Having Grant attend to my zipper might come with some strange emotions, but that won't keep me from remembering that he's my nemesis-Muna"Oh my God! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to just barge in on you like that," Grant apologised while feasting his eyes on Muna's body."Sorry for yourself. I'm sure you walked in on purpose. How did you know I wasn't properly dressed?" She queried, tugging the jumpsuit into place and trying to draw up the zipper."Let me help with that," Grant suggested, unsure of why he even wanted to help in the first place.Muna did her best to ignore the tingling sensation she was feeling due to Grant's fingers on her back."Can you just zip up the damn thing and leave me alone?" She frowned, trying to sound annoyed, but the words came out sounding breathless instead.It took a whole lot of self control from Grant to pull his eyes away from the designer bra that she had on as he zipped up the jumpsuit.Finally decent, Muna sat on her chair behind her desk and said
The idea of other guys staring at Muna's rather ample curves might just have my chest tightening in a knot- Grant. Muna was about to step out of car when Grant halted her with his hand on her wrist."What is it?" She frowned."I wanted you to have this, I'm sure this is not how you expected your first engagement be, but we need to make our relationship more believable. I can't call you my fiancée without you having my ring on your finger."Muna stared at the beautiful and simple diamond ring that Grant had placed on her ring finger.The ring was a perfect fit and was just what Muna had once described to Grant as her ideal ring. They were friends back then and had spoken about proposals randomly.She wondered if Grant remembered what she had said and decided to get her ideal ring for her? He couldn't have, he hated her after all, she concluded, casting away that idea."It's beautiful and it must have cost you a lot," she remarked in a fake excited tone."Purchasing it had no significa
Being in a fake relationship with Muna might come with luxuries such as access to her amazing lips- Grant.GRANT"This is for you, Muna," I said, handing her the flowers as we approached the front door of my parent's mansion.She looked a bit surprised as she accepted the flowers from me. Her beautiful face contorted into a frown and she asked, "how did you know I liked pink tulips the most? You've been sending roses to my office all these time. Why tulips all of a sudden?""I know a lot about you that you wouldn't believe. Let's go in, Mum must be dying to see you," I replied with the smirk I know she hated seeing on my face."I don't know why I'm nervous all of a sudden. I have a bad feeling about deceiving your family and best friend like this," she said, licking her lower lip. It was something she always did whenever she got nervous. I watched her with fascination, I mean it wasn't fair for someone who hurt me like that to look so good.Muna was drop dead gorgeous and it's not li
Hearing Grant confess his love for me gives mixed feelings that I'm not ready to face yet- Muna MUNA "I'm sorry about your Dad, I heard he's in coma now. I hope he gets better soon," Sarah, Grant's Mum said with a sympathetic look. "It's fine, Mum. My Dad is a fighter, he'll surely get out of coma. You don't have to worry, God has healed him," I replied, forcing back my tears. Grant squeezed my hand like a supportive partner and said, "yes indeed, God has healed him. We just have to wait for him to wake up." Grant's parents were so nice and loving. I could tell that he was raised in a home filled with love. It was such a shame that he turned out as a cold-hearted bastard, although I guess he's only like that to me. He's super nice to everyone like Olivia whom he was currently helping to cut her steak. I tried to ignore the pang of hurt that I felt inside me as he cut the steak perfectly for her. Sarah had gone all out for this dinner. There were three different Nigerian dishes o
I fail to understand why the thought of Muna with anyone else drives me insane. Should I be worried of the security of my heart?- Grant. "She threatened me. She wanted me to know that I wouldn't succeed in hurting you like I did last time. That proves that you made everyone think I was the one at fault. You set me up that night! I was drugged and found myself in Jackson's bed!" Muna yelled. "Would you keep your voice down? You want us to leave this past issue between us, but you keep bringing it up," Grant replied with his face contorted in anger. "I just realised that we can never move on from what happened. It would always be a huge elephant in the room with us. We need to get rid of it," Muna replied. "I'm sorry, but I don't want to see my fiancée in the same light that I saw her nine years ago. I was very disappointed back then and you know what? I'm willing to let go of what happened before. I can understand that at our age back then, we were reckless and horny teenagers. It's
A single touch of hands with Grant can easily make me lose focus. Get your head together - MUNA. MUNA I sat at my dressing table, staring at my reflection in front of me. I still couldn't believe it was my engagement party today. I was dressed in a scarlet red designer dress with a sweetheart neckline. It wasn't too tight, but hugged my curvy figure, perfectly. My long hair was packed in a beautiful high bun. I had insisted on doing my make-up myself, and I had to say I did a great job. The day Grant got me this dress was the first time he spoke to me since the night we argued after dinner with his parents. In his exact words, "the dress was made for me. It was something he could hardly wait to see on me." Asides from today being our engagement day, it was also Grant's birthday. His parents were throwing a huge party for us at their mansion. I stood to adjust my gather and stockings with my feet placed on stool and at that exact moment, Grant walked into my room. "Did you pose t
