I hoped Daisy was still alive, refusing to entertain the worst-case scenario. I made a call to one of my bodyguards to retrieve Fane's body, deciding it was best to move on. I couldn't afford to waste any more time, not when Daisy might still be in hiding, fighting for her life. I continued walking until I reached Daisy's house, where I found Ruby pacing back and forth, her movements erratic with fear. As I approached, she suddenly turned to face me, having caught the sound of my footsteps, which I had tried to keep silent. She rushed toward me, her usual fear of me replaced by a deeper, more primal fear - the fear of the unknown.
"Where is Daisy?" she asked in a brusque manner, but quickly realized the fire she was playing with. "I'm sorry for sounding so rude," she apologized, as I maintained my silence, not uttering a single word.
She continued, her voice laced with concern, "But I've been waiting for Daisy to return from your penthouse f
"Sir, we found a lead on her.”"But the lead also comes with bad news because they entered a no-camera zone," he declared abruptly."What's the lead?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.A moment later, The last sighting of Daisy was on the road to the location I'm heading to tonight, with every intention of destroying it without a trace." I thought to myself as I ended the call.I glanced at the time - 12:45 AM - before turning to Joe. "You can leave, Joe," I dismissed."Okay, sir," Joe responded softly, before departing.Fast ForwardDaisy POVI slowly opened my eyes, greeted by the sound of a young girl's anguished sobs. As my vision cleared, a sharp pain shot through my head, intensifying my headache. I winced, clutching my forehead.Glancing to my left, I saw the girl crying in another cell. She was one of several young captives, all bearing the same Whitewater pack band on their wrists that I wore. "If only there was a way I could rescue them and myself."Surveying my own cell, I found
"Come on," he said. "Anyone who can't trust this organization at this stage, despite not scamming any of us so far, should be beheaded. We believe she's a virgin, and I don't want the slave I may end up buying at an expensive price to be seen by other hungry lions like me." He declared, with the auctioneer's hand still in mid-air."Who's with me?" he asked, facing the crowd."Yes, I'm with you," another voice chimed in. "If I buy her, I only want to be the master who sees her body."Before I knew it, everyone had agreed. At least I had escaped this shame, I thought to myself. Thanks to a bastard who wanted to buy me and have me all to himself."She is a special one, prepared for the VVIP men and women among you," he declared. As I scanned the crowd more closely, I noticed that there were very few women present."She goes for the staggering price of 1 million dollars," he announced. The bidding began, and with each passing minute, I held onto the hope that a savior would appear. But th
Just then, the sound of a helicopter approaching could be heard. A voice came over a loudspeaker, "Mr. Connor, stop the vehicle now and release Miss Daisy. Or we'll be forced to take you down."Mr Connor yelled back, "You can't do anything! Shoot me, and Miss Daisy might end up dead!”As I looked back, I saw the helicopter chasing after us, and another one lowering itself to the sports car Drake was driving.His bodyguard took over the driving seat, and they switched places. Drake used his incredible strength to get into the helicopter that had lowered itself over the car.The kidnapper turned to me and sneered, "What are you checking, bitch?" He hit me on the face, making me bleed from the mouth. It was painful, but I knew that if I wasn't rescued, I would face an even more dangerous fate.Location: Helicopter (Drake's POV)"Shooting him with a sniper will result in a heavy accident, and it could claim Daisy's life," a man thought.One of the men on the helicopter spoke up, "I'll con
"I said we die together!" Mr. Connor shouted, as I turned to run and he detonated the bomb blast.Someone tackled me to the ground, forcing me to lie flat as the explosion rocked the air. I closed my eyes, bracing for the worst.When I opened them again, slowly, I expected to see a different world. But I was still on earth, surrounded by the chaos of the blast."Are you okay?" Drake's bodyguard asked, helping me up.“Yes”."Thank God the bomb he detonated wasn't that powerful," he added, looking back at the destruction.I turned with him, and my eyes widened in horror. Mr. Connor's body was mutilated beyond recognition. Some of the desert police and their cars had been caught in the blast, twisted metal and debris scattered everywhere.I turned around as I stared at Drake, who was now standing out of the helicopter. At this point, I didn't know if I should walk over to him or remain standing.Moments later, after Drake finished talking with whoever he needed to, the forces started dis
"Too much for being a righteous man," he replied, his expression unreadable."If not, I would have harshly treated Mr. Oparah, and he wouldn't have had a choice but to pass me.""Now, for threatening me, I won't tell you your punishment now," he said, his voice low and even."But the punishment will come after we defend."My heart skipped a beat as I realized my mistake. What was I thinking, threatening him?I decided to adopt the same mindset I'd often heard men express: "Something must kill a woman." So, I chose to focus on the present and not worry about the future. Let me enjoy this while it lasts, I thought."So..." I trailed off, expecting a response from Drake."I'll take you on a tour of the capital city and give you a clearer view," he replied."But that's if you're not bleeding anywhere.""I'm not," I replied."Fine, your threat worked," he said."Please, can you st
