Desmond couldn't believe he was about to sleep without sex. He has never been in that situation. He was angry, but he couldn't do anything. He doesn't want to force her, and he can't possibly fix the wedding because she was denying him her body.Daniella was expecting him to dance to her tune, but he turned, facing his back at her. Daniella was disappointed. She thought he would fix the wedding date if she denied him sex, but it failed.Desmond didn't say anything again, leaving Daniella unsettled. She wanted to change her mind and reconcile with Desmond, but she couldn't. At this point, she needed to maintain her sneeze.Both slept off afterwards. The next day, Desmond woke up and got prepared. He didn't even talk to her.As he was about to leave, he heard Daniella's voice from the back, "You are leaving without even talking to me?""Why will I talk to you? Can you let me be? Can you?""Is it about last night? I...I'm sorry. I....I overreacted, and I'm sorry.""I don't have time for y
"I'm not a public food. I'm reserved for rich men like you. I'm sure I'm more endowed than the woman in your house. Men like you eat flesh and not bones.""I'm still not interested.""You don't know what you are about to miss.""I'm not missing anything. I have a pregnant woman in my house. You want me to cheat on her? Will it be fair? Remember she's a woman like you." Desmond said, trying to play emotional counterstrategy."It's not a big deal. Men cheat on their pregnant wives. I once had sex with a man whose wife was about to deliver. He was speaking with her on the phone while I was busy riding him. So you won't be the first.""And you think it's normal? They probably don't love their wife. I won't try that.""I can see you are not a real man. Real men cheat on their wives. They have fun with multiple women, something they won't get from their wives. I will leave you and wait for real men. Your loss." She said and stood up, then sauntered off, swaying her immaculate ass from side t
"Well, you are bold. I will give you that. But I'm not the type of man you think I am. I will appreciate it if you leave my sight." Desmond said and continued with his drink."Stop talking as if you often get a hot woman like me chatting you up." She said, and Desmond chuckled. He couldn't tell if she was joking or if she actually thought she was something special."As old as you are, you are still feeling yourself as if you are anything special. I think you have the wrong idea about who you are talking with.""No, you are the one who is mistaken. All I know is that at the end, you and I will be leaving together. We are going to know each other very well. I mean...very well. And by that. I mean, we are going to my place. We are going to get naked and have lots of sex.""I... I... what?" Desmond stammered, shaking his head. He was lost for words. He was baffled. Was she joking or what? Was she pranking him? How could an old woman like her presume that a handsome, rich guy like him would
(Few Days Later. In a conference meeting)As Anabel was giving her speech, Sylvester, a medium-profile businessman, was sitting at the back of the auditorium with his arms crossed. The conference had drawn in some of the most brilliant minds from the state, and Anabel was one of them.His eyes were fixed on the stage, watching Anabel's speech. She was taking the podium with a confident stride. Sylvester found himself captivated with her excellent command of speech. Not just by her ideas, but by her very presence. There was a certain spark in her, an undeniable energy that commands attention.Ever since she witnessed Anabel's action on Zacklid's group launching day, he had been looking forward to meet her, which was the main reason he came to the conference meeting. He had done research about her and had gotten all the information he needed. HER REAL IDENTITY. Thanks to his boys, who worked it out without wasting time.When the event came to an end, Sylvester made his way to the front o
"I don't think it's necessary. If you are here to talk about love, then we have to call it a day." Anabel said."It's okay. But can we be friends? I will like to be a friend. We can get to work in the future. Like collaboration or something like that." Sylvester said, and Anabel stared at him. He looked rich and smart, qualified to have her personal number."I will give you my number, but don't disturb me. I'm a busy person." Anabel said and gave him her number. Sylvester smiled, he have taken a step to get Anabel. He knew he wouldn't fail.Days passed and he began to send love messages. Anabel would read and ignore. She didn't want to give him any chance...A week later, Anabel's father handed one of his companies to her. "You will become the acting CEO. If you survive, you will have the company." It was an automobile company. An electric car that was working with an advanced driver's assistant system, just like Zacklid group. She was happy and ready to move it to another level..
