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"Pay attention to your son, Miss Codza. He needs you." My son's nanny's pleading voice sounded somewhat far from me.Audible but a bit distant. The cries of Zion calling mommy also sounded the same. All I was seeing and hearing clearly in that moment was Zaya's laugh. She was my first fruit. I'd pushed her out few minutes earlier. Her cries had filled the room. Then came Zion. He hadn't made much fuss like Zaya. Zion had gone mute the moment uncle Pete held him and spoke. Zaya had stopped crying when she came in contact with me. My heart constricted but I was fighting the tears. My baby girl's first laugh. Her first walk. Her first word had been 'dada'. She had called uncle Pete first because while I had been thinking of killing myself, he had taken over them both. Her first tooth. First seat up. First crawl. First walk. I remembered all of them like it was yesterday. Then she'd proceeded to grow into an outgoing, smart, sassy child, playing the role of a big sister more than m
"What?!" I snapped, struggling to free myself from the bind. I ignored uncle Pete's disproving stare. Jared, on the other hand, looked like he had just been dealt a serious blow. It was a mixture of shock and disbelief. "What are you saying? What is she saying, uncle Pete?"The older man heaved a sigh, pinched the area between his brows and plopped into a chair. "I did not want you to find out that way but here we go..."I ignored them both, focusing on getting out of this ridiculously hard knot he had my wrists tied in. "Here what goes, uncle? What is she talking about?!" Jared's tone was slightly increased in an apprehensive way. "Sit and don't raise your tone at me. I'm exhausted already as it is." Uncle Pete admonished slightly."How did you even tie this...fuck!" I was beginning to grow frustrated. I melted to the floor, flinging my body in a desperate attempt to get rid of this bind. My whole body was shaking. I just needed to avenge Zaya's death and mourn her. Nausea rais
PETERI was exhausted and tired. It had been a very long, tiring, painful day. I wish I could just have my bath and sleep but I couldn't.This was not the time to slumber. There were enemies everywhere and evil plots surrounded us, especially Jared and Hailey. I pitied Hailey. The pain she must be going through now, even Jared. His career and marriage had just been shattered because I knew he would not continue that marriage with Mia and the President would not want to adopt Jared politically anymore due to this scandal.That reminded me, the President had called me twice when we were still at the hospital, but I hadn't picked. I didn't tell Jared because I didn't want add to his panic.He was with Hailey now in her room. She had managed to eat something and was now asleep. Jared refused to leave her side. I peeled off my shirt and pants, ready to go into the bathroom, have my bath and get plotting.My phone pinged with notification. I checked it to see a message from a saved contac
CHRISTIAN"Hello, man.""Where are you?" I steered the wheel, driving into the place of rendezvous. My phone was on the speaker, Jerome's voice loud and clear. "Priscilla called." I informed him."Really? And I was beginning to get impatient." He stated. "Well, let's just hope she's willing to cooperate this time.""What if you send me your location and I send my men to bring her here?" He suggested."No, we can't do that. It's a bad idea. This woman is... she's the soft type and fiercely loyal. She'll break but we just need to give her time. She called me, didn't she? And from her tone, I could tell all is not well." I told him, parking in the car section.I turned off the engine and remained in the car, continuing my call with him. "So you're saying let's give her time, huh?" "Yes, Jerome."I would not say Priscilla was a total hard nut to crack because she was a softie. Emotional and a bit naive. But there was the loyalty and strength hidden beneath. She wasn't one who would
"Hello..uhh, can you call back, she's sleeping. This is not a good...""Who's that?" I blinked my eyes open after the half part of my brain that had been awaken by his voice nudged me out of my vague dream."Yes, thank you. I think that'll be better." He ended the call, removing the phone from his ears. "I'm sorry for waking you, just go back to sleep.""Who was that?" Though I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, I was curious to know who had called me. "A guy named Kazim. He said...""What the hell? Why did you pick my call?!" I lashed out, grabbing my phone from him and jumping out of the bed, dashing out of my room."He would not stop calling. What is wrong with you?" His annoyed voice followed me out.Not bothering to reply, I headed for one of the rooms far away from mine so he would not listen in. My temples throbbed.I dialed Kazim's number. "Did you tell him anything?" I asked as soon as he picked. "No, ma'am." He replied."Okay, thank goodness. Now what do you have for me
"Uncle Pete." I called, knocking on the door of his room. "Hailey." He opened the door.He was looking all dressed up which was quite surprising because he was not supposed to go to the office today. Though we didn't talk about it but I just lost my daughter. I thought we would all be home. But then again, he wasn't exactly dressed for the office. "Where are you going all dressed up?" I asked, sizing him up."I...I have a meeting with someone." He replied. "How are you feeling now?""I just lost my daughter, how do you think I am?" I threw back."Fair enough. But I want you to be fine, Hailey. I really do " His tone turned sympathetic and caring. I swallowed a big lump and nodded. "I want to ask you something." "What is it? Do you want to come in?" He opened his door wider."No." I shook my head. "I'm fine here. I just wanted to ask this. You once told me your brother, Jared's father, died on a business trip. But then you said he was found dead with a knife stuck in his chest. Wh
