Nera sat on the bed with her aching body, staring at her negative pregnancy test. Four months of hormone treatment, daily rough sex, and no sex pills but the tests were still negative.She felt cursed; as if someone was punishing her for a crime she did not commit. She wanted to cry, but there were no tears because they had all dried up from the negative tests she had to take every month.She had no idea what was going on; even the doctor was unable to provide adequate answers.Marcus stood in the room, watching his wife wallow in self-pity; they had been without a child for almost two years, and the town was already gossiping. And with most of them being backward like him, they all thought she was the problem.Even his workers and servants were talking, and he was forced to fire one of them who had the audacity to gossip about his wife in his presence.Four months passed without him coming up with a solution, and seeing his wife depressed was also killing him.The idea of injecting f
As Frank debated whether to punch the man in the face or simply leave, the table fell silent. A second ago, he was very excited to meet a relative from his father's side, but it appeared that the man had bad intentions.He stood up politely. "I'm sorry; I'm sure your deal is good, but I'm not the right person for it," he said."Sit down; I'm not finished yet," Marcus replied. He was ecstatic because Frank had passed the test. Most young men would be glued to their seats, eager to learn how much work was involved or what the job entailed.He had purposefully sounded spiteful in order to put Frank's dignity to the test. It was the first time the two were meeting, and catching up should have been the order of things."With due respect, I am a very busy man," Frank replied, turning around."The deal involves two million dollars," Marcus announced.Frank froze, swallowing hard. Two million dollars would make him an instant millionaire. The man appeared to be richer than he looked.But as t
Marcus helped his wife get the much-needed shower and personally went to the kitchen and cooked her a meal. He never liked cooking, not even for himself, but he made an exception.He brought the suffering on his wife, and that was a fact that he was aware of. So it was his duty to at least cheer her up. He could see she was slowly slipping into depression, and if he did not do anything to cheer her up, he was going to end up with a depressed wife.Nera barely touched the food; she did not feel like eating but because of Marcus's effort she tried forcing herself."I have an idea," Marcus suggested.Nera raised her eyes, but she did not say a single word."Let's go on vacation; maybe a change of environment is what we need," he suggested.Nera only looked away, uninterested, as she put her food away.Marcus grabbed her hands and said, "Listen, I know you have given up.""Maybe we should just adopt," Nera replied abruptly, without thinking. For days, she had been thinking of just walking
An hour passed with Frank and his mother waiting impatiently. The stranger before they thanked him for everything. He had excused himself and called his boss for an update.Marcus and Nera arrived in Alabama the second he called, forcing Marcus to run to the bathroom to take the call."What do you mean a bull attacked him?" Marcus yelled. The plan was to run the boy over with a car."Sir, I was not sure I would not kill him with my car, and a car accident was going to be very dangerous," he explained."Are you stupid? What if that bull tore him apart?" Marcus yelled furiously. His plan was not going as planned."How is the boy?""Not good; they need to do surgery right away," he replied.Marcus began panicking; he could not believe the stupidity of the man that he just hired. If the boy died, he was going to kiss his plan goodbye. He needed to act fast; there was no way Frank would immediately go running to him.He walked back to Nera, desperation evident on his face."Is there a pro
Marcus walked away without care; it wasn't like he was obliged to help the boy even if he had caused the accident, but Frank needed to know that good morals were never going to get him out of poverty.Being good had nothing to do with success; he admired the boy's good character, but he had to drop it for this one act, save his brother, and live happily ever after with loads of cash.Frank was left standing, fists clenched, beating himself for asking the stupid man for a loan. It took all his pride away; he even wanted to get on his knees if it had gone that far, but the wicked man only wanted him to impregnate his wife in exchange for the money.He chuckled in disbelief; it was the twenty-first century, and he had never met such a backward man.His phone rang, jolting him out of his shock. It was his mother, crying on the other end of the line."Frank, they are saying I can't sell the house and the farm," she cried out."What?""I contacted a lawyer, and they said I need Angel's fath
Meanwhile, Nera finished up all the sightseeing for the day with no Marcus in sight. She had tried to call him but opted out of it.She could only assume that whatever he was dealing with was very important. Going alone to the waterfalls had given her piece of mind. Marcus's idea was not bad after all.She called the driver and asked him to take her shopping. She rarely did any shopping back home because the town was so small and any outing meant bumping into judging eyes and gossipers.The new state gave her the freedom to go anywhere without people judging her for marrying an old man or not getting pregnant.Her driver picked her up and took her to a shopping mall. He was relieved to see her finally smile.She walked into the mall with the intention of buying some summer hats. She asked an assistant in the store and was given an aisle number.She headed straight in that direction but stopped when she saw the baby aisle. A small voice told her to ignore it, but she was tempted.She c
