KATERINA There was some commotion outside the front door. I had just heard it as I got out of the bathroom, trying to prepare to go shopping at the mall for a few essentials since I did not have work today. I ended up just throwing on Vincent’s T-shirt and a pair of shorts before heading downstairs to see what the noise was about. The noises grew louder as I approached the door and I pulled it open at once on reaching it. When my eyes met with a little girl's with her dark curls falling softly around her face, clutching a worn stuffed bunny, I almost thought she’d stopped at the wrong house. But then I noticed her eyes—a striking, familiar gray. The same piercing color that belonged to Vincent, with a touch of softness that reminded me of Whitney. Next to her stood a woman, exhausted, holding the little girl’s hand firmly, as if afraid she might lose her any moment. Our butler was asking questions, his gaze shifting between the woman and the little girl with polite suspicion.
VINCENT Katerina pulled the door open for me, mumbling to the butler, "Never mind. I got this." And then she smile widely at me after opening the door, wrapping her arms around my body in a tight hug. Her smile was nervous as fuck, as if she had something to tell me, and I knew that she did. A child was in here, at the living room. I had peeked through the surveillance, because my girl sounded nervous as fuck and I had to know what was making her like that. It was either that or me storming out of the meeting I was in. There was a nanny with the little girl too. She was claiming that the child was mine, and Whitney was her mother. But how the fuck did that even happen? Katerina pulled away from me, her face twisting in an offended frown, "You don't want to hug me back?" She started to step aside, but then my hand gripped her waist and I pulled her to me with force so her body collided with mine. Katerina gasped, then burst into a fit of giggles as I planted kisses al
KATERINA"Oh God, Ava!" I cried out as the little girl bolted away from the living room as we all had reacted too slowly because of course, no one had expected that from her.Vincent was the first to run after her, and also the first to recover from the shock. He was behind her in no time, and I was next, followed by the nanny.Luckily, the butler was quick enough to stop her. Ava was crying and kicking in his arms, demanding to be set free, but he was not having it."You aren't going out of here without adult supervision, woman!" He yelled, but she was not having it."Let me go! My mommy will hurt me, she says he's the bad guy, I cannot be around him, please…" She continued to cry. My heart broke in pieces for her. What kind of a mother was Whitney for crying out loud? "Your mother hurt you, and you still think your daddy is the bad man?" Vincent blurted out and I pinned him with a look, but he did not spare me a glance, his eyes were still transfixed in his daughter who refused to
VINCENT I slammed my car door shut before I went over to the other side to open up for Katerina. "Thank you," she muttered, looking as eager to see Whitney as I was. She looked even more eager, but then again that was probably because the woman literally wore her emotions like a sleeve. We walked briskly inside the prison walls without really saying anything else to each other; we had talked enough on our way here. It was only when we were getting to her cell, that Katerina turned to face me, telling me, "I am going to let you talk to her. You are the one who is mostly affected by this, I would let you question her and whatnot without any interruptions but I also want to say stuff to her too, just so you know." She informed me, and I nodded, not wanting to say anything in response at first, except that nod, but after a quick glance at her face, I could see the desperation in her eyes for me to be okay and just like that, I just couldn’t keep to myself any longer. I threw m
'A divorce letter lies within this document. Do well to sign it.' Grace read the sentence over and over with shaky hands, and even if she wanted to welcome the presumption that this was some prank and this letter was not really sent to her by her husband, she knew she would be lying to herself. Throughout her 23 years of living, she had not met a man who was more formal in every single thing, than her husband—Vincent Powers. So, she continued to read the letter, whilst also trying to control the rapid beating of her heart. 'You will be settled handsomely for the years wasted. Fifty million dollars and a villa in any American state you choose. Your cars belong to you, as well. All three of them. Remit the letter back to James as soon as you are done with the signing. In conclusion, you have seven days to vacate this premises.' Grace's jaw dropped as soon as she read the last line. "What?" She whispered to herself, still drenched in disbelief. She lifted herself off the b
Grace held the sink as she threw up virtually everything in her stomach, until she could taste acid on her tongue. Wow, great. She thought to herself. Falling sick just when she had to clear her room. She knew Da'ana would definitely make good of her promise, so even with her eyes struggling to focus, she managed to leave the bathroom, meeting Simon at the door. "I'll help you clear your room." Simon told her at once, wrapping his hand around her waist as they stood side by side. Grace's eyes watered. "Aw, man, what would I possibly do without you?" She whispered, throwing her arms around him. He held her close for a while with a grin on his face, "Absolutely nothing, mate. C'mon, let's go." Then they pulled away from each other and began to head towards her room. While Whitney and Da'ana engaged in a conversation where they laughed on top of their voices, Simon helped Grace pack her things, doing everything in his power to cheer her up as he did. The minute they wer
"So sorry ma'am. I didn't know.." Tania kept apologizing, and Grace continued to tell her, "It's not your fault.. it's my favorite food, you could not have known that I would throw it up because of some stomach upset. Come on." She sighed, cleaning up the last bit of the mess before apologizing again and heading out. Grace went to wash her mouth, watching herself in the mirror for some minutes, before her gaze traveled to her stomach. "Please baby, would you let mommy eat? You don't want me to keep anything down?" She questioned, then continued, "I have to run a test today, I have to keep something in my stomach.. I'm feeling really dizzy already.." She smiled at the mirror. Maybe this was good. Grace knew it was too soon but she could not wait to hold her baby. Even if she had gotten pregnant on her very first sex and she still felt too young for the baby, she could not help the attachment for her unborn child which she was growing day by day. She loved him or her so
She lost consciousness after that and when she woke up again, she was in severe pain, but her thighs were being caressed, by not one pair of hands.. but two. It was still dark, so she assumed she had passed out for only a few minutes or maybe hours. Grace could not open her eyes, still. She was in so much pain and it was like her brain thought that opening her eyes to it would make things a lot worse. ".. I will go first. You can go for it after I have left my cum inside of her." A sinister laugh followed. Grace could not fully understand what they were talking about, but she managed to open her mouth and plead, "Please, help me. I know you have no reason to, but please. I will pay you whatever amount." Her voice was hoarse and nearly unintelligible, but the men understood her. And they laughed at her. "With what money? Whitney already took your settlement money.. or she is taking it as we speak. So tell me, how do you intend to pay us? And did you forget that you cannot as