Emily, after having slept with Omari, decided to go home. The ride home felt eternal, her mind a tangled mess of guilt and confusion. As she pulled up at her house, she hesitated before stepping out. She could see Alex’s car at their car park. Steeling herself, she took a deep breath and entered the house.Alex was in the living room, sitting on the couch with a glass of wine and focused on his laptop . He looked up as she walked in, but his expression was unreadable. Emily’s heart pounded in her chest as she quietly made her way upstairs, avoiding eye contact."You came home? Was two days enough to clear your head?"... Alex mused.Emily, whispering to herself.."I can’t let him find out. This is a secret I’ll carry to my grave."Emily tried to act normal, but every glance from Alex felt like a dagger of suspicion. They spoke in clipped sentences, the warmth between them replaced by an awkward chill.One hour later, they sat across from each other at the table having their breakfast, t
Omari had flown in from City A the night before, eager for the business meeting scheduled in two days. He had come earlier to look around the city.. He decided to unwind at a club, where he met Emily. The night that ensued was a blur of passion and poor decisions, but Omari was unaware that the woman he had slept with was his business associate's wife.The following morning, the day of the meeting.. Omari dressed sharply, ready for the meeting with Alex and the other shareholders. He arrived at the company headquarters with confidence, his mind focused on business. As he entered the conference room, he was greeted warmly by Alex, who was already discussing plans with the other shareholders.Alex, "Omari, great to see you. Welcome."Omari, "Thanks, Alex. I'm looking forward to our discussion today.""How was your journey? Not stressful right?".. Alex asked."Swift. Less stressful".."Good. Looking forward to working with you on this project again".."Same here".. Omari replied, as they
Daz sat in his apartment, alone as ever.. The glow of the television casting flickering shadows across the room. His phone buzzed on the coffee table, breaking the silence. He picked it up and saw Kimberly's name flashing on the screen. His heart sank. He hadn't spoken to her in days, and he knew this call wouldn't be anything but unpleasant.He hesitated for a moment before answering. "Hello?"Kimberly's voice came through the line, sharp and urgent. "Daz, we need to talk. Now."Daz sighed, running a hand through his hair over and over again. "What's going on, Kimberly?"Kimberly, "I need answers, Daz. And I need them today. Either you tell me what I want to know, or I go straight to the hospital and abort this pregnancy."Daz felt a chill run down his spine. This was the conversation he'd been dreading. "Kimberly, please don't do anything rash. Let's talk about this.""Talk? We've done nothing but talk. You keep avoiding the issue, and I'm running out of patience." Kimberly said, de
It's Friday evening after work and Dazzle had gone to Richard's house to cool off. It's his first time living with a woman under the same roof. He was already getting exhausted.Upon arrival, he met his brother with the kids playing. It's been a long while since he visited."Uncle Daz, You've finally come to visit us".. Jayson said."Yes, I have. Come here and give uncle a big hug, both of you"...They both gave him a hug."You are turning to big boys, taller and cubbies. Richie, what are you feeding them? Some manure?"... He said as they chuckled."No, food. That's good. Probably I should live here so I can have some too".."Sure. You can stay in any room you love"..As they discussed, Richard welcomed him and finished up his work on his phone. He had sent emails to business partners."Are you here to see me?".."Yes, We need to talk"... Dazzle replied."Boys?... To your rooms. The grown ups needs to talk"..."Okay, see you uncle".. Jayden waved at him while he waved back.."see you t
Emily lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The events of the past few days swirled in her mind like a storm she couldn't escape. She had made a series of bad choices that led her to this point, and now, she had to live with the consequences. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, startling her out of her thoughts. She glanced at the screen and saw her mother's name. It was past midnight.She answered the call, trying to keep her voice steady. "Mom? Is everything okay?"Mary's voice was filled with anger and frustration. "Emily, I couldn't sleep. I need to talk to you about Alex and the company."Emily sat up, her heart pounding. "What about Alex and the company?"Mary took a deep breath. "I've been thinking about everything Alex has done, and I can't shake off the feeling that he needs to be held accountable. He’s done more harm than good, and it's time we take back what belongs to us."Emily's mind raced. "What do you mean, Mom?"Mary's voice grew firmer. "I mean, Alex will have to relin
As the evening drew to a close. Alex couldn't believe the drama his wife and her mother displayed. He had to schedule a meeting with Leah and the other board members in a few days. If he had to give up the seat as the executive manager then he would gladly leave the company making sure that everything was in place and not in the wrong hands.Leah read the emails and responded that she would be there for the meeting.The day of the meeting finally came, Alex sat at the head of the long, polished boardroom table, his hands clasped in front of him. He had spent the past few days in a whirlwind of emotions, trying to come to terms with the fact that his wife Emily and her mother Mary had orchestrated a takeover of the company. The very thought of it made his blood boil, but he knew he had to keep a level head if he wanted to make the right decisions.Around the table, the other board members settled into their seats, exchanging hushed conversations. Leah, the most influential member of th
