"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 much already, and they had not even met. Was this what motherhood felt like? Like you finally had purpose? A knock resounded on the door, jarring her thoughts. She washed her hands, splashed some water on her face, and when the second knock came, she responded, "Coming." She unlocked the door and pulled it open, revealing a guard on the other side. She raised a brow. "Uh.. is there a problem?" "None at all. The Boss asked us to get you so we can start the trip to the OB-GYN." He announced, which got Grace even more confused. She went to pick up her cellphone to confirm the time. It was 10am. The appointment to the OB-GYN was scheduled for 2pm. "He sent me a text. He said we would go there by 2pm. Why would he want to go do early all of a sudden?" Grace was confused. If there was anything she knew Vincent for, it was mostly for keeping to time. Never too late, never too early. He was always perfectly punctual, which was why none of this made sense to her. The guard looked almost as confused as she was. "Did he not send you another text? He asked that the time should be changed. The appointment has been booked already." "He didn't. Hold on, I'll call him." Grace suggested, dialing Vincent's number at once. Her expression dropped when he did not still answer on the third ring. Bold of her to think that he cared enough to pick up her call after everything. She looked back up at the guard, trying not to die of embarrassment. "I, uh… I'll go change now. I'll meet you downstairs." He simply nodded and left the door, allowing her to shut it and rest her back against it, trying not to cry. Funny how she used to be almost emotionally unavailable, but now she would cry for every little thing. She took deep breaths, then leaned off the door and went to change her clothes. Soon, she was in the car and they were on their way to the OB-GYN. She had just put on her seatbelt at the back, trying to keep Vincent's voice off her head while at it, "Put on your seatbelt, Grace. I would prefer you getting to the event in one piece." He would say. Those were the moments that deceived her into thinking that he actually cared. How stupid of her… The car began to go faster than she would like, and she was getting dizzy, so she requested, "Can you slow down, please? I feel like I might throw up with this speed." Maybe it was her ears, she thought, but she heard a scoff, and the car was not slowing down at all. Far from that. She blinked slowly, not understanding why they had acted like they had not heard her; both the driver and the guard. "Um.. hello? I asked to reduce the speed? Why… Why are you guys, ah—" Her head had started to throb now, she was developing a headache from how fast they were going. She held the seat in front of her, immediately deciphering that something was utterly wrong. She tried to look at the guard properly, and discovered that she had never really seen that face around.. and the driver was not her regular driver either. Oh God… what was this? How could she be so stupid? "Please, please, I do not know what this is all about but I am pregnant. Whatever this is, just leave me out of it, I'm begging you." She started, but the guard just turned to her in a sharp move, causing her to jolt back in fear. "Shut up. Do you hear me? Shut your mouth and let us get this over with. You will be dead in no time, I will get paid, and this will be over. Now be a good girl and shut up." He barked at Grace, who was now shivering from fear. "No…" She cried, "No please, I'll do anything. I'll pay you double, my husband is a billionaire, he'll give you whatever amount you want, just name your price… please, please just don't kill me." "Ugh, fuck. I thought you guys said she was a quiet one. Don't need her nagging into my ears throughout this ride man. Do something about it." The driver requested, and then he slowed down a little so the guard could get off his chair and face her at the back. Before she could understand what exactly was going on, the material had already been pressed to her nose, and she struggled and struggled, until she couldn't anymore. Grace woke up to a sharp pain on her side, and the chill of what seemed like rock underneath her. Her eyes peeled open to approaching darkness, and a couple of streetlights were the only source of lighting in the street. Grace had not finished looking around when she spotted her, and her jaw dropped slowly. She was here, dressed in high boots, a leather jacket and her favorite red lipstain. She recognized her perfectly, even in the darkness. "Whit… Whitney?" Whitney grinned, "Hello there, babes! I would say it's lovely to see your face but then I would be lying. Thankfully though, this would be the last time I would be seeing your face, so I guess it works for me." "What… Oh my God. You stripped me of my clothes? How did I not notice that at first? Why would you do that in public? In the middle of a street?" Grace questioned, trying to cover up herself as she noticed a group of men standing at one corner. She was only in her bra and panties. Mismatched, to make things even worse. "Well luckily for