Chapter 4
Chleo serve Layla and Mrs Wood on the dining and she also serve herself, they eat and Chleo was happy as they eat together.
“ Mrs Wood! I was thinking if I could refer to you as mum instead of Mrs Wood, i want to call someone mum, I want to fill motherly love” she said and Mrs Wood pull up her fake smiled.
“ Why not dear, you can call me mum, we are now one family” Mrs Wood said and a help smiled.
“ Thank you so much” Chleo said and Mrs Wood signal Layla so she can pass out, Layla nods her head while Chleo was concentrating on her food, Layla hold her head and she passed out, Mrs Wood stood up and Chleo.
“ Layla! Are you ok?” Mrs Wood said and they took her to the room.
“ What happened to her?” Chleo asked as they lay Layla on the bed and Mrs Wood pretended to be crying.
“ I don’t know what happened to her but I call the doctor, I just hope everything is fine” Mrs Wood said and she called the fake doctor.
“ I will try what I can as a nurse” Chleo said.
“ I guess you can’t do anything right now dear” Mrs Wood said and after a while the fake doctor came and he pretended to do some fake check up, Chleo was worried and she hope that Layla will be fine, the fake doctor walked out from the room and Chleo was nervous.
“ What is going on with my sister doc?” Chleo asked.
“ She has a kidney disease and it need to be treated as soon as possible or else I don’t know what else can happen” the fake doctor said and Mrs Wood pretended to be crying, Chleo was shocked and crying and the doctor wanted to live and Mrs Wood said she was going to see him off, they both walked out from the house and Mrs Wood clean her tears.
“ Thank you, game well played” Mrs Wood said and she paid him off.
“ You should not worry, I will pay you more when my plan work out” Mrs Wood said and the fake doctor left, Mrs Wood entered the house back and she met Chleo crying and she smiled.
“ We just lost your dad and now Layla is Ill” Mrs Wood said and Chloe went to meet her.
“ You do not need to worry, I am sure, she will be fine, I will search for job, I won’t let anything happen to her I promise” Chleo said.
“ Are you sure, you won’t let anything happen to your sister, I don’t want to lose her” Mrs Wood said.
“ I promise, i will do anything to save her life” she said.
“ I think we might have a little solution but I don’t know if you will agree to it because we have no time to waste” Mrs Wood said.
“ What is that? Tell me, I will do anything to save Layla” She said.
“ Mrs Thomas told me about something, she said that a young Billionaire will offer us money but on one condition we will give him a girl in exchange, I planned to give him Layla to pay off your dad’s debt and after that if I have make a lot of money I will pay the money back but right now, Layla is not well, I don’t know if you can replaced her so she can be treated and also I will pay off your dad’s debt and take back our house and properties, I promise that I will bring you back to us” Mrs Wood said.
“ But that is slavery” Chleo said.
“ Something was of such but I promise if you do this so Layla’s life can be save i will be forever grateful and I promise I will bring you back” Mrs Wood said and Chleo cried and she accepted.
“ I will do it but i just hope, you won’t forget me, I am doing this for Layla, I don’t want us to lose her as we lait dad” Chleo said and Mrs Wood hug her as she was happy.
“ Thank you so much, I will never forget this” Mrs Wood said and she was happy and she went to the room, Layla was still pretending to sleep and Mrs Wood tap her to wake her up and Layla open her eyes.
“ Our plan worked out, Chleo already accepted” Mrs Wood said.
“ Wow, I told you mum that Chleo is such a fool and she will accept. She will be a slave for the rest of her life” Layla said and they both laugh.
Chleo was in her room thinking because she was going ti be a slave but she was not happy but had no choice to do it save her stepsister.
It’s the next day and Mrs Wood was already dressed up and happy and ready, Chleo stood thinking and Mrs Wood does not want her to change her mind and she walks closer to her.
“ Chleo! We should take our leaves now, Mrs Thomas is waiting for us” Mrs Wood said and Chloe stare at her.
“ I am scared” She said.
“ You don’t have to be scared, you will be fine. Do you want to change your mind? Layla’s live is very important” Mrs Wood asked.
“ No, I am not changing my mind but I am scared, I can’t change my mind because Layla’s life is so important” Chleo said and Mrs Wood stare at her.
“ Thank you so much Chleo, we should go now” Mr Wood said and they both walked out from the house, Layla stood up from the bed and she was happy, she celebrated.
“ Very soon, my mum and I will be rich and happy again after we have paid off dad’s debt and as for Chleo, she will be a slave for the rest of her life” she said and she smiled.