Kimberly sat in front of the vanity mirror, her reflection staring back at her, almost as if it were mocking the plan she was about to set into motion. The room was quiet, save for the distant hum of the city beyond the windows. Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for the foundation, carefully applying it to her already flawless skin. She needed to look perfect. Vulnerable, yet captivating.She had thought about this for days, weighing the risks against the potential reward. Dazzle had grown distant, and with her ex-boyfriend, Taurus presence in town, things had become even more complicated becausehe would come after her again. She couldn't let everything she had worked for slip away. Dazzle was her ticket to the life she had always dreamed of, and she wasn't going to let anyone, not even Dazzle himself, ruin that.Kimberly finished applying her makeup and took a deep breath. It was time to set her plan into motion. She picked up her phone and sent a quick text to Dazzle: "when
“Mal,” Dazzle greeted, trying to keep his voice neutral. “What are you doing here?”“I was on my way out of town, but I thought I’d stop by and say goodbye,” Mal replied, his gaze flicking over Dazzle’s shoulder, clearly aware that something was off. “Is everything okay?”Dazzle hesitated, glancing back towards the bedroom where Kimberly was lying. “Yeah, everything’s fine. Just… a bit of a situation.”Mal raised an eyebrow. “What kind of situation?”Dazzle sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s complicated, man. Kim’s not feeling well, and she’s… she’s worried about the baby.”Mal’s expression softened slightly, though there was still a hint of skepticism in his eyes. “You think she’s being straight with you?”Dazzle frowned, taken aback by the question. “What do you mean?”Mal shrugged, leaning against the doorframe. “I mean, she’s pulling you into a lot of stuff, Daz. Are you sure she’s not just… I don’t know, trying to keep you close?”The implication hung in the air, and Daz
The day Leah had dreamed of for so long was finally here. The sun shone brightly, casting a warm glow over the garden where her wedding ceremony was about to take place. White flowers lined the aisle, their fragrance filling the air, and the gentle hum of music played in the background. Leah stood in front of the mirror, dressed in her wedding gown, her heart filled with excitement. She couldn't believe this moment had finally arrived. "You look beautiful," Mariam said, smiling as she adjusted the veil over Leah’s hair. "Like a princess straight out of a fairy tale." Leah laughed, her hands trembling slightly. "I feel like I’m dreaming." "No," Mariam shook her head. "This is real, Leah. You’re about to marry the love of your life, the father of your children. You deserve all of this and more." Leah’s eyes welled up with tears, and she turned to Mariam, "I don’t even know how to thank you, Mariam. After everything… I never thought I’d get here." Mariam took Leah’s hands in hers
Emily watched as the prison gates swung open and Mary was led inside. The cold, gray walls of the facility seemed to match the evil in her mother’s heart.She had stood there, frozen, feeling both resentment and a strange sadness. After everything that had happened, she wasn’t sure how to feel anymore."Can I talk to her for just a few minutes?" Emily asked the guard, her voice low but firm.The guard shook his head. "Sorry, ma’am, no visits right now."Emily’s chest tightened. "Please... just five minutes. I need to say something. It’s important."The guard sighed, looking at her for a moment before finally relenting. "Alright, five minutes. That’s all."Emily took a deep breath, watching as her mother was brought back out. Mary, now in her prison uniform, looked smaller somehow, as though the weight of her sins had physically shrunk her. Her face was blank, trying to maintain the cold front she had always worn, but her eyes were puffy, and it was clear she’d been crying.As Mary ap
The police stormed Ranson's hideout, catching him and his gang off guard. As they pinned him to the ground, one officer shouted, “You’re under arrest for attempted murder and conspiracy!” Ranson struggled, cursing under his breath, but he knew this day was coming. As they dragged him into the police car, his heart pounded. During the interrogation, it didn’t take long for Ranson to crack under pressure. With his hands trembling, he finally blurted out, “It was Mary. Mary! She’s the one who wanted Leah dead! I was just doing what I was paid for!”Detectives exchanged glances, already suspecting her involvement but now having the confirmation they needed. With Ranson’s confession, they raced to Mary’s house. She answered the door, looking composed as ever, but her face paled when she saw the officers."Mary," the lead detective said sternly, "you're under arrest for the attempted murder of Leah."Mary’s voice quivered as she tried to mask her fear with confusion. “What are you talking
