Kamara’s POV“Here we are,” Chantelle announced before letting out a loud gasp. Her eyes were almost out of their sockets. “This is one huge house. I would kill to spend some time here.” I let out a disgruntled sound and got my things out of the car. It took me days to eventually agree to the fact that I am carrying my arch enemies child and it is my duty to birth it. As Chantelle said, getting it done within no time is the best way to forget any of this ever happened. Diego had asked to send his driver but I refused and said Chantelle would drop me off. I need someone close enough to know where I would be living for the next eight months just in case I get killed. “Stop overthinking it.” Chantelle rubbed at my back. “If I go into that house, I am going to be spending months with strangers and probably have my life on hold.” “I can always come by to see you. It can’t be that bad.” She mumbled trying to look positive. “It is that bad.” I let out in a whisper. “These folks are mur
Diego’s POV “What do you want?” Kamara grumbled rudely on the other end. “Like I would want anything from you.” I retorted, sucking my teeth. “I just needed to be sure you are where you should be.” She snorted. “Like you don’t have enough spies doing your bidding. Do I look like a leash dog to you? Obviously, you have nothing else to say to me. Which implies the end of discussion.” And just like that the line went dead. My hand gripped the phone tightly. I am going to deal with her. “Trouble in paradise?” Fernando asked, throwing peanuts into his mouth. “That Kamara girl is so rude.” I hissed“Someone that I think you truly deserve.” “You are stupid.” “Could say the same for you. Moreover, why did you lie about us traveling to Nana when we are right here in Atlanta?” I shifted in my chair, crossing my legs. “If Nana finds out that I am engaging in any kind of brawl with the Mancini brothers she would have a fit.” “I feel crazy right now that I am actually involved with you i
Kamara’s POV I feel so restless and hungry. I have been moving around the bed like someone whose body is being pricked. The damned live-in nurse who also serves as Diego’s spy dog seems so keen on seeing my end. Putting me on a stupid diet that doesn’t even resonate with my cravings. Never thought I had it in me to desire food so much. I had read somewhere that pregnant women are allowed to cheat on their diets. But bitch ass nurse Candace wouldn’t let me be. Sitting up, I let out a strained breath, I won’t be able to get any wink of sleep if I don’t indulge in my desire tonight. I tiptoed out of the room, and down the hallway to the kitchen. Seeing it so close to my reach makes my heart sing in delight. All I want is some chocolates. All thanks to Chantelle and Nana who helped hide it in one of the cabinets Candace would never have thought to search. A small smile played on my lips as I reached for a chocolate bar. Tearing it open and taking a bite, I was transported to paradise
Kamara's POVI stared at the mannequin, dazzled by my piece of art. I can feel it in my heart that I would go far and become a brand name soon. Hyping my works doesn't come in the form of gloating. It's a mere fact without any opposition.“Damn!” My friend Chantelle exclaimed from behind. “you my friend are a genius. How do you do this?” “I don't know, Chan. I just love every bit of creating. Do you think this would fit into the designs I intend to submit for the fashion school?” “All of your designs are remarkable, girl. Whichever one you chose to submit would get you in.” Exhaling loudly, I slumped into the couch next to me. “I don't know if this would work out. I feel so anxious. Now that the day is coming closer, I have practically lost sleep.” My head ached at the mere thought of my hopes shattering. For some unknown reason, I keep getting a bad feeling that something might happen and end my career. All my life, I have dreamt of becoming a household name in the fashion world.
Kamara's POV“One hundred and fifty thousand dollars!” I repeatedMy heart jumped down to the pit of my stomach as I stiffened. Mum's words rang in my ears like the cathedral bell. I don't think I would ever be able to make that in a year. Not when I am just a newbie in the fashion industry. “Say something, Kamara.” Mum whispered, she was crying now. I felt my breath hitch as I gasped for air. I think I was having a panic attack, sweat beads formed on my forehead and my palm shook hard. My legs wobbled and it seemed weightless. I sat my butt down before it gives way to the ground. “Stay calm, baby. Please.” She kept repeating. Burning tears rolled down my face. “This can't be happening, mum. Where are we supposed to go? What's going to happen to me and my siblings? Why do they want to take away our home?” Mum sat next to me, sobbing. “It's the only thing that can stand in as payment. In a week time, we would be homeless.” I shook my head hard, “that can't be. It's so wrong and u
Diego's POVI wanted to burst into a fit of laughter at the information brought to me. Whoever the person is, she does have a lot of guts to require my presence. Curiosity gnawed at me as I wanted to meet with this peculiar person and hear what she had to say. Andrew Hermes has cost me a lot of money. One thing everyone knows is not to play around with my money. I would use whatever means I can muster to get it back. “You don't have to meet with her, boss. We can handle it.” My right-hand man, Aiden said.I shrugged, inhaling deeply from my vape pen and puffing smoke into the air, “no, it's been a while I got to be amused. All you guys do is bring me headaches. I want something refreshing. I hope you remembered to tell her it's by ten?” “Yes, boss. It's past nine now, I am sure she would be here soon, she sounded desperate to get your attention.” A mischievous grin plastered my face. “and I will give it all to her.” “Alright, boss. Please excuse me.” He said leaving. Just when I
Kamara's POV“He is just as the rumors had said. Heartless and inconsiderate. I wish I had a knife. I would have pierced that cold heart of his to shreds.” I whined, pacing the room back and forth. Chantelle sighed tiredly, “you should take a seat at least. Since you returned, you haven't settled. Sit down and let's discuss this. I don't even know who it is you are angry at.” Listening to her advice, I slumped into the couch, feeling the tears swell up in my eyes again. I didn't know things would go this way. I have never felt so humiliated in my life before. It took me a moment for the dire situation we are in to dawn on me. If this cruel man keeps to his word, my entire family would be on the street in the next five days. “What is going on exactly, Kamara? Please talk to me?” I sniffed wiping off the tears, “apparently my father got himself into a gambling mess and ended up owing Diego Sanchez.” She gasped in shock, “please don't tell me it's the same, Diego. The unforgiving ma
Diego's POVBeing a mafia is hard, having to treat people in the most shabby form is harder. But I enjoy it. Mostly because the recipients are deserving of what comes to them. I can't imagine playing nice with someone who thought it's cool to joke with my money. My back ached from beating the shit out of a washed up Atlanta socialite's son who thinks he can walk into my casino and make a mess of it. Pouring myself a glass of whiskey, I downed it in one go, sucking my teeth as it burned my throat. The door opened abruptly and my nemesis, Hernandez, walks in. The only reason I haven't buried him alive yet is because he is the only one I have aside my nana that I trust and probably a couple of men that work for me. The only thing he brings to me is a headache, more because he is my lawyer.“Hello there bestie.” He cooed in his usual annoying way with the gayish attitude he always presents. I huffed tiredly, “the last person I wanted to come in contact with today is you. Why are you her