..."I told you I'd found you if you ran away. And I did. You're stupid for thinking you could ever escape from here." He said and before I could make a run for it again, he'd already held my wrist, jerking me out from the tree where I hid myself. "No please let me go. Let me go," I begged trying to free myself. He let go of my wrist and yanked at my neck, drawing me closer to him as he lifted me off my toes, growling like a raging beast. Miguel let go of his voice as he started crying. The bastard has scared his little boy with his sudden move.I snapped my hands on his wrist, trying to breathe, my eyes pleading with him to put me down."As you might have guessed... You've already brought out the beast in me for attempting to escape from my clutches and you will pay for it. That goes without saying. Do not infuriate me even more. Behave and let me take you back to our home." He said, finally putting me down and letting go of his hold on my neck. I coughed, choking as I tried to
...Spike.He watched her slip away again right before his eyes. He was egregious and disappointed by her sly yet innocent way of making a fool out of him. When would he ever learn his lessons? He was partially, No fully at fault too.If he hadn't been stupid enough to build his house in a deserted place, he could have easily hailed a cab and had her followed. He scratched his hair frustratingly, pummelling his fists on the brick wall. He stopped at seeing his knuckles bleed. He was most especially furious with himself."Shit that bitch can't stop being amazing. I'll fucking catch her again and trust me... When I do, she'll regret running away from me." He said as some sort of console mantra to calm himself and put himself in order.He went to the refrigerator and retrieved a bottle of rum and a glass of ice. He sat down and poured the drink into the glass, swirling it with his fingers before bringing it to his lips. He took a large gulp and went for his phone, dialling Cassino's nu
...At least here I felt safe. Only he can protect my baby and me, now. I was ready to accept anything to make that happen. I concluded in my mind."Are you really curious to know about my predicament?" I asked softly.Predicament? He thought. "If we're to proceed with our arrangement we ought to know each other... Don't you think?" He asked."Right, we should." I agreed, shaking my head. "I will tell you then." I sighed. "Tell me," he said, cocking his head and crossing his arms."I had a long day yesterday, when I came back home to call it a day, I found out my friend and her husband had sold me out for pennies. I couldn't believe it." I huffed.He said nothing, simply urging me to go on."Nothing more happened. I knew I couldn't fight a battle I knew I'd lose so for my boy... I gave in and docilely let him take me to his place. However, at second thought I couldn't take it. It was just too cruel to comprehend. I couldn't let myself and my son live out the rest of our lives in bo
...Spike.After he'd tracked down the location of his car, he wasted no time in driving to the place. He scoffed. "Switzerland Hotel. Wow! The bitch really got the guts to lounge in a Hotel after running away with my car. After making me stay up all night thinking. Just wait till I get my hands on you." He mumbled to himself, parking his car in the parking lot. He switched off the engine and highlighted it. He gazed at the duplex hotel standing before him before walking inside.All roads led him here. She has to be here."You're welcome to our hotel. Are you searching for someone, sir?" Alison asked politely.Spike gave her a long stare raking his hands through his short hair before he answered. "Yes. There's a black Range Rover parked outside of this hotel building. The number plate is RR61 SVR. I'm looking for the lady that drove in with it," he said in haste. His eyes were gazing through the hotel doors as he longed to see her."Oh, no! I'm sorry to say this but the lady left ea
...Was he the fool to be easily turned on by such beauty even amidst the tight situation they were in? Yes, he was. It was likely. He concluded in his mind. He climbed down, taking her hand in his. "Let's go."I thought we were going to an eatery or a fast food restaurant however it doesn't seem that to me anymore as I stared at the beautiful boutique.l was perplexed as to why we suddenly made a stop here, instead so I decided to ask, letting my curiosity get the best of me. "Is something wrong? Why are we stopping here?"Lorenzo said nothing as we walked side by side towards the sliding glass door. He stopped after some seconds, lowering his head to my ear and whispering. "If you keep on being so disobedient by questioning my authority... I'll have no harm in spanking you right here for all to see. You won't like that happening... Right?" He asked, retracting his head a little.I swallowed hard, biting down on my lower lip. There he goes again. He'd switched personalities like
... I loved being in light shoes or sandals since I had a child to back. High heels were never my thing. I tried making up an excuse as I saw the look on his face but he needed none. He handed Miguel back to me as he entered the store without another word.He went to the dummy and picked out all the lady clothing he came across, shoving it in the shopping cart as he went to the next store. He selected the latest brands of female undies and different designs of high heels and shoved them on the cart. I walked up to him, stopping as I lowered down and brought most of the heels out. It wasn't like I needed any of it."What's ya doing?" He asked."Nothing," I said softly. "They aren't my size." I lied."Alright, then... So go pick your size, lady," He said, authoritatively. I nodded, not wanting to drag it on with him as I did as he said, selecting only but a few. "This will do," I said, shoving them inside the cart and waiting for his instruction.He said nothing else, satisfied wit