"I don't even know where or how to start." His tone was low, broken and defeated. "I told you we'll find a way." I reassured him.He turned to him with red, despaired eyes. "You said 'we'?""Yes. Or do you find it impossible?" I asked, maintaining eye contact with him.He shook his head, his shoulders slumped. "No, it's not that. I'm just surprised you're willing to help me."We locked gazes for what seemed like a long time but was actually for a few seconds. I cleared my throat and averted my gaze, shrugging. "I'm doing it for Zion. He needs to be able to achieve his dreams and live as he wants without having the alleged scandalous past of his father weighing down on him." He bit his lower lip, though slightly. "Yeah, you're right. And thank you for that.""For what?""For giving me this opportunity to know my son." He voiced though depressingly. I had never seen Jared in such sad state before and it tugged on my heartstrings for him. I moved closer to hold one of his hands. "We
"What is wrong with you, Jared? Get down from this vehicle." We were already in the hospital but Jared was refusing to step down."You forced me to come here. You can't force me to see her." Came his tired reply."She's your mother and no matter what she has done, she needs you now.""Thanks to her and that bitch I married, there's nothing left of me to need. What exactly is she needing me for? She ruined me, so she has no right to need me!" He responded heatedly.I could see he was ready to buck and fight me this time. He was angry, getting angry as well would not solve anything.I willed myself to be calm. "I know you're pissed and you have every right to be. I should be the last person pushing you to go see your mom especially with my history with her. You know how much damage she brought to my life and how she treated me.""Then why are you helping her? I say we get the hell out of here and leave her there to...""To w
THREE YEARS LATER...I stood outside in front the prison's huge gate, Zion and Zaya, still having their sibling rivalry, stood beside me. I paid them no mind. The day they would not argue, I would be genuinely worried. Jared stood beside me as I held a cardboard paper in view, waiting for her. "Where is she?" I questioned impatiently.Uncle Pete and Miss Nancy were home, they couldn't come because Miss Nancy had just put to bed a beautiful set of twin boys. The twin gene was really strong in the Johnson family. Celine was due at any moment. Funny right? Dylan had proposed a year after my wedding. Celine was expecting her first child but was advised to stay home and to stress as little as possible. That was what happened when your husband was a big shot doctor.The gates opened and there she was. I beamed.Zion and Zaya, now eight years of age, ran forward in unison, forgetting their meaningless squabble. "Aunt Denise!""Hey!" She opened her arms, stooping to hug them only they wer
When I finally came to, the first thing I heard was the steady beeping of the heart's monitor. I blinked reflexively as the bulb overhead hurt my eyes some. I tried to raise myself to a sitting position but a groan escaped my lips."Hailey." Someone rushed to the bed, helping me to sit up.It was Jared. "W-what happened? I had a dream. A weird dream." I told him, looking quite disoriented. "Really? What kind of dream was that?" He asked, tucking hair behind my ears. "I saw Zaya. Zion was holding her hand and they...they..." Emotions swamped me, making it difficult for me to continue speaking.I swallowed hard, trying to dislodge tears suck in my throat. He heaved a sigh. "It was not a dream, baby. Zaya is alive. I'm as shocked as you are but after uncle Pete and Miss Nancy explained all that happened, I am just thankful she's alive." Emotions rose to his throat. "No." I shook my head, not wanting to believe. "No, no. Zaya died. I saw her body. She...she laid there unconscious an
"Thank you Brenda, you did a superb job." I shook hands with the very pretty bartender dressed in revealing clothes as the cops threw handcuffs around the wrists of drugged, oblivious Philip and Derek.Finally, I did it. Actually, to be fair, I had help. Jared and me had tracked them to the location Denise had provided and it was true. I realized they frequented a rundown bar at this remote area and they were smart to because no one would have ever traced them here."It's my pleasure. Plus, the money was too good to pass up." She seemed pleased with herself. "Just a second." I left her to go get my checkbook and pen from my bag sitting in the car. I returned to her with these, wrote a figure and extended it to her. "This is thank you for a job well done."She took the check, her eyes bulged in both excitement and shock. "This is freaking much! What the hell do I do with so much money?"My eyes did a quick sweep of her work environment, then moved back to her. "You can pursue your dr
