SavannahDo you ever feel like there's someone responsible for your destiny, and they're messing with you all the way? Because I do. I think the same.I've always been known to be a hustler, and I take pride in it. But occasionally, I feel like the hustle isn't meant for me.I have a dream, just like every young woman, and I want to achieve those dreamsâto be better and do better. But it is a struggle for me, especially with a sick mother, an absent father, and a lazy brother. I must do everything, give up my schooling and my things, and be a family woman.Even right now, I'm in the hospital, watching as my mom is tied to a life machine. The beeping sound constantly reminds her that she can't do anything alone.I sigh as I wrap my hands around her dainty ones, placing a kiss on her knuckles."Please be okay," I whisper as I rub her knuckles tenderly. "You have to be okay."I hear footsteps entering the room, and I turn to see the doctor standing there. "You didn't leave?" He asks, watc
SavannahâHello, Daughter.âI ball my hands into fists and breathe calmly. Being angry right now won't help my case. âHello, Mr. Knights,â I gritted, walking towards him.He smirks. âMr. Knights? Is that the way to greet your father? Aren't you going to call me Dad?âI grit my teeth together and dig my fingers into my palms. âIt's nice to see you again, Mr. Knights,â I say, emphasizing the âMr. Knights.âHe seems to catch on because he smirks. âIndeed it is. How may I help you?âAs tried as I might be, I need to remain calm and patient with him if I'm going to get anything out of him. âI need your help.âHis eyes widen for a second before he smirks. âYou need my help?â he asks, slowly looking at me and observing me. âI never thought the day would come when you'd ask for my help, considering you hate me.âMy eyes snap to his. âI hate you?â I grit out, âI. Hate. You?!â He doesn't answer; he continues to watch me. I shake my head to get rid of the thoughts coming from the things I want to
DOMINICI sit behind the desk and watch as my father rattles on about the board, wanting me to get married. I don't understand why I must be married before handling a business I've been running for years.âYou're soft with these men. You own most of the company, so why must I get married before I can take over?âHe sighs, âSon, they own shares too, and besides, the fact that you are getting married is a good image for the company, and I also want grandbabies, too. I'm not getting any youngerâ.âDad, don't start, please. I prefer the single life; women are just too stressed. I need to focus on the work without a nagging wifeâ.He smiles and says, âYou might think so, son, but you'll understand when you meet your wife and have that intimacy.âI look at my father, really look at him. He's tired, and there are dark circles under his eyes, and I can't help but feel a tinge of guilt. He's been running around looking for this marriage ever since.âOkay, fine,â I mutter. âWhat's the deal with
SavannahToday is the day.The woman staring at me does not resemble the person I was yesterday or even a month ago.I'm wearing a knee-length floral white dress adorned with a beautiful red rose on the front. After contemplating red and black heels, I opted for the black ones, which boosted my confidence.Makeup isn't my strong suit, so I apply lip gloss and pinch my cheeks to achieve a rosy hue. My hair falls in waves on my shoulders, and I can't help but appreciate the curls, even if I don't enjoy anything Bill did yesterday.I look stunning.Satisfied with my appearance, I pick up my black Zara bag and head out the door. The sperm donor, Mr. Knight, sent me an address - "Bela Casa Hotel.â He offered to drop me off, but I politely declined; I must remind myself that I was doing this for my mother. Nobody else.Not for me. Not for Mr. Knight, and certainly not for the Marshalls.The Uber I ordered was already waiting out front when I stepped outside. âAre you Savannah?â the driver as
DominicI observe her green eyes glaring at me from across the table, and I can't help but smirk. She's feisty.I came here expecting to see his spoiled daughter, not this stunning beauty. Her hair falls in curls over her shoulder, and I'm tempted to know how soft they feel. Her lips, painted with nothing but lip gloss, are mesmerizing. Her dress hugs her body in all the right places, and her figure is so alluring that I find myself drawn to it.But no, I can't go there. I maintain my smirk as her eyes narrow at me. âSo you're going to be my wife?â I remark, scanning the room. âI wasn't expecting someone like you.ââSomebody like me?â she asks, curious about my perception. Her voice is soothing, almost like a siren's. Well, not that I've heard one, but I imagine this is what a siren sounds like.âYes,â I say, looking at her but not elaborating further. I expected her to ask for clarification, but she didn't.âIf you're expecting me to ask about what you mean, I'm afraid that's not goin
Savannah I walk ahead with Mr. Knights trailing behind me. Some nurses are shocked to see me, but I ignore their reactions. This is me without the Zombie makeup.I pause in front of the door. âDo you want to talk to her or see the doctor first?â I ask Mr. Knights.He tilts his head and answers curtly, âSee her.â He walks past me, pushing the door open, and my heart hammers in my chest.I follow him inside to find Mama looking pale, almost lifeless. Her feet and face have swollen. Tears sting the back of my eyes.âIt's worse than I thought,â Mr. Knights murmurs. âMaybe I should go see the doctor now.âHe turns to leave when Mama opens her eyes and looks around the room. Her gaze stops on me for a second, and then it widens as it lands on him. âIs that?â she croaks out, looking from him to me. âDid you bring him here?â Her tone is accusing.I nod. âHe's going to help us,â I answer, looking her square in the eyes. âHe's here to help.ââI don't need his help. I'd rather die than take anyt
