LUCAS'S POV (CONTINUED) I took a deep breath, trying to force out a convincing smile. “I’m a friend of Shimma’s. I was hoping to see her. It’s been a while since we last talked.” The guard studied me for a moment, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. Wait here,” he said, stepping back to confer with another guard. I leaned back in my seat, glancing around at the well-kept surrounding. It was strange to think of Shimma living in such a pristine place, surrounded by tall hedges and manicured lawns. She always seemed so down-to-earth, so unlike this world. When the guard returned, he looked less hostile but still cautious. “You can go in,” He said. “Got it,” I said, relieved to be granted entry. As I drove into the compound, the guard eyed me suspiciously. Which made me so uncomfortable. Why was he so suspicious of me. Isn't Shimma allowed to have friends? The moment I parked. I stepped out of the car just in time to see Shimma getting into a vehicle, her face pinched in a way
MATTIAS'S POVThe drive to Derry's house felt like an eternity, my heart racing with worry and fear. I had to confront Derry and demand to know where Shimma was. The thought of her being taken away from me was unbearable. I couldn’t let that happen.As I pulled up to the gates, the guards eyed me suspiciously as I parked my car. I stepped out, straightening my shirt and taking a deep breath. This was it. I had to be firm and demand respect.“Good day, Sir Mattias. You know you’re not allowed in here,” one of the guards said as he approached me. Just before I could respond, Derry appeared at the gate, arms crossed and a frown etched across his face. “What are you doing here, Mattias?” he asked, his voice low and threatening.“I need to talk to you about Shimma,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. “Where is she?”Derry chuckled darkly, shaking his head. “You’re wasting your time, Mattias. She’s not here, and she’s not coming back.”“Don’t play games with me, Derry,” I said, frus
SHIMMA'S POV.As I sat at the airport, waiting to catch my flight, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was doing something wrong.My mother sat across from me, legs crossed, her gaze focused on her phone.Lucas must have felt bad that I ignored him. But I swear, it wasn't intentional.A few minutes after my father had left my room, he returned, only this time he was more furious, like someone had fueled his anger. Or maybe it was because I failed to get ready for the flight. How on earth could he expect me to leave a man I love so dearly?“Shimma, if you do not get up from your bed this instant, I promise you, I'll ruin Mattias's life, starting with his business. You know what it would do to him, right?” I wiped the tears already clouding my eyes, ignoring his question.“Well, I know you don't want that for him. Now get dressed; the flight is in two hours. I wouldn't advise that you miss it, because Mattias would suffer the consequences,” he said, walking out of my room.I have always
I blinked hard, my heart racing. Blake was here, and a surge of anger welled up inside me. How could my parents set me up like this? Did they really think I’d just forget everything and fall back into my old life?“Shimma?” Blake asked, his voice cutting through my thoughts. He looked surprised—maybe even a little unsure. But I couldn’t focus on his expression; all I felt was fury.“What’s going on?” I snapped, not bothering to hide my irritation. “Did my parents send you here?”Blake’s eyes widened. “What? No! I just came to visit some friends.” He looked genuinely confused, and that only fueled my anger. How naïve did he think I was?“Right,” I said, crossing my arms. “Just a coincidence that you’re here the moment I land, huh?” I smirked, my arms still folded.Blake opened his mouth to speak, but I quickly cut him off. “You know what? I see through this. I know this is my family’s ridiculous plan. But let me make this clear: even if I can’t be with Mattias, I still can’t be with yo
Hi besties! :) , it's me again. Checking on you guys. How is the book going? I bet you're loving it. Don't forget to vote for me if you love my book, of which i know you do. And also, comment and share your thoughts. Let other readers know how intruging and interesting my book is! (LOL).Anyways, I'll head out now. See you guys later! Chawww! (^_^;)—————————————————————It was him—Blake. Again!As I glanced at him, it felt like he knew I was staring because he was staring right back at me.Quickly, I shut my curtain, my heartbeat racing.This was all planned. My parents, my aunt, Blake—they all conspired together. God! What do I do? How do I escape this?I picked up my phone from my bed and dialed my mother's number.After a few seconds, the call connected. “Shimma, I’ve been calling you! Why didn’t you pick up? You scared your father and me,” she mumbled, and I rolled my eyes in annoyance.Why would I pick up when they’ve basically ruined my life?“Why would you do this, Mum?” I s
A loud yawn escaped my lips, prompting me to stretch my hands and feet as I slowly opened my eyes. Looking around the room, I noticed it was already dark outside. I must have dozed off for hours, and I couldn’t really blame myself for it.Sitting up, I glanced at my phone. It was past eight o'clock. As I stared at the screen, my stomach grumbled, reminding me just how hungry I was.I got up and walked straight to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I gathered the ingredients I needed to prepare dinner.---Moments later, I had finished cooking. I dished out some food onto the counter and was just about to serve myself when I heard a knock at the door. I paused, a sense of unease creeping in."Could it be Blake? It shouldn’t be him," I murmured as I moved toward the door.“Who is it?” I yelled, but there was no response.Slowly, I opened the door, just enough to see who was there. Standing in the hallway was Blake, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. I knew it was him.“Shimma,” he c
