As Victoria Morgan walks into her apartment, she drops down on the floor and cries her eyes out. The day didn't go half the way she expected. Everyone had moved on with their lives leaving her behind. Even Becca she thought was her friend had betrayed her. The most painful one she had to come to terms with was Gerald; she has lost him for good. She could tell from the hate in his voice when he spoke to her. Victoria shrieks in pain. No body wants to be associated with her, not even Nelson. He has already replaced her. To think he was the one who put her life in jeopardy. Victoria stood up and stared blankly. Nelson can't get away with this. She looks around, picks her hand bag and heads to the door then hesitates to open it. Then what she saw in Nelson's office that morning flashes through her mind. Then she opens the door and walks out.Nelson couldn't shake the look on Victoria's face when she saw him and Bianca that morning out of his mind. He grinned. At least now she felt what it
Victoria Morgan twitches her nose several times as she perceives a nice aroma. She finally opens her eyes and at first her surroundings are all a blur. She sees a figure approaching her where she lay on the bed. The closer the figure got, the clearer her sight, until she was able to recognize him, then she gasped.“Gerald?!" Was she dreaming? What was Gerald doing in her house, cooking her breakfast?“You're finally awake". He says, his expression blank, giving no emotion.“Are you really here, or am I dreaming?" She asked, then winced, as she felt a heavy ache in her head.“I will get you a pain relief for your headache". He says and turns to leave.Victoria's confusion lingered as she watched Gerald move away. The room felt strangely familiar, yet the details were elusive. She hesitated, still uncertain whether this was reality or a dream unfolding before her.As Gerald returned with a pain reliever, she couldn't shake off the surreal atmosphere. "What's going on, Gerald? Why are y
One Month Later...Nelson Brown sighs as he walks into Becca's salon. He couldn't let his pride get in the way again. He missed Victoria, and needed to know her whereabouts. For the past one month, he hasn't been able to reach her on the phone or even at her residence. Has she done it again? He thought within himself. Was she trying to get away from him again? When would she learn that they were meant to be together. He sighs again.“What brings you here?" Becca says immediately she sees him.“They don't greet people where you come from?" He responds sarcastically.“This is my salon, I greet who I want to". She retorts, her face carrying a frown.“Anyway, I didn't come here to exchange words with you". He replies. “Where is Toria?" He asks after a brief silence.“Are you for real?" She asks with a scoff.“Can you tell me where she is?" He demands.“I thought she was with you all this while. Bianca said she saw her last at your house". “She left that same day, and I haven't seen her ev
Becca sighs in frustration again for the umpteenth time as she scans through the counter in a shopping mall, and doesn't find what she is looking for to buy.“This is the third supermarket!" She says exasperatedlyto herself . ”Am I ever going to find those hair products". She continued loudly. Then suddenly she hears someone call her name. It was a familiar voice, and immediately she heard it, she spins around to see if she heard right. “Gerald?!" She screams in surprise the moment she sets her eyes on him.“Becca how are you doing?" Gerald says to her.“Where on earth have you been?" She asks him instead, as she moves closer to him.“I moved into my own house"? He answers.“Wow, that's good". Becca replies and hugs him lightly. “I decided not to disturb you because I know you needed space and time". She continues, sending him a flirtatious smile. ”I must say, you really look good". She adds.“Thanks". Gerald replies simply.“We should have lunch together, so we can catch up". She qu
Mildred concentrates as she artistically applies her make up. She needed to look her best, she needed to look pretty for this lunch date with Nelson Brown. She has heard how tunnelled he was for Victoria, and she was hoping she could change that. Nelson Brown was a good catch, way better than her ex. Being with someone like him will bounce her back to the social class she was used to before the cancellation of her engagement.She sighs with satisfaction as she takes a good look at her reflection in the mirror. The red shimmering dress she had on was well fitting to her body, accentuating her body curves and exposing her cleavage and thigh slightly. Nelson's jaw was definitely going to drop when he sees her. She thought proudly as she picked up her matching purse, and stepped out of her apartment.As she heads towards her booked ride, her phone beeps. It was a message from Nelson. He sent her directions to his house. Change of plans, they'll be having lunch at his place instead. Mildr
Soon Nelson fingers were in her panties, his lips pressed to the damp lace. She shuddered and closed her eyes, then let him take it off her.There was a soft, wet slide along the cleft of her sex, something so surprising. “What—”He was looking up at her from between her legs, his lips damp. No one ever…. Normally, she would have pushed him off, would have blushed and declined. No one had ever done that for her, but no one had ever looked at her like that, either. Like they were dying to devour her. And she wasn’t doing anything normally. 'Normal' wasn't part of her plan for tonight.She swallowed hard and touched his hair. “Do I taste good?”“Perfect.” He swiped his tongue over her clit again, with the same lush softness. The same electricity. A spark flashed through his eyes.With one more kiss against the hollow of her hip, he stood, pushing his shirt off as he rose. She watched the flex of lean muscle, reached to trace the smooth skin. This time, when he grasped her hand, it was