DominicI still don't understand her reaction. It's pathetic. I've been replaying that moment, and I always feel the same way.Like a fool, that's right.She snorted at my options and signed them immediately without hassle. If I hadn't seen the challenging glint in her eyes, I would've thought this would be easy.Who would've thought my wife or contract bride would easily accept my rules?And to think that she pushed the announcement back; I thought she was anxious to be Mrs. Marshall, but I was wrong.âDude,â I snap back to the present, âyou're not even listening to what I said.âI scowl at Chris and say, âI am.â even though I wasn't, I have no idea what he was saying, and neither do I care when my mind is occupied with a certain someone.âBullshit.â He says as he looks at me, âYou have no idea what I was saying.ââSeriously, I am,â I say, trying to convince him even though I know it is a futile effort.He lifts his brows and asks, âWhat did I just say?âI shut my mouth. He glares at
SavannahThe surgery was successful! I squealed and hugged the doctor right after he delivered the good news. She's already been wheeled out of the operation room, and I'm so excited that I don't think about my actions before dialing Mr. Knight's number.âHello,â he answers on the third ring.âIt was successful! The doctors said everything is okay now." I blurted it out immediately.âThat's good to know.â His words remain indifferent. âDid you check the time before calling me?âI pause. âShit, I'm sorry.â It's ten here, so it's about four in the morning where he is.He grumbles, âIs she up yet?â he says, and then the sheets rustle.âNo, not yet, but anyway, I have to go. I'm sorry again about the time.ââWhen are you coming back?ââWe're flying back in four days. The doctor said she needs rest and observation.ââThey can observe her in the hospital she was admitted to here. You asked for a week; it's been five days. Taking an extra four might seem like you're not serious about the con
Hey Everyone!This is a bittersweet moment for me, and I am so glad I can finally take some time off my machine and relax!No hard feelings, but I deserve some me time.Now, unto more serious matters, this book has ended, putting us in an expectation of what is next. I am proud to announce that there is a sequel to this BOOK!!! Yayyyyyyy! Are you as excited as I am? Then scream with with me! YAYYYYYY!So, if you noticed, I have been dropping hints in this book about what to expect next, and I can't wait to dive into these lovely people's books. I hope you guys will be as patient with them as you were with Dominic and Savannah Marshalls.There is no release date yet, as I am taking a break, but keep your notifications on and stay tuned for updates!! I will create an Instagram and Facebook account when I start the next book for updated information!!!Thanks to everyone who gave this book a chance and decided to spend on it, including the comments; shout out to JUICY MISS, whose comment
SAVANNAHâCome back here!â I yell as I chase after my three-year-old son, who seems to be in the mood for his mischief. âZion! Get back here!âHe runs up the stairs and behind his father. âCâmon baby, let me him go,â my husband says as he looks at me. âI'm sure he didn't mean to.âI glare at him. âUh-huh, I'm sure he didn't mean to take the cookies I made personally for Thanksgiving.âDominic's eyes widen as he turns to his son, who throws him a toothy grin. âSee?â he says as he looks at his son. âHe didn't mean it.â I glare at him; he is a sucker for Zion.I roll my eyes as I stretch out my arms to him. âGive me my daughter,â I say as I smirk at him. âGo downstairs and care for everything else since you want to defend your son. Go ahead and take on the responsibility of cleaning the mess he made.âHe pouts. âBut I am holding our baby,â he says as he kisses our princess. âCâmon.âI glare at him. âGive her to me. You and your son go and take care of everything else.â He pouts, but I rem
DOMINICâItâs a boy!â I announce, pushing the door open. Excited squeals and gasps surround me as I look at our family. âI have to go back in!â I say, pulling the door close leaving the noise outside.My wife needs me.Re-entering, I see our baby boy lying on her chest as they clean her up. She looks up, eyes watering. âOur baby,â she says weakly, and I nod vehemently as I kneel before her bed, âHeâs so beautiful,â she says as she looks down at him. I nod as tears trail down my cheeks. âThank you,â I say, rubbing her head. âThank you.ââExcuse me, sir, please wait outside.â the nurse asks. I nod. âWeâll call you back in a few minutes.âI place a gentle kiss on her forehead. âI'll be right outside.â Leaning down, I kiss the top of my sonâs head and walk outside.I find myself turning and looking at the nurse, picking up the baby and going to clean him, I'm sure. Find everybody waiting eagerly. âHow are they?ââThey're fine. I think they are about to clean them up,â I say, closing the d
