Desmond was in his office when his phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and saw an unfamiliar number. He wanted to ignore the call but changed his mind immediately and answered the call.“Hello, Who is this?" He asked.“Good afternoon, Mr. Desmond. This is Clara from Elegance Boutique. I’m calling regarding an incident involving your partner, Miss Daniella.”Desmond’s heart skipped a beat. “What happened?”“Daniella was caught on our CCTV footage placing an earring into another customer’s handbag yesterday afternoon. The customer, Anabel, was then accused of stealing.”"Are you sure about this? There must be a mistake.” somewhere," Desmond said.“I’m afraid, Mr. Desmond, the evidence is clear. We reviewed the footage multiple times. It was clear that your partner intentionally placed the earring in the customer's bag.”"I'm so sorry about that. I hope it didn’t spoil anything. Is Anabel alright?” He asked, deeply concerned.“She was understandably upset, but after reviewing the foot
"I bagged the contract for you, Desmond." Daniella began. "She was never the one. She went to the back through her ways and did the dirty job. She can do anything just to get back to you. She's jealous and she is fighting you. I don't know why you have not acted on it. If you keep quite, she will do more." "You know what? Let's stop talking about this. Just avoid her please." Desmond said and turned to enter the bathroom. "Before I forget, I want to let you know that my mother will be coming to stay with us for a while." He heard Daniella spoke from his back and stopped, then turned in confusion. "Is like I didn't hear you well, what did you say?" Desmond asked. "You heard me, Desmond. I said my mom Will be coming over to stay with us for a while." Daniella repeated. "I can't believe you are the one saying this." Desmond shook his head. "Why are you saying so? I'm talking about my mother." "Who did you discussed that with?" Desmond asked. "I'm telling you now." "Just l
"My mom is different, and she's coming, Desmond.""I say what happens in this house. I don't want to see your mom in this house. You are free to visit her but she's not coming here." Desmond insists."I can see you don't love me anymore. You are changing. What have I done wrong?""You did nothing wrong. I'm doing what is best for us. I kicked my mother and sister out. I can never let your mom in." He finished and entered the bathroom."My mom is coming. Whether you like it or not. Unless you don't want me again." Daniella shouted, and Desmond ignored her. He needs to take his bath and rest......The next day, Daniella was watching a sports channel when her phone rang. She checked, and it was Leonard, her boyfriend. She smiled and picked up the call, then put it on loudspeaker. Desmond was not around, so she was free and relaxed."Hello babe, How are you doing?" Daniella greeted as she relaxed her back on the couch."I'm fine, love. I've missed you so much." Leonard said and Daniel
The next day, Desmond had come back from work and was flipping through the channels on TV when Daniella, who was busy on her phone, suddenly spoke up."Honey, I need to talk to you about something important," Daniella said, and Desmond glanced up from the remote control, his brow furrowing slightly. "What is that?""My close friend, Julie, is hosting a birthday party tomorrow, and she really wants me to be there." Daniella explained. "It's going to be a big celebration, and I haven't seen her for a while." She finished and Desmond's expression darkened. "Did you accept the invitation?""I just told you that she's my close friend. Why won't I accept the invitation?" Daniella replied."You know you are pregnant, right?" Desmond asked."Yeah, I'm aware. Any problem with that?" Daniella asked."I don't expect this question from you. There are things you need to avoid as a pregnant woman, and partying is one of them. You need to take care of yourself and the baby. Going to a party might not
"I know it sounds like a lot of money, but it's a special occasion, and I want to make it memorable for her. Besides, I've been meaning to get some new clothes for a while now.""You went for shopping just few days ego and here you are, asking for another money. Not even a small amount. Fifty thousand dollars. Do you want to make me broke?""Fifty thousand dollars will not make you broke. I need this." "Don't you have conscience?""I have conscience. I understand the situation and that is why I didn't mention two hundred thousand dollars. I just want to manage the fifty thousand dollars." Daniella said."Manage fifty thousand dollars? I can see how ungrateful you are. Were you spending like this before we met?""And what is wrong in spending on a woman who is carrying your child? I want to dress fine because of you. I represent you. And stop talking as if I'm not making any effort for our well being.""If you care, you won't be talking about this. It's not even your birthday. It's yo
At this moment, he could no longer fight back. It's been long since he received a nice blow job. Her mouth was wrapping around his dick like a warm, wet glove. He was hers completely, and she knew it. Her lips and tongue were working their magic on his raging dick.She pulled out and looked up to see Desmond's eyes closed. She smiled and gave him a sloppy hand job before she went back and began to bob her head up and down his dick. Desmond didn't know when he held the back of her head, encouraging her to suck him more.Just when they got to the peak, she stopped and climbed him, then shifted her pantie aside. Just as he wanted to penetrate her, she held his hand, stopping him."So, baby, will you send me the money now? Or should I climb down?" she asked, her voice husky with desire. "Send it now i will give you the best ride of your life." She added while while rubbing his cap along her slit, sending electric spark along his veins."I will send it to you." Desmond replied. "Let's just
