Laura woke up that morning to the notification on her phone.It was Storms remembrance. The day her sister died. The only person who has reminded her of having an original family—not the way she felt like a tag along with Maddie and Dave— Storm was her only family. No mum. No dad. And then Storm died. It had crushed her. Crushed her in every sense. Knowing that there was a high probability of Storm being killed. It wasn’t a natural death. No! Her sister was poisoned! And the killer might still be out there.The killer was indeed still out there.Every year, Laura goes to visit her grace. Just once a year. She never did go on any other occasion. She didn’t want to remind herself of the cirmustances around the death of Storm and her current living. It was like living in oblivion.Laura would go, sit there the whole day on her grave. Talk to her and give Storm a breakdown of what had happened in the last year. It was Maddie who took time to always visit the grave, sweep away the dead fl
Ever since Laura moved in with King in his mansion, she joined him at the gym every morning. Most times she will be too sleepy or in some cases—like today— too worn out to even move a muscle. For the past twenty minutes or so, King had been trying to get her stop clinging to him on the bed. He had work to prepare for!And even though she always headed for the cafe later in the day, she still acted out of script.“Just five more minutes.” Laura wiggled herself more into him. Deliberately rubbing on his hardened member.His heart always lept for joy whenever they did their morning ‘thing’ on the bed. She being silly and acting like a baby and not wanting him to move. Even goes as far as throwing a tantrum and then him pleading non stop showering her with kisses and reassurances.“You said the same thing twenty minutes ago! Come on. I’ll carry you to the gym. You don’t have to walk.” He smiled into her hair as she wrapped her legs tighter around him.“I can’t even walk. All thanks to yo
“So you said Violet is coming to pick you up?” King asked Laura again for better clarity.The night had been a long one for King, working on different documents non stop and taking several calls. But here he was, barely day break already headed out of the house.Laura had escorted him to the car, and currently they were both leaning on the car as King held her waist to him. Laura tipped on her toe and gave him a kiss on the lips. Pouting with an upside down smile before replying “Yes! For the Zillonth time.”Violet had called Laura the previous day to invite her for a friend’s bridal shower happening down town. It didn’t sound like a request though, it was more of a ‘you owe me one’ call. Laura had agreed and they made plans to go together. She tried to pull away from him but he stole another kiss. “Andre can always take you with any of the cars, bring you back. And get to watch over you. Hmmm?” He tried to reason. She tilted her head slightly to the right as if just noticing somet
“What.. what are you doing here?” Laura was shocked to see King as he highlighted from his SUV.“Where’s Andre?” She peeked into the car asking.Laura had gone to find a seat in front of an outdoor cafe so she could calm her self and then order a ride home. She did not expect to see King drive crazily to find her.“You shouldn’t have come.” He said, after finished kissing her and breathing her in.“I.. I didn’t think things would be this bad.” She sobbed into his shirt.“You are going to tell me everything that happened, and I’m going to take you home. Okay?” He kissed her again shortly after she nodded.King did not like that she was stressed out again! This was what he was avoiding this morning. Everyday he fears for her and the baby. Laura was too fragile and he hated that people kept stressing the hell out of her.“I missed you.” She breathed.“I know.” He smiled back at her.“Shouldn’t you be busy? Doing Batman duties or something? And how did you get here so fast! Damn I reall
“Can you hear me? Fuck it’s so loud in here.” Brian shouted over the phone.King and Laura had just gotten home when he got a call from Brian asking him to come over at Tay’s club immediately. At first he refused, he wanted to be with Laura the whole evening.What would she think of him again if he left. She overheard them and told him it was fine.He hurriedly grabbed his keys. The faster he got there the faster he could get back home to Laura.Standing by his room door she didn’t know if to protest further against him leaving or not. “Don’t wait up please. I’ll be back. It’s a promise.” he placed a quick run kiss on her lips before picking up his phone again.Chase grabbed the phone from Brian and even though stupidly drunk, he yelled as well into the phone. Advising King against coming.“Trust me man there’s no need. Brian is just being a pussy!”“King get your ass here immediately!” Brian yelled louder, the anger in his voice was beginning The last time that him and the guys had
King was in the office when he accidentally came across a blog page showing intimate photos of Karl and his sister. He hated whenever his family made it to the news for irrelevant things. He went through several blogs seeing different write up’s about them. Some even had pictures of the fight from last night. The clickbait in their posts irked him terribly.How low could they go!King was going to let it slide until he came across a page that aimed at tarnishing Laura’s image. The heading read:“A former house keeper would now have to deal with an abusive husband?” That heading alone had him riled up. He scrolled through the other posts and he wished he never did! The paparazzi clearly painted him as a monster that was against his sister’s happiness. Different opinions about Karl and Anne being love birds. There were even hashtags like #cancleKing #letLoveWin #wifeBeater.That was it. No slander against Laura would be tolerated.King grabbed his suit jacket and keys storming out of
