I waited by the door, but no one answered. I rang the doorbell again, and just as I was about to ring it once more, the door swung open. He stood there, looking sharp in a white shirt with rolled-up sleeves and deep blue trousers. I was left speechless, feeling exhausted. He looked at me and said, "I'm sorry about your boss." "I need your help," I admitted. He paused for a moment and then allowed me into his home. >>>> I settled into one of his elegant armchairs in the living room; his maid kindly offered me a drink, which I politely declined. He returned, standing at the foot of the staircase, and gazed at me with sympathy. "Come upstairs," he said, and I followed him. The house was impressively spacious. Upstairs was a whole new world, complete with another stylish living room. "Wale, do you really live here all alone?" I asked in disbelief. "Yes, just me and my maid," he responded as he led me into another room. It was extraordinary, a master bedroom that was truly jaw-droppi
As I drove away from Wale's residence, a text message appeared on my phone. Not too far away, I parked on the street to read the message. Considering the current situation, it was crucial to check every text promptly, as it could contain valuable information or be an emergency. The message was from Wale, saying, "Bella, I know you care deeply for your boss, but please take things easy to safeguard your health. I'm concerned because I care about you." I smiled faintly, put away my phone, and resumed driving. Ms Jolaade was more than just a boss to me; I had come to see her as an older sister over the past few months, forming a strong bond with her. It was painful to witness her in that situation, and I was determined to support her until she overcame all obstacles. I entered the hospital's expansive driveway and parked, feeling a sigh escape from my lips. I couldn't help but wonder why Mr. Zach was nowhere to be seen. I had hoped to find him as soon as I stepped into the ICU ward wher
I chased after him and blocked his way. "Wait!" I said. "Why? It's obvious you have a lot going on," he replied, looking jealous. "I thought we agreed to just be friends." "Yes, I know. But I can't seem to handle it. You know how I feel about you." "But we come from different worlds. Your parents would never approve of me. You're superior in every way and you deserve someone who matches your level." "It's been difficult letting you go. But it seems like you've moved on." "We haven't made a decision yet," I informed him. "I hope he treats you well." I paused and asked why he had come. "I came to bring you dinner that my maid prepared. I was worried you might skip dinner," he said, handing me the mini lunch bag, which I gratefully accepted. "Thanks," I whispered. "I'll leave now and I promise not to show up unannounced," he teased, and we both chuckled. "I'll call you," I promised as he left. I returned to find Christian still waiting where I left him, much to my surprise.
We stood in the ward gazing at her, tears streaming down my face; her mother and friend were unable to hold back theirs. Mr. Richard sported a slight smile, indicating the relief that she had returned to us. She had narrowly escaped death. She scanned our faces. She didn't react, exhausted and pale. "We conducted a series of tests; she must abstain from alcohol from now on to avoid any further complications. However, I'll prescribe some medication to aid in her recovery. Let me just say this. Fortunately, the wounds weren't too severe. Nonetheless, she's fortunate to have survived such a situation as many do not; this means life is granting her a second chance," the doctor stated. I could completely relate to his mention of a second chance. What would have happened if Ms Jadesola hadn't arrived there at the time of the incident? The doctor excused himself with the nurse who was accompanying him. "Mom... Mr. Richard... Jade... Bella..." She murmured weakly as she looked at us. "I'm so
We discovered a restaurant close by that was situated outside the hospital grounds. It was quite convenient to dine there. Mr. Richard ordered for himself and generously allowed me to choose whatever I wanted. After picking a table, we settled in and waited for our food. "How are you, Bella?" he inquired, and I felt like he had peered into my soul and seen my struggles. "I'm managing, sir," I responded. "Thank you, Bella. You are more than just a personal assistant. You genuinely care for her," he remarked. "And I believe she recognizes that too," he added. "I'm just doing my job, sir," I politely replied. "Do you think I'm unaware? You are juggling work and her simultaneously. You must be some kind of superhuman. I've known Jọláadé for years, and I've noticed that she needs frequent reminders of her worth and that she is loved unconditionally. Lately, she seems preoccupied and has allowed others' opinions to affect her," he commented. "I recall a time when she had a falling out
Mr Richard had announced a brief meeting with the department heads as he would be leaving for the UK the next day. I couldn't skip work because it was crucial for me to be there. The purpose of the meeting was to inform them about a new change that was going to happen. Mr Richard had tried to convince Ms Jolaade to take a long-term leave until she recovered, but she refused. Her mother stepped in and persuaded her to focus on getting better."He's just going to fill in for you until you're well enough to come back to work. Take the time to find yourself and learn to love yourself again. You should do this for everyone's sake. Let work take a back seat for a while," Mr Richard persuaded her until she agreed to take the leave.The meeting started early, catching most of the staff off guard. The department heads were surprised by the idea of bringing in a temporary boss, but Mr Richard explained that it was in the best interest of both the company and Jolaade.He noticed their concerns a
ZACH’S POV BERLIN, GERMANY. Weeks have passed since I stormed out of the room after she admitted to sleeping with her Ex. I was overcome with anger and couldn't bear to look at her. Seeing the video only intensified my fury, leading me to block her on social media and from contacting me. The cherished relationship I held dear came to an abrupt end. It almost impacted my work in Germany, making it challenging to focus. I didn't care to find out how the video ended up on the internet, but I do know it wouldn't have happened if she hadn't done it. Upon learning of her suicide attempt, the news quickly circulated across the internet, casting a shadow over my days. Christian informed me as soon as she was confirmed to be alive but in a state of unconsciousness. Despite his urging for me to return home, my obligations in Germany kept me from doing so. I made the difficult decision to remain abroad and receive updates from Christian. I was aware that I would likely be perceived as the v
