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
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
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'
MUNAI woke up with a throbbing pain in my head and neck. Trying to come to terms with the events of last night, I found that too challenging and so I left my bed to the bathroom on shaky legs.While brushing my teeth, I finally remembered what happened last night. I was at a friend's party. I'm not a huge drinker, but after the huge argument I had with my Dad yesterday, I just needed to ease of some stress.While trying to remember how I got back home last night, my phone starts ringing. Letting out a groan after seeing that the caller ID was that of my father's secretary, Will Robert, I answer the call."What is it this time? I've told you, I want nothing to do with the galleries. I'm perfectly happy as I am!" I yelled."Muna, I called to inform you of your father's present medical condition," Mr Robert said in a quiet voice."What do you mean? What's wrong with the old man this time?" I queried, trying to sound uncaring, but there was still a hint of fear in my tone.My Dad once su
GRANT"Mr Stephens, there's a Ms Rowland here to see you, but she doesn't have an appointment," my secretary, Abigail Grey informed me.I smiled in eager anticipation, I knew that it wouldn't be long before the beautiful queen of the Rowland family came to see me.Looking at the profile of Rowland Galleries, I smiled. They were neck-deep in debts and my company was their biggest creditor. No wonder the beautiful Muna was here to see me. I'm sure she had finally come to terms with the fact that I had the future of her family in my hands.She was the last person I ever expected to see again after what happened between us in high school. When I finally honoured my father's request to come back to London and assume the position of CEO of GS Capital, I was surprised to discover how much the Rowlands were owing us."Don't let her in since she doesn't have an appointment," I instructed Abigail in a stern voice."Okay Sir," Abigail replied and ended the call.As much as I wanted to see Muna a
MUNAWhen I arrived at GS Capital in my black sports car, I was impressed at how beautiful and huge the building was. Of course, it definitely was expected of a venture capitalist like Gary Stephens, apparently, he was the CEO of GS Capital and at the moment, the man my father owed millions of dollars to.I wondered exactly why I was doing this once again as I walked into the building. Was it to gain some sort of recognition from my Dad when he finally woke up?Anyways, it doesn't even matter, if my father was going to be arrested, he'd probably die in prison because of his bad health. I couldn't possibly watch that happen, so I had to do something.Reaching the reception, I asked for Mr Stephens and was directed to the fifteenth floor, which was the office of his secretary.Getting into his secretary's office, I was made to wait while she announced my presence. The secretary was naturally blonde and beautiful, she had lots of makeup on and seemed nervous while speaking on the phone
GRANTWhen Muna told me that she had plans of taking over the position of director of Rowland Galleries, I was really surprised.I know Muna and from what I remember about her, she's not the type who'd want to do be in charge of a company.She must have really changed over the years. I could see the determination on her face. I tried my best not to laugh at that admission of hers."Okay, you think you've got what it takes to lead the Rowland Galleries back to it's feet again? Don't worry your beautiful self, okay? I'm sure with all the reconstruction you've done to your body, you're too fragile for the job," I said, eyeing her perfectly proportional body.Muna used to be famous for being very slim in high school. She was the leader of the cheerleading squad which made her even more popular back then.Slim and graceful was what she was called, but the person who sat in front of me now bore no resemblance to her.She had a curvy body now, but still managed to look a bit slim and was I w
MUNA"How dare you bring that up? We both know that I was set up that night." I replied in anger."Set up? Don't give me that nonsense once again. I thought that since we've become adults you'd finally come to terms with what happened that night and stop lying," Grant frowned."I don't want to talk about this. Not anymore, you don't believe what I have to say as regards the matter and the same goes for me, so let's just leave that issue aside. I want to assume the position of Director of Rowland Galleries. No, let me rephrase that, I'm now the director of Rowland Galleries."Grant stood watching me for a while with a weird look before he said, "I'm expected to attend a meeting in the next fifteen minutes, so I'll get straight to the point. I have a proposition for you, but it's not something we can talk about here. So meet me at this address at 6 pm. You may leave my office now.""I'd rather meet with you here tomorrow instead. I don't trust anymore meetings with you anywhere asides a
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