Samantha stood in front of her huge mirror, observing her purple long and fitted gown. She had a huge happy smile on her face. She was looking good; so sexy. She turned here and there, checking out herself. "Mabel!" She called out to her maid who walked in few minutes later."Miss Samantha. You called?""How's the dress?" Mabel smiled, huge dimples staining her cheeks. "It is beautiful Miss Samantha. You are looking like a princess."Samantha smiled. "Thank you. Help me select the perfect footwear.""Yes, Miss Samantha." Mabel replied with a bow, turned and walked towards a large shoe rack where different shoes were well arranged.Mabel stood in front of the shoe rack, determining the shoe to pick out. She glanced back at Samantha, looking at her dress one more time. She turned back, picked up a pair of black heels and headed back to Samantha. "This will match perfectly well Miss Samantha.""Thanks Mabel. You can go now.""But...""Just do as I say. I can wear them myself." Samanth
Samantha got into her room, took off her shoes and stood in front of her window, staring down into the dark. She couldn't keep the smiles off her face. How could she be so much in love with someone she barely knows? She was getting scared for herself yet she couldn't stop the feelings from growing eveey now and then.She thought about the hot kiss they had in the car and imagined how she would feel if he made love to her.And come to think of it.....why did he hold down her hands while they kissed?Samantha couldn't pinpoint the reason why but she'd loved it all together.She took off her dress and tied her pink robe around her nakedness.Her phone began ringing from her purse and she picked it up at the third ring. "It's late, Mr Welch.""I prefer you calling me Ethan. It's late....we are not working." A soft voice sounded from the other line.Samantha rolled her eyes. "Why did you call?""Come on, Samantha. We've known each other for years now. Can't I at least call to check up on
Ethan Welch sat at a corner in front of the bar, watching the stripers dance with his wine in his hand. He always visited the nightclub whenever he wasn't working just to have a drink or two. Tonight was somehow different. He was there not only because he wasn't working, but also because he was anger. Devastated. He has always been a little cool with Samantha's choice because he's never seen her with another man. Ever since Samantha became their top model at Crisp Fashion House, he has always had this soft spot for her. The first time he'd seen her, he was nineteen then....and in his first year at the University.They became friends and over the years, he became her manager... supporting her modeling career not just for anything but to be close to her and to get a chance of making her his one day.Ethan tried his luck four months ago but was immediately turned down. Samantha had said she was not ready to be in a relationship and he'd respected her, hoping to win her heart one day b
"Gianna's only 23 if my guess is right. What would she do on her own?" Edward asked.Tracy smiled and shrugged. "She's a strong girl, Edward. She's only been a strong girl even before her sister's death. I don't regret sending letting her go because I know she's gonna come back to me. I've only ney missing her but not with regret." Tracy said.Edward was looking at her. He really felt sorry for the woman. "I have something to tell you, Tracy. I should have told you this a long time ago. My conscience keeps pricking me any time I remember I kept this information away from you."Tracy moved forward in her seat, her eyes on him. "Okay.... Edward. Please tell me whatever it is. Is it something I should be worried about?" Edward sighed. "No. I just feel so guilty for keeping it away from you.""It's okay Edward. Whatever it is....I'm sure it wasn't your fault.""Quentin....has another family." Edward spilled the beans and watched Tracy's reaction. He was however, shocked to see her smilin
"Experts worked on the garden you know. We have quite a lit of gardeners here." Samantha replied as they stood in front of tall beautiful flowers."Hmm. But I wonder why they wouldn't let anyone get into the third garden. The one you told me about."Samantha looked at him and giggled. "Are you curious? Come on.... there's nothing to be curious about. It's just one of my father's nonsense."Tristan smiled. "Your father is quite popular, you know. I would like to meet him too."Samantha rolled her eyes. "My father will never give you audience. Can we just talk about us? About....the contract I mean.""Yeah. We should." Tristan said. He stopped and glanced at Samantha. His eyes dropped to her lips and he slowly moved forward, pinned her hands to her side and kissed her deeply.Samantha breathed in sharply, her eyelids fluttered down as she surrendered to the magical touch on her lips. She tried raising her hands, to feel Tristan's body but couldn't. He kept holding back her hands, makin
Gianna has never been startled all her life. She stared at Layla, shocked to her bone marrow. She looked around, making sure no one was nearby and stared back at Layla. "I don't... understand." She tried denying but Layla cut her short with a smile."You don't need to deny it, okay? Your secrets are safe with me but I wonder why you are doing this? Why would you hide your real self from the world?"Gianna was still shocked. She couldn't still understand how Layla found out. "How did you find out? I mean....we don't even sleep in the same room." Gianna whispered, her eyes large.Layla laughed. "It doesn't matter how I found out. Why are you doing this?" Gianna looked away and shook her head. "I... can't tell you. Not now." "Okay. I'm not gonna force you." Layla replied with a smile. "Thanks for making me smile again. You coming to work here has made me stop being lonely." Gianna smiled and pushed her playfully by the arm. "Hey it's okay. What are friends for, huh?"Layla sighed an
"Miss Samantha!" Gianna called, turning fully to face her."What are you doing talking to yourself?" Samantha asked, looking around."Miss Samantha. What are you doing here? You should be in your room.... resting." Gianna said, avoiding Samantha's eyes."I asked you a question, Tyler. What's wrong with you?""Nothing, Miss Samantha. I was just thinking about something."Samantha rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Anyway, I will like you to accompany me somewhere later in the day. I will be needing your assistance at the photo studio."Gianna stared at her. "My assistance? I don't think the master would allow me step out of here.""Leave that to me. Just get ready. Tell Layla you will be out for sometime so she can go ahead and make dinner herself." "O...ok...okay Miss Samantha." Gianna stammered and watched her leave. "What could I possibly offer? I just really wanna stay here and hide." "Hide from what?"Gianna jumped at the sound of Nicholas's voice. "Oh no! Stop doing that, will you!""
