"They are supposed to be back by now. It's getting late." I checked the slim gold wristwatch adorning my left wrist.A birthday gift from uncle Pete last year. It was past six. They had been gone for five hours. Uncle Pete and I had been discussing ever since and I had only just noticed the time."It's six eighteen." Uncle Pete had also checked the time on his phone. "The ice cream parlor is just five minutes drive from here. With the use of cab, I'd probably make it seven minutes.""Do you have her private cellphone number?" I asked him, not wanting to worry.Zaya could be an handful sometimes and might have insisted on staying back to have more ice cream fun. "I think I do." He was already going through his phone. "I've got it."He dialed the number but it went straight to voicemail. A frown appeared on his forehead.I squashed the worry that was beginning to buzz. "Try it again."He did. Same thing."Give me the number." I wanted to believe it was his phone or network. He call
"Doctor, is she going to be alright?" Uncle Pete asked the young man who looked to be in his thirties with cool nerd glasses as he approached us."She's in a critical condition. She's going to undergo surgery to remove shards of bullets detected in her stomach. Also, she seemed to have been tortured badly. Some of her organs are in desperate need of repair before they become damaged." The doctor divulged importantly.Blood drained from my face. Despite the many tears I'd shed, more still filled my eyes and ran down my cheeks.Critical condition.If she was this way, then how would I ever know the situation or location of my children?Who would do this to me?Elisa had said, just before she went unconscious, that 'she had them'.My hands were stained with her blood but in that moment, it didn't matter.Who had my kids?She. Who was the 'she' that would hurt me this bad? Who
CHRISTIAN"Denise?" My brows furrowed in befuddlement as soon as I stepped into the storage room located across the hallway of my office. I switched on the light. I could tell it was her even in the dim lit room but I had to make sure. I had just come out of my office when I saw suspecting movement from the storage's window and decided to have a look at who might be there.There she was in a casual shirt, jeans and a pair of sneakers — totally not office wear. And she was with someone.A man. "What are you doing in here, Christian?" She stepped forward, trying to appear calm but I could see through the calm exterior.She was a bit unnerved that I'd caught her in here with that man."Who's he, Denise?" The man asked. His question rubbed me off the wrong way. "Who am I? What does he mean by that question, Denise? Are you cheating on me with an elderly man?" I was trying to hide my hurt and anger."Hey, watch your tongue." The man with a long coffee brown hair with silver glints in
"What are you doing? Leave me the fuck alone! I don't know anything about any kids." Mia yelled and struggled with the officers as they clasped the handcuffs around her wrists. "What do you think you're doing, Hailey? Arresting my daughter-in-law?" Martha blocked my path, stopping me from leaving their home."Leave my path or I'll have the police arrest you for aiding and abetting." I warned her in the chilliest of tone. It was the next day and my kids were yet to be found. My secretary was still battling for her life in the hospital. I was this close to losing my sanity."Control your fiancee, uncle. Why are you letting her do this? She's using your influence." Jared was talking to his uncle. "Fiancee? What are you talking about?" Martha appeared confused until she spotted the engagement ring I'd bought for myself nestled amongst my fingers. "Oh, I see. You wench! Gold digger!""Don't let me have you arrested." I nudged her out of the way. "Let's go." I beckoned on uncle Pete."S
His phone rang, I grabbed it from him and picked. "Hello, who's this? Where are my children?! Give them back to me!" I screamed into the phone."Hello, bitch. Been a while." The voice chuckled, it was mischievous-sounding.Tears were already falling down my face, disbelief and shock spread through my features. "Catherine?""I'm glad you remember me." She laughed again.Uncle Pete was surprised, he gestured for me to put in on loudspeaker."Where's my husband? I want to talk to him."With shaky fingers, I handed the phone to Uncle Pete.He took it. "Catherine?""Yes, it is me darling. How have you been? I've missed you, it's been years.""Why do you have the children? How do you even know about them?"A low, sinister chortle emanated from her. "You should know by now, I will do anything to have you back with me.""Release the children.""I would love to but you have to get Mia out of
"Where are my babies?" I cried, struggling to get up from the hospital bed I was laid in.The heart monitor beeped faster and erratically. "Calm down, Hailey. You'll end up hurting yourself." Jared was trying to calm me but I was having none of it.Uncle Pete was nowhere in sight and neither were my kids. "No! I need to see my babies." I would not stop crying. The mental image of my babies tied up and unconscious in those boxes was enough trauma for me. Who would do that to five year olds? Zaya and Zion were innocent in all of this. Why would Catherine do this to my children?"Calm down and I promise to get them for you." Jared's tone took on a softer edge. I met his gaze. "Where are they? A-are they fine?""Yes, they are. The doctor said they're responding to treatment and will be awake soon. I'm sure you do not want to them to see you in this state." He said as a way of trying to make me relax.I stopped struggling but it was hard to relax. I couldn't relax until I was sure they
