It was a beautiful evening as they both stepped out of the Ferrari parked in front of the clubhouse.
She couldn't believe she had accompanied Mr handsome to a clubhouse after so much pleas from him. He seemed new in town and doesn't know his way around. “So here you are, I beg to take my leave,” she said with humility and turned to leave. “Stop,” he ordered from where he stood. “I..I need to be home,” she stammered, trying to avoid those captivating blue eyes. “I know. But your job is not yet done. You'll come with me as my woman,” he said firmly while giving her the usual killer looks. “What?!” She cried, looking baffled. “Yeah, I don't want girls flocking around me. I came here only to have a drink, not for pleasure,” he explained calmly. She didn't know why she felt better, knowing he wasn't here for girls; and the fact that he asked her to be his woman tonight, made her feel better. “Are you in or not?” He asked calmly. “Um..,” she stammered, trying to find her voice. She hated what he was doing to her. He was rude yet charming, and had his own way of getting what he wants, she thought. “I.. I've got a big day ahead tomorrow, plus I don't club,” she managed to speak while keeping her head high. “I'll pay for whatever you need to get done tomorrow, plus, you don't have to drink with me. All you've got to do is sit beside me. Don't worry about home, I'll drop you home,” he continued in the most endearing voice that swept her off her feet. “Yes.. I'm in,” she answered sharply and pinched herself at how fast her response was. “I've messed up,” she cried within herself as she walked behind him while they both headed into the clubhouse. She was getting married tomorrow, and she didn't know how she got stuck with a man she knew nothing about. She enjoyed walking alongside him with all the sexy girls glaring at her with enviousness. He's like the hottest dude in town, all the girls in the club were crazy about him. He hated how they crawled up around him, and she loved how she stood by him, wading them off. She enjoyed the attention so much and she got carried away by the moment. They reclined at a table, and drinks filled the table in no due time. “Who's having these?” She asked, irked by the sight of so many alcoholic drinks. “They aren't yours to take, stick to your water and beverages. That's what suits you,” he said with his usual killer smile as he opened a bottle of whiskey. “Don't dare me,” she said, grabbing a bottle on the table. “Don't try to impress me,” he smirked, gazing at her face. “Try me,” she challenged and took a glass. She became drunk at the third glass and she stood up immediately and grabbed him by the tie around his neck. “I need a dance,” she whispered into his face, her breath reeking of alcohol. Without hesitating, he took her to the dance floor and they both had a crazy and erotic dance. As the dance grew intense, he stole her away from the dancefloor, into a passage where they both shared a deep passionate kiss. “I want you tonight,” he said amidst pants as he broke free from the kiss. Without a word, she wrapped her arms around him again and their lips locked again as he lifted her up from the floor. * She felt migraines as she opened her eyes and looked around the dim room. She flinched at the sight of the able-bodied man whose body was lying at the other side of the bed. She quickly recalled her encounter with the man from last night and her heart skipped. Raising off the duvet from her body, she bit her lips bitterly, seeing she was naked. She swung out of the bed immediately and grabbed her sling purse which was lying on the floor. Looking at the time on her phone, it was 3:30.am already. “Fuck!!” She cried, realizing her wedding was just a few hours away. How dare she have a fling with a strange man on the day before her wedding? She thought as she dressed up as calm as possible to avoid waking him up. As she tiptoed to the door, she took a final glance at him as he slept gracefully on the bed. “ I hope we don't meet anymore,” she said to herself and sneaked out of the room. It was dawn before he woke up and he couldn't believe she was gone. “How dare she?” He fumed, searching from the bathroom to the closet. Last night was pleasurable and he couldn't have enough of her. He knew she was at her drunken state but there was something amazing about her. He sat on the bed devastated and hoping she would appear anytime soon. His phone rang and he looked at the caller ID and sighed. “Where are you, Ryan? We're about to leave for Ryker's wedding,” a calm female voice sounded from the phone. “The Clyde's family are having a flash marriage now?” He scoffed, scratching his stubble beard. “Get your ass here. We're having a family photo and you don't want to miss it like you've missed the rest of it,” she said. “I won't,” he assured and hung up. He thought about the girl from last night and sighed. “I'll find you, no matter how long it takes,” he said confidently as he picked up his jacket from the bed. ** The limousine arrived in front of the registry hall and men in black suits opened