"I don't know why you brought me here. You could have come alone." I folded my arms, staring with a displeased expression at the entrance of the police station. "You need this." Jared said, turning off the engine and unbuckling his seatbelt. "Aren't you getting out?""I told you I'm not ready. I don't know what to tell her. I'm not even sure I want to talk to her, I can't forget the fact that she had a hand in my father's death.""Fine. Then don't talk, let me do the talking. I just want you to be available so you can hear the information she has. You want Philip and Derek to pay for what they have done to you, don't you?" He shifted to face me. "I guess." My tone was reluctant."Good, because I want Philip to pay for killing my father." His jaw tightened.I frowned a little. "You've never been this upset ever since...I don't know, he was your father-in-law.""A big mistake. My father's death ruined my family with my mother as an accomplice." His words were bitter to the ears. I pl
I was dressed for the event — a simple tank top and distressed denim shorts. It was time to pluck off another adversary.I opened the door and turned on the lights. "There you are." My smile was anything but welcoming or friendly. "And I thought I smelled a rotten fish." She spat, looking unkempt and dirty. And she was tied to a chair. "Oh, that'll be you seeing as you haven't had your bath in like...well, weeks." I drew a chair from the wall, placed it few feet from hers and sat. "Forgive my lack of hospitality, I've been busy.""It's been a while. What do you want?" Her once shiny red hair was now a matted mess. "Revenge." I simply said. As though on cue, I heard a rap on the door. I opened it to allow Celine and Jared walk in. Jared was carrying a box of things I'd asked for. "You bitch! You think I'm scared of you?" She was trying to act strong but the little quiver in her voice gave her away. "I think you already are." I emptied the contents in the box.I heard her gasp. "
"Room 48." I mumbled, blowing nerves away. I was here and there was no turning back. Uncle Pete and Jared had no idea where I was going. I'd lied about picking some things for Zion from the store. This should be over in no time. I raised a fist and rapped gently but firmly on the door. "Who's that?"Two of the cops had followed me upstairs but were hiding from view. That sounded like the President's voice. I knocked again, cleared my tone in a bit to disguise it and said. "Room service."There was seconds of silence, then the padding of feet coming towards the door. The door opened. "We didn't order any..." The rest of his words were drowned by shock."Hello, Mr. President." I plastered on a smile. "Can I come in?" He was yet to see the cops."Get out." Fear and anger had him growl out those words. He tried to shut the door in my face but before he succeeded, I had a foot stuck between the door and used all of my power to push it open, making him lose balance and fall to the gro
"Uncle Pete!" I dashed into the room to envelope him into a hug, not minding the presence of Miss Nancy and a nurse. He hugged me back, his chuckle a bit weak. "I missed you too."I blinked my eyes, struggling back tears and swallowing emotions lodged stubbornly in my throat. "I'm so glad you're okay, uncle Pete. I...I... thought..." I couldn't even say the words out loud. "You thought what? I'm going nowhere for a long, long time, babygirl."My heart swelled with both gratitude and love for the man. It was the first time he would be using such an endearing term in that soft, affectionate tone. "You'd better not.""Can't...breathe." He said, still hugging me. "Thank you for saving my life. Thank you." I sniffled. "I owe you everything, my life included." "I did what I'm supposed to do, Hailey. You don't have to thank me for that." He rubbed my back. I held onto him for a few more moment. "Save some for us, Hailey." Celine who had come with me chuckled. I let go, finally paying
Jared unbuckled my seatbelt and pulled me onto his laps, I could not stop sobbing. "Shh. It's okay.""I...I..." I hiccuped, words failing me. "You don't have to say anything now." His hand on my back, comforting and soothing was a bit helpful."But...oh God. I don't want to believe her, but..." I trailed off as more tears interrupted my speech."Me too. I thought she just being her sly self but when I heard her talk, I knew she wasn't lying."I sniffled back snot, raising my head to look at him. "You heard her talk? When?""When we worked together. See, everyone makes mistakes, including your father. And that mistake led to his untimely, unfortunate demise. Denise too and we both know where the mistake landed her.""I can't imagine being poor and having a rich father who didn't want you. I know my dad was wrong to have pretended Denise didn't exist but killing him didn't solve anything. She only killed the man I've loved all my life till the day he died.""And I'm sorry for that. I
"He's not our son." Was the only argument I could come up with. Disappointment and disbelief darkened his eyes. "So you're prepared to let that young boy who left his country to provide a life for himself and his family to die in a fight that doesn't concern him? Coming from you, a mother?"Guilty speared, so I kept mute, partly to reflect. "Look, babe, I know you've been through a lot and Kazim was giving every information to bring every injustice to an end and the people responsible to book and he has done a wonderful job so far, but it was getting too heated. He was digging in too deep and I feared it was only a matter of time before he would wound up dead probably in some remote location. I know you're a good person and would never want to put his life at risk, you just wanted to fight back the only way you knew how."I hated that the anger was no longer aimed at him. I felt ashamed that he'd considered the risks while I was only interested in what Kazim had to offer. "Where is