JAREDI stood at the window watching her. She was tired and unwell, that much was obvious.There was this difference about her that I'd noticed the moment I set my sights on her in that ballroom.She had changed in these past few years. The old Hailey would never have been bold enough to arrest Mia. Or talk back at me.Hell, she even raised a hand to my face in public. Well, honestly, I think I deserved that slap. I should never have made such an insensitive statement.I would apologize for it as soon as things were back to normal.She held both arms of her kids and closed her eyes, her body slouched on the seat. For some reason, I found her incredibly strong and appealing but I shouldn't.She was my uncle's fiancee. It was still a shock to me realizing what she and my uncle had achieved together.I was angry. And yes, jealous as well.They had two beautiful, smart kids. Something I craved for. Maybe I should not have asked her to abort years ago, that was stupid of me. But how would
CHRISTIANAnger surged through my veins but I could not react or act upon it, not when there were four hefty bulldogs in dark sunglasses and black attire daring me with their presence to make a wrong move. I was yet to heal from the beating from two days ago.Denise was with them. "Why are you doing this, Denise? I trusted you." I could only express my anger and disappointment with minimal action to back it up."Hailey trusted you." She replied calmly. "You never told me you were siblings. Why?" I was currently standing outside the gate of the mansion I used to live with Hailey until I had thrown her out. Denise was doing the same to me. Fuck! To think I loved her."Step siblings." She corrected, then continued. "Why should I have told you? Where's the fun in that?""Does Hailey know?" I wanted to know because Hailey never told me she had any step sibling. In fact, she was an only child from what she'd told me."You think she would have married you if she did? No, of course not."
MIA"Where are you coming from by this time, Jared?" I stood from the sofa I was occupying before my husband walked in. "Hi, babe." He greeted but without making an effort to have it sound loving as it used to. Nerves knotted and anger was ready to flare. "Don't 'hi babe' me in that nonchalant tone of yours, Jared. It's past ten pm and you're just coming in? You're a married man for fuck's sake!"He merely stared, watching me display my anger. "Won't you say something?!" I was even more vexed at the calmness he was exuding."What do you want me to say?" He shrugged, making to walk past me, towards the stairs. I blocked his path. "That you were out with Hailey and her son today!"His brow raised in surprise. "How did you know?"I folded my arms. "You're not even denying it.""Why should I? You already know the truth." He stuck both his hands in his pockets. It was my turn to be surprised. "So you're having an affair with that bitch?! Huh?! Or is this some stupid plan to get her so
"Mommy, I want some ice cream." My son walked up to me as I was getting off the phone with the doctor in charge of my daughter's treatment.It was the same news. No improvement. She was still as still as dead... almost dead.I swallowed my pain and faced my other child who needed his mother. I was proud of how he was handling this whole thing. Twice I'd heard him pray with Nanny Nancy, asking God to heal Zaya and I always begged God to listen to the prayers of my baby boy. "But you just finished having lunch." I told him.He frowned, walked away towards the kitchen. Curious over his attitude, I followed him. Jared had offered to help with the dishes after we were done. He was being sweet and gentle in these recent times. I could see he was not just here for my kids, but me. Though I was still wary because of what had happened twice to me in the past. "Jared." Zion called as he stepped into the kitchen, not minding I was behind him."Yes, champ?" He turned from the sink.I quickly
PETER"Your phone has been ringing nonstop, uncle Pete." Jared gestured to my persistently buzzing phone. "It's an unknown number, I don't like picking unknown numbers." I told him. He was still in I and Hailey's home. Usually, he would be gone by now since we were done discussing but the fact he was still around gave me the impression he was still here for Hailey and Zion.But zero chance with Zion since the boy was yet to warm up to him.So it was mostly for Hailey.Something had happened between them, I could not tell what it was but I knew something had happened. "Why don't you pick your call, uncle Pete?" Hailey appeared from the hallway that led to the kitchen. She was making lunch for us. She'd insisted when the maids wanted to do it. I noticed Jared turn immediately at the sound of her voice and stared with some kind of emotion in his eyes.She, on the other hand, was purposely ignoring his presence and was doing everything to avoid her gaze straying to his direction. A s