DOMINICThe atmosphere is charged with anticipation as I tap my feet, awaiting her. The space around me echoes the silent suspense. âShould we wait some more?â a voice asks, and I nod tightly, reassuring more myself than the speaker, âSheâll come. Sheâll be here soon.âAs I contemplate checking my phone, the door swings open, and my pulse goes haywire. She's here. She's adorned in a flowing white dress, eyes glistening as she approaches. I smile softly, and she reciprocates, causing my heart to pound. As she reaches me, she mouths, âI'm sorry.â I shake my head, pulling her into me. âI had cramps.âMy concern shows with a frown. âAre you okay? Is it severe?â I hold her at armâs length. âIs it okay?âShe smiles brightly. âYeah, I'm fine.â She exhales. âLet's do this.âI smile, kissing her forehead before taking my stance beside her. We're remarrying today, a private renewal of vows away from prying eyes. I wanted our loved ones present, but I asked her about the wedding she wanted, and s
SAVANNAHâOpen your eyes,â Dominic says as he removes his hands from my eyes. I blink as my eyes adjust to the surroundings, and gasps escape my lips.This is a house in the middle of a field surrounded by flowers of all kinds, a two-story building painted black and white.My lips stretch into a wide grin as the scent of the field and flowers fills the air. âDo you like it?â Dominic asks as he stands behind me. âIs it to your taste?âI whirl around to face him. âDo I like it?!â I ask as I look around, and he nods. âNo, I don't.â His face drops, and a broad smile spread across my face. âI freaking love it.âI see him breathe out a sigh of relief. âYou had me scared for a second,â he says as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me to him. âThis is ours.âMy eyes widen as I look at him. âFor us? You bought it?â He nods as he looks around. âWhy?âHe smiles. âI figure we have somewhere to escape and spend time together. We needed a getaway, and although I could've taken you anywhere worldw
Elizabeth Miller.I'm struggling with my thousands of emotions, a turbulent whirlwind. I've always prided myself on maintaining my resolve to stay clear of Sebastian Knights, and I've succeeded.They say there's a thin line between love and hate, and I've found that true. To release the love I once had for him, I had to blur that line and harbor a deep resentment for himâthe man who took everything from me.I shake my head, recalling our conversation the day Savannah shared the news of her pregnancy and the way he looked at me when I discovered he had given me his kidney.He saved my life, and why would he do such a thing? I cling to the notion that he did it for her, not me. Although I believe that, a small part of me questions: What if it was more than just for Savannah?What if he did it for me?I scoff at my thoughts as I step outside, my heart racing as I search for him. Sebastian Knights has always had a knack for breaking down every wall I built, and the hatred I clung to was a
DOMINIC âAnd this decision today was taken based on all the evidence and testimonies that were given to us today," my hands find Dominic's legs as he pulls me closer to him, "and it reads as follows."Savannahâs hands tighten around mine, and I pull her closer. âThe court has found the accused guilty as charged with every available evidence,â the judge continues. My hands tighten around Savannah, and I pull her closer to me. âThere will be no bond for Becca Knights and the rest of the defendants.â I see Evans' jaw clench tight.Aisha turns to us and smiles tightly. I scowl at her, knowing that she might have helped to save Savannah, but she was the reason she was taken in the first place.âBecca Knights is sentenced to a hundred years with no parole and heavy duties.â Becca's eyes widen, and she gasps as she looks at him before her eyes turn to us. I subconsciously pull Savannah closer to me. âSophia Knights is sentenced to fifteen years in prison with parole.â I see Sophia bow her he
SavannahI watch as Dad walks in with a woman whose eyes hold determination, and I hear Mom gasp beside me. I turn to her to find her watching the woman with wide eyes. Does Mom know who she is?The woman walks in, her shoulders high, and Becca's face pales when her eyes land on the woman. âIt can't be,â she whispers. âYouâIt can't beââI tilt my head, wondering what's going on. âSurprised to see me?â the woman asks as she looks at Becca, who is paling by the minute. âHas it been so long that you don't remember me?âDad places his hands on the woman's shoulder, and she looks up at him and nods as she's led to the podium. They hand her the Bible as she swears and turns to face everyone.Her eyes land on Sophia, and her lips quiver before her eyes find me. She looks almost proud to see me. Her eyes then go to Mom, and I see her eyes widen slightly.So, they know each other.The judge commands the attention of everyone. âPlease state your name and your relationship with the individuals in
SEBASTIAN KNIGHTS.FLASHBACK TO WHEN SEBASTIAN MET JJ WIFE!I drive endlessly around the streets, my heart in turmoil as I review everything that has happened in the last few days. I sigh, feeling a sharp headache, knowing I could've prevented everything.I park the car and rest my head on the steering wheel, the weight of it all pressing on my chest. I could have stopped this. I run my hand down my face and look outside. To my surprise, I'm at the graveyard. I haven't been here in years, but I don't understand why I stayed away. With nothing else to do, I push the car door open and step out.It's still the same as I remember itâquiet and calm. I look around at the graves, and my heart becomes heavy, realizing that these are the final resting places for people with dreams and accomplishments cut short by death. Why do people have to die? Wouldn't it be better if there were somewhere everyone goes after growing old instead of just disappearing?Pushing those thoughts aside, I walk throu