Something about Muna's smile makes me forget that this is only fake- Grant GRANT The kiss Muna and I shared was totally unnecessary, but I wasn't sure why I felt the need to do it. I guess after seeing Richard stare at her so much, I just wanted to prove a point to him that she was all mine. The moment I pulled away, I noticed how confused Muna looked and the fact that lots of people were staring at us, taking photos. I quickly led Muna through the crowd and into the house. The entire place was decorated with pictures of Muna and I, making it look like ours was a long time love affair. "Your parents really did a great job. This place is amazing, but where did they get pictures of us from, especially the ones from when we were in secondary school?" Muna queried. I looked at the particular pictures she was referring to. She and I were dressed in our school uniforms with huge smiles on our faces. We had ice-cream cones in our hands and big smiles on our faces. That photo had been
Grant might be evil everyday, but not when I'm in danger. He might just become my knight in shining armour-Muna.MUNAI went upstairs to the bathroom to retouch my make-up and also get some space from the never-ending smiling and small talk Grant and I had to engage in throughout the party.Deciding to use the opportunity to pee, I got into one of the stalls, just as I was about to come out, I saw Grant walk in with Olivia."What is it that you have to say? Why must we speak in the bathroom?" He asked her."Are you for real?" She queried touching his chest fondly."What do you mean? I don't understand you?" He frowned, moving out of her reach."Are you seriously falling back into the trap of that witch?" She hissed."I hope you are not referring to my woman in such a manner? I do not appreciate your time, Olivia.""Of course I am. Why wouldn't I, she's a witch, she's so unfortunate. Everyone who's related or involved with her has ended up badly. Look at her father lying in the hospita
TWO YEARS LATER MUNA "Ladies and gentlemen, let's welcome Mrs Stephens to our show!" Elisa Bloom, the host of Crafting It said as I walked up to the stage. I smiled as I took my seat across from her in front of the excited audience. Crafting It was a show where talented artists, authors, songwriters and musicians where interviewed to discuss their success stories. When I had first got the interview invitation from Mr Roberts, I had been unwilling to go for a number of reasons, but after thinking of the positive effects it would have on Rowland Galleries, I finally accepted to do the interview. "Welcome to Crafting It, Munachi Stephens, we are so delighted to have you on our show. Happy birthday, I must say you are indeed much more beautiful in person than on the tabloids. How are you doing?" "Thank you for the compliments, I'm glad to be here too, I'm very tired though, I barely had enough time to rest since I got out of the flight from Lagos to London. I still can't believe it'
GRANT Gregory did a lousy job at tying knots, so I was sure that I would be able to untie myself soon while I watched him explain the reasons for his actions. I couldn't understand why Tobi and Olivia had felt the need to betray us like that. It hurt so much seeing their lifeless body covered with bloodstains. When I got into the factory Olivia had been pointing a gun at Muna and Gregory was behind her with a gun to her head. It was clear that Olivia was the one who shot Tobi, because I saw when Gregory came in and the gunshot had already sounded before then. I just had to make sure that Gregory didn't make use of his gun again. I was sure that Michael and Flint were already on their way with the police. Flint had been right after all, Gregory was the one person whom I should have suspected the most and he turned out to be the one behind the stalking. I was correct in thinking that whoever was sending all those threats was doing it because of how cruel I used to be in the busine
GRANT No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't locate my car which Muna drove off in. I sped up and let out a groan in frustration when I was caught in traffic. How was it possible that Muna drove off so quickly? My phone rang and I sighed as I picked it up. The caller ID was blocked and I figured it was definitely the stalker on the line. "What the hell do you want? Where is Olive?" I asked as soon as I answered the call. "Relax Grant Stephens. I will give you an address and you had better get there as soon as possible or else Olive will pay the greatest price," he laughed and hung up. I punched my fist against the stirring wheel in anger. I frowned when I heard a message tone from my phone. I opened up the message and saw the address he sent. I put in the address and waited for about fifteen minutes before I was finally able to get out of traffic. I said prayers in my mind as I stepped on the accelerator and drove off to the address sent to me. As I got out of my car in fr