The next day, Daniella woke up before Desmond and prepared breakfast for him. She kept her demeanor calm, masking the excitement that was bubbling in her heart.Desmond got prepared and wore his suit. He was surprised when Daniella called him for his breakfast. He didn't say anything about it but hoped it would continue that way.When Desmond finished his breakfast, he kissed Daniella on her forehead. "Be very careful when you get there. Don't stay late. I want you to come back on time. See you later in the evening.""It's alright." Daniella replied, and Desmond grabbed his office box and made his way out to the entrance door. "Have a great day at work." Daniella said from behind, but deep down, she knew she wasn't even going to come late. She would sleep over and enjoy her night with Leonard.Just as Daniella heard his car drive out, she smiled and cleared the table. She had the entire day to prepare for Leonard's birthday party. After washing the dish, she set up to prepare.First, s
As they were talking, the doorbell rang. Leonard knew who were knocking and went to open the door for them. When he opened the door, it was five of his friends, as he expected."Happy birthday, Leonard!" His friends cheered as they entered, carrying gifts and bottles of champagne. The room was quickly filled with more friends. They settled in, ready to celebrate with him.Daniella played the perfect hostess, ensuring that everyone had a drink and felt comfortable even though she was pregnant. They didn't waste time in lightening the cake and wishing him well when he brewed it. Soon, the party kicked into high gear, and Leonard's friends took turns sharing funny stories and toasting to his health and happiness.After a few rounds of drinks, someone suggested playing a game to lighten things up. "How about we play 'Never Have I Ever'?" One of Leonard's friends suggested, with a mischievous grin on his face.The group agreed, and they gathered in a circle, each person holding a drink. The
"Then what are we going to do now?" Jethro asked. "I will call an ambulance to take him to the hospital." The doctor said and picked up his phone. He called the hospital for an ambulance and turned to Anabel and Jethro. "I have called for the ambulance. It will be here soon, and your dad will be taken care of." Anabel’s breath shuddered as fresh fear consumed her. Her greatest nightmare—the thought of losing her father—was tightening its grip around her chest. She couldn’t lose him. She wouldn’t lose him. But right now, it felt like she had no control over that fate. Every second felt like an eternity until the ambulance finally arrived. The flashing lights reflecting off the smooth pavement. The paramedics moved with urgency, but their presence only heightened Anabel’s anxiety. Jethro, her brother, immediately rushed forward to assist Dr. Maxwell in lifting their father from the bed. Anabel stood back, frozen, her hands trembling as she watched them carefully maneuver Sir Orton
Without wasting a second, Anabel called her brother, Jethro. The moment he picked up, she repeated the same panicked message.“Dad collapsed! You have to come home!”“I’ll be there, Anabel! Just hang on!” Jethro replied.After ending the call, she knelt beside her father again, gripping his hand as she watched his shallow breathing. “Daddy, stay with me,” she whispered through her tears. “Don’t leave me. Help is coming. Nothing will happen to you. You are going to be fine.”A few minutes later, she heard a car pull up. She was expecting the doctor, but when the door opened, it was her brother, Jethro. He had to speed up immediately after he answered the call."We need to take him to the hospital," Jethro said just as he entered the room."I've called the doctor. He said he's coming.""You have called the doctor, and he's yet to come?" Jethro asked."I don't know what is delaying him. He said he's coming already.""I don't think I'm going to have that patience. Come on, let's carry him
At this point, she could barely breathe. She was confused and didn’t know what to do. Her dad had been struggling on his own until he went weak. Her dad had been fighting with asthma for a very long time, though he always controlled it. But today, she couldn't tell what triggered it. And she was so startled to see that his inhaler was empty. He always bought dozens of it. But since he started taking his drugs, he has found the inhaler unnecessary. These days, he barely uses it. She tried to wake him up, but it all went futile. At this point, she doesn't need any prophet to tell her that her dad needed urgent medical attention. Anabel zipped down her handbag. Her hands trembled as she fumbled with her phone. Her fingers were slicked with sweat as she scrolled through her contacts. Her breath was uneven, her heart hammering in her chest. She struggled to keep her thoughts straight, but the sight of her father lying motionless on the floor had shattered any semblance of calm she