the door for the bride to step out. Samantha stepped out in full glamor, accompanied by her chief's bridesmaid who arranged her train on the floor as she walked towards her groom, Ryker, who was handsomely donned in a white three piece suit, with his dark long hair styled in a low bun. He had his sunglasses on and his eyes never left her as she walked towards him slowly. She lowered her gaze to the floor as she saw members of the Clyde's family standing behind Ryker, gossiping in low whispers. Mrs Clyde came forward, elegantly dressed in a short black fitted dress and black heels. “Thanks for coming my dear,” she said with a smile on her red full lips as she looked into Samantha's eyes. Samantha nodded wryly and returned her gaze to the floor. “We can now proceed,” Mrs Clyde said, turning to Ryker whose handsomely built face was as hard as a stone. Samantha heaved a sigh as he took hold of her hand. They were about to step into the building when a familiar voice interrupted them, “Sorry, I'm late,”. They all turned to see Ryan, second son of the Clyde's family, adjusting the button of his black suit as he walked regally into the gathering. Samantha's eyes bulged, and her bouquet fell off her hands as he took off his sunglassess and she recognized him as the man from last night.Their eyes met and locked for a few seconds and Samantha's world caved in at that moment.“You!” Ryan pointed his finger as he walked towards her slowly.“What is going on, Samantha?” Ryker asked coldly while taking a slow sinister glance at Samantha who managed to keep her heads high.“”Oh, her name is Samantha?” Ryan laughed and licked his lips in disbelief.This is not happening, Samantha cried silently as she was handed back her flower bouquet by her maid of honor.“Ryan, what are you doing?!” Mrs Clyde yelled and pulled him away. “Are you..are you getting married to my brother?!” Ryan fired with his eyes on Samantha while being pulled away by his mom.“Do you know her? What's going on?” Sophia and Claris asked in surprise.Ryker tried to maintain his cool as he took a slow glance at Samantha again.“Do you know him?” He asked in a slow but angry tone.“I..I..I don't,” Samantha answered quickly.“Why did you drop your bouquet at the sight of him?” He continued in whispers.She fe
She looked up at his face and realized he was Ryan, the man she had an affair with last night. Her heart cringed and her world caved in as his bloodshot eyes pierced into her eyes deeply. “Last night, we had a fling, and today you're married to my brother?!” He scowled, spewing out hot breath on her face. She stuttered, “I..I'm..I'm..” “No!! You can't be married to Ryker! You can't be my brother's wife!” He raged, looking aggrieved as he pulled away from her. Ryker's dominant voice was immediately heard from the stairs, “What's going on here?” Her feet grew cold, and realizing he must have heard their conversation, she grabbed her wedding dress firmly and took to her heels. “Wait!” His commanding voice made her halt in the middle of the passageway. She stood stiff as she heard the sound of his shoes kissing the ground stylishly. His presence behind her made her turn pale in the blink of an eye. Caressing her left shoulder, he whispered sinisterly into her ears “Wifey, what d
Her body ached, her eyes sore with tears as she opened her eyes to the noise coming from the large room known as the maids' quarters.Through her blurry vision, she could see the tall, fair skinned middle-aged woman standing in front of her. Her face wasn't visible enough but she could easily tell this was the maid who had brought her here last night.“Madam, you've been assigned to the kitchen this morning,” the middle-aged woman spoke with a calm but serious tone.Samantha rose her head slowly and her short brunette hair could be seen, dangling all over her face.“I'm so weak,” she spoke with a low pitched tone, recalling how she had cried herself to sleep on the cold tiled floor last night.“It's an order from above, unfortunately there is nothing I can do to help your situation,” the lady continued sternly.Samatha licked her dry lips slowly and dragged her body up from the floor. She looked around and could see some of the maids in blue uniforms, sitting on their respective beds,
Shoving her into the small balcony, he stood firmly in front of her, watching her regain her stance. “Tell me why you married Ryker!” He demanded almost immediately. “Your lips are bruised..,” she cried, trying to touch his bruised lips. He shoved her hands away and she retreated slowly, seeing his indignation. “I wanna know, why did you do all of this?! Why did you marry my brother? Why did you trick the family?!” He raged, his charming blue eyes seething with anger. “How.. can..can I answer all of it?” She stammered, her lips trembling as she stood before his intimidating stature. “I want you to answer me as soon as you're done eating!” He said and walked out. Her hands trembled on the balcony as she watched him return with a tray of food which he placed on the wooden table. “Eat,” he ordered and took his seat on the armchair beside the table. She took her seat and devoured the food almost immediately. “You've been starved!” He said angrily. She didn't respond and continu