...Lincoln.He has been waiting anxiously for some time for Lorenzo to make his grand entrance like he usually does but so far nothing. He had to believe everything would work out. That his mother wouldn't catch up with them. Just when he was about to give him a check-up call, a luxurious white car showed up in his compound. He watched as his friend highlighted it so effortlessly and stoically as if he had no worries for the earth and homo sapiens that lives in it. He hopped to him, catching up with him, halfway. "My man. What's up?" Lincoln said, bumping shoulders with him. He pulled back as he saw me sticking right next to him with my child in my arms. He didn't look surprised though as he took my hand in his, shaking it lightly. "You're welcome to my humble abode, wifey-to-be. No, that's too cheesy. I should rephrase that. How does sister-in-law sound to you?" He asked, laughing.I put on a polite smile at his remark. "You can call me whatever you like. You seem close to Mr. C
...ZUIDERKERK.We arrived not less than an hour later, climbing out of the car and walking majestically into the big Zuiderkerk Catholic church. Since it wasn't mass hours the building was almost empty if not for the photographist sitting in one of the pews. The church wasn't beautified with flowers or ribbons of any sort. I shouldn't have had high thoughts about it since I knew it all wasn't real but I still did.How would it feel to have a real husband? I already have a lovely, bouncing baby boy. Only a man was remaining. I couldn't help but let my mind travel. I waved it off, staring at the altar which was filled up with lit candles at every corner. A large gateau cake and an expensive wine completed the façade.My footsteps echoed on the hard concrete floor as I walked towards the altar, Lorenzo keeping up with me.His buddies after exchanging pleasantries with the photographer took a seat at one of the pews. Lincoln settled the tiny baby in between his legs as he held his peti
A FEW MONTHS LATER.Mum had been so excited with both finding out about the marriage and my pregnancy that she'd actually boarded a flight to Holland. She'd been with me ever since, helping out in every possible way she could, for this day.My girlfriend called earlier and informed me she was already on her way. I can only say she booked a morning flight. I just hope she gets here before the wedding starts.I sat down on the chair while Ellabelle did the dressing. "Now, the finishing touches. A little makeup since you're already gorgeous, ma'am." She said.I smiled as she opened the kit and brought out the cosmetics. She applied it to my face before pinning the birdcage veil on my hair. "We're done." She said and pulled me up. "Thanks." I gazed at myself through the large mirror and I loved how I looked. My hair was in multiple bubble braids. The silver earrings, heart pendant and bracelet were sparkling and the makeup added to the beauty. I stared down my bridal silk gown, designed
Second to last Episode....After everything Rohan left with Daphne. Lorenzo took me to his parked car and we hopped in. The driver honked the horn and sped off instantly. We reached home after an hour as I climbed out of the car, we linked arms and side to side we walked in.As soon as Miguel saw us, he left Ellabelle and ran to me, embracing me. "Mama.""My baby boy. I'm back now, Okay," I said, lifting him up and into my arms."Welcome ma'am, Sophie. The food is ready. Should I bring it over to your room or you'd like to have it here?" She asked.I smiled, still feeling euphoric from officially being proposed to. "You don't have to. We've already eaten at the restaurant. Thanks for looking after Miguel." I rather said."It's nothing, ma'am. It's part of my job." She said.Lorenzo kissed my cheeks. "I'll be in our room. I need to have a shower." He said and left.I gently sat down on the chair, dropped Miguel on my lap and grabbed the remote control, turning on the television. I f
...Thankfully he arrived at the restaurant before her, taking a seat at the reserved joint. After a few minutes, a sophisticated, elegant, classic-looking lady approached him. Although her eyes were covered with sunglasses he needed no one to tell him who it was. He offered her a seat and sat down next to her. Mally thanked him, crossing her legs as she yanked off the glasses, shoving them into her purse."So, What's this about?" She asked."Thanks for coming. How have you been, Mally?" He knew he had to ask. He'd felt bad after watching the news about her father's death.Mally huffed, shaking her head at the irony of the question. "You mean after you dumped me? Why? Would you have been happy if I turned out dead?!" She snapped, rolling her eyes as he said nothing. "Well, it's too bad since I'm still breathing. Is that the kind of response you expected? Of course, I'm not alright. It feels like my world has been turned upside down. But you don't have to worry. It absolutely has no