I decided not to utter a single word again. Her hatred for slaves must run deeper than the earth itself.I hoped she wouldn't treat me the wrong way, but I doubted she would. No, not when she was afraid of Drake. Even I myself didn't know how Drake viewed me, who knows? I suddenly thought, smiling at the fantastical thought in my mind. What would happen next in this dream case scenario was that she would be killed if she killed me. But I prayed that would never happen, I mean the killed parts.Not long after I settled down, my minor injury was tended to. Different tests were carried out on me, and scans were done to check for internal bleeding, but everything resulted in good news."I'm leaving," I declared."You can't leave," she declared. "Because even though it's good news, we still need to treat your cold and fever.""So, will I be good to leave tomorrow morning?" I asked, as two nurses with her were busy with a task."Yes, if you're completely whole then," she replied.With that,
"Slave Daisy... You should know that your useless self doesn't get to experience privileges like watching a movie where all humans or half humans are," Gloria sneered. She is the daughter of the president's PA.At this stage, I couldn't bear to raise my head any longer, feeling as though the ground should swallow me whole. The humiliation was suffocating."I'm astonished they sell movie tickets to slaves too," a woman remarked, her tone laced with disgust. "This is the first time I've seen a slave come to watch a movie. Wonder shall never end," a man added.The ridicule was too much to handle, and I felt my face burning with shame."Enough!" Ruby yelled at the top of her lungs, silencing the crowd with her sheer force. "I'm the one who invited her, and what law states that slaves can't watch movies?" she demanded, her voice echoing through the room. "Slaves possess every human feature, just like us, and paranormal abilities to boot!
"I work under Sir Drake as a slave, and we're also collaborating on a group work assigned by our lecturer, which Sir Drake voluntarily chose to participate in," I explained, glancing at both the manager and Ruby, who were listening intently. "He gave me this card, tasking me with managing the research that will involve expenses and purchasing any necessary food items. As an added privilege, he allowed me to use the card for personal expenses as well.""I think that justifies your connection to Sir Drake, but I'm still suspicious," he said. "You've portrayed Sir Drake as generous, even to a slave... which, as I said earlier, is hard to believe. I'm still suspecting because no one treats a slave like that, especially not Sir Drake, who should have a deep-seated hatred for slaves."I smiled, choosing not to respond. Instead, I turned to Ruby and said, "Ruby, I guess that clears up some of your thoughts, doesn't it?”"Yeah, a bit, but I'm still suspicious
All hope seemed lost as I frantically thought of an explanation, with all eyes on me. I didn't want to attribute it to my period, nor did I want to reveal the truth. "I'm not surprised you're a useless, clumsy slave," Felix sneered. "Spilling red grape wine on yourself is childish." I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking I was safe. But then Mrs. Jordan, seated at an angle where she could see the stain, chimed in. "I don't think it's red grape wine," she declared, her words sending a jolt through me. "And if it is not that, it doesn't look like the right position for a period, even if it came unexpectedly, and it's a little stain," she added, her eyes narrowing as she scrutinized the stain. At this point, I thought it wise to swallow my fear and explain myself and the events that had transpired. Just as the silence was about to become unbearable and I was about to confess, Felix intervened, unwittingly saving me from trouble. "It's the wine," Felix suggested, "I saw the way she
As I looked at the assassin, I barely heard him whisper "Betty" in pain. Water fell from his eyes, and his hand slipped from his bleeding wound. He died. A new wave of fear washed over me as I realized I had just killed someone. I shivered, staring at the blood on my hands. Panicked and trying to conceal what I had just done, I dragged the body and hid it. "Daisy, I can't believe you just killed someone," I whispered to myself, my hands shaking uncontrollably as fear consumed me. Yes, he was an assassin, and my actions could be justified as self-defense, but the weight of taking a life was crushing me. I stumbled to a nearby sink and began washing my hands with soap, desperately trying to scrub away the blood and the guilt. My hands trembled violently as I rinsed them, the fear of what I had done still overwhelming me. As I walked towards the exit, I started to clear the blockade, my mind racing with thought
"I told you, didn't I?" he yelled, his blade flashing in the light as he aimed it at me. I dodged it by sheer luck, my fear-fueled instincts taking over. But in my attempt to evade him, he grabbed my hair, and I felt a searing pain as he dragged me out. He pulled me across the jet floor until my back slammed against a dead end. "This time, you won't be able to dodge my attack," he yelled, pinning me to the it with one hand. I begged for my life, my voice trembling with fear. "Please don't kill me." He released his grip on my shoulder, his eyes roaming over my face. "The more I look at you, the more I find you beautiful and attractive," he said, his voice low and menacing. He began to toy with my loose hair, his fingers intertwining with the strands as he held the knife in his other hand. "It's such a pity that such a pretty thing will have to die," he added, his voice with sadistic sentiment. "Don't worry, since