Mr Ken didn't take his eyes off Ryan for a second as Mrs Clyde battled for words. “Um, I'll take my leave for now, the atmosphere isn't business friendly at the moment,” he said and turned to walk away.“No.. don't leave!” Mrs Clyde called while trying to go after him. He paid no attention and walked out immediately.“You girls, go after him! And make sure we secure the deal!!” She yelled at her girls who were befuddled at the moment. They both nodded and ran out at once.Ryker shut his eyes bitterly and then he threw a baleful glance at Samantha and asked, “How dare you show your face?”. Samantha tried to speak but Ryan grabbed hold of her hands and hushed her.“Enough of your nuisance, Ryan!! How dare you step out?!! You and this filthy bitch!” Mrs Clyde yelled, walking towards Samantha and Ryan. “Oh, really? I am a legal son of this family and I deserve to be recognized,” Ryan defended.Ryker scoffed and walked towards him.“Just hear yourself,” he chuckled, taking a firm stand
She wiped the tears off her cheek as she heard movements outside the dungeon. It was quite dark and only the lights in front of the dungeon gates lit up the passageway. Standing up from the cold rough floor, she walked to the metal gates, roving her eyes around the passageway. Just then, his broad figure appeared in front of her, wearing a black hoodie and black shorts. “Ryan,” she cried almost immediately as he took the hood off his head. “Sam,” he called sympathetically as he touched the metal gate. “I..I thought you left,” she burst out emotionally. “I tried to, but I couldn't leave you here. Sam, I need to break you out of here. You need to be free, I can help you escape out of here,” he offered with enthusiasm. “It would pose a big risk to you and I. I have nowhere to go, no family of my own. If I escape, your family will come after me, they'll find me with their last breath,” she panicked as she looked deep into his eyes. “I'll protect you.. I'll keep you safe away from
The voices of the women woke her up and she opened her eyes to see Anna standing in front of the bed, alongside Hailey, the brown skin maid. She had been asked to move out of the maids’ quarters last night and she wondered what the girls were doing in her room.“Mrs Clyde ordered us to prepare your bath,” Anna said softly. “Your glam team is waiting outside to get you ready for your big day,” Hailey said with a little bit of excitement.“Big day? I don't get it,” she scoffed as she sat up right.The girls helped her up the bed and prepared her bath. Her glam team arrived after her bath, and they helped dress her up in a white short flared dress with bogus sleeves. Her short brunette hair was bobbed on both sides of her face which wore a beautiful makeup. Her feet slipped perfectly into silver glittery heels, adding to the beauty of her outfit. “You look beautiful, ma'am,” Anna whispered.“Thank you,” she said with a satisfied smile.She was led out of the room by madam Kate who arri
They both pulled away from each other and she quickly rushed to the door. “Hide,” she whispered to Ryan who was still unmoved.She watched him hide in the closet and then she opened the door for Mrs Clyde to come in.“Mother,” she called humbly as she stood behind Mrs Clyde who was looking all over the room.“I thought I heard a voice,” she said and sat on the single sofa in the room.“Not really, “ Samantha cut in sharply and walked to the bed nervously.“You did well by being a good girl out there. But there is something else I'll need you to do,” Mrs Clyde said with all seriousness. “I don't care whatever relationship you once had with Ryan, I want you to stay away from him,” she warned. Samantha swallowed hard, her heart racing fast.“Mother..,” she tried to speak.“I believe I'm clear,” Mrs Clyde cut in.“I..I will ma'am,” she replied.“Good,” she said and walked out of the room.As soon as the door was shut, Ryan sprang out of his hiding, his face now red with anger as he star
“Any news from her family?” Aunt Susan asked, with her eyes on Mrs Clyde who was sitting on the couch opposite her.They were all seated in the small private living room. “No, as a matter of fact, we don't know her family. Sasha is the only friend we knew she had,” she replied.Aunt Susan turned to Sasha who was sitting beside Ryker. “Um..,” Sasha stammered. “Samantha is an orphan from what I know. Her only aunt who raised her is also late. We grew up together in the countryside before I left for the city. Samantha definitely has no family,” Sasha explained. “Hmm,” Aunt Susan mumbled. “So then, we'll begin to make plans for the funeral,” she said to Mrs Clyde.“Yes, as fast as possible,” Mrs Clyde said with a nod.Aunt Susan turned to Ryker whose face was gloomy. “Be strong, all these shall pass,” she consoled him.“Thank you, Aunt,” he managed to speak. “Cute son she gave you,” she added with a smile.He nodded with a wry smile. “I'll check up on him before I leave,” she said.
