NATASHA It was raining cats and dogs that day. I had a photoshoot I had to get to, and my father had insisted he take me there himself. The rain lashed against the windshield, blurring the city lights. Inside my father's car, the chauffeur was trying hard to navigate through the heavy rain and thunderstorms. I sat beside my father browsing through hot gossip on social media. I was trying to distract myself from the storm. Thunderstorms always scared me it had been that way for as long as I could remember. I tapped impatiently on my phone."Daddy, I told you, I can drive myself," I protested for the umpteenth time. Dad sighed, a fond smile playing on his lips. "I know, sweetheart, but I worry." I rolled my eyes, but truthfully I loved it when my father showered me with his attention and affection. Despite his stern exterior, my father was a softie at heart. The car suddenly swerved to avoid a particularly aggressive puddle, and I clutched the armrest, my heart started pound
NATASHA Anastasia's jaw dropped. "He pulled a gun on Dad?", Anastasia asked, her voice trembling as she spoke. Her face was drained of all colour, Anastasia was as terrified as I had been. "There's more," I said, the memory of that night was a festering wound, it was still very fresh. Even recounting to Anastasia still sent chills down my spine. A huge metal door opened and two of Damien's men emerged, dragging a struggling figure between them. My heart hammered against my ribs. I didn't recognise the man and I couldn't have because his face and body was covered in blood. He had been severely beaten. This man, whoever he was, wore a cheap suit, his face a mask of terror. "He says he'll get you the money tomorrow," one of Damien's men grunted, shoving the man towards his boss. Damien, tall and imposing, didn't even blink. He gave a curt nod, and the next thing I heard drew air out of my lungs and almost deafened me. A gunshot was fired into the man's skull and l saw him fall
NATASHA Damien tilted his head to the side and looked at me from head to toe, "So, you reported me to the cops. That was really brave of you."Damien muttered with a scary smile on his face. My heart started beating really fast. I have never been more terrified in my life. I wanted to run, but my legs were stuck to the ground. I wanted to scream, but I knew that dad and I would be dead even before the cop sitted in the car would get to us. "I have a soft spot for you, and I don't even know why," he continued, "but you... you've got me wrapped around your finger somehow." His words sent shivers down my spine. A "soft spot"? This man had threatened my father's life, and now he claimed some bizarre affection? It felt like a twisted game, and I was the terrified pawn. I became afraid, and so i started begging, "Please," I pleaded, and he smiled that bone chiling smile. "Don't hurt us." He started laughing, Damien's laugh filled the room, a cold, mocking sound that echoed in the
"I'm pregnant," she whispered, the words so slowly and quietly they almost dissolved into the air. Anastasia's eyes widened. Her hand flew to her mouth, and for a moment, the room held its breath. "Oh, Natasha," she finally gasped, a mix of shock and concern etched on her face. Tears welled up in Natasha's eyes as she spoke. "It breaks every rule we agreed to. Damien can't find out. If he does..." The unspoken threat hung heavy in the air. They both knew the consequences. Anastasia squeezed her sister's hand, her touch a silent promise of support. "We'll figure it out together," she said fiercely. "You're not alone in this, Natasha. We'll face it one step at a time." "When I hired the Private Investigator, I was hoping it was another woman. But the PI found nothing. It seems Damien is just tired of me."Natasha said. Anastasia held her sister, she had never seen this soft side of Natasha. "I am keeping my baby", Natasha said, "I am here for you, whenever you need me
Anastasia's thoughts drifted to Matthew, and suddenly, she felt guilty. She quickly pulled away, breaking the kiss. Stepping away from Harry. Anastasia struggled to catch her breath as her mind replayed the beautiful sensation she had just experienced. "I can't," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I can't do this, Harry. I feel like I'm betraying Matthew." . "Anastasia, I'm sorry," Harry said, "I didn't mean to kiss you, I can't seem to keep my hands away from you." Tears welled up in her eyes as she shook her head, trying to make sense of the conflicting emotions swirling inside her. "It's not just you. It's me. I care about you, but I can't shake this feeling of disloyalty. I need to figure this out on my own." Harry nodded slowly, understanding the depth of her struggle. "I understand, Anastasia. Take all the time you need. I'll be here, waiting for you." But Harry knew he didn't want her taking too long. He really wanted Anastasia and couldn't bear to lose her. They
Anastasia followed Paris Smith into the house, her heart pounding with each step. The silence between them was suffocating, and her anxiety grew as they approached the living room. The shame of what Paris had just witnessed weighed heavily on her—she had seen Anastasia kissing Matthew. How was she going to explain that? How could she? As soon as they sat down in the living room, Anastasia blurted out, “Paris, I am so sorry you had to see that. I’m not having an affair with Matthew—” “But you still love him,” Paris interrupted, her voice calm yet firm. Anastasia froze, unable to meet her mother-in-law’s gaze. The truth lingered on the edge of her tongue, but she couldn’t admit it. Not to Paris. And yet, she couldn’t lie either. Paris sighed. “It’s time you and I had a talk.” They spoke for what felt like hours, but Anastasia was too engrossed in Paris’ words to notice the time passing. Every question Paris asked chipped away at the walls Anastasia had built around herself, lea