The rest of the week had gone by so fast and unusually free of any hiccups. Laura resumed working at the cafe, but this time around she spent almost the whole day there. Due to shortage of staffs, Dave had started stressing out. He himself wasn’t always available because of his chemo sessions. One of the girls always had to go to the hospital with him. Either Laura or Maddie. So now, Laura always left home early to the cafe and came back late.King didn’t feel comfortable with the arrangement, he had grown really possessive over Laura. It felt sexy most times but at times it was choking her up. The last time she brought it up he felt hurt and ended up promising he would give her space. Well, he tried but he couldn’t. Man couldn’t give her a mile.Unfortunately, today he and Andre flew out of the state.Laura was working late at the cafe with Maddie, people were still coming in numbers. Ever since the public found out about Laura and King, the cafe had become popular. Everyone trea
FOUR MONTHS LATER…Laura was in her second trimester already, the pregnancy journey had been going smooth. King has been really supportive in every way, she felt relaxed and well taken care of. There was just her reoccurring weakness.Unknown to her, Dr.Liam always found a way to manipulate her medications. She complained to King and he adviced that she stopped the drugs for the moment, she did and everything had been fine. Both of them becoming a power couple each passing day. All that was left was for King to take Laura to the alter.But soon.After that incident with Allie’s dad—Pittsburgh. King had been extra possessive with Laura and her relation with people. She had explained to him how the man was her biggest obsessed stalker when she was a teen. He tried several times and threatened just to molest her but failed. She was lucky but some other girls weren’t lucky. He was a glorified child abuser.King knew that with the man back in her life, things were about to go south and he
So not everyone wearing scrubs were saints. King has got to learn the hard way.He was leaning back against the cool black leather seat of his SUV, his long fingers tapping an impatient rhythm on the armrest. Outside, the city lights were all white and gold in his eyes even despite the tinted windows. Detective Marshal’s call had come earlier and the urgency in his voice had pulled him out of his office. Luckily, Chase was around in time to cover up for him while he would be away. “King,” Marshal had said in a tone that demanded attention. “I’ve got something for you. We need to meet as soon as possible.” Marshal had said. No greetings, no small talk. Typical of him.Now here he was, parked in a high-rise parking garage, his eyes darting to the rearview mirror as Marshal approached. The detective opened the passenger door and slid in with what seemed like a practiced ease. Marsha never rushed into anything unprepared, and tonight was no different.“Detective,” King greeted him with
Dr. Liam leaned back against the cold wall tiles of his private shower, letting the steaming water cascade over his chiseled chest. The surgical mask lines were still showing on his face, and they reminded him of the exhausting C-section he had just completed. Liam was drained, physically and emotionally. Although he had saved a life today—two, actually. Same as yesterday and the day before—all he could think about was how much he hated these walls. Hospitals were sanctuaries for everyone else, but for him? It was more like a prison.He toweled off roughly, wrapping the plush white towel around his waist before stepping back into his office.And there she was.Stacey.Her red hair was pinned back into a messy bun, a shade too bright against her pale Texan skin. Her curvy body was poured into a black dress that hugged her thick thighs and ample chest like she had revenge to prove. She sat in his swivel chair like she owned the place, her legs crossed in a nonchalant way. Her cherry-re
Laura leaned against the counter that had displays of hot pastries, shifting her pregnancy weight to ease the pressure on her back. Her hand absentmindedly rested on her growing belly as she glanced at Maddie, who was swirling a spoon through a cappuccino she had no intentions of drinking.“So…” Laura started, dragging on that word to hint she was about to ask something prohibited. “How's Dr. Liam these days? Still too busy diagnosing his reflection in the mirror to have your time?”Maddie froze mid-way through swirling her coffee, her playful grin flattening out for just a second before she replaced it with a dramatic eye roll. “Ugh, can we not? It’s way too early for this.”Laura raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Too early, or too complicated? Madds, you know I’m going to ask eventually.”Maddie waved her hand dismissively, leaning on the counter. “He’s fine. You know, doing his doctor-y things and looking annoyingly good while doing them.” She giggled with dreamy eyes. “Noth