you, this street is technically abandoned, so nobody gets to see your unattractive body. If you ask me, I would say good for them. Luckily for me, though, I get to kill you, and no one would be able to save you." She ended her rant with a kick to Grace's shin, causing her to fall back on the ground, the back of her head slamming against the asphalt. Tears gathered in her eyes, and she moved back a bit, her lips shaking as she tried to plead, "Please. Please, Whitney.. tomorrow is the last day of the ultimatum, and I promise you, I will leave. You will never see me again, just spare my life.. I'm pregnant and I—" "Oh I know." She interrupted Grace's rant with a sinister smile. "You are really slow, else you would have figured out that it is exactly why I brought you out here. Overheard your chitchat with my man, and sincerely I have to say you are one desperate little fool. You cannot just stay away, can you? Well, I'll have to keep you away forever." "No.. No, please." Grace scrambled to her feet and began to back up, then took off running after a few steps. "Get her!" The silence in the street had been broken successfully by her hurried footsteps and labored breathing. The said street was lined with derelict buildings, their windows shattered and doors hanging on rusted hinges. No one lived here, no one could save her here, Grace thought fearfully, as tears poured down her cheeks. She realized as well that she was hungry, she had not eaten since that morning and she was so hungry, her stomach twisted in pain. The moon barely shone through the thick clouds above, casting an eerie glow on the cracked pavement, and it did not help matters. It was so dark, she barely knew where she was running to. The men were getting closer, their shouts echoing through the abandoned structures. Whitney watched from a distance, hidden by the shadow of a crumbling building. Her face was illuminated only by the dim glow of her phone screen as she watched the scene unfold with a mix of anticipation and satisfaction. A glance behind told Grace they were still closing in, their forms menacing in the half-light. She was about to take a desperate turn down an alley, hoping against hope that it would lead her to safety, but she had either been too slow, or they were too fast. Arms wrapped around her and threw her over their shoulder, kicking and screaming. The moment they got to where Whitney stood, she ordered with a sickenly sweet smile, "Finish off the child first, would you?" So they threw her off their shoulder but kept her on her feet. Grace began to struggle almost immediately but a sharp pain in her abdomen stopped her at once. A panicked look revealed a small, bloodstained knife in the hand of one of the men. And then she fell. Grace held her side whilst struggling to breathe on the floor, her heart racing with so many thoughts as she tried to stop the blood from flowing out too much. Her ringtone suddenly resounded and she managed to look up, seeing Whitney with the device, her face turning pale momentarily before she picked up, then bent and dropped the phone on the tarred ground. "Grace?" Grace gasped when she heard Vincent's voice, and she immediately dashed towards the phone before a kick to her wounded side had her stopping in her tracks once again. Vincent was still saying some things, but for that moment, Grace’s mind could only focus on the pain…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
YEARS LATER GRACE ~NOW 'KATERINA MONTEGO' "Uncle… you have to eat something. I will not leave until you have had something to eat. Your doctor would be here anytime soon. You have to be strong to be able to receive treatment." I begged, but he was not having it. "Rina, darling. It is just a matter of days now, maybe hours before I pass. I appreciate you for trying all you can to keep me alive, but the time is ticking faster. I wish I could be here to watch you win. To watch you finally get the revenge you deserve against all those that wronged you.. against the ex-husband that sent you off to be killed—" He paused to cough violently and I immediately retrieved the glass of water on his bedside table and fed it to him as he sat there on his bed, resting against his headboard. "We can talk about my revenge later, uncle. Now is not the time, you need to get better." I tried to smile at him as I took his hand in mine. He shook his head no, his eyes weak as he gazed into min
VINCENT"Kat Wines? Hasn't this person heard about the fact that we own this territory? Why would he or she go ahead and build a head company anywhere near us?" My assistant, James, queried. I was in no mood to reply. I could not care less about the launch that we were invited to… or rather, the one that I was more specifically invited to. And most certainly, I could not care less about yet another foolish rival.I only cared about the fact that whoever it was had been given a fighting chance.So it was my turn to ask, "How come you were not aware of this situation? Because that is the only explanation, seeing as that company was allowed to see the light of day."I leaned back even more against my chair, but I was not watching him. I was focused on the document in front of me, using my fingers to flip the pages absentmindedly."In truth, I knew. I thought it would not be much of a problem. I warned them, did everything to keep them away, used all the tactics. They still stayed, and e