Anastasia had taken enough time to cool off after she had met with her sister and the lady from the video. As she drove to Matthew's house in the evening of the following day, she was all smiles. She had one singular purpose and plan in mind as she drove towards his house. She prayed everything would go according to plan. What the lady had told her had gotten her so emotional that she had driven straight home. Now she was ready to see Matthew and have a talk with him. As Anastasia was driving up to Matthew's house, Paris Smith was driving into her son's house. She waited for him in his study, and Paris Smith always had sensitive discussions with her son in his study, where they had a smaller chance of being overheard. In a house filled with domestic staff, Paris had invented ways of being discrete. Harry came in and enveloped her in a hug. He was looking very happy. "I was at your house yesterday," Paris said as she stared at her son. Her eyes were not deceiving her, Harry
Matthew stepped aside and let Anastasia come into his house. She turned and shut the door behind her. "You don't look so happy to see me," Anastasia said. "I am happy to see you, but I am not so happy with you," Matthew said. He was desperately trying to buy time because he knew Anastasia, seeing another woman in his bed would shatter any iota of trust she had in him. "You dismissed me immediately. You saw Paris your mother-in-law", Matthew said. Anastasia drew closer to him and hugged him tightly, "I am so sorry about that, and I have come to make it up to you," Anastasia said as she pecked him on the lips. "What is that perfume you have on? It's so familiar, "Anastasia said as she sniffed his neck. "Actually, I used a couple of perfumes, so it's not actually one perfume," Matthew answered. "It smells nice. You smell nice, " Anastasia said. Anastasia sensing the awkwardness that had been brought on by the question quickly changed the topic, "How about we open thi
Anastasia hunched over, clutching her stomach before vomiting all over the floor. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand and looked up apologetically. "I’m so sorry," she muttered. Ruby, standing nearby, immediately stepped into action. "Come sit down," the older woman said gently, guiding Anastasia back to the couch. Ruby disappeared momentarily and returned with a mop and bucket. In a matter of minutes, she had cleaned the mess, finishing off with a few sprays of air freshener to dispel the unpleasant odor. Kneeling by Anastasia, Ruby asked, “Are you alright? How are you feeling?” She placed the back of her hand on Anastasia’s neck to check for a fever. “I feel light-headed and weak,” Anastasia admitted. “You need medical attention.”, Ruby said. Anastasia nodded, stretching out on the couch. She had been ignoring how off she felt lately, blaming it on stress, but now it was clear something was wrong. Ruby grabbed her keys, and together, they made their way to the near
As Natasha looked at her reflection in her vanity mirror, she saw a vision of elegance. But beyond the beauty and glamour, Natasha was a very scared and troubled woman. Having witnessed someone get killed by Damien's order, her love for him still didn't stop her from being terrified of him. She had a donned emerald green tea-length gown that brought out the beauty of her green eyes. Its side slit teasingly revealing her long, toned legs. The dress clung to her curves. She finished the look with a delicate necklace and matching earrings, and her long, wavy hair cascaded down her back in loose waves As she descended the stairs, she was met by her sister, Anastasia, and Mrs. Ruby. Anastasia, ever the fashionista, adjusted a loose strand of hair, Natasha could sense how worried and afraid, her sister was. Natasha could see from Ruby's body language that she was also very worried. Going to Damien's house was like walking into a lion's den. "Are you sure about this?" Anastasia
Anastasia was a little confused because Natasha texted an address to her, telling her to come there. It was not Natasha's house. But Anastasia was too worried about her sister to care. The address led her to a beautiful mansion. Anastasia told the security at the gate that Natasha was expecting her, and after they called to confirm, they opened the gate for her. She was ushered in by a lady in uniform, but it was at the sight of Mrs Ruby that Anastasia relaxed. Anastasia remembered the nice things Natasha always said about Mrs Ruby She had seen the woman a couple of times, and Anastasia had always thought the woman had a very warm personality. Mrs Ruby led Anastasia to Natasha's room. Immediately, Anastasia saw her sister's puffy eyes and tears-stained face. She knew Natasha had been crying. Anastasia's heart melted, and it was evident that Natasha was deeply in love with Damien. Anastasia walked up to her sister and enveloped her in a hug. Natasha cried, and Anastasia he