"Let's go.", Tristan said to Matteo after staring at the screen for a while.He left with Matteo few minutes later in his new sport car. "You are manager, Matteo. In case you are asked who you are.* Tristan said as Tristan started the car."Okay boss. Noted." Matteo replied and pulled out of the parking lot.**"Ah! Finally. He's here." Samantha sighed when she saw Tristan's car driving in.The car rolled in, stopped in front of the gate and Tristan stepped out of the car.Samantha sighed, staring at him as he approached. "He's looking so hot.... isn't he?""Huh...yeah. so hot." Gianna quickly mumbled and looked away."You are all set. Sorry for keeping you waiting." Tristan said, taking Samantha's hand.Samantha smiled. "It's okay. We should start going. My manager is already waiting. This is Tyler. He will help me in the background.""Oh. Yeah. Tyler." Tristan mumbled, looking at Gianna who refused to meet his gaze. "Shall we?" Tristan asked, gesturing towards the car.They all wal
It was a little bit dark in the room when Tristan walked in. Gianna was awake, she was sitting up quietly."Hey." Tristan whispered as he walked towards the bed. He sat at the edge and took Gianna's hand in his. "How are you now?"Gianna smiled and shrugged. "I've never been any better. Thank you."Tristan stared down at her stomach, smiled and looked back into her face. "My baby is still down there?"Gianna chuckled. "Yeah. She or he is still there, waiting for the day of arrival into the world. How did you get here? Why did you change your mind?"Tristan shrugged. "I don't know, perhaps... because I couldn't continue living without you, because I wanted to see Layla and to forgive her so I could get the burden off my chest.""You did the right thing, Tristan. The right thing..." Gianna's voice trailed off when she remembered all that Nelson had said."What's it? Are you okay?" Tristan questioned when he noticed the sudden change in her mood. Gianna turned and looked at him. "While
That same night, Tristan left the house quietly. He was glad that both his mother and Tracy were already fast asleep and that made it possible and easy for him to leave.He dialled the line which Nicholas had called him with as he walked briskly to his car. Just when he got in, Nicholas picked the call."I'm on my way right now, send the address to this number." Tristan said, starting the car engine."I already sent it. The police are just arriving! I will hang up now because I have to escape. He's going to kill me.""Wait... what is...?" Tristan stopped when the line clicked off. He threw the phone on the seat beside him and drove out of the compound, speeding away madly in the dark.**Nelson bursted into the room, rushing towards Gianna who looked very alarmed. The sounds of siren was all over the place which indicated that the police were around. Nelson grabbed Gianna, loosening the ropes bounding her. He jerked her up to her feet and started dragging her out of room.Struggling
Nicholas sat in the dark, thinking deeply on what to do. He needed to save Gianna at all cost, he needed to redeem his mistakes and real fast.He was still finding it hard to believe he helped abduct Gianna who was pregnant."I'm never going to forgive myself if anything happens to her, I need to talk to Tristan right away. No matter the consequences, I need to do this." Nicholas thought.He stood up and walked slowly towards the main entrance. He stood in front of the door, eavesdropping. He could hear Nelson, talking to Gianna. He backed the door, steadying his breath. He would have to wait for another opportunity to be alone with Gianna again, and that would enable him get Tristan's contact.Quietly, he left the main entrance back to the veranda.**"You're not going to achieve anything with what you are doing, give up already because you are about to hit rock bottom." Gianna said softly to Nelson who was seated in front of her.Nelson stared down at the cigarette between his fin
Samantha got home very late in the night and as she expected, Quentin and Agnes werr already waiting for her in the living room.They looked alarmed as she walked into the house. "Where have you been?" Agnes asked, standing up from the couch.Samantha looked at Quentin, she couldn't bring herself to tell him that his daughter was missing but she had to tell him somehow."I'm coming from Gianna's house...""Is something wrong?" Quentin asked when Samantha's voice trailed off.Samantha nodded, closing her eyes. "Gianna is missing, someone abducted her." Samantha said, wiping tears off her face. Quentin frowned, trying to understand what the girl was saying. "What do you mean by she's been abducted? By who?""My brother." Samantha replied with more tears.Agnes gasped, her hands covering her mouth. "Nelson?" Samantha nodded.Samantha nodded."Why? Why would he do that?" Agnes asked again."He's using her as a bait to get someone." Samantha replied. She looked at Quentin and all she