...Lorenzo had been quiet all the way back home. He horned the car and the gatekeeper opened the gate for him. He drove in and parked, climbing down, he walked inside as I raced after him, trying to keep up with his pace. I grabbed his arm in the hallway, turning him to look at my face."Are you mad at me, Enzo?" I asked.He removed my hand and wanted to leave but I held on, encircling my arms around his stomach waist and placing my head against his back. The abrupt act got him to stop."I'm sorry. Please don't get mad at me." I said softly.He slowly removed my hand and turned me to face him. "You disobeyed me, Sophie. Infront of everyone. We should have deliberated on this as a couple before you go spilling everything all on your own. You broke the contract rules and deserve discipline for doing so."I opened my mouth to talk but couldn't form any coherent words. He was right. I took the decision upon myself however, I was only trying to set things straight. "I-l apologize, Enzo
..."I shouldn't have concealed the truth from the world. I can't excuse myself for being an accomplice. We were in on it, together. I'm sorry." He repeated as if saying the mantra would bring back my deceased brother."It's hard and a lot for me to take in sir but I... l understand. You loved your son enough to forsake my father. I will try to forgive and forget that fact." I said, my voice hoarse from crying."Thank you. I truly appreciate it. I never knew you were Malton's daughter. He was a good man and my friend at heart. Do not despise him. Whatever wrong he does is not his fault. It's ours since we made him that way." Webster said, continuing."We killed your brother, scarred your father but here you are, married to my son and taking care of him. I deserve to die." He said lastly in pain. Where was I going to start? They've trusted and believed I was married to their son for a year now. I think it's time to reveal the truth. "Mum, Dad, Daphne. I have something to say. You ca
The secret behind the killing....Malton was agitated to see him give in so easily and angrily cocked the gun barrel to finish him off. He stopped abruptly as he heard a scream."Noo, Father. Please don't!!" I shouted.Malton's attention was thwarted as he turned to know who had that voice. Although the face wasn't familiar, he was strangely drawn to the woman. Lorenzo ran inside and stopped at the horrible sight. His father was just a step away from being sent to the afterlife. "It's me, father. I'm Sophie... Your daughter."Malton's eyes widened as he abruptly stepped back. He was suddenly having mixed emotions. His feelings were all over the place as he couldn't believe nor comprehend what was happening. "It can't be. The last time I spoke with Laura she informed me our daughter was sixteen, not this grown adult. And she stays with her mother in New York City." He said, disapprovingly."Father. Please listen to me. I'm Sophie Winterfield, your only daughter. I know you went th
..NEW YORK.Morning.I yawned and opened my eyes. I climbed out of bed and removed my nightie as I went to the bathroom. I turned on the shower as the water cascaded down my body. I turned it off when I was done and reentered the room. I heard my boy's voice calling to me. "Mama!""Miguel, Mummy's coming. Let me put on my clothes... Okay?" I said and went to my closet.I yanked out the blue gown and wore it instantly. I packed my hair into a tight bun and went to his cot. I lowered down and carried him in my arms. He was already a year old to be lying around in a crib although in my eyes he'd always remain a baby. One I watched grow. Just then, a knock came in. My mother walked in."Good morning, Mum." She smiled. "Come down, breakfast is served.""Okay. I'll be right there." She nodded before leaving.I dropped my son on his feet and held his tiny hands as we walked out the door. I climbed down the stairs and stopped at the dining table.I saw the food and drinks had already been
9:35 Pm.Night.So, that was how it happened. It was probably the reason why he couldn't find Malton. So those three had been friends with Sophie's father all along, then how could they betray him? He thought. Sighing, he raked his fingers through his hair. He wouldn't allow anything to befall his Dad. He will protect him. It was never Webster's fault. He battled with his mind, thinking hard about whether to tell his wife what he'd just found out. In the end, he decided it was best not to.His driver parked the car and opened the door for him. He came down and walked inside his house. He went to his room and dropped the briefcase before removing his clothes. He entered the bathroom and had a warm bath, to clear his lousy thoughts. When he went to select his robe, a knock came in. He waited till he was done. "Come in."The door opened and she stepped in. "Sir, your dinner's served." Lorenzo gazed at her and pointed at the table. "Drop it there." She did as she was told with her head
"You don't have to apologize. It's my fault. I should have told you sooner." She said in tears, wiping her eyes as she pulled me into a hug. "Don't cry anymore, my child. I can't afford to see you in tears." She eased back, wiping my teary face."Thanks, Mum. Thanks for telling me the truth.""Are you hungry? I made lunch." She said softly.I shook my head. "I'm good. I only need some rest." I said as my eyes went round my room. I saw Miguel's cot at the extreme and knew he had already gone off to sleep. My gaze fell on the present underneath the table."What's that, Mum?" I asked, curiously."This? Your stepdad was so happy when he got promoted and decided to buy you a present. Damon believed you'd surely come back for it. And you did. I've been praying for your arrival ever since." She went and brought it out, handing it over to me. "I hope you will like it."I grabbed the package, ripping it entirely off. I gasped excitedly as I saw the purple designer handbag and a sparkling brace