"Yes, you have to bring him here but first things first, you know how we do it, “ He winked at her,"and I don't have to say it out, do I?” The hypnotist had a grin across his face as he stared at Scarlett.Scarlett could only roll her eyes at him once again as she took out her purse and handed over a bundle of money."That's half the pay, the rest would be completed when the job is done,” She spoke and got up, preparing to take her leave. "But babe, how are you going to do that? It's not like he will willingly come here. How are you going to bring him over?” Jasmine, who had been silent all through asked as she also stood up from her seat.The last time they had hypnotized Anthony, he was actually drunk in a club. Scarlett was in a famous club, her eyes scanning around it, in search of a specific guy she had her eyes on. The guy was a big shot who frequently visited the club so she had made some plans in store for the big shot when he arrived. Scarlett was bent on making the bi
"Quickly, carry him up into the car," Scarlett said frantically, afraid to be caught in the deadly situation. The person nodded as he carried Anthony by his hand and Scarlett also helped by lifting his legs up, though she struggled to carry him up, they did the task in no time and pushed him into the back seat and slammed the door. "The job is done. The hypnotist will be waiting for you in the warehouse,“ The figure informed and Scarlett nodded. She went to the driver's seat and started the car as it beamed red lights and she zoomed out of sight into the night. ***In a dark room, whispers could be heard in its dead silence."It's done, by the time he wakes up then all he would always think about is you. He will love and cherish you more than anything else,” A man’s voice said as he parked up his hypnotizing equipment."That's great to hear. Are there more side effects? Or it's still the same thing?” Scarlett questioned the hypnotist doctor about any additional side effects, her
Aysel let out an exhausted sigh, "Today is going to be a tough day for sure,” She thought to herself, collapsing on her bed with her back and the mattress bounced softly, her petite body sinking into its embrace. Causing her silky Brown wavy hair to spread out in waves as she lay on it. Aysel already felt tired. Fatigue took over her body even though she had not done anything yet. She had not actually packed her files and documents for the interview yet and she was going for a job interview? Could you imagine that? How could anyone go for an interview unprepared? Well I guess, it might only be possible on Aysel's side. Soon enough, Camellia entered her daughter's room with a tray of healthy food and fruits for breakfast. Aysel enjoyed the meal delightfully and later sought her mother's opinion on her appearance before preparing to leave.On her way out, Camellia kissed Aysel’s forehead wishing the best for her on her first job. Camellia was happy to finally see her daughter go
After many mishaps Aysel had encountered on the way she finally stood before a towering glass building that housed the company she planned on working for till she had saved up enough money to pay her bills, start up a business for herself, and take care of her child. "Breath in girl and buckle up, you can do this, it’s not that hard by the way.” Aysel took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay ahead. She decided to throw her worries into the trash can and wear a wide smile on her face, because that's who Aysel was, a cheerful girl known all over the neighborhood with that renowned title.As she entered the building, Aysel was greeted by a sleek and modern reception area. The polished floors gleamed under the bright lights. She approached the receptionist, who looked up from her computer, her expression was pale as she chewed on a gum ignorantly. "What do you want?" the receptionist asked, raising her perfectly shaved eyebrows and blowing bubble gum, making it pop at Aysel's
"Is she the one?" his frigid, husky voice cut through the air as he asked the receptionist, who seemed pleased to have the company's security guard by her side."Yes, throw her out of here," the receptionist commanded, giving Aysel a hard glare. "She's tarnishing the company's image with her outdated appearance and small figure. She's not worth working here."Aysel couldn't believe what she was hearing. "How does my appearance really matter? I'm a qualified graduate with excellent grades. I know I'm worth the job. I really need the money, it's my priority right now. Please don't throw me out for such shallow reasons," she pleaded, putting her hands together in front of the guard. But it seemed like the guard was hesitant to go against the receptionist's command. Ignoring Aysel's pleas, the security guard commanded her to leave. But Aysel was determined not to go, especially without speaking to Mr. Miller, the manager of the company."Don't throw me out like this. Just give me a momen
She placed her left hand on her chest trying to catch her uneven breath. She took a long drag of breath into her lungs then breathed it out, repeating the process till she felt better. Aysel quickly assessed her appearance and combed through her wavy Brown hair with her fingers, trying to tame the hair strands that were not in place. She knocked at the door twice and waited for a response from inside. She felt her heart beat race, her nerves rising in distress wondering the kind of questions that would be thrown at her face."Come in,” a voice said, giving her permission to come in. Aysel pushed the door open nervously, her hand a little shaky but she tried to control it. She can't believe she would be getting her first job ever! It felt so great yet she felt a little embarrassed about what happened between her and the receptionist.She walked with her head slightly bowed, her gaze slowly reaching up to the man who had his back turned against her, watching the cityscape from the gl