Upon arrival, I swiftly completed my task and began heading back, only to be surprised by a man with a deep scar on his chin approaching me at an unusually slow pace.“Mr., you must have missed your way around,” I thought aloud, noticing that this place was designated for females. Instead of responding, he continued walking closer, his cold, calculating gaze fixed on me and I felt alarmed.He was a stranger, and the menacing look on his face made me wonder what he was after. I took a cautious step backward as he advanced, my fear escalating. “What do you want?” I asked, my voice laced with apprehension, as I continued to move backward.Instead of responding, his expression turned even more sinister, his eyes seeming to bore into mine with malicious intent. This unsettling standoff continued until my back hit a dead end, leaving me with nowhere to escape.He brandished a knife, and I was consumed by fear, thinking, "Is this how I'll
He walked over to where I was bending, bending down beside me to examine the hibiscus flowers. "It seems you've taken an interest in the hibiscus flowers I like," he observed. I nodded, keeping my response brief. "Yes." Drake's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze intense. "Look at me," he commanded, and I met his stare, my heart pounding in my chest. "It seems you're having a difficult time," he said, his voice low and concerned. I wondered if he was truly aware of the turmoil I was feeling or if he was just pretending to be oblivious. "Yes," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. Drake's response caught me off guard. "You should be," he said. I was taken aback, unsure if he was joking or serious. I scoffed inwardly, my mind racing with questions. Drake stood up, towering over me as he stared down, his eyes still locked onto mine. "A lion that chose to fight for a helpless lioness in the camp of enemies whose fate has been decided on since its existence, risks the chance of
This time, I leaned in, and planted a quick French kiss. Millie's face flushed with a deep blush. "Let's make out," she whispered, her voice husky. I raised an eyebrow, "Make out, as in a romantic kiss?" Millie's smile was sly, "Yes, and it could lead to other things." Her words were laced with suggestions, and I knew exactly what she meant. "I'm sure you need a woman to satisfy yourself," she continued, her voice low and seductive. "You don't have a girlfriend, to begin with." I thought back to why I had told Daisy to leave - I didn't want her exposed to this kind of conversation. Millie had always been flirtatious when we chatted, and she was usually the one to initiate our conversations. "Too bad for you that I have my mood under control. I'm not interested in a woman, my friend," I replied, winking at her as she smiled. "I can put you in the mood now," she said, sm
"Sarah... I'll consider her," I replied, my voice measured. His smile broadened, and even Beta John, who had been quietly observing our conversation, cracked a smile. I stood up, and left. I returned back to the penthouse, driving myself. The moment I walked in, I was surprised to see someone standing there, waiting for me. It seemed Daisy had let her in, as she was standing nearby, observing the scene in the open world. "Millie," I called out, a hint of surprise in my voice. The instant she saw me, she ran towards me and jumped into my arms, aiming for a tight hug. I obliged, wrapping my arms around her. "The hug is too tight," I teased, smiling. "You can't blame me for hugging my husband so tightly after all these years," Millie exclaimed, her eyes shining with happiness. My gaze turned to look for Daisy, hoping sh
My face flushed with embarrassment, and I felt a surge of heat rise to my cheeks. Why was he being so direct with me all of a sudden? "Sir Drake, I didn't think that at all," I lied, trying to maintain a neutral tone. Drake's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing. "What's the essence of using 'Sir' now, when you love disrespecting me by calling my name rudely? After all, you're calling me Drake in your heart.” he declared. My heart skipped a beat as I felt a flutter in my chest. "Drake, please, can you leave? I can't cook with you around," I declared, trying to sound firm. Drake's expression turned resolute. "Teach me how to prepare the noodles the Nigerian way. I'm not leaving," he replied, his tone brooking no argument. "But I can't....I am..." I stuttered, unsure of how to respond. "You are what?" he asked.
He removed his own jacket from its packaging and put it on, revealing the bold, stylish design that read "The Lecturer" in prominent letters."Winners, I've never done this before," He said, "but I want to create this memory with my students, so I can look back on it in the future and smile. Put on your jackets like me."They eagerly obliged, responding with a chorus of "Yes, sir!", "Okay, sir!", and "No problem, sir!" as they donned their jackets.The MC collected Drake's items from my hand as I removed the nylon to put my own on, which was promptly collected by the security personnel present.Just like the lecturer's jacket, mine had "The First" emblazoned on the left side of the front, with a larger, bolder inscription on the back. The second- and third-place winners' jackets followed a similar design."Sir Drake, please do me the honour of creating a memory with me by putting on your jacket and golden medal," Mr. Oparah