GRANTWe all heard a phone ring and Olivia moved a few feet away to answer the call.She returned to my side and said she had to go because her editor needed her to submit some chapters. "Keep me posted about Olive," she said and left the room."Isn't that Tobi? Why is he taking Olive away?" Rainer asked."That's Tobi, oh my God. That means that Olive is in safe hands. Let's go quickly to his apartment and get her," Muna said to me"No Babe, I need you to focus and think about this. Tobi took Olive away from here without getting permission from us, doesn't that tell you something?""What?""He abducted her for a reason," I replied.She frowned and laughed shakily, her brown eyes were filled with unshed tears. "Why would he kidnap her? This is Tobi that we are talking about," she said."Munachi, think of things clearly. Tobi left guesthouse yesterday morning on a bad note. Why do you think he covered his face when you guys were there, but then removed the mask later on? He obviously di
MUNA"Congratulations ladies, you escaped within forty minutes which makes you our fastest winners for the day. Do come back another time for a much more thrilling experience as the one you just had," an employee said after we got out of the last door."How about the little girl that was with us earlier?""What little girl?" The man frowned."A man dressed in black came into the second room and took my daughter with him. He said we could get her after the game," I replied."Your daughter left with her father, Ma'am," the man said in a disinterested tone."No, that man is not her father," Rainer said."Listen ladies, the man introduced himself as the girl's father, he even showed us an ID. Why don't you call the girl's father and confirm?"I took out my phone with shaky hands and dialled Grant's number. It wasn't going through and then I remembered Grant was working at home."Isn't he answering?" Olivia asked."No, Grant is probably holding a video conference meeting with his employees
OLIVIA When they all left to freshen up, I took out my phone and texted, "Cheese In The Trap!" I knew I was taking a huge risk, working with someone who I didn't even know to tear Munachi and Grant apart, but I had no other choice. Munachi didn't deserve Grant, I was the one standing beside him all these years and ever since she showed up again, he was no longer interested in hanging out with me. I was going to make sure that the guy didn't harm Grant in any way. I can't even believe I didn't have an idea of what the guy's name was. I came out of my thoughts when I saw Munachi and Olive walk into the room. "We are ready to go Aunt Olivia," Olive said. I smiled at the little girl, she was so pretty, it was a shame that I was going to make the both of them suffer. After I get Grant, I can become Olive's stepmum. I smiled at that conclusion and Munachi frowned, asking, "why are you smiling so much?" "I'm just so happy that you are joining me. I love challenges," I smiled. "Let's
GREGORY'S POVI woke up in my room, but I felt to tired and confused. I really needed to see a therapist, this spacing out was getting too frequent.I brushed my teeth while trying to figure out who this stalker could be. Grant Stephens was a nice person when you get to know him, though he was really cruel in the business world. When I first met Grant, I had lots of grudges and resentful feelings due to my past, but working with him all this time has actually helped me out.I took a shower and got dressed before switching on my computer. I let out a gasp at what I saw. How was this possible?★★★★★MUNA'S POV"I had already given some of Olive's clothes and personal items to the trainer's so that the service dog can get used to her scent," Grant said.We were in the reception area, awaiting the service dog and trainer for Olive's epilepsy."Dad, where's the surprise?" Olive asked, tugging on Grant's shirt sleeve."Hold on sweetie, it will be here soon," Grant replied just as some wome
TOBI'S POVI was in the kitchen making some pasta when I got a new message notification on my phone.I was going to ignore it until I was done, but when I saw the message was from a private number, I opened it up."HI FRIEND, DID MUNACHI TELL YOU SHE'S IN LAGOS WITH HER FAMILY? I FELT LIKE YOU SHOULD KNOW. NOTE: THEY ARE STAYING AT BLOSSOM GUESTHOUSE," the message read.Who the hell was sending me such a message? That didn't matter anyway, how could Muna return to Lagos and not even tell me about it. The guesthouse wasn't even too far away, so I turned off the stove, pasta abandoned, packed a suitcase and left my apartment.I got in my car and drove off to Blossom Guesthouse. There was no way I was going to miss out on a chance to mend things with Muna. Whoever sent me that text might just be my guardian angel.I had no idea who it could be. Could it be Rainer? Maybe she was doing this to get some closure.Whatever, I was surely going to see Muna and I don't give a damn if her pretty a
MUNA"Who do you want to introduce me to? Why are these huge guys following us around?" Olive asked.I turned around to look at the bodyguards Grant hired. Although, we haven't heard from the stalker in a week now, I still couldn't trust that we were completely safe and Grant was ready to do everything possible to guarantee our safety."These guys are just friends of ours that are here to make sure we are safe," Grant replied.We were going to the recreation centre to meet everyone else. I had to admit, I was a bit nervous about my Dad meeting Olive. I wouldn't want him saying or doing anything that would upset her. Grant squeezed my hand as though he could hear my thoughts."They will be fine," he whispered to me.I smiled and said to Olive, "we are going to meet your grandparents.""You mean Dad's parents?""Not just them, but your real grandfather," I smiled at her."Really? I thought he was sick, is he better now?"When Olive clocked six, she began to ask questions about her pare