A few minutes later, Matthew brought in a tray of food. She dropped it in the sitting area in his room, and Anastasia got up from the bed and joined in. "Bonne appetite," Matthew said with a smile. "This is quite a spread, thank you," Anastasia said as she watched him pour coffee into a coffee mug for her. "We have always had crazy chemistry under the sheets. But I can't seem to remember anything that happened, "Matthew said. Anastasia took the coffee mug, took a sip of her coffee, and dropped it back on her saucer. "You were phenomenal. Even better than I remembered. I enjoyed making love to you again, "Anastasia said and ran her fingers through his thick hair. Matthew smiled, "I am glad you enjoyed our moment together. Too bad I can't remember, it must be the wine I took. I had already taken a few glasses before you came, "Matthew said. "Yeah, it definitely was the alcohol," Anastasia said. They ate the remaining of their breakfast in silence. After they finished their brea
Matthew stepped aside and let Anastasia come into his house. She turned and shut the door behind her. "You don't look so happy to see me," Anastasia said. "I am happy to see you, but I am not so happy with you," Matthew said. He was desperately trying to buy time because he knew Anastasia, seeing another woman in his bed would shatter any iota of trust she had in him. "You dismissed me immediately. You saw Paris your mother-in-law", Matthew said. Anastasia drew closer to him and hugged him tightly, "I am so sorry about that, and I have come to make it up to you," Anastasia said as she pecked him on the lips. "What is that perfume you have on? It's so familiar, "Anastasia said as she sniffed his neck. "Actually, I used a couple of perfumes, so it's not actually one perfume," Matthew answered. "It smells nice. You smell nice, " Anastasia said. Anastasia sensing the awkwardness that had been brought on by the question quickly changed the topic, "How about we open thi
Anastasia had taken enough time to cool off after she had met with her sister and the lady from the video. As she drove to Matthew's house in the evening of the following day, she was all smiles. She had one singular purpose and plan in mind as she drove towards his house. She prayed everything would go according to plan. What the lady had told her had gotten her so emotional that she had driven straight home. Now she was ready to see Matthew and have a talk with him. As Anastasia was driving up to Matthew's house, Paris Smith was driving into her son's house. She waited for him in his study, and Paris Smith always had sensitive discussions with her son in his study, where they had a smaller chance of being overheard. In a house filled with domestic staff, Paris had invented ways of being discrete. Harry came in and enveloped her in a hug. He was looking very happy. "I was at your house yesterday," Paris said as she stared at her son. Her eyes were not deceiving her, Harry
Anastasia followed Paris Smith into the house, her heart pounding with each step. The silence between them was suffocating, and her anxiety grew as they approached the living room. The shame of what Paris had just witnessed weighed heavily on her—she had seen Anastasia kissing Matthew. How was she going to explain that? How could she? As soon as they sat down in the living room, Anastasia blurted out, “Paris, I am so sorry you had to see that. I’m not having an affair with Matthew—” “But you still love him,” Paris interrupted, her voice calm yet firm. Anastasia froze, unable to meet her mother-in-law’s gaze. The truth lingered on the edge of her tongue, but she couldn’t admit it. Not to Paris. And yet, she couldn’t lie either. Paris sighed. “It’s time you and I had a talk.” They spoke for what felt like hours, but Anastasia was too engrossed in Paris’ words to notice the time passing. Every question Paris asked chipped away at the walls Anastasia had built around herself, lea
Anastasia's thoughts drifted to Matthew, and suddenly, she felt guilty. She quickly pulled away, breaking the kiss. Stepping away from Harry. Anastasia struggled to catch her breath as her mind replayed the beautiful sensation she had just experienced. "I can't," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I can't do this, Harry. I feel like I'm betraying Matthew." . "Anastasia, I'm sorry," Harry said, "I didn't mean to kiss you, I can't seem to keep my hands away from you." Tears welled up in her eyes as she shook her head, trying to make sense of the conflicting emotions swirling inside her. "It's not just you. It's me. I care about you, but I can't shake this feeling of disloyalty. I need to figure this out on my own." Harry nodded slowly, understanding the depth of her struggle. "I understand, Anastasia. Take all the time you need. I'll be here, waiting for you." But Harry knew he didn't want her taking too long. He really wanted Anastasia and couldn't bear to lose her. They
"I'm pregnant," she whispered, the words so slowly and quietly they almost dissolved into the air. Anastasia's eyes widened. Her hand flew to her mouth, and for a moment, the room held its breath. "Oh, Natasha," she finally gasped, a mix of shock and concern etched on her face. Tears welled up in Natasha's eyes as she spoke. "It breaks every rule we agreed to. Damien can't find out. If he does..." The unspoken threat hung heavy in the air. They both knew the consequences. Anastasia squeezed her sister's hand, her touch a silent promise of support. "We'll figure it out together," she said fiercely. "You're not alone in this, Natasha. We'll face it one step at a time." "When I hired the Private Investigator, I was hoping it was another woman. But the PI found nothing. It seems Damien is just tired of me."Natasha said. Anastasia held her sister, she had never seen this soft side of Natasha. "I am keeping my baby", Natasha said, "I am here for you, whenever you need me