The receptionist watched Aysel storm out of the building, her face twisted with curiosity as she tried to decipher what had caused such a strong reaction from her. Aysel's previously soft expression had morphed into one of irritation, her wavy hair bouncing as she made her way out in a rage, not sparing the receptionist a single glance. The receptionist couldn't help but feel relieved as she watched Aysel storm out. She was glad things hadn't gone well between them. Despite not witnessing the exchange, she felt confident in her assumptions, knowing the manager well enough to make a guess.****Early in the morning, the next day after Anthony had left his home in a trance without giving a glance at his fiancee whom he had badly knocked unconscious due to his unstable mental health. He stumbled into the Golden mansion, his movements unsteady and uncoordinated, a result of the alcohol coursing through his veins. Clutching onto a bottle of rare and expensive Macallan 1926, he weaved hi
He couldn't shake the memory of his father's threat that same day, forcing him to bear a child within three weeks or risk losing his inheritance to his younger sister, Janetta. The thought of his father's proposal made him clench his fists in anger at the old and dimwitted man, wrinkling the papers he had in his hand. The door flung open, revealing Scarlett coming into the room. Anthony threw the ball of paper at the side of the room to avoid Scarlett asking about it. She give him a warm smile and lay on the bed quietly. She was definitely plotting something in that mind of hers. Anthony couldn't help but ponder why Scarlett refused to bear a child for him. He knew she had a history of sleeping with men she was attracted to, which had caused him immense pain while he was still under her spell. The hypnotist's influence had gradually worn off, leaving him struggling with the remnants of the spell. He glanced at her serene face, illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp, gi
"Yes, but I never got the chance to confess to your mommy. I only admired her from afar, and when I finally decided to confess, I was unexpectedly taken away from school," Mikhail complained, a hint of sadness in his expression."That's bad," Alexis sympathized, feeling sorry that the love story between his mom and Mikhail had been left unfinished."But it's alright. When I visit next time, I'll make sure to ask your mom to marry me!" Mikhail declared confidently."Hooray! Mom is getting married! I'll have a daddy!" Alexis cheered."Shh! Remember, keep it a secret, okay? Don't tell anyone, not even your mom," Mikhail cautioned, placing a finger to his lips."I promise I won't!" Alexis vowed, and Mikhail affectionately patted his head."You're such a good boy," Mikhail praised with a warm smile.As Alexis and Mrs. Penelope entered the hospital, Mikhail headed towards his car.By the time Alexis had finished his ice cream, and he eagerly ran to his mom."Mom! Can I see the baby? Please,
"No one should breathe a word about the late baby to my wife. It's our secret to bear. Alexis and the rest must keep quiet. I'll inform my father-in-law when he arrives," Xavier instructed quietly."Understood," Aysel nodded, relieved to see Xavier looking more composed than before."Janetta has been moved, and the baby is in the incubator. The doctor wants to see you now," Aysel informed him."Good, I'll be back soon," Xavier replied, flashing a brief smile before heading to the doctor's office.Aysel faced Mikhail with a sincere smile of appreciation on her face. "Um..you are?” Aysel asked. Mikhail extended his hand with a charming grin. "Mikhail Valor," he introduced himself, knowing his name might ring a bell. Mikhail’s grin on his lips never faded away as he continued smiling at her confused adorable face. "Yes?..” He said. "Do I know you from somewhere?” Aysel asked, knowing that his name sounded very familiar. Mikhail's grin remained as he replied, " No? Yes? Maybe you kno
Aysel could not just find herself accepting someone else calling her child a look-alike of Anthony Garcia. It's like a forbidden word to her ears. loud cries continued from the labor room in the background admist. "Aysel, be calm. What's up with you all of a sudden?” Mrs. Penelope asked, walking over to meet her. Mikhail raised his hands up as he got up to his feet, towering over Aysel’s average-looking height. "I mean no harm. What's the need to be so angry? Fine, I won't repeat that again.” Mikhail apologized immediately. "Mom,” Alexis called, pulling Aysel’s hand and Aysel peered down at him, the anger in her eyes still visible. "Don't yell at Uncle. He is nice and means no harm to me. He was only saying, he didn't mean to raise any issue, mommy. And uncle had helped take Aunty to the hospital in his car after the accident. I was on the road, crying and trying to help Aunty but all my efforts turned useless. No one came to help except him,” "What?” Aysel exclaimed, shocked to