KATERINA I was not prepared for this. I thought I was, but looking him in the eye now, I realized that I was totally unprepared. I had overestimated my strength and unfortunately for me, this was only the beginning. "Grace?" He called out and I froze, totally unprepared for that hit. Well, at least, not so fast. We stood there looking at each other for what seemed like unending minutes, until I finally broke the stare and opened my mouth to counter what he had said, but the words seemed stuck in my throat. "What the hell did you just call me?" I eventually asked, my voice a little shaky, which I tried to hide. "You look different. Wrong. But sometimes when I look at you, I—" I cut in at once, before he got more ideas that could ruin this, "My name is Katerina Montego, daughter of the Late Mr Montego, who was one of the biggest business moguls in several countries. Maybe you know my cousin? Maybe you are referring to him.. because people do say that Kelvin and I share some
VINCENT"You mean she flat out asked for war right to your face? Has she been living under a rock all this while?" James queried, pacing up and down my office. "Looks and acts like a fighter. Intrigued already. Maybe I should allow her around for sometime." I responded and James turned to look at me like I was crazy.And perhaps I was crazy. It was just a while since I had allowed some drama in my life, and there was something very, very intriguing about this woman. Katerina Montego; sounded just right for her, and the same time, very wrong.Maybe she could stick around just long enough until I figured out what it was with her, or until I got bored."Do you understand the implication of keeping her around, Sir? Sales will begin to stop, stat." He reasoned, but I was too far gone in my plan."I have other chains of businesses. Minor losses will not cause me to go bankrupt overnight, James." I stressed, and he looked like he wanted to speak again, but sighed and just went to take a sea
KATERINAI met his eyes from across the table and immediately felt goosebumps cover my skin. It was like he had a smirk on his face, but at the same time, he looked really nonchalant.Could it be that he planned this because I had decided to be a chicken and kept avoiding him?I decided to shake the thought off my head and focus on the meeting. From the corner of my eye, I saw him sit up and I sat straighter too, for some reason.God, I knew I should have brought Kelvin along.. because how did this man manage to get so much hotter after four years?"So.. Miss Montego. We all introduced ourselves already. You are here now, please do introduce yourself." Ray requested, smiling down at me. I smiled back and stood up slowly, then deciding to kill the stupid nervousness, I tipped my chin up as I started,"My name is Katerina Montego, and I am the owner of Kat Wines, a business which focuses on making sure that everyone gets quality wines, no matter their social status. I am 27 years of age
VINCENT "I'm not going anywhere with you." She answered me, sassy as hell, and I simply nodded. Then turned to one of my guards, who immediately went to the one person guarding her and sent him to the ground with two painful-sounding punches. Her eyes widened as she rushed to him, calling out his hand over and over while he struggled to get a hold of himself. After checking him over and over, he eventually stood up, looking mad but bleeding through his nose like a wuss. Katerina noticed that a small group had started to form, and she got up at once, turning to me. "Ten minutes. That is all I have to spare for you." She shot at me, her eyes fierce, and her voice having a sharp edge to it. "You do not get to negotiate that either, love. Simply follow me." Without warning, her guard charged at mine for retaliation but he'd barely gotten one punch in before he was tackled to the ground again. The worry was back on her face again as she struggled to separate the guard from my
KATERINA "Ugh! I hate him!" I cried out, throwing my purse on the couch before going to sit. I held my head in my palms for sometime, then stopped when I felt Kelvin's arms wrap around me. I leaned into his embrace out of instinct and stayed there, calming down. Then he asked, "Anything you would like to share?" "He's a jerk." "Sorry to burst your bubble but I think we have already concluded that a long time ago." I laughed, cheering up automatically. Kelvin had a way of lighting up anyone's mood, it was why even with his annoying personality, it was mostly a joy yo have him around. "Well, he was a little more jerk-y today. He had Julian beaten up. I know he’s strong and all, but he did not stand a chance against Vincent's more muscled up men. And they were two of them. I dropped Julian off to get checked." I narrated, and Kelvin let out a chuckle at the end. I sighed. "I know. Julian will not be getting checked, he'll probably leave the facility with a coup