Anabel smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. "Thank you, Sylvester. I really appreciate it."Twenty minutes later, a tall, lanky guy with a messy beard and a mop of curly hair walked into Anabel's office. He was dressed in a pair of ripped jeans and a faded t-shirt, and he looked like he had just rolled out of bed."Hey, sorry I'm late," he said, extending a hand to Anabel. "I'm Max."Anabel shook his hand, trying not to stare at his disheveled appearance. He doesn't look like a professional. He looked like an indoor hacker who couldn't bag a job. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Max. Thank you for coming."Max nodded and turned to Sylvester. "What is the problem?""Mr. Jenkins will tell you everything." Sylvester said, and Jenkins explained everything to him.When Jenkins finished, Max nodded. "I think I can resolve it. Can you show me the system?"Mr. Jenkins led Max to the server room, and Anabel followed, curious to see what Max would do.For the next thirty minutes, Max worked hi
"I think Sylvester is right. This company needs the best man, and I think it will be nice if we take Mr. Max." Anabel said."But what about Mr. Jenkins, the current head of the IT department?" The manager asked. "Will you fire him?""I understand your concerns, Mr. Mike," Anabel said with a gentle voice. "But I have to think about what's best for the company. And right now, I think Max is the best person for the job."Mr. Jenkins' face fell, and he looked like he was going to cry. "But what about me?" He asked with a voice which was barely above a whisper. "What am I supposed to do?"Anabel felt a pang of sympathy for the older man, but she knew that she couldn't let sentiment cloud her judgment. She turned to Jenkins with a thoughtful expression on her face. "I won't let you go. No, I won't fire you. I want to offer you a chance to stay with the company. You can work under Max, and I'm sure both of you can work together and lift the company to the next level."Jenkins' face lit up wit
After meeting Anabel, he left the company with a satisfied smile. He have achieved what he wanted. It was all planned, and it worked perfectly. Just yesterday, Sylvester was sitting at his desk, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the keyboard as he was reviewing the latest reports from Anabel's company. He had been meticulously gathering information, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. A knock on the door interrupted him. He glanced at the clock and then got up to open the door. He opened the door and It was Max, his trusted friend and skilled hacker. "Evening, Sylvester," Max greeted and stepped inside. "You called." Sylvester nodded and closed the door behind him. "Yeah, I have a job for you. It's a big one, and if we pull it off, it will set everything in motion." Max raised an eyebrow with a smile. "I'm listening." Sylvester led Max to the living room, where he had set up a makeshift command center. He pointed to the screen displaying detailed schematics and data from
The judge entered the room, a middle-aged woman with a commanding presence. Everyone rose briefly before sitting back down as the proceedings began. The judge’s eyes moved across the room, first landing on Daniella and her barrister, then shifting to Desmond, who sat by his mother and younger sister."Mr. Desmond." The judge spoke up, "Where is your legal representation?"Desmond rose slowly and adjusted the cuffs of his suit, then said clearly, "I don’t have one, Your Honor. I don’t need it."The judge raised an eyebrow, slightly taken aback by the casual confidence in Desmond’s voice. He nodded and gestured for him to sit. Daniella, however, couldn’t resist the opportunity to mock."Of course you don’t." Daniella said. "You know nothing can help you, Desmond. Even you know that hiring a lawyer would be a waste of money."Desmond didn’t look at her. He remained seated, looking away and totally ignoring her. The judge frowned and turned to Daniella. "Mrs. Daniella, please keep quiet.
"I believed in you. I rooted for you. I thought you were the one who would make Desmond happy by giving him a child, who would build a future with him. I treated you like my own daughter. But you. You had nothing but greed and deceit in your heart. You planned all of this. You wanted to ruin this family and take everything my son worked so hard for." Mrs. Elizabeth said, and Daniella gave a nonchalant shrug. "You don't have to keep wasting your energy ranting. It won't change anything. Let’s just say I knew how to play my cards. Life is a game, Mrs. Elizabeth. I played, and I played well." At this point, Bella stepped forward. "You think you played well? Wait until the end of today, Daniella. You will find out who played better. Spoiler alert: it won’t be you. You will leave this building with nothing but tears." She said, and Daniella threw her head back and laughed. "You are delusional! The law is on my side. You can’t cheat your way out of this if that is what you people are pl
At the entrance of the court building, Leonard was making a call while Daniella was waiting for him so they could go in together. When he finished, just as they were about to walk in, Daniella heard a familiar rumbling purr of an engine. It wasn’t just any car. She knew that sound anywhere. The sound of the Rolls Royce Desmond bought for her. She turned to look, and sure enough, the sleek, glimmering vehicle pulled up to the curb and came to a smooth halt. Her lips curled into a small smile. It was as if Desmond brought it back for her. In her mind, she will be driving it home by the end of the day. "He must have brought it to make me jealous." Daniella said smugly. "Only if he knew that he’s practically bringing my car right to me. How convenient. He just made it easy for me." Leonard laughed along with her. "It’s like he’s rolling out the red carpet for you. What a gentleman he is." Daniella’s eyes sparkled with satisfaction as she kept watching the car, waiting for them