Nera was left whispering to herself as her husband placed the card in his pocket. She was always so bad at standing her ground, and Marcus always took advantage of that. Her respect for him as the head of the house always allowed her to hear him first."OK... but if your solution doesn't work, we're going to the doctor," she stated emphatically."Of course, princes," he replied, grabbing two glasses.Over his dead body was he going to let her conceive in an unnatural? God made sex the only way to bring children into the world. He poured the beetroot into the glasses and gave her one to drink."I do not understand; how does this work?" She asked."It boasts our reproductive systems; we have to take it every time before sex," he explained. "It's an African tradition herb; haven't you noticed how fertile Africans are?" He joked."Ooh, yeah," she replied, trying to take in the scent."It smells like beetroot," she replied, unsure."Yes, it's made from beetroot and other herbs; drink up,"
Frank ran out of the hotel like a madman being chased. He couldn't breathe; he felt like suffocating on his own guilt. He was not supposed to enjoy the sex, not when he just screwed a woman without her consent.He felt a huge sink in his stomach as he stopped, and all the vodka that he had tried to hide under came bursting out of his mouth like a tsunami.He kept puking all the contents until there was nothing but the acid in his tummy.He stayed in the tilting position, staring at his own vomit. Flashes of the tense sexual encounter he was from having began flashing in his head. Her smooth skin, her hourglass shape with perfect slender curves, her scent, her warm tight flesh, and most importantly, her little mouth that made an effort to fit around his massive cock.He quickly smacked his head, snapping himself out of his dirty thoughts. He had no idea how she looked, what color her hair was, or what color her eyes were, but his hands had exploded enough for him to have an idea, which
Nera froze in horror. Texas was too big for Elijah to find her address in a single day.She was asleep and it was all a nightmare, he couldn't have guessed the right address. Someone must have told him, but she doubted Frank did. Now that she thought about it, she never told Frank either."Stay in here; I will handle this man to man," Frank said, asking her to lock the door.He walked downstairs and found Elijah spinning little Aria around who was giggling in excitement."Put her down!" Frank yelled.Elijah frowned and put the little girl down."Let's talk outside," Frank ordered."I am here for Nera and not you," Elijah politely replied."This will only take a second unless you are not a man and scared of a little talk," Frank stated.Elijah chuckled and led the way outside.Nera walked downstairs and ordered Sam to take Aria upstairs while she locked the door. She did not have time for the two fools, though she was curious to know what they were talking about so she stayed in the k
"How did you get in without knocking?" Uncle Luke got up, irritated. "Nera, talk to me!" Frank ignored him. "Are you carrying my baby?" He was at the door and about to knock when he heard the word "abortion."Nera looked away, irritated."Nera, you cannot abort my child! You cannot punish the unborn child for my mistakes," he began pleading with her."It's not your baby," Nera replied without thinking. She wanted him out of the house. He had no right to listen in on a private conversation.She walked up to him and folded her arms."You were not the only one that I was fucking in that house!" She yelled at him.Frank felt a sharp pain in his heart as he moved a step backward. He had tried to ignore the fact that Nera was fucking Elijah too but it looked like she wanted to hurt him it.Uncle Luke stared at Nera out of words and decided to walk out of the house. All the anger he had intended to throw Frank out of the house with, vanished. He was tired of the drama and just wanted to go
Uncle Luke finally came to his senses as he breathed in and out. His hand was covered in blood from the punches he had landed.He looked at Frank, whose face was also covered in blood and still in a kneeling position.Nera had her hands over her mouth in shock. Everything was happening so fast.Greg quickly pulled Uncle Look out of the room and told Nera to close the door in order to prevent Sam and Aria from entering the room.Nera thanked him and closed the door.Frank was still motionless on his knees."Are you okay?" Nera asked, not sure what to say."I am fine, Nera," he replied.Nera walked to the bathroom and grabbed a towel for him."Would you get up from the floor?" She instructed."How can I get up when I am still trying to tell you the other side of my story?" He asked."Frank, you are hurt!" She yelled at him, irritated."Not as hurt as the feeling in my heart," Frank replied. "To be honest, I did not feel the punches. The pain is in my heart, and I am not leaving until yo
A week elapsed, with Nera spending most of her days in her room. The crying stopped days ago, and usually, she just stared out the window.The window that she had jumped out of the night of her wedding which eventually led to her meeting Marcus.The door opened, and Sam ran in excitedly."Mommy, Mommy, JR will be here," he said.Nera smiled. She was only glad the horror happened when her two children were too young to understand anything."Is this the new friend you made?" She asked."Yes, his father wants to take us to see the horse rides," he said.Aria ran into the room too. "Mom, I want to go too," she said."I do not think..." Nera tried to speak, but Sam interrupted her."His father says he knows you, and if you want, you can tag along," he said."What?""Please, Mom, let us go," Aria began pulling on her.Uncle Look walked into the room."Let them go; JR is a nice kid," he said."You know this boy? Who are his parents?" She asked.Uncle Luke cleared his throat. "Yes, JR has bee
Nera slowly opened her eyes. A white ceiling was staring back at her, and she could tell she was not in hell yet, though she would have preferred it."Nera, thank God you are finally awake!" Uncle Luke rushed to her side.Nera looked around, surprised that he was in Georgia."Uncle Luke," she whispered."Yes, dear, it's me. I came as fast as I could when I received a call from that nurse," he said, holding her hand."Aria…Sam?" She asked."They are with the nanny; I called her too," he explained.Nera closed her swollen eyes."According to the nurse, you fainted when you read the DNA results," he asked. "Whose DNA results are they?"Nera was quiet; she did not have the energy or will to explain the horror she found out, and that was why she had hoped to have woken up in hell."Nera, please talk to me; I am your uncle, and I promise I will not get mad," he said to her.Nera opened her eyes. "Take me to Texas; I will do something stupid if I stay in this place longer," she requested."