Emily lay awake all night, she had been trying to process all her mother’s confession. The horror of it consumed her. Leah had been so innocent from the beginning, and then possibly dead because of her mother’s actions. She hadn’t agreed to any of it, she didn't even know her mother had gone that far as taking someone’s life yet she felt just as guilty. By morning, her stomach churned with nausea. She had to do something.When the first light of dawn filtered through her window, she got up, and made her way downstairs. Mary was already in the kitchen, making coffee, her expression smug as though nothing had changed.Emily’s heart pounded in her chest. She had no choice. She had to confront her mother."I’m turning myself in," Emily blurted out, her voice shaky but determined as she entered the kitchen.Mary froze for a second, her back to Emily. Slowly, she turned around, her face twisting into disbelief and shock. "What did you just say?" She asked."I said I’m turning myself in,
The door creaked open, and in walked Mary, her expression triumphant as usual. Emily stiffened, sensing that something was off. Mary’s eyes were gleaming with a satisfaction that made Emily uneasy."Emily," Mary started, her voice dripping with excitement. "I’ve got news for you. Finally, everything has fallen into place."Emily blinked, unsure of where this was going. "What are you talking about, mom?"Mary sat down, a little too close to Emily, and leaned in. "Leah," she whispered, her voice cold and sinister. "It seems like she’s finally gone. No one has heard anything. No news. It’s been weeks. She’s probably dead, and they haven’t found her body yet."Emily’s heart stopped for a moment. She stared at her mother, wide-eyed, her mind racing. She had been angry at Leah for years, jealous even, but wishing her dead? That wasn’t something she wanted. Not like this."How? What happened?"... Emily asked.Mary continued, oblivious to Emily’s shock. "I told you, didn’t I? That girl was al
Richie stood at Leah's bedside two weeks after the accident, watching as she slept. Her breathing was steady, and her face looked peaceful. The machines surrounding her were no longer terrifying to him; they were signs of progress now. Signs that she was getting better. He smiled faintly, remembering how much darker everything seemed just days ago.The boys were sitting in the corner of the room, playing with some toys Dazzle had brought for them to keep them occupied.They were quieter than usual, but Richie could tell they were just as hopeful as he was. They had been through so much these days, yet they still managed to be helpful in ways they could.The doctor came in, his clipboard in hand, and gave Richie a nod before checking on Leah’s vitals. “She’s doing much better,” the doctor said, scribbling something down. “The baby’s fine as well. Everything looks good.”Richie exhaled slowly, letting all his worries out “Thank God,” he whispered. “But… her head? How’s the injury?”The
Richie stood by Leah’s bedside, his entire body shaking as he cried. The pain was unbearable, the thought of losing her too much to handle. The boys, their innocent faces wet with tears, clung to Richie as they looked at their mother lying so still on the bed."Dad… is Mom going to be alright?" one of the boys, his voice small and frightened, asked between sobs.Richie could barely answer. He dropped to his knees beside the bed, burying his face in his hands. His heart felt like it had shattered into a million pieces. He couldn’t stop the flood of tears. "God, please…" Richie began, his voice breaking with every word. "Save Leah. Please… I’ll be a good husband, I promise. I’ll take care of our kids… I’ll do anything you want me to, just save my wife. Please, God… don’t take her from us."The boys began to wail too, their small voices filling the room with a heartbreaking sound. Richie’s tears fell even harder, his hands gripping Leah’s cold fingers. "Leah, please come back to us… pl
Richie stood in the cold, sterile hallway of the hospital, his hands trembling as he held Leah’s belongings in a small, unassuming plastic bag. His eyes were red and swollen from crying, his heart aching everything that had happened. He couldn’t believe how quickly his world had fallen apart. Just days ago, Leah was smiling, and now… now he was standing here, lost in a nightmare he couldn’t wake up from.He pulled out the small stack of documents from her bag, his curiosity getting the better of him. He wasn't sure what the result of the medical documents might be. Maybe it was something routine, he thought, something insignificant. But as he opened the folder, his breath caught in his throat.There it was, staring back at him in black and white; Leah was five weeks pregnant.Richie blinked, unable to process the words for a moment. "Pregnant? Five weeks?"..He collapsed into the nearest chair, his hands clutching the papers as if they might offer some explanation. His vision blurre
Richie’s hand trembled as he hung up the phone, the news had hit him so bad. His mind spun, struggling to process what he had just been told. Leah, his Leah, was hurt badly. The details were still unclear, but it was serious enough for Dazzle to call the family in a panic.His legs suddenly were too weak to hold him up. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat heavier than the last. Grabbing his phone, Richie immediately canceled all his upcoming seminars and meetings, sending quick emails to his assistants. They would have to figure out the rest on their own. Leah was his priority now. Without wasting another second, he booked the earliest flight back home, his fingers shaking as he typed in his information.Meanwhile, Dazzle was pacing outside the hospital room, his phone clutched tightly in his hand. He had already called everyone in the family, delivering the horrible news. Their father, Mr. Leo had been silent on the phone, but Dazzle could hear the pain and fear in his fat