.” She gestured, her eyes gleamed with genuine service as she smiled. “Tsk!” As I followed the lead of the staff I walked in awe. I had never seen someone live in a house this big. It was literally a house that could fit almost three or four generations together. “Hope you settled in fine.” Raymond's calm voice rang in the air immediately as I drew closer to the table. Without uttering a word, I nodded. For some weird reasons, the
Bianca's POV “Who was this Raymond guy really, I thought in my head as I sat stunned in silence crossed by the seat belt on the private helicopter which was soaring above the earth.”As the wind whipped through my hair, I tried to have a grasp on what had just happened. One minute, I was in the hospital, reeling from the news of my pregnancy. The next, Raymond was whisking me away in a helicopter, taking me away from the city I had ever known.I had watched a lot of Cinderella, kind of romantic scenes while growing up but never had I known or ever thought my life would one day be like one of those scenes. As I gazed out the window, I couldn't stop my mind from going back to the web of thoughts and options of who Raymond was. He was so calm and collected, even in the face of chaos. And yet, there was a sense of power and authority about him that was unnerving.“Where are you taking me to?” I blurted out as I twisted my face in fake anger, my eyebrow contorted into a furrow. The tr
Raymond’s POV I stormed out of the hospital room, feeling frustrated and irritated. “Argghhish! How can someone be so blindly stubborn?” I let out as I ran my fingers through my already scattered black hair. “Couldn't she see that I am just trying to help her?” I added in frustration as I leaned my back against the white painted wall. “I wasn't asking for anything in return, no strings attached. Just pure, genuine concern for her well-being.I paced back and forth in the hospital corridor, trying to wrap my head around her behavior. She was clearly hurting, both physically and emotionally. But every time I tried to reach out to her, she pushed me away. It was like she had built a wall around herself, and she was determined to keep me out.“But why do I care so badly?” I questioned myself as I stopped in my tracks. “Why can't I just walk out? Why do I feel a constant need to always keep her safe?” I sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and concern. I knew I couldn't give up on her