EPILOGUE KATERINA Forever and a long ass day; that was how long I wanted to be with Vincent. It was finally happening today, our wedding, and I was the happiest bride. Ava stepped into the suite where I was getting my makeup done, all dressed and looking every bit of the princess she was, and I could not help but fight back tears. Within the past few months since she got here, she had grown so much. She was so beautiful, looked happier now and more healthy. I loved this child so much… She had a single rose and a box in hand as she walked towards me and I shook my head, my smile refusing to leave my lips, "Vincent, right?" I questioned. She nodded with a wide smile, "Daddy asked me to give this to you, mommy." Yeah, she called out me ‘mommy’ not too long ago, and has not looked back ever since. With a grin on my face, I took the gifts off her hand and then tore the box open to reveal a blank cheque which read; THANK YOU FOR MARRYING ME… AGAIN. And I would do it o
VINCENTI could not believe what I was hearing. That fucking nanny had almost killed my wife-to-be, and her death was made that easy? I could not let my driver take the wheels on this one, I took hold of the steering myself, heading straight to the hospital I had been directed to.Katerina was not picking up any of my calls and I hated it. I wanted to know how she was doing, how my daughter was doing too. I wanted to make sure they had not ingested that fucking poison in any manner. If by any chance that poison had gone down any of my girls' throat, next believe I would be killing that bloody woman all over again.The drive to the hospital was long as hell, but I finally got there and practically jumped out of the front seat, heading straight inside the building.The moment I walked into the hospital room and saw Katerina sitting there, alive and well, I felt like I could breathe again. There she was, her face pale and tired, yet still the most beautiful thing I had ever laid my eye
KATERINAThe house was quieter than usual that night, and I was starting to get that uneasy feeling again.I sat in the living room, reading a book while waiting for Ava to finish kissing her nanny goodnight so we could go to bed together.Vincent was out for the night handling some business, and I was left alone with Ava and the domestic staff. That's when I heard it—hushed voices from down the hallway. I couldn't make out everything, but the tone caught my attention. It was sharp, scolding. The words became clearer as I stood and crept toward the kitchen. "How could you mess this up, Ava? I told you to make sure she ate the eggs, not the chicken!" Her nanny hissed. "I—I thought she ate everything. I saw her do. I didn't know." Ava's small voice quivered, her words barely audible through the door. I could not then laugh at her little grammatical blunder at that moment, as I froze where I stood, my stomach twisting into knots. The eggs? What was she talking about? "Your mommy
KATERINA "Can I speak to mommy on the phone?" Ava asked quietly, looking up at me with desperate eyes. This was not the first time she had asked it, and it broke my heart for her that I could not give in to her request. "Sweetheart, I told you many times… mommy is out of reach. You cannot speak to her yet, but you will, I will take you to see her one of these days. I promise." I did not care if Whitney wanted her to see her like that or not, they'd have to meet, I decided. "Alright, K. Thank you." She muttered. The nickname always filled my stomach with butterflies. Fun fact; she had come up with it herself. In fact, she had requested to call me that. Though I secretly hoped she would eventually call me mommy, I decided to make do with this. We sat there while she colored on a new drawing hook I had bought for a while, until the smell of roasted chicken wafted through the room, and I looked back, noticing the nanny walking towards us. I almost moaned in relief. Finally. "So
KATERINAWhitney refused to tell us anything more after that. We stood there, threatening her with all manner of things, but she never budged. She just sat there, smiling crookedly and laughing occasionally.I finally convinced Vincent to leave there and we both went home, hoping to figure out what exactly Whitney meant with everything she said about Ava ourselves.This morning, I woke up in his arms and peered up to see that he was awake already, focused on his phone. He had wrinkled lines in his forehead and dark circles around his eyes, and I could not help but feel a twinge of worry for him.The man had been working so hard these days and somehow, I knew that it had something to do with what Whitney had said about his child.Ava was acting… well, she was still detached from her father but she was every bit the bubbly child around me. Her nanny lived with us now, and continued to take care of her, in better living conditions… it was what she wanted, and she had been very grateful.
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
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 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 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.