One year later...Victoria Morgan whines and twirls on her bed as the crying of a baby disturbed her siesta. Where on earth was the mother of this crying baby? She thought subconsciously. She tries to sleep again, but the crying of the baby gets louder and incessant. Victoria groaned, she was completely exhausted and needed this sleep so much. She forced her eyes open with every bit of strength she could muster, and in a quick flash of revelation she jumps up and runs towards her baby's cradle. It has been her baby crying all along. She had laid her baby to sleep and decided to take a quick nap herself, which had turn into a deep sleep. Being a mother wasn't an easy job at all. She had to quit her job search and become a full-time house wife. Victoria thought, and sighs as she lifts the baby into her arms, and rocks her.“Sorry Cherish, mommy took a short nap". She whispers to her daughter of six months.With late nights, regular diaper change, breastfeeding, washing, bathing and ster
Victoria feigned laughter at her neighbour's joke as they headed out of a supermarket , where they have just done some grocery shopping. Her mind was faraway. She was deeply bothered by her current situation. This was not how she expected marriage to Gerald would be. "Is everything okay?" Eunice her neighbour asked, noticing her disconcert.Victoria looks at her neighbor dumbfounded, she was so lost in her thoughts, she didn't hear what she had said. "Vicky, what's wrong?" She repeats herself, her voice sounding with urgency."Nothing. Why do you ask?" Victoria replied. "You're anywhere but here right now". Her neighbor continue, sending her a concerned look. "You know you can talk to me" Victoria sighs. "I'm frustrated". "Why? What's the problem?" Eunice inquired."It's Gerald". She sighs again. "Marriage to him isn't as i envisioned". "How come? You don't love him anymore?" "I do. But he ..." Her voice caught in her throat. How was she going to confess to Eunice that her husb
Victoria lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, her body still tingling from Gerald’s touch. The warmth of their passion still clung to her skin, yet an unsettling feeling gnawed at her insides.She turned her head slowly, her gaze landing on Gerald beside her. His breathing was deep and steady, his face peaceful in sleep. He looked so content—so sure of what they had, of what they had just shared.But Victoria wasn’t.A sharp pang of guilt twisted in her stomach.Because as she closed her eyes during their lovemaking… it wasn’t Gerald she had imagined.It was Nelson.Her heart clenched as the truth settled in, suffocating and undeniable.She had wanted Nelson.She had pictured his hands on her, his lips on her skin, his voice whispering things only meant for her ears. And as much as she tried to push the thoughts away, they haunted her, creeping into her mind like a relentless ghost.Why?Why couldn’t she get him out of her head?Victoria curled her fingers into the sheets, frustrati
The atmosphere in the warehouse was thick with unspoken words and exhaustion. Victoria sat at the edge of the couch, her mind replaying her argument with Gerald over and over. He hadn’t returned since storming out, and though she knew he wouldn’t go far, his absence weighed heavily on her.In the next room, Becca had finally managed to get Cherish to sleep, while Bianca sat on the floor, absently spinning an empty glass bottle between her fingers. The silence was deafening, only interrupted by the occasional creak of the old wooden floorboards.Then, the sound of a car pulling up outside shattered the stillness.Bianca was the first to her feet, her posture tense until a familiar knock echoed through the door. Mildred.Victoria exhaled in relief as Bianca rushed to let her in. Mildred stepped inside, shaking off the cold, her sharp eyes scanning the room before landing on Victoria.“It’s done,” she announced, her voice firm but tinged with exhaustion. “Nelson is officially in police c
The car sped through the dark streets, the tension thick in the air. Victoria clutched the seatbelt, her pulse refusing to settle. Gerald drove like a man possessed, weaving through traffic, his gaze flicking between the rearview mirror and the road ahead.“He won’t stop,” Victoria murmured, more to herself than anyone else.“He won’t get the chance,” Nelson countered, his grip tightening on the wheel. “I made sure of that.”Victoria turned to her, eyes narrowing. “What do you mean?”Gerald smirked, glancing at Victoria briefly. “Mildred has handed over the documents to the police, Victoria. We gave them everything—names, locations, proof of every dirty deal he’s ever made. The police were just waiting for a reason to move in. And after what he pulled tonight?” He shook her head. “He’s done.”Bianca let out a low whistle. “Damn, Gerald. That's the best news I have heard in along time.”Gerald chuckled but kept his eyes on the road. “Just doing what needed to be done.”Victoria exhaled
Victoria pulled on her clothes with swift, practiced movements, her heart hammering in her chest. Cherish. The thought of her daughter being anywhere near danger made her stomach twist violently. She had endured a lot, played this sick game with Nelson longer than she wanted, but when it came to Cherish—she would burn this whole place down if she had to.Nelson tucked his gun into his waistband, eyeing her warily. “You should stay out of this.”She shot him a withering glare. “Try and stop me.”His jaw twitched, but he didn’t waste time arguing. Instead, he turned to his man at the door. “Who else knows?”“Just us,” the man answered. “But if Carlos is compromised, it won’t stay quiet for long.”Nelson muttered a curse under his breath. He grabbed a black jacket from a chair and threw it on before motioning for Victoria to follow.They moved quickly through the dimly lit hallways, the heavy scent of old wood and smoke filling Victoria’s nostrils. The tension in the air was suffocating.
