“I love you Laura.” King confessed, for the umpteenth time that day.“Hmmm..” Laura smiled with her cheeks all out as she leaned forward and kissed him.It had been over a month and Laura was still yet to say those words to King. He wanted to hear her say them. But not just that, he wanted to know that she felt them as well. Laura always saw the look on his face when she didn’t reply back with an I love you. She noticed his eyes dimming a bit. And the side of his lips turning downward. If only she could just bring herself to expressing her feelings for him. It was as if there was something holding her throat from opening.Fear!“But I think you love this baby more than me already.” Laura whined against their kiss, when King but her lower lip a small moan escaped her mouth. She pulled away immediately. Not wanting to feel embarrassed in the presence of Andre.“You’re jealous of your own baby girl?” King chuckled as he pulled her onto his lap.“She’s taking all your time and attention
The room went quiet for a couple of minutes.Everyone stated at her as if waiting for her to explain further.“Mum?…” Anne spoke quietly, her long lashes falling to cover her eyes as her brows twisted.“Did you just mention fiancé? You are getting married?” Anne asked further. Her voice not depicting any emotions. But it was clear that she was perplexed.Lana took her seat, grabbing Oliver’s hands and placing a kiss on it smiling before she offered to speak.“Oh my!! Congrats mum!” Anne squealed as she stood up to go embrace her mum.Lana already had tears in her eyes as she spoke “We met over a year ago in one of my gallery exhibitions. Funny thing? He came with his son and I had thought they were brothers. That was the beginning of our story. Fast forward to last month, he asked me to be his wife and I accepted. We’re engaged, but no we’re not getting married soon. I thought it best to inform y’all first.” She explained. Expressively happy.“I’m happy to finally meet everyone. I an
The bullet passed beside her ear.A warning from Grem.King rushed her to the hospital. The sight of the blood coming out of her legs had scared the hell out of him. He promised Greg a slow death. And he meant it.Maddie was the only one in the room with her at the moment, King had followed the doctor to his office so they could better.Dave was still out of the state, he heard of the incident and called King immediately complaining bitterly of how his daughter hasn’t known peace since she decided to be with him.It was the next day after they got to the hospital, Laura had cried all night and lost her voice. Her ear still rang. King slept with her on the bed holding her tight as she whimpered all night. This was after the doctors had stopped her bleeding and checked her ears and her general physic.Thankfully she did not loose the baby.Dr. Liam explained how she had a small problem with her placenta. What is medically known as Placenta Previa. It had increased the chances of the bl
“How are you feeling Lu? You sure you can stay till we close for the day?” Maddie asked Laura with utmost concern. Laura chuckled a bit to herself before replying “I’m okay Madds. I just have to put all this in order before Mrs. Georgia comes to pick them up.” “You know I would have helped if I knew half of what you knew in baking and cooking in general.” Maddie offered with a warm smile. “I know honey. But you can always keep me company.” Laura winked. “What? I’ve got customers to serve! And what is that wink? Maddie feigned ignorance, holding back her laugh. “Madds! When are we going to talk about you and Dr. Liam! You’ve been avoiding the topic for the longest of time. I’m dying to hear all about it! Come one now Madds!” Laura sulked a little as she arranged the box of cupcakes in order of their flavors. “Alright when we get home. No more hiding!” Maddie deadpanned. Laura shot her a knowing look. “No! Girl I know you in and out. And I know for a fact you won’t be coming ho
Laura had tried everything possible in trying to reach him but it was futile. Had King suddenly disappeared from the face of the earth? It was now a new day and Laura was back at the cafe, gloomy. She didn’t want to pay attention to the photos and messages accompanied with threatening voice notes that had been sent to her phone the previous day. But it taunted her. She tossed and tossed on her bed all Night. Thank goodness Maddie was there for her. She thought by ignoring the messages that it might just be a bad dream. But it felt as though her little act had angered the conspirators the more. Stacey was livid! She was pissed! Laura had ignored the threats and heart wrenching photos she sent to Laura’s phone. She knew Laura had seen them! Why hadn’t she yet reacted. She wanted Laura to run nuts! Since Laura did not respond, Stacey decided to send more threats and photoshopped pictures of King in bed with two different ladies. The first set of pictures were also King in compromi
It had been a week at the safe house.. Still no King. King had somehow found out about Stacey’s dirty stunt. He knew for certain that Laura would be thrown off balance. And that was the last thing he needed for her at this point. He needed to settle things in Las Vegas before coming back to her. Things weren’t as he thought when he got there. He was ambushed and caught off guard. A meeting that was supposed to last a day or two had ended up running into amother week. Andre brought to his notice that Laura was extremely worried about him. Not like he planned to want to keep her in the dark. But that was what he needed to do. To cut contacts with her for the main time. There were rivals, there was also Greg trying to get hold of Laura. He knew his phone calls and devices were being monitored even by the FBI. Detective Marshal had also revealed to him that the mole in his company causing havoc with their investors and tarnishing their image was actually operating from outside the
Dr. Liam Kentucky seated in his office plotting his next line of actions.He swiveled the chair around, chewing on the head of his pen. Lost in thoughts.Maddie was once again an Angel in disguise that had saved him. Well not technically or directly. But his affiliation with her had brought to his quick notice the problem on ground.Laura and King discovering the wrong medications that may or may not have been the causes of Laura’s intermittent weakness and infections in her body. The baby too was at dire risk. Dr. Liam was already so certain that with the amount of poisonous substance he had pumped into Laura. That baby had no chance of surviving.He was just patiently waiting for the miscarriage. Or better still, Laura’s death.It happened that, after the encounter with the so called Dr. Sarah, the two couples had at first not suspected Dr. Liam for anything. They had not yet contacted him to hear from him. Until the lab results came out. They were shocked to see that Laura had been
Laura was back at the cafe doing what she knew how to do best. Bake. But this time around, Dave had entrusted the cafe’s financial activities to her. So she was extra busy.Dave’s exacts word’s were “You need to put your economic degree to use. You can start with me honey, for the next one year you will have to upscale the economic activities of this cafe.”Maddie was already making plans of turning the space at the back—Dr. Hakeem’s restaurant which King confiscated and bought in Dave’s name— to a fashion studio. Maddie was already setting it up for photo shoots, make up arts, modeling and even for art work exhibitions where Lucia could put up her works and sell.They were growing. The baby in Laura’s womb was also growing big. Almost seven months gone into the pregnancy. King had instructed that when Laura entered her third trimester then she would have to stop work at the cafe. But could be working remotely.Laura did not object. She also did not object when King decided that s
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