Diego’s POV “Doctor, how does it make any sense that the same procedure you did to get her pregnant can’t be repeated again?” I asked putting the phone on loudspeaker. The doctor coughed lightly on the other end. “Sir, the process is beyond just injecting the mix into her. She would have to go through the mental torture of getting her body ready and then carrying the eggs again with the same procedure would harm her. I have told you this before, please I need you to understand me. This is my professional advice, you will be putting a lot at risk if you don’t listen to me. Just in case you intend to visit another doctor. If they get on with it, you are likely to have a murder case on your hands.” I didn’t wait to hear the rest of what she had to say before ending the call. My head seems to be hurting from the news. To think I already made Nana rest assured she was going to have a grandchild soon. That dumb head that calls herself Kamara just couldn’t stay in one place and had to ru
Kamara’s POV I stared blankly at the wall dreading any sound that I might hear. The one I feared the most was my phone ringing. Tears rolled down my face uncontrollably and I couldn’t seem to stop. I have harbored the thought of telling my parents about what I got myself involved in, but what difference would it make? We would end up on the streets and all of my sacrifice would be for nothing. How am I supposed to sleep with a man that I do not have any interest in? It’s bad enough that I have to deal with his disrespect and scornful glares. The room suddenly felt suffocating and the dark shadows of my life kept roaming around me like wraiths. Chantelle knocked roughly from behind the door. “Open the door, Kamara.” She yelled. I have been indoors since yesterday when I got discharged from the hospital without food or water just crying my eyes out. I don’t feel the need to struggle to live. I am at a crossroads in my life that I can’t seem to find a way out of. “Kamara come on,
Author’s POVChantelle put her dark glasses down an inch to see Fernando seated with his head bowed deeply into the papers in front of him. She snickered entering the space. Noticing her presence, Fernando raised his head and gulped hard at the sight of her. There is something about Chantelle that has him melting on the spot. If not because he had to act professionally whenever he found himself in her presence. He would have asked her out on a date. “Hello, Miss Chantelle. It's nice to see you again.” He said smiling. Chantelle scoffed taking off the glasses. “Thankfully I do not share your feelings. I am actually more keen on breaking the head of both yours and that criminal of a friend you have. But then I am too civil to get involved in w bloody mess like that. So here we are.” Fernando had an amused look on his face in place of anger. “I am glad to see you regardless. What can I help you with?” “It's nothing much. I don’t know if telling you this alone will make an impact or
Kamara’s POV One Week LaterWhen Chantelle said she got the almighty Diego to agree to seven more days of rest, I almost didn’t believe it and expected that he might put a call through and rain curses on me for disregarding him, but to my surprise he never called until the week was complete. I thought I already had enough time to get prepared. But here I am feeling the urge to run for my life and never come back. We picked my ovulation week and agreed to spend two nights together. I couldn’t stand to be with him in an enclosed space with him. My heart kept thumping like it would leap out of its cage. I reached for my bag and searched inside for the vodka Chantelle had slipped inside. She advised that I get drunk to get it over with. I checked the time and it seems like he won’t arrive as early as expected. I am not much of an alcohol fan, but it appears I have no other choice now. Unscrewing the cover, I chugged down the content ignoring the harsh feeling in my throat, and drank h
Diego’s POV “Boss, the package is at the port, but the redfish won’t let us move.” One of my men Louis informed me. He had a worried expression on his face, which is unlike him. The pen I was flipping at the time he walked in dropped from my hand onto the table. Sucking my teeth, I held his gaze. “Tell me one thing, Louis. What exactly did I hire you for?” He blinked looking confused. His sudden meekness is getting on my nerve. “S…sir? I tried to coerce him, but he wouldn’t budge.” “And what do we do to men like him?” I questioned with a raised brow. My patience is running thin with his refusal to give a quick response.“Y…you want us to kill him? Boss, that will be a massive risk, and it might lead to an unwarranted gang war.” “Do I look like I care, Louis? If redfish is stupid enough to stop my goods, then all he deserves is a peaceful sleep. I don’t care how you intend to handle this, Louis. My goods must get to their destination without any scratch. If that happens consider y
Kamara’s POV “Ouch.” I yelped as the needle pricked my finger. Chantelle hurried out of her room in concern, her eyes searching around like she expected to see a stranger lurking around. “What happened?”“Was I that loud?” I asked, surprised at her reaction. She huffed, plopping onto the couch. “Well, it has been really quiet around here and that yelp had me jumping out of my skin.” I chuckled, returning my attention to the dress I was making. “Just admit that your head hasn’t been in the right place lately.” “I could say the same for you, Kam. You have been drawing designs and making dresses like you have some kind of deadline that I do not know about. What is going on?” I kept my eyes focused on the sequin material I was working on. It's been over two weeks since I had sex with Diego. The memory of it would have been harder to deal with if I was drunk on both nights. My skin crawls at the thought of what I have had to do these past months to get money. This isn’t who I intende
Diego’s POVWhy the fuck is that lady not responding to my text? I glanced at my messages and call log but nothing came from Kamara. I had kept my distance to keep from appearing desperate, but her decision to not respond to me was driving me nuts. Close to a month since we had sex and she has chosen to keep mute. Would it be wrong to barge in on her? Or did she run away? But that would be stupid of her. All I have to do is have her family out of the house and into the streets in no time. She is stressing me out. On second thought, what if she is experiencing some sort of complications again and resorted to not telling me? Knowing that might be the case made me clench my fist tightly. She is nothing but a pain in the ass. “How is Kamara?” Nana asked out of the blue. Fernandez's laughter that I had shut out a while ago drowned out with a cough all of a sudden and his glass of juice hung in the air. He had come by the house to pick me up for the night out we were having. Only to get
Kamara’s POV“Are you sure you won’t take a test?” Chantelle queried for the umpteenth time. I groaned inwardly throwing her a hard glare. “What is it with you and pestering me to death?” “Don’t tell me you are going to play pretend and act like you don’t see yourself. You have been finding it hard to wake up with a clear head and when you do all of the food you get to eat ends up in a puke. You are pregnant.” I cringed at her announcement. As much as I have been waiting for this for over a month now. It doesn’t change the fact that the idea sounds crude in my ear. Unknown to Chantelle I had taken a pregnancy test by myself when she was out of the house. I practically cried my eyes out at the result. I am not sure I want any part of this. Chantelle made a face and tilted her head. “You do know you suck at lying right?” I gulped, “what do you mean?”“Exactly what you heard. Your face color deepens whenever you lie. I know you are aware of your present condition. What I do not und