He knew the rules: money talked, and everyone else? They just nodded. The world worked on bribes, and the underpaid prison guard standing at the dimly lit corridor, guarding the cell gates, wasn’t about to turn down his envelope of dollar bills.“Back again, Mr. Clean?” The guard’s grin was all teeth and bad intentions, his hand greedily slipping the envelope into his jacket pocket.Matthew smirked, shoving his hands into his jacket. “You’re not paid to ask questions, Moses. I’m not here to bake cookies.”Moses laughed like they were old friends sharing an inside joke. “Fair enough. He’s in the usual spot. Ten minutes.”“Fifteen,” Matthew corrected, already stepping into the dark corridor that smelled of sweat, cheap bleach, and desperation for inmates to escape.Prisons weren’t supposed to feel comfortable, but this one had a bite of an annoying feeling that made his skin crawl every time he visited. And yet, here he was. Again.Dr. Hakeem’s cell was tucked in the back of the buildin
They say revenge is a dish best served cold, but Stephanie Pearson preferred hers steaming hot with a side dessert of sizzling chaos. And oh, she was starving.Stephanie’s crimson nails lightly scratched the silk fabric of her blouse as she stood in front of her floor-length mirror, her reflection staring back at her like an old friend with a knowing smirk. She wasn’t dressed for anything fancy—just a casual crop top and ripped jeans—but that didn’t matter. What mattered was the way her hand instinctively drifted to her stomach.“That foolish Laura,” she muttered, cocking her head to the side, her freckled nose wrinkling in displeasure. “Thinks she can have Kingston all to herself? Oh, honey. No can do.”Her reflection grinned back at her, she was the version of herself she had grown to love over the past few months. She couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle—no, that chuckle was psychotic, if heard closely. “How does she even sleep at night?” Stephanie continued, her high-pitched v
Kingston knew well how to control himself. Everything and every aspect in his life was organized, even down to the way he poured his whiskey. But as he found himself pressing Laura against the bedroom wall, his lips teasing hers with the kind of hunger that could ruin a person, all that control? Out the window.“King…” Laura whispered, her voice breathless, her lips swollen from his warm kisses.“Say it again,” he murmured, his mouth trailing down her jawline, his hands sliding beneath her dress, sending passionate heat on her skin.“King,” she repeated, her tone pleading this time.And that was all he needed.Neither of them remembered how they had made it to the bedroom or when her dress landed on the floor like a forgotten piece of memory. His shirt joined the pile, his tie long gone, and Laura’s delicate lingerie soon followed, leaving her body bare under the soft glow of the bedside lamp.“Lie down,” he commanded, his voice low and rough, yet filled with the only softness he had
Kingston McGorrith was not the kind of man you would expect to see juggling shareholder documents with baby-shopping plans at the back of his mind, but here he was, sitting at his mahogany desk, scrolling through spreadsheets like his life depended on it. And maybe it did. Between managing his multi-billion-dollar empire and making sure his pregnant wife was happy, this man was booked, busy, and his borderline was completely burned out.His office was quiet except for the sound coming from the faint hum of the air conditioner and the occasional ping of his phone. His assistant had just dropped off the finalized documents for Laura’s announcement as a shareholder, and King had to admit—it felt so unreal. Laura wasn’t just the mother of his unborn child; she was about to become part of his business, his legacy. The thought made him smile that rare but genuine smile that softened his usually sharp facial features.“Everything looks solid,” Brian said, leaning back in his chair as he flip
King barely made it through the front door before Laura was already up from the couch, her eyes lighting up as she reached for him. “Rough day?” she asked softly, her fingers sliding to loosen the silk tie he hadn’t even bothered to straighten properly.King groaned, tossing his briefcase to the floor like it had personally offended him. “Rough doesn’t even cover it.” He shrugged off his blazer, running a hand down his face. “Anne is missing.”Laura’s hands froze midway through loosening the tie as her brows arched up. “Wait. What?”“She’s been unreachable since earlier today. Her phone’s dead, no sign of her anywhere,” he muttered, his tone sharp, but the worry was still evident in his voice. “She tried calling once, but it didn’t even last a second before the line went dead.”“Oh my God,” Laura whispered, stepping closer. “Have you called the cops? Tracked her phone?”King sighed as he tugged off his tie completely, the veins in his neck bulging from frustration. “We tried. Marshall
“Hey, have you heard from Anne?” Greg asked as he barged into King’s office without knocking, his voice tight with concern.King didn't bother looking up from his laptop, his expression bored. “No, she’s avoiding us. And to teach her a lesson, I blocked all her credit cards. Let her sweat a little.”Greg blinked twice, clearly thrown aback as his brows knitted together. “Okay, first of all, bold move. Second, she texted me earlier saying she was back in the country and asked me to pick her up soon. That doesn’t sound like someone who’s avoiding us.”King froze for a second, his fingers hovering over the keyboard lightly. The calm expression on his face began to crack slightly. “What are you saying? Are you kidding?”“I’m dead serious. She said she'd call again when she was ready. But now, nothing. I’ve tried calling her, but she isn’t answering. That's… not Anne.” Greg muttered, his tone dipping into worry.King leaned back in his chair, rolling his eyes until his gaze shifted to the