Frank and Ireen sat in the garage in silence. They heard the gate open and a car driving in and out, and they knew it was Nera leaving. Frank was supposed to run after her and tell her his side of the story, but he had no energy to get up. His entire world was crushed in front of him. He never expected Nera to find out about the contract, and even if she did, he pictured an environment where he sat her down peacefully and told her everything himself. But seeing how she attacked him and the hurt in her eyes, it numbed him down. "You have to get up, Frank," Ireen said, breaking the silence. Somehow she was relieved the woman got to know about the contract, even though she did not like how she discovered it. Now they needed to start planning for the aftermath. There was a slim chance Nera was going to press charges, but she was a scorned woman, so anything was possible. "You need to call your lawyer and get ready," she replied. Frank looked up at her. "Is she ever going to forg
Nera's stomach contracted into a tight ball as a wave of acid welled up from her belly. Her eyes were completely dry; she had cried already, and there were no tears left.She grabbed the phone from Elijah and played the recording again. This time, memories came flooding back of how difficult it was for her and Marcus to have a child.It had taken Marcus a long time to take a test, and even when he got the results, they tried, but she did not get pregnant. He refused to adopt or for her to undergo artificial insemination.He insisted on having Rashwell blood and kept insisting they make a baby the natural way. Then they went to Alabama, and he came with the beetroot herb and the sex drugs.The sex became hot; it was different, but she thought it was the herb because she was slow in the head, and she finally got pregnant. But after they found out that Sam was allergic to dairy products, they tried to have a child again and failed. Every test came out negative until Frank showed up. Mar
Without warning, Ireen landed a hard slap on Nera's face and screamed in frustration.She did not move, and neither did she flinch."Don't you have some dignity?" Ireen yelled. "What will your children think of you? What explanation would a mother give to her children when she brought them into a stranger's house to have a good fuck?" Nera kept her eyes fixed on the floor in silence."You couldn't even leave them with a relative, but you brought those innocent kids for your prostitution rides!"Nera finally looked up, her hands clenched into fists. Her breathing became rigged, and she was tempted to punch the woman in the face, but it took all her might to control herself.Ireen paused her words for a second."I will ask you, woman to woman, mother to mother, please leave. If you really love my son, then free him and let him go," she begged, getting on her knees.Nera moved away in confusion; she was not expecting to see the woman on her knees considering how she had stormed into th
Nera could hear her own heartbeat as the woman began moving closer to her. Even though the two never met, Nera had seen photos of Ireen, and she knew what the woman looked like.And from the way she was looking at her, she could tell she was not there for a friendly visit.Frank quickly grabbed Ireen's hand before there were any confrontations."Let go of my hand now," Ireen yelled."Mom, calm down. What are you doing?" Frank asked her, his eyes searching for the presence of Shelby."Please, Mom, not here; Shelby is home," he pleaded with her.Ireen looked at her son, who was breathing heavily, then at Nera, who averted her eyes. "Mommy, I am hungry," a little girl said as she walked from the kitchen. "Mommy, come and finish making the porridge," she said, pulling on Nera.Nera's eyes were fixed on the floor, she did not move or flinch. She thought she had prepared for the day she would meet Ireen but she was wrong.Aria looked up at Ireen."Uncle Frank, who is that?" She askedIreen