In the spacious foyer, the servants and all staff working in the mansion were seen, lined up in two different lines.Walking in the middle of the lines was Mrs Clyde, dressed in a black fur jacket reaching down her knees. She stopped on getting to the other end and everyone paid attention as she cleared her throat to speak. “We were having a bad day yesterday, that's why everyone was ordered to remain in their quarters. With a heavy heart, I want to announce the passing away of Mrs Samantha Clyde, wife of my son, Ryker Clyde,” she announced with a somber voice. “No!!” Anna screamed tremendously.The girls began to weep and Hailey alongside Betty held Anna closely to themselves. “Samantha can't die, she can't die..no..,” Madam Kate chuckled in disbelief. “Order!” Mrs Clyde bellowed.There were murmurs, alongside sniffing and weeping. “She died as a result of postpartum hemorrhage and it was too late before the doctor could do anything,” Mrs Clyde continued. “She had no complicati
Samantha became dumbfounded, looking at the faces of the men and women who were sneering as they walked closer to her. “Sas.. you're sorry for what?” She asked, looking lost. Sasha gulped and her gaze returned to the floor. “Sas, you made the calls, didn't you?” Samantha asked in dismay. “Unfortunately, no calls were made. This whole meeting is a sham, Samantha,” Mrs Clyde smirked. “Sas..,” Samantha tried to call. “I'm sorry, Sam, I fell deeply in love with Ryker. I..I couldn't do what you asked. How could you, Sam? Ryker did nothing to you! He is a good man!!” Sasha cried. “You betrayed me?!!” Samantha cried in disbelief. Ryker grabbed hold of her wrists and pulled her forcefully to himself. “To think that you made a fool out of me, you were fucking my brother under my roof, and you sent Sasha to divert my attention away from your schemes,” he laughed while looking deep into her eyes. Samantha wriggled, trying to break free from him but his grips were firm. He sent a h
What the hell do you mean your son is not the father of my baby?” Samantha scoffed, taking off her sunglasses as she stood up from her seat. “Samantha, can you explain this?” The lady who welcomed her earlier, asked in dismay. “Oh, yeah, her son fathered my child,” Samantha accused, pointing at Mrs Clyde. “Ryker didn't father the baby, Samantha!!” Doctor Jean fired. “Oh, yes, he didn't. Ryker isn't the only son she's got. Okay, I get it. Her favorite son didn't father the baby,” she mocked, turning to Ryker and Mrs Clyde. “Samantha, what did you do?” Mrs Clyde asked with disappointment as the glass fell off her hands. Ryker remained glued to his seat, unable to utter a word. “I beat you to your game, bitch!” Samantha fired. “How dare you?!” Mrs Clyde cried, shaking her head in disbelief. Samantha smiled and adjusted her suit jacket. She took a deep breath and grabbed an armchair which she sat on stylishly. “Members of the Clyde's family,” she addressed with a smile
Samantha's face lit up with a smile as she watched Anna and Hailey scrambling their way to meet the baby at the cradle. “Easy, girls,” she urged. The girls awed as they looked at the baby whose blue eyes were wide open. They both gave awkward stares at each other before returning their gaze to the baby. “He's indeed so cute,” Anna awed. “Yes, just like his daddy,” Hailey put in. Anna's eyes bulged as she looked up at Hailey. “Those blue eyes, brown hair..,” Hailey continued. “Hailey, um..I guess Madam Kate needs our attention,” Anna said, getting up swiftly. Samantha watched with a smile as the girls waved her goodbye and left the room. “The result of the match played on the night of Aunt Susan's party is out,” Hailey whispered to Anna as they both walked along the passageway. “Shh, Hailey,” Anna whispered. “It's undeniable,” Hailey scoffed. Anna sighed and stood for a moment. “Samantha is in trouble if our guess is right,” she said. “We need to stay cool to see wha