At the other side, Desmond was wearing his clothes, getting ready to visit the court. The moment he would finally put an end to Daniella's schemes. She thought she was walking into victory, that half of his empire was already hers. But she had no idea what was waiting for her. On his desk lay a neatly stacked pile of papers. At the very top was the prenuptial agreement. A document Daniella had signed out of excitement. She was too excited and too focused on her scheme to pay attention to the fine print. Today, Desmond couldn't wait to see the look on her face when she learned the truth. When she realizes she wasn’t entitled to a single penny of his properties or assets. She had built her ambitions on a foundation that would crumble beneath her. He could already imagine the shock on Daniella’s face, the disbelief when she realized she had been outmaneuvered. She had been gloating, too confident that the divorce would leave Desmond devastated and stripped of everything he had work
The morning of the long-anticipated and awaited court day arrived. It was a day Daniella had been eagerly waiting for. A day she believed would mark her ultimate victory over Desmond. She woke up with a smile stretching across her face. Her excitement was practically radiating through the air. She couldn't wait to get her hands on Desmond's properties.She entered the bathroom and rinsed her face, then entered the kitchen to prepare something for Leonard and herself. She didn't take time in the kitchen. Soon, everything was done. They ate together and began to prepare.After taking her bath, she stood before the mirror, carefully applying her makeup. Her confidence was evident in the way she carried herself. She chose a red, sharply tailored pantsuit she had bought specially for the day. A dress that exuded power and dominance. She wanted to appear like the boss she was about to become.For Leonard, he had opted for a more casual look. He chose a leather jacket, which he wore over a p
When Anabel walked in, they had already composed themselves in a way that no one would find out that something happened. "The food is ready, Sylvester," Anabel said. "Oh! so quick." He replied and turned to Vanessa. "Let me go and eat. I'm coming." He said and left with Anabel. She had served only hers and Sylvester's since Vanessa had taken the fruit salad. Vanessa remained in the room while Sylvester went out with her to eat. She wanted to go with them and eat, but she needed to keep up the charade that she can't eat rice and remained on the bed. "Wow, the aroma is great!" Sylvester commented and sat on the seat. "Yeah, I took my time and made it special." Anabel replied and took her own seat. Sylvester picked up his spoon and began to eat. He was eating in silence, all his attention focused on the food. Anabel was expecting him to start up a lovely conversation, but he continued to eat in silence. As Anabel and Sylvester kept eating, a strange feeling lingered in
At a point, she paused for a moment, wiping her hands on a towel, and glanced toward the hallway where Sylvester had disappeared moments ago. She couldn't help but began to think of why he had left her alone in the kitchen. She had asked him to stay and help, knowing that her pregnancy sometimes made tasks like cooking more challenging. She never cooks at home, but here she was, cooking for them. It wasn’t that she couldn’t manage on her own, but his decision to leave her felt inconsiderate. She had wanted his company, his support, and yet he had chosen to be with Vanessa instead. It wasn’t just about the physical help. It was about feeling valued, feeling like her presence mattered. But now, she was alone in the kitchen, left to handle everything while Sylvester tended to Vanessa. She shook her head, trying to push the thought aside. Sylvester had said he needed to check on Vanessa, to make sure she was eating the fruit salad she had brought. It was a reasonable excuse, but at
Vanessa looked up as he entered, then curiously asked. "Has she started cooking?""She’s just about to," Sylvester replied, sitting down beside her.Vanessa smirked, setting the container aside. "Anabel will make a good maid," she said, and Sylvester frowned slightly. "Vanessa, don’t say that about her.""Why not?" Vanessa shot back. "Am I wrong? She’s always eager to help, bringing fruit salads. It’s like she lives for serving us. Isn’t she? She will do whatever we ask without question. Honestly, she will make a perfect maid." She finished, and Sylvester sighed, shaking his head. "She’s doing all of this out of kindness, Vanessa. Let’s not talk about her like that. She's just a good girl and not dumb. She's doing it for the love she has for me." Sylvester said, but Vanessa laughed. "You are talking as if you care for her." "All I need is the money, yes. We don't need to mock her.""But she’s practically doing everything we ask without hesitation. Isn't she?" Vanessa asked. "Anyway,
"Anabel, you are here." Vanessa said. She kept her voice light but carefully tinged with a hint of fatigue to keep up the pretense. Anabel smiled and walked up to her, then set the fruit salad on the bedside table. "I was planning to visit you in the hospital before Sylvester called me to tell me that you had been discharged. How are you feeling today?" Vanessa gave her a faint, appreciative smile. "I’m doing better, thank you very much. You have always been so supportive." "You are my boyfriend's cousin sister. I take you as my sister. I will always be there for you." Anabel said and pulled a chair closer to the bed and sat down. That was when Sylvester walked in. "Now that you are home, don't work yourself out. Recovery takes time, so don’t push yourself too hard. Just focus on resting and getting your strength back." Anabel said, and Vanessa nodded lightly, doing her best to appear fragile. "I will try." "Yeah, you need to. I'm here to help and do the cooking." Anabel s