It’s been two weeks since I last heard from Mattias.My aunt and her husband called earlier, letting me know they’d be back in a few hours. I leaned against the counter, my gaze fixed on the pie in the oven. I stared so long that I slowly got lost in my thoughts, the sweet aroma mixing with my swirling emotions.Mr. Mattias hasn’t reached out since I left. He could have if he really wanted to. Maybe my parents are right. Maybe Mr. Mattias doesn’t care about me at all. Maybe he never did.God! I hate to think my parents are right. I don’t want them to be right. No! Mr. Mattias loves me. He has to.Just as I was lost in those thoughts, I heard a knock on the door. I straightened up, my brows furrowing in confusion. My aunt and uncle can’t be back yet; in fact, they won’t be returning for a while. Who could it be?I walked to the door, my heart racing with anticipation. “Who is it?!” I called out, my voice shaky. It’s been two weeks since I’ve heard a knock on my door, and all I could
Mr Mattias’s POV I stepped off the plane. My heart racing with a mix if excitement and impatience. I had been waiting for this moment, for what felt like an eternity—two weeks of uncertainty and worry. Now, I was finally here, ready to find Shimma. I climbed into the back seat of the car that was waiting for me. “Good day Mr Mattias,” he greeted. “Good day, Ibwant you to take me to this address. And hurry,” I said handing the driver the slip of paper with her address. As the driver drove, My mind raced with all the things I wanted to say when I saw her. I could imagine the look on her face, the relief in her eyes, the feel of her skin. Gosh! The drive felt endless, each minute amplifying my impatience. I just needed to get to her. I want to see her. —— When the car finally slowed and I spotted the house, my heart raced. I stepped out, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. I walked up to the front door. My body trembling. This was it. I knocked firmly, my hear
“There’s something I want to say…” she said, stepping forward, her gaze drifting to me.But then her reaction softened, turning into sadness, maybe regret.“Shimma,” she started, moving even more closer. “Please forgive me if I ever made things hard for you. You know I have always wanted the best for you; that way, I must have overreacted. I am so sorry,” she said, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.I let out a sigh of relief, drawing her in for a hug. “Mum, it’s okay, I forgive you,” I said, tears streaming down my face as I turned to Mr. Mattias. He wiped his eyes, turning away quickly. Was he crying too?MR. MATTIAS' POV.Gosh! She caught me crying. Although I don’t blame myself for doing so, seeing her happy for the first time in a long while made me, you know, emotional.Finally, there’s nothing holding us back—not her parents, not life itself; everything I ever dreamed of is all happening.I would be getting married to the love of my life in a few weeks, and in a few mo
“What is going on here? And what is he doing here?” he asked, his tone cold.Before I could gather my thoughts to respond, Mr. Mattias gently squeezed my hand and stepped forward. “Derry,” he began, his voice steady but respectful. “I understand this may come as a shock to you.”My father’s frown deepened, but Mr. Mattias pressed on. “Please, I would appreciate it if you let me explain.”“Explain what? The fact that you went ahead to find Shimma, even after threatening to ruin your life?” my father said, anger evident in his voice.But there was this strange calmness about him; he was as angry as I thought he would be.“I don’t care if you ruin my life, Derry. All that matters to me is your daughter, Shimma,” Mr. Mattias said, turning to steal a glance at me.“And there’s something we have to tell you.” Hearing this, I watched my mother's eyes widen in curiosity, although she had been strangely quiet throughout.“Shimma and I are engaged, and she’s pregnant.” I heard my mother finally
“We are here,” Mr. Mattias said as he sat in the driver’s seat, his gaze drifting to me as we pulled up in front of my parents' house.I could feel my heart racing—no, pounding hard!. While my mind raced with a million thoughts.God. What if I am making a mistake by coming here? what if they take me away like they did before? How would they react? What would my father do to Mr. Mattias if he found out I was engaged and pregnant by him? My mother on the other hand must have thought she had ruined everything that Mr. Mattias and I had, but what would her reaction be if she found out she had actually made us closer?“Are you okay, babe?” Mr. Mattias asked, breaking me from the whirlwind of thoughts. I nodded. “Yeah—yeah, I’m fine,” I said, slowly watching the guards walk up to us.One of the guards who had spotted me gasped, his eyes wide as if he had seen a ghost. “G—good day, Ma’am,” he greeted, shock evident in his tone. “Good day, please let us in,” I said, feeling breathless.He nod