There was chaos in the building as Mrs Clyde and the maids all ran into Samantha's room. “Out of my way!” She snapped, pushing Kate aside as she made her way to the bed where Samantha was lying in pain. “Mother,” Samantha cried, grabbing her arms tightly. “Hold on, Sam. Doctor Jean and his team are on their way here,” she assured, patting her forehead. “I can't, mother, it's excruciating..,” Samantha cried out like a baby. “It's just for a few moments. When the baby is out, you'll eventually be free. Hold on, Sam, be strong for mama,” Mrs Clyde said with a smile. “Mother, don't leave me,” Samantha cried painfully, still clinging to her arms. “I'm here, okay? I'm here,” Mrs Clyde assured again. “The bowl and the towel,” she said to the maids who were watching anxiously. Anna handed the items over to Madam Kate who soaked the towel in a bowl and wiped off the perspiration surrounding Samantha's face. “I need a waist massage, a foot massage, I need everything!!” Samantha th
She stood up from the bed as she caught sight of Ryker and Mrs Clyde walking into the room. She could see Ryker's hardened face but she didn't say a word to him. “Sam,” Mrs Clyde called, walking to meet her. “Yes, mother,” she answered sharply. “Ryker is going on an urgent business trip,” she informed. Samantha became puzzled as she looked at Ryker who was walking over to the closet. “Is it that urgent that I wasn't informed beforehand?” She asked, still looking at him. “Yes, daughter. I'm so sorry,” Mrs Clyde said with pity, placing a hand on her shoulder. “I'm almost due for birth, mother,” she lamented. “He'll be back just in time for your delivery. Don't be scared, I'm here, and you sister in-laws are here with you too. You've got nothing to worry about,” Mrs Clyde said with a smile. She nodded and watched Ryker taking his luggage box out of the closet. “Ryker, you won't say goodbye to your wife?” Mrs Clyde asked with a smile. He stopped and swallowed hard before
She snuggled up in his sturdy, muscular body, with his huge arms wrapped around her tenderly. Their bodies were shielded by the duvet, and there was complete silence in the room. He stroked her hair tenderly and her face turned towards him slowly. “Ryker,” she whispered softly. “Sas,” he called, looking up at her face. “I've missed you,” she whispered again, looking deep into his eyes as their heads rubbed against each other. “Sas, I've missed you too. I missed you more than I imagined,” he uttered softly with his hand stroking her hair from behind. She kept silent as they both stared deep into each other's eyes. “You don't have to go home,” she pleaded with a calm, endearing voice. “Samantha would be mad at me for sleeping out. I need to go home to appease her,” he replied. “Ryker, please. The nights have been cold without you. I can't hold on any longer,” she cried. “Sas, we promised not to do this. No emotions, just sex,” he reminded her. “And it's my fault for wan
It was an exciting atmosphere at the Clyde's mansion, as friends and family were seen, moving in with gifts for the baby shower. Samantha, dressed up in her beautiful maternity dress, was looking so stunning as she sat on the king sized bed which was decorated with balloons, ribbons, and banners. Friends and family troop in to take pictures with her and also present their gifts and well wishes. “Mother didn't agree to a gender reveal, so we're snapping that out,” Sophia said while typing on her phone. “What's the big deal in a gender reveal, anyway?” Claris sighed while chewing her bubble gum. “It's okay not to reveal the gender. I'm okay with it,” Samantha replied. “Hello,” came a charming male voice. They all turned and saw Ken, charmingly dressed in a white turtleneck long sleeve dress and black chinos pants. On his eyes were round clear glasses and his hair, styled neatly in a high fade cut. “My man is here!!” Sophia exclaimed, running to meet him. Samantha smiled b