BELLA’S POV It was the weekend, and fortunately, the doctor gave her permission to go home, providing guidance on medication and lifestyle. She was not comfortable staying alone without assistance. Therefore, the plan was for Ms Jade to accompany her home to recuperate while I escorted her mother to the mainland to gather some belongings to stay with her temporarily. The journey to the mainland was convenient, and we finally reached her residence. As she disembarked from the vehicle, she adjusted her garment and retrieved her keys from her bag. While she proceeded towards the entrance, I ensured to secure the car to prevent falling victim to the prevalent crimes in the vicinity. Observing her standing in front of the door with a perplexed expression, I approached her and inquired about the issue. She remained still, gazing at the door, and confessed, "I vividly remember locking the door." She turned the doorknob, entered cautiously, and I followed. The room was shrouded in darkness
I felt agitated and anxious while pacing back and forth in my office; he had stopped answering my calls. Suddenly, he entered my office, catching me off guard. However, his expression was not what I had expected; he was sporting a wide grin and carrying a shopping bag. "Zach? You need to explain yourself. What's happening? You had me concerned." "There's no need to worry," he replied, moving closer. Placing the bag on the sofa, he continued, "Do you recall the movie trailer that garnered over two million views in just two days?" "Yes, I do," I responded. "We have received numerous calls and emails from people requesting to attend the premiere. It's in a week, and I want you to accompany me." "Are you certain this is wise?" "Why wouldn't it be?" "What about your agency and fans?" "Can you momentarily set them aside and focus on me? This is my desire." After a brief pause, I nodded, "I'll do it for you," he motioned towards the bag. "What's inside?" I asked as we both sat on
While we were driving back home, Zach became curious and inquired, "What was the secret?" "It's something I can't reveal." "Yes, I understand it's confidential." "Exactly, that's why I can't disclose it." "Are we keeping secrets from each other?" "Alright, I'll share this much - it's women's talk." "And then?" "That's all I can say for now." He looked at me and grinned. "Could you please concentrate on driving?" "How can I focus when you're right here beside me?" I smiled, feeling my cheeks flush at his compliment. "We need to prepare for the wedding," I reminded him. >>>> The anticipated day arrived at last; wedding bells chimed, love filled the air, and the celebration was in full swing. I may have upset a few people by taking their place, but I paid no mind to whoever they might have been. The church service concluded, and the reception was a lively affair filled with dancing and joy. The bride had wed a football star who had all the ladies swooning; I caught glimpses
I followed the guard to the room where he was detained and handcuffed. Both the lawyer and Zach wanted to accompany me, but I insisted on going alone. Upon entering the room, I was met with a malevolent grin on the guard's face, causing a shiver to run down my spine. The guard excused himself as I seated, leaving me to face the most malevolent individual I had ever encountered. "I received your message from the court. So, you've decided to take legal action?" he sneered. "I can't fathom where you found the courage to do so. Someone must have influenced you. But beware, if the tables turn, I will come after you and all those close to you." It was evident that he was trying to mask his fear. He knew there was no turning back from this, as I, the witness, was determined to ensure that he received the rightful judgment he deserved. Taking a deep breath, I began, "Firstly, I must express my regret for ever crossing paths with you. Secondly, I release you from my heart today so that I m
The following morning, he was still fast asleep when I woke up. I brushed my teeth and went through my skincare routine. I heard a strange noise coming from the living room, so I decided to investigate. As I walked downstairs, my braids fell across my shoulders. To my surprise, the door was left slightly open. Although we might have forgotten to lock it due to last night's activities, we definitely didn't leave it ajar. I noticed a large suitcase near the entrance, which was unexpected since Zach hadn't mentioned any travel plans. I heard a grunt and some muffled talking outside the house. I waited and saw an elderly man entering, carrying a heavy suitcase that he dropped by the door. When he saw me, he asked, "And who might you be?" I was at a loss for words since I didn't recognize him, but then Mrs. Williams walked in, surprising me. "You're here!" she exclaimed happily, and I greeted her in a traditional manner by kneeling. "Hey!" she stopped me, pulling me to my feet. "You don'
I have decided to detach myself from my neighbours; they always end up causing me heartache. I graciously accepted the gift, but it didn't really excite me. I put on a fake smile and greeted her. She thanked me and left with the little girl. I wish them well and hope they stick around longer than the others. I wasn't in the mood for any more neighbour drama; I had my fill of it. Why is it customary to give gifts to new neighbours when they move in? I don't personally see the point. I went back inside and took a much-needed shower, feeling refreshed and clean. I returned to the living room in casual attire and watched a bit of a movie while having lunch. Then, I received a call from Zach, saying, "The trial date has been set. We'll be going to court more often." he texted. I let out a sigh, my breath shaking, a hint of fear creeping into my heart. I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself. I have to do this, not just for myself, but for my mother. Benson must be held accountable.