“Babe, there’s something else I have to tell you,” I said.He raised his head to gaze at me, his cheeks wet from tears. I used my hand to wipe his face as I spoke.“While I am happy to share my life with you and our child, I don’t see my life without my parents in it too. My dad is your best friend, and I don’t want to come between you both.”“Shhhh, shhhh,” he said, taking my left hand and planting a soft kiss on it. “You didn’t come between I and Derry, but I understand he’s just protective of you, just like I will be of our daughter.” I frowned.“Who said she’s going to be a girl? I’m sorry, but we are having a boy,” I said, chuckling.“Well, we are having a girl because she told me so?” Mr. Mattias responded.“Who?”“Her! She literally just spoke to me.”“What the?! He’s not even fully formed yet!”“She’s, not he’s,” Mr. Mattias corrected, and we both giggled.He stood up, dragging a chair close to mine, then leaning over so he could be closer to me.I knew Mr. Mattias had always
I was done setting up the candles on the dining table when I heard a knock on my door.A warm smile formed on my lips as I made my way to open the door.Standing there was Mr. Mattias, in a black shirt and perfectly fitted beige pants.He held a bouquet of roses. Not that I was surprised; this was like the tenth time in two weeks I had received roses from him. I might as well get used to it now.“Hi,” he said nervously. Why was he nervous? I hadn’t even spilled the tea yet.“Hi,” I said softly as I paved the way for him to enter, his cologne enveloping the room.“Wow!” he exclaimed, his eyes landing on the dining table. The settings.“This is beautiful,” he said, turning to glance at me. “But what’s the occasion?” he asked. There was no way he would know I was pregnant yet because he had called me earlier, asking what the doctor said the problem was, and I told him it was stress. I know; I had to lie to him so that I could get his full reaction in person. Forgive me.“Well, I have ne
THREE WEEKS LATER.It was a Saturday morning. I sat on my couch, giggling and chuckling, my gaze focused on the TV. As I watched my favourite reality shows.I placed my hand on my tummy, because it was grumbling. Obviously I was starving. It was last ten Am and I hadn't had breakfast.I picked up the remote control, pressing the power off buttton. I honestly didn't want to quit the sho w, but at the same time I needed to eat.I got up, about to tak a first step, but I paused, placing my hand on my hand because I had just felt a sharp head ache. I felt this way yesterday and it's becoming concerning. After a few seconds, I felt the headache reduce and then I proceeded to head to the kitchen.-------Later that afternoon, I got dressed to go see the doctor. I thought the nauseous feelings would stop but it hadn't, and I needed to take a test, just to know what's wrong."HEY BABE, I'M LEAVING FOR THE HOSPITAL ALREADY," I texted Mr Mattias.He had basically forced me to leave after I had
He broke out of our kiss, his eyes locking on mine.“You’re my fiancée, and soon you will be my wife,” he said,” as though he was just realizing. I nodded with a smile, and then his lips crashed back into my lips.He carried me all the way to the bedroom, lowering me to the bed, his eyes not leaving mine as he took out his boxshort.I did the same, taking of my clothes as fast as I could, he helped me take of my panther and finally, we were both completely naked.He leaned over, his body hovering over mine as usual. But this time, it felt different—intense.He pressed his lips to my chest, then he began to kiss me slowly as he makes his way down my body.“Oh God!” I moaned, running my hand through his hair, my breathing becoming heavier and heavier and heavier. He spread my legs open, planting a soft kiss on my clit. I gasped, finding it difficult to breathe.I looked up at me for a second, his gaze intense—deadly. Before retuning to my pussy.Slowly, very slowly, he dug his tongu
We got back after having dinner. It still feels surreal; I never saw this coming.I walked into the bathroom, the lights turning on by themselves because they were sensor-activated.I glanced at my hand; this was like the hundredth time now.I had never seen a ring this beautiful in my entire life. How much did it cost? And what would my wedding ring look like? Mmmnn, my wedding.. In a few months, maybe a few weeks, I would be getting married to the love of my life; Mr Mattias. But my parents…It’s so sad to think of my parents' reaction if they find out that Mr. Mattias and I are engaged, even after the separation. Damn.The thought of it made my heart sink. But then, the door to the bathroom opened, revealing Mr. Mattias in his boxers.I glanced at him through the mirror; my eyes ran from his head to toe. So fucking hot.I could already feel my pussy throb, and right now, all I wanted was him.He came up behind me, wrapping his arms around me, his cock pressing against my ass. I c
I looked around at the beautiful setup, then back at him, my heart overflowing.“Yes! Yes, I will marry you!” I said, my voice barely above a whisper but filled with all the excitement bursting inside me.Mr. Mattias’s face lit up like a thousand fireworks, and he quickly slid the ring onto my finger. The diamond sparkled so brightly that I thought I might faint. It was perfect, just like this moment.He stood up, pulling me into a deep and intense kiss. He kissed me so intensely that the world around us disappeared.Seconds later, he pulled out, hugging me tightly.“I love you Shimma, I love you so much,” he cursed under his breath, pulling me tighter, as though he never wanted to let me go.“God, I can’t believe this is real,” I whispered into his shoulder, tears of joy streaming down my cheeks. I am his fiancée. Fucking Pinch me!“It’s real, Shimma. You’re my everything,” he said, pulling back to look into my eyes. The sincerity in his gaze sent shivers down my spine.The soft soun