MARTHAI walked into the kitchen for my morning dose of coffee. I wanted to have one of the maids do it but I decided to do it myself. I paused at the doorway when I spotted Mia having breakfast at the island. I made to turn away."Good morning, Martha." She greeted in a calm tone. "Morning." I didn't even bother to glance over my shoulder. "We need to talk." She said. "Not interested." I'd come to hate her and regret why I'd not seen her for who she truly was all these years. "You should be, Martha. Remember we need to work together, cooperate even, if Jared must achieve his political goals." The underlying threat in her tone had me halting in my steps. This was why I avoided confrontations with her. The sly bitch! She could easily ruin my son's life. I loved both my sons but Jerome always brought trouble his brother's way. It was as though he hated Jared with passion. When I had given birth to both of them, I never wished they would hate each other this much.Percy, my late h
JAREDMy eyes widened. "W-what?!" I almost choked on my own spit. "Slow down, Nina. We're never going to happen. You're a beautiful girl...""Woman." She corrected firmly."Sorry. You're a beautiful woman and I'm sure there are guys your age who'll be willing to...""I don't want them. It's you I want, Jared. And it's you I'll have." She rose from her seat. "Come see me off. I have somewhere else to be.""I can't let you go alone. I'll have to reach out to my uncle, then he'll reach out to your father." I brought out my phone.In a swift, unexpected motion, she leaned over and grabbed my phone, giggling and heading for the door in a race."Give me my phone, Nina." I followed her, already exhausted from her child-like behavior."No, I'm not letting you call anyone." She opened the door and I went after her.Eyes raised from their respective jobs once again to lock in on an excited Nina and an embarrassed me.&n
JAREDI was going through the ledger when I heard the little commotion going on outside my office. What was happening?I rose from my chair and stepped out of my airy office to see my secretary having a little banter with someone.Other staff were watching with interest. Few eyes caught my presence and went back to their station or faced their jobs...or at least they pretended to.I had never seen Miss Bordeaux in this infuriated manner. And the person she was talking back to was a bit hidden by a staff's work station."You do not have an appointment, little girl." My secretary snapped."Do you know who I am? Who my father is?" The familiar voice had me halting in my tracks. Maybe I should let Celine handle this one all by herself.I had just done a U-turn and was about to flee to my office when I heard the excited squeal. "There he is! There's my boyfriend!"I froze in place. I could hear the deafening silence that followed her statement. Eyes were on me. Everyone knew I was marri
CATHERINE"You know we have to be careful how and where we meet. The last time we almost got caught by that bitch." I complained as soon as I entered the passenger seat of his car. And by that 'bitch', I meant Hailey. I had been quick to spot her at that hotel before she sent her goons to come after us.She didn't know Derek yet, just me. So it was specifically me she had wanted. Derek and me hadn't met again until now when he'd called to see me. "Exactly why I chose a place far from town and in this car with tinted windows, one can hardly recognize us." He responded, tucking a strand of his brown long hair behind his ear. "How has it been?" I shrugged and lied. "Fine."But I knew everything was far from fine. My son was held in that bastard's custody. And then he'd had the guts to call me to order me to carry out his bidding. "Are you sure?" He observed my expression.Rather than give him a response, I extended my palm. "The money you promised me."He stretched to the backseat of
MISS BORDEAUXI stepped out through the glass doors of my workplace, ready to go home. It was such a honor to be working for the second biggest company in the country.Also, with a boss like mine, it was an absolute dream come true. Mr Johnson was such a wonderful sight for good eyes, though it was a bumper he was married. Well, at least, I got to admire from afar. He wasn't the type to chase after women. And he respected the company's rules of no office romance. I hailed a taxi. A young graduate like myself from the trailer knew better than to wish for something she had no right wishing for.Mr Johnson treated me nice like every other staff under him. He paid us well and when I attended trips with him, I sure did have fun but he never made any advances.Sure he would talk to me but in a friendly, boss to employee manner. "Where to, ma'am?" The beardy cab man inquired. "Fin Square." I replied, proceeding to open the back of the taxi."That won't be necessary, Miss Bordeaux. I can
The room smelled of passion and the result of satisfying lust as we both held onto each other, reaching our climax at the same time. He spilled his seeds inside of me before collapsing on my body. None of us could talk for a while. I waited for my brain cells to return to normal and be able to comprehend what had just happened. When it did, I couldn't even bring myself to look at him or even speak.But I had to say something. "Get off me."I swallowed, totally not expecting my voice to tremble as it had just did. Why was I on the verge of crying over something that I'd been a willing participant?He raised his head to study my expression, then he sighed. It was low but I heard it. "What's wrong Hailey?""Your wife needs you." I managed to get out through an emotional voice.He roll off me but didn't let go, rather he cradled me in his arms. "I promise this is not like six years ago."That made me even struggle harder to get away from him. "Unwrap your arms from my body this minute,