"Get your ass up, Aysel. You have a lot of chores to do, don't you?” Aysel sat up and grabbed her phone. She dialed a number and it got connected in no time. "Good morning, Mom,” Aysel beamed with a wide smile on her glowing face. "Good morning, dear. How are you and my grandson doing? Hope he isn't giving you a headache, right?” Camellia asked on her side of the line. "Yes, he is! He made me chase after him a lot before he agreed to go to school! I even hurt my arm because of him!” Aysel exclaimed frustratedly, rolling her brown eyes as she let out a hard sigh. "Though, he is off to school now,” Aysel said, getting up from her bed. "It won't be bad if Alexis does give you a headache besides, karma is real. You did the same thing to me when you were little,” Camellia muttered with a small giggle. On leaving the room heard something from her mom which made her forehead form a line because she wasn't sure if had heard it right or if her mom had even said anything. "Did you say s
Five Years Later. "Mama, please! I don't want to go to school!" pleaded a young boy of around five years old, his wavy, short brown hair bouncing as he darted around the spacious sitting room. Seeking refuge, he scurried behind the dining chairs, attempting to evade his determined mother."Alexis, come back here! It's time for your bath, and you have exams today," called out a young woman with a similar shade of brown hair, neatly tied up in a bun. She wore a simple, flowing dress, but her face showed signs of exhaustion. She had been chasing after the mischievous little rascal for several minutes now, but he adamantly refused to comply, insisting that he didn't want to go to school! "I don't want to! I hate my teacher! She always pulls my ear and calls me a naughty boy, even when I haven't done anything wrong!" he exclaimed in a frustrated, childlike tone, as he came out from his hiding spot only to swiftly move to another, repeating the pattern."Did you just say you did nothing
"I know you love us, Anthony. Talk to me, tell us if Scarlett is forcing you to do this against your wish. I know she is, cause the Anthony I knew over the months would never point a gun at his son and wouldn't ask for a divorce. So speak up Tony and end this DRAMA!” Aysel yelled, abruptly approaching Anthony once she found the chance and took the gun from him but Anthony quickly had his fingers around the trigger and shot it at Aysel. Janetta's quick-witted eyes saw it coming and she quickly pulled Aysel away as it grazed Aysel’s cheek slightly. "Ahh”Aysel let out a yelp, her palm on her cheeks, as her tears grew in her eyes, feeling the slight stinging pain on her cheeks. "Mr. STEWART, give the damned papers to her right now!” Anthony commanded in a formidable tone. The man who was lost in the unfolding scene happening before him jolted out from it. "Ahem. Yes. Yes,” He cleared his throat and went forward to meet the lady who had her hand in her cheeks. "Mrs. Aysel Brown, pleas
Here are the divorce papers you asked for from me, Mr. Anthony Garcia. "Hand it over to her “ Anthony instructed, gesturing towards Aysel. The man followed the direction Anthony pointed at and his gaze fell on Aysel who stood before him with her petite figure like a bottle that would break any time soon as her body shuddered slightly and a teardrop rolled down her crimson cheeks. Her tears caught his eyes and he felt a sharp pain in his chest as goosebumps formed on his skin. He turned back to Anthony with a questioning gaze. "Her?” he managed to ask with hesitance in his tone. "Who else? Give it to her, so she can sign the pages and leave my estate immediately,” Anthony commanded, sending a chilling aura down his spine. Xavier could not believe everything that was happening. He could not accept that Anthony was changing towards Aysel and her child. "Are you being serious right now, bro? Aysel is your wife for heaven's sake, Anthony!” Xavier palmed his forehead, letting out a gr
"Let me take him instead, Mississippi. He’s a Bruh, not some Barbie boy. I'll care for him. Alexis does t want you. He wants Uncle Xavier,” Xavier said as he tried to carry Alexis away from Janetta. Janetta almost bites Xavier's hands. "Don't you even dare take him. He almost fell from your hand earlier today when you stubbornly tried to carry him. You know you don't know how to handle a baby but you won't learn first. You just do what you want! Stay away from Alexis, Xavier. You can't handle him,” Janetta stated, and Xavier crunched his face into a frown. Xavier rolled his eyes and Aysel could only let out a sigh. "They're still doing their puppy love as it looks,” Aysel thought inwardly as she shook her head. Mr.Garcia didn't come with them cause he heard something very important came up in the underground so he had to attend to it. When they got to the door, the door wasn't opening which means it was locked from the inside. "Jack! Troy! Drake! Come over here!” Janetta commande
Pushing the door open, she found Aysel dressed in a blue hospital gown. Her brown hair cascaded loosely on the pillow as she lay on the bed with a baby cradle by her side.Closing the door behind her, Janetta couldn't contain her smile as she approached Aysel, the joy of the new arrival evident in the room."Janetta,” Aysel muttered as she tried to sit up on the bed. She had a smile on her face but carried a little hint of disappointment in her eyes. "Hey, Aysel, how's my little nephew doing?" Janetta whispered as she cautiously approached them.Walking over to the white baby cradle beside Aysel's bed, Janetta laid her eyes on the tiny pink bundle wrapped snugly in a sky-blue blanket. The baby, with his long, thick lashes peacefully shut in slumber, brought a smile to Janetta's face."Oh, he's just adorable. But it seems he's still fast asleep. Should I pick him up now, or should I wait until he wakes?" Janetta inquired excitedly, her joyful smile reflecting in her deep blue eyes.