The next morning, as the soft beams of sunlight filtered through the windows in Anabel’s room, Anabel was busy at her desk, clicking away on her system. Her fingers were moving rapidly over her computer keyboard as she worked through tasks with total focus. Even though she seemed focused, her mind was restless. She had been debating whether or not to visit Sylvester and Vanessa that morning. Desmond’s words had burrowed deep into her thoughts, creating an unsettling doubt that she couldn’t shake. She needed answers. She needed to confirm what was true. She wasn't ready for another heartbreak. Not when she hasn't even recovered from the first heartbreak. Hours passed, and finally, she leaned back in her chair, exhaling sharply as she finished her work. She closed her laptop and rubbed her temples as she tried to clear her thoughts. With a quiet sigh, she got up and stretched before heading to the bathroom for a quick shower. As the warm water cascaded down her skin, her thoughts
Without wasting any time, the dad asked, “Why did you reject Reuben? You can't tell me you are not ready for marriage because that is what you need now. A man that will take good care of you and your child.” Anabel let out a sigh and leaned back against the headboard. “I don’t like him," she said flatly. “I’m not just interested in him.” She answered, and her father crossed his arms as he gazed at her. “That doesn’t matter much. What matters is that he loves you. Reuben is a good man. Ever since I knew him, he never caused trouble. All you need is a man that will love and take good care of you. You can start loving him after marriage. You think all those successful marriages started with love? No—commitment comes first, and love follows.” Anabel shook her head, standing her ground. “That’s not how it works for me, Dad. My heart isn’t in it.” Sir Orton exhaled slowly as he sensed frustration creeping into him. He wasn’t angry—not yet—but he was growing weary of Anabel's choices.
Her father continued. “I’ve told him everything. About your first marriage and your divorce. I also told her about your pregnancy, and he still accepted.” Anabel’s lips parted slightly in surprise, but she quickly composed herself. Reuben was a very cute guy, but looking at him, she doesn't see herself gisting with someone like him. She shifted in her seat before speaking. “I appreciate you looking out for me, Father. And I thank the Johnsons for coming.” Sir Johnson smiled faintly, observing her with an unreadable expression. Reuben remained unmoved as he continued to watch her with silent interest. Anabel took a breath and continued, “Under normal circumstances, I might have asked for time to think it over because we have never talked about it. But there is no need for that.” Her father leaned forward slightly and asked. “And why is that?” "I don't know how this will sound, but I am not interested in marriage now.” She answered, and the room went silent. No one was expecting
Anabel got back home and stepped out of her car. Her mind was still occupied with thoughts about her hospital visit. The conversation with Desmond had stirred something in her—an unease she had tried to push aside but couldn't fully ignore. As she walked toward her father’s grand villa, she noticed two luxurious cars parked neatly in the driveway. She slowed her pace slightly, and her brows knitted together as she took in the unfamiliar, expensive cars. She tried to recall if they were expecting visitors, but nothing came to mind. She tried to recognize the cars, but she couldn't. One was a gold Bugatti, and the other one was a gray Rolls Royce. The latest and the most expensive car in the country. Even though her father was known to have high-profile associates, these cars weren’t ones she recognized. The insignias, the vip plate number. They belonged to people of significant wealth, people who rarely made unexpected visits. Anabel straightened her posture and entered through
Desmond glanced away, knowing that it wasn't even his problem at the moment. His main problem was that someone was about to extort a big amount of money from her. He couldn't stand it. "Yeah, I know, but that’s not my problem right now." He said with a weak voice. Bella raised an eyebrow in curiosity and asked. "What do you mean it’s not your problem? What’s going on? Which other problem do we have here than winning her back?" Desmond hesitated for a moment before letting out a deep sigh. "There’s a man. Her so-called new boyfriend." "Does she have a boyfriend?' Bella asked. "Yeah, but the problem is that he's deceiving her. He’s about to extort a huge amount of money from her." Mrs. Elizabeth and Bella both stared at him in shock, but Bella was the first to speak. "A huge amount of money?" "How much money are we talking about?" His mom asked with a voice tinged with disbelief. "I know you guys won't believe this, but this man is about to extort three million dollars from her.
Desmond's mom let out a long sigh and let her shoulders sag slightly. "I don’t blame her, though. She has every right to be angry. After everything we did, after how we treated her... I wouldn’t stop to listen either." Bella, who was standing a few steps away, folded her arms tightly across her chest. "But she should at least hear us out," Bella muttered. "Why would she do that? I mean, we are trying to apologize. We are trying to make amends, aren’t we? It’s not like we are asking for much. She could have rolled down the window for a second. Just a second." Mrs. Elizabeth shook her head gently and glanced at her daughter. "Bella, don't say that. She's angry, and she should be. This is not about what we think she should do. We pushed her away. We hurt her. She doesn’t owe us her time, not after the way we treated her." Bella huffed in response and said,. "Yeah, okay, we were wrong. But if she doesn’t let us talk, how are we supposed to make it right? She should have just let us tal