Underestimating Grant's Level Of Ruthlessness Would Only Lead To Undesirable Situations Like Moving In With The Enemy- MunaMUNAI had no idea why I welcomed that kiss from Grant, but as soon as he said what he did after pulling away, I got back to my senses.I raised my hand to give him a tight slap, but he dodged before my hand could connect with his cheek."You succeeded in hitting me the other time, but not now. What I said is reasonable," he smiled."Reasonable? I'm sorry about hitting you, but trust me, you're the only one who inspires such violent behaviours from me," I almost choked on the words."That's exciting, it means I'm finally getting under your skin. Listen, what I said is reasonable, you need the money, I also need the money your father borrowed back. You need to save the three galleries and I need to secure such a genius under my company before someone else does. I must be the investor that Adewale turns to for expanding his work. We will be helping each other if yo
I'm not very sure why I asked Muna to live with me, but I couldn't possibly say there's nothing more attached to it-Muna.GRANTI watched all the colour drop from Muna's face as I said that. "Did she really think I was going to leave any loopholes in our pretend relationship?" I thought to myself as I studied her."What nonsense? How dare you make decisions for me just like that? Who the hell do you think you are? Why would you move my things to your place without my consent?" She queried, nose flaring in anger."Calm down, my dear, we are supposed to be a loving couple now. I know about the fact that your rent has been due for a while now. I'm sure with what's happening to precious Daddy, you don't have the necessary funds to pay up your rent, so I'm doing you a favour. You can stay at my house, it's big enough," I replied, smiling.She let out a scoff before saying, "I don't care about how big your house is, but there's no way that I'm going to live with you. I don't trust you one b
I guess nothing can prepare me for Grant's fury. Picking a fight with him will only result in me getting hurt anyway- MunaMUNAI woke up the next morning in an unfamiliar room. The pink walls and lilac coloured bedsheets was something I definitely disapproved of. Grant knew that I wasn't the girly type who favoured pink or purple, so I'm sure he designed this room this way just to piss me off, which he clearly succeeded at.Every single item was either in pink or purple. I touched my head, trying to remember what exactly happened yesterday.I remembered the terrible migraine that gave me signals while I was talking with Mr Flint and Mr Moore. I had always suffered from migraines, ranging from mild to terrible ones. Yesterday's episode fell under the category of the latter, it started about a year ago. I had an episode at least twice every month.Yesterday was the worst so far, I had felt as though drumsticks were being used on my head. I know I was at the office lying on Grant's co
Throughout the entire ride to Rowland Galleries, Muna ignored Grant who sat beside her, frowning for some reason unknown to her. It was a huge surprise to see him hop out of the car as soon as they arrived in front of the gallery. He quickly moved around to her side and pulled the car door open for her. She frowned, wondering why he had to do that, but soon realised his reason when she saw a curator from the gallery watching them. Placing his hand at her lower back, he took her purse in his hand before kissing her briefly on the lips. Muna stared at him, totally confused by the sudden kiss and big smile plastered on Grant's face. His dimples were on display, making him look even more handsome. He had gone for a charcoal grey suit which seemed as though it was sewn right on his body. He looked every bit like an intimidating billionaire which he was. Seeing how confused she looked, he explained, "It's time to put your acting skills to use. This is our first official public outing a
I sometimes feel like a real fiancé when I visit Muna in her office, just kidding. I'm not that stupid to forget what she did to me, but seeing her in a state of undress might be my undoing- Grant.GRANTI sat in my office working on some new proposals when my phone rang. It was Olivia calling, I answered the call quickly."Hey friend, you seem to have forgotten me," Olivia joked in her usual calm voice.I could just imagine how she was sipping a glass of mango juice after concluding with her recent romance story.Olivia was a famous novelist and was often busy writing romance stories for her hungry readers. She was also my best friend since we were little."I couldn't possibly forget you Olivia. How's it going? Did you conclude that story?" I asked as I typed up an email."Yes and that's why I want to celebrate with you. How about dinner at 6 pm at Bella's? I'm in the mood to spoil you with some Italian cuisine. What do you say?""Well, I don't know how to say this, Olivia. I need to
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
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