As Carlos opened the door, Bianca pressed the gun against his lower back, urging him forward. The hallway was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of old wood and stale cigar smoke. Every creak beneath their feet sent Bianca’s pulse racing. She wasn’t free yet—one wrong move and this could all go sideways. Carlos kept glancing at her from the corner of his eye, but he didn’t dare make a move. He knew she wouldn’t hesitate to pull the trigger. As they approached the staircase, a sudden noise stopped them both in their tracks. The muffled sound of hurried footsteps. Someone else was trying to escape. Bianca’s grip tightened on the gun as she turned the corner—and nearly collided with a woman carrying a small child. Becca. Her eyes were wild with fear, her blonde hair disheveled, and in her arms, clutching tightly to her neck, was Cherish. The little girl was trembling, her tiny fingers digging into Becca’s shoulder as she buried her face against her. Becca gasped when she
Upstairs, Bianca sat on the cold wooden chair, her wrists bound tightly behind her back. The dim glow of a single overhead bulb flickered, casting eerie shadows across the room. The air was thick with the scent of dust and faint traces of cigar smoke—Nelson’s house still carried the stench of power and corruption.Her muscles ached from being tied up for hours, but her mind was sharp, calculating. She had been watching Carlos closely—the way his eyes lingered on her, the way he hesitated before roughening his grip, the way his breath hitched just slightly when she looked at him a certain way.Weakness.And she would use it.Carlos sat by the door, his chair tilted back slightly, a cigarette hanging between his fingers. His job was simple—keep watch, make sure she didn’t escape. But Bianca knew men like him. Men who wanted power but were desperate for something softer.Something tempting.She shifted slightly, her dress riding up just enough to expose more of her thigh. “Carlos…” she m
GVictoria followed Nelson up the winding staircase, her heart slamming against her ribs with each step. She knew she was walking straight into a trap, but she had no choice. She had to see Cherish. She had to get her out of here.Nelson led her down a dimly lit hallway, stopping in front of a door. He turned the knob and gestured for her to enter.Victoria hesitated. Something felt off."Go on," Nelson murmured. "Your daughter's waiting."Her breath hitched as she stepped inside, but the moment she did, a cold realization gripped her.The room was empty.No Cherish. No bed. Just four walls, a large, lavish bed in the center, and Nelson standing behind her, locking the door with a soft click.Victoria spun around, fury flashing in her eyes. "Where is she?"Nelson’s lips curled into a smirk as he stalked toward her. “Safe. For now.”Her pulse pounded. “You lied to me.”Nelson shrugged, his gaze dark and unreadable. “I told you that you’d see her soon. And you will—once I’m sure you’re s
Victoria clenched her fists, her heart hammering against her ribs as the weight of the plan settled on her shoulders. She had to be careful—one wrong move, and Nelson would see right through her.Gerald and Mildred exchanged another glance, their silent communication speaking volumes. They were worried about her. About how much she was risking. But there was no time for hesitation.Mildred winced as she stood, pain flickering across her face. “We don’t have much time. If Nelson suspects anything, he’ll disappear, and we may never find Cherish again.”Victoria’s throat tightened. She couldn’t let that happen.She exhaled sharply and reached for her phone. “I’ll call him.”Gerald’s hand shot out, gripping her wrist. “Are you sure?”No.But she had no choice.She nodded, pulling away and dialing Nelson’s number. The line rang once before he answered.“Well, well,” Nelson’s voice dripped with amusement. “I was beginning to think you didn’t care about your daughter, Victoria.”Her stomach
Becca’s nails dug into her palms as she stood in Nelson’s study, her heart pounding against her ribs. Cherish clung to her side, her small fingers trembling in Becca’s grasp. The little girl had been brave—silent, obedient—but Becca could feel the fear rolling off her in waves.She had just listened to Nelson’s conversation with Victoria. The threats, the manipulation, the sick amusement in his voice as he dangled Cherish’s safety like a prize.It made her stomach turn.“Nelson, you need to stop this,” she said, keeping her voice steady.Nelson turned from his desk, swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand, his expression unreadable. “Stop what, Becca?”“Let her go,” she said, glancing down at Cherish. “She’s a child, Nelson. This isn’t a game.”His lips curled into a smirk. “Everything is a game, sweetheart. And right now, I’m winning.”Becca took a step forward, lowering her voice. “Victoria won’t just hand herself over. She’s not the same woman you controlled before.”Nelson’s jaw t