"Would you like me to prepare your bath?" I paused in the middle of sipping my tea and turned to face him. I swallowed, "What exactly do you mean by 'prepare my bath'?" I inquired. "Don't worry, I am fully capable of doing it myself," I insisted. "Are you certain?" he persisted. "Yes, I am," I responded, attempting to avoid overreacting. Placing the cup on the tray, I started to rise from the bed. "Where are you off to?" he inquired. "I need to head to the gym, so I must get ready," I explained. "Should I accompany you?" he asked. "No, you can stay here and wait for my return. It should only take around two to three hours," I reassured. "Two to three hours?" he exclaimed. "Are you sure about this? What if you injure yourself?" he countered. "I am not a child, Zach. I am perfectly capable of looking after myself," I insisted. Just as the words left my lips, I accidentally bumped my leg against one of the clothing boxes near the closet. I winced, and before I knew
"There were numerous beds, blankets, and a cosy atmosphere, and I found myself wondering why he wouldn't make a move on me. I had an amazing night - the delicious food, the movies we watched, and spending the whole day with him until this morning was so enjoyable. But apart from a kiss on my forehead, there wasn't anything more." I vented my feelings while trying to keep my composure in my seat. "And you wanted more..." the therapist asked. "Yes, I did." "Then why didn't you take the initiative?" "Because... because I was scared he avoided it because of my past. Maybe he doesn't find me attractive anymore," I assumed. "When a man treats you so well, it shows his true feelings for you. Have you thought that he might not have made a move because he knows you're hurting and thinks it wouldn't be considerate of him?" the therapist suggested. I sighed, realizing she might be right. I've noticed the way he looks at me, his eyes filled with more passion for me than ever before, and I
"He did that?" "Yes. I was quite taken aback myself," I responded to the lady seated across from me. The office was pleasant and cosy; gazing at the woman's countenance assured me that I could confide in her. She had been an attentive listener all along. She was recommended to me by one of the incredible individuals I met at the gym, and my sessions with her have been excellent thus far. "First and foremost, I must commend you for your courage in opening up to him. It truly requires a lot of bravery to confess to him despite being aware of the potential outcomes," she remarked. "Thank you," I murmured, wiping away the remnants of tears on my face with the tissue in my hand. "So, how have you been feeling since then?" I exhaled, raising my head slightly with my gaze fixed on the wall behind her. "I felt relieved; relieved that I was no longer concealing things from him; it felt like a weight of the secret had been lifted, and I felt a sense of ease; but somehow, it didn't alleviat
We strolled down the street together, taking in the sights. Out of the blue, he reached for my hand, catching me off guard. As we passed by my usual store, I felt drawn to the array of alcoholic beverages on display, my throat craving a sip. "Zach, do you know why my doctor warned me about alcohol?" I inquired. "No, I have no clue," he replied. "I struggle with alcohol... I'm addicted... and right now, I just wish I could drown my sorrows in a bottle until they disappear," I confessed. He halted, gently turning my face to meet his gaze. "Are you in pain?" he asked. I let out a sigh and resumed walking, with him following closely. "Do you know why I take that pill? I suffer from tremors and anxiety when I'm scared or anxious," he revealed. "Stop beating around the bush, Jolaade. Just tell me," he urged. "Would you mind if we stopped over there?" I gestured towards a nearby restaurant, suggesting we grab a bite to eat and chat. He agreed, and we secured a private table at the re