"He's calling again." Nelson laughed when Gianna's phone began to ring again in his hand. He answered the call and put the phone on loud speaker. "You never give up, don't you? Why don't you give up and just go to bed?""What do you want?" Tristan cold voice came from the other side of the line. "Tell me what he sh*t you want!" "I don't think you have what I want, b*stard. Do you have my father there with you? I will like to exchange him for your Gianna. She looks so pretty, you know. What shall I do with her?" Nelson asked in a menacing tone. "Why would I have you father? What the hell do you want?" Tristan asked again."Are you asking me that? You brought down my family you jerk! My father is suffering away in the prison and you dare ask me that? You want Gianna back, huh? Come find her.""Where are you?" Tristan asked in a stiff voice. He stood beside the road, glaring angrily. "Put Gianna on the line, I want to make sure she's fine." *Nelson stared down at Gianna and smiled ev
"Goddamit!" Tristan cursed, almost smashing the phone on the ground.Samantha was trembling. She just spoke to her brother and he sounded like a different person entirely."He's got Gianna! What are we gonna do!" Samantha panicked.Tristan stood akimbo, boiling and fuming with anger. "He doesn't know who he's dealing with. He's making a bug mistake with me." Tristan voice was extremely cold and deep.Samantha trembled more. She fear she might lose her brother and she couldn't stop thinking about Gianna. Why would Nelson ever think of abducting her? Why her? Sammy thought deeply."I should call Tracy and Layla, and let them know what's happening." Samantha said with trembling voice.Tristan didn't reply, he was too devasted to say anything. He sat down on the nearest sofa, contemplating on what to do."Don't call them yet." Tristan said just when Samantha was going to dial Tracy's line. "What? They have to know what's happening. At least, her mother." Samantha chipped in."I need to t
Gianna was coming back into the house after seeing Samantha off when her phone began to ring. She was a little bit surprised to see it was Nicholas."Hi. You finally called? How have you been!" Gianna asked excitedly."I've been... good...yeah... fine." Nicholas stammered badly from the other line."Are you sure you are okay? You sound tensed. Where are you now?""Huh?" Nicholas asked and Gianna had to repeat the question. "I'm still here in Philadelphia. Stranded." He replied."Oh no. That's very awful. What are you gonna do now? I can't seem to be of help right now." Gianna sighed. She got home and walked into the house, sat down on a chair."It's fine, Gianna. I just wanted you to know I'm okay. I will get a job soon enough and start all over again.""And your dad? How's he?" "He returned to the country side where my mother is. I think that's what's best for him at this month." Nicholas mumbled q reply."What happened to Nelson and his father though?" Gianna asked.The other side
Tristan made up his mind to go after his mother and sort things out.He went into his room and started getting ready for the small journey.There was a knock on the door and Matteo came in. "Boss...are you going somewhere?""Yeah. I'm taking your advice, I hope I'm not too late." Tristan said as he stuffed his clothes into a bag.Matteo smiled and sgihed his head. "You are not late, boss. Go on and do the right thing." He replied."I will be back tomorrow or the day after, then we can head back to Italy." Tristan said and Matteo nodded."Okay boss. Tahe your time... there's no hurry." Matteo replied and left the room.Tristan took his phone and dialled Samantha's line, she picked uo after the fourth ring."Tristan? I thought you would never call." Samantha's voice could be heard from the other line.Tristan sat down on the bed and ran a hand over his hair nervously. "I'm sorry, Samantha but things have not been easy. I need your help, I need to see Gianna.""Gianna? You miss her, don
The next morning, Gianna woke up feeling really sick. She sat up in bed, rushed to the bathroom and threw up."Oh no. I thought I got over this." She mumbled as she returned to her bed.Her mother must have heard her because she came running into the room."Gianna." She called, coming into the room. "Are you okay?" She asked as she sat beside her on the bed.Gianna shook her head, putting her head on the woman's shoulder. "No...I think I'm a little bit under the weather.""We have to go thr hospital then. Come on." Tracy urged, standing up."No. That's not necessary. I will get over it with some pills."Tracy sighed and stared down at her daughter. " Have you called the Tristan guy? What did he say?""He didn't the call, I guess he's busy." Gianna mumbled, laying back down comfortably.The door opened and Layla came in too. "Is she alright?" "Yeah...just a slight fever I guess." Tracy replied with a shrug."Then we should go to the hospital. It's dangerous to ignore it.""No, Layla.