Chapter 5Mrs Wood, Chleo and Mrs Thomas got to Nathan Wilson house, they seated on the couch in the living room when Nathan walk down the stairs, Mrs Thomas and Mrs Wood saw him and they stood up while Chleo was lost in thought thinking.“ Good day Nathan” Mrs Thomas said and she smiled, Mrs Wood also smiled while Chleo was still seated.“ Mrs Wood this my foster nephew Nathan Wilson, Nathan this my friend Mrs Wood, the one whom I told you about that her husband ran into debt and she needs money but right now her daughter is ill and she needs money so sue brought her second daughter for money in exchange” Mrs Thomas said, Chleo noticed that, Mrs Thomas and Mrs Wood had already stood from the couch and she also stood up and their eyes both met and they recognize themselves.“ Nurse” He said.“ You” She said, Mrs Thomas and Mrs Wood were confused.“ What is going on here? Did both of you know each other?” Mrs Wood asked.“ Yes, she once helped me when I had a minor accident, she came t
Sir,sir,canyouhear me?” I call out to the man trapped inside the vehicle. The airbag had deployed. He’s restrained by his seatbelt and remains motionless covered in blood. Wearing gloves, I reach in and feel for a pulse. It’s faint but steady. “Can you hear me? You’ve been in a car accident, sir. We’re going to get you out of here and take good care of you. Can you tell me your name?” His lips quiver, but no sound emerges. Blood covers everything, so it’s difficult to determine the source of the bleeding. I push aside the deflated airbag to get a better look. That’s when I catch sight of a gun holstered at his side. I recoil at the sight of it, but then remember I’m here to perform myFrom above, I hear rustling and see Nathan, the EMT assigned for tonight’s ride along, making his descent. “What’ve we got here?” he asks, carrying a stretcher board and neck brace. “Are they alive?” “Yes, I’ve got a steady pulse on a white male, adult, early thirties. I can’t determine the extent of
His bruised lips form a half smile.“Nathan, is it true?” I say, leaning forward, whispering to him. “You’re Russian mafia?”“Done…nothing wrong.”I stare at him, but his eyes have slid shut again. No doubt the morphine is kicking in, mercifully easing his suffering. I struggle with what to do. I finally land on the fact that he’s innocent until proven guilty. If the cops have a case, they’ll make it and haul his Russian ass away. But he’s asking me to help him…what do I do?As if hearing my internal conflict, Nathan eyelids rise. “Framed,” he says, “I’m a businessman…graduated from…Cornell University.”Since when does the mafia attend Ivy League colleges? Who do I believe, him or the cops?“Look me up…” a slight smile touches his lips though his eyes remain shut. “Google me.”I chuckle despite the situation. “Believe me, I will, and if you don’t check out, the gun’s going straight to the authorities.”His tortured smile widens. “What…what’s your name?”The question catches me off gu
“You make it sound so simple,” I say. “Isn’t it?” “It’s complicated.” “That’s what makes it so “It?” “Us.” “Us?” I laugh. “Awfully, presumptuous of you.” He shrugs. I hold up a finger. “Onedinner,” I say. “That’s it.” He holds his silence neither agreeing nor objecting as he pins me with his unrelenting gaze. He does this a lot as if he’s drinking me in, studying every facet of me. I shake my head to break the trance I seem to fall under in his presence. It’s late, I’ve got to go home to get some much-needed sleep. “Alright,” I say, as I slowly rise from my chair. “Spokoynoy nochi, Mr. Wilson.” A wide grin splits his face, apparently impressed by my attempt to say good night in Russian. Yeah, so I learned a word or two. What’s the harm in that? I’m highly anxious as I ride the subway uptown. Silently, I berate myself for putting myself in this predicament. But Dr. Chleo invitation to watch the triple bypass surgery proved too irresistible to pass up. But amid the procedu
“You make it sound so simple,” I say. “Isn’t it?” “It’s complicated.” “That’s what makes it so“It?” “Us.” “Us?” I laugh. “Awfully, presumptuous of you.” He shrugs. I hold up a finger. “Onedinner,” I say. “That’s it.” He holds his silence neither agreeing nor objecting as he pins me with his unrelenting gaze. He does this a lot as if he’s drinking me in, studying every facet of me. I shake my head to break the trance I seem to fall under in his presence. It’s late, I’ve got to go home to get some much-needed sleep. “Alright,” I say, as I slowly rise from my chair. “Spokoynoy nochi, Mr. Wilson.” A wide grin splits his face, apparently impressed by my attempt to say good night in Russian. Yeah, so I learned a word or two. What’s the harm in that? I’m highly anxious as I ride the subway uptown. Silently, I berate myself for putting myself in this predicament. But Dr. Chleo invitation to watch the triple bypass surgery proved too irresistible to pass up. But amid the procedur
I meet his glass with mine. “Why thank you, Nathan. Maybe someday, when I have a social life, I’ll have a trophy husband onmyarm,” I say with laughter. Again, his expression falls. “Or, you could have me.” I pull back in my chair and stare at him. “We’ve known each other a whole ten days,” I chuckle. “How can you say things like that with a straight face?” “If one listens very carefully and watches for certain signs…you can learn all you need to know about a person in the space of one conversation. As a businessman operating within a very competitive environment, I must practice this skill on a daily basis to survive,” he says sternly. His smirk slowly returns. “You and I have had at least ten in-depth conversations, suffice to say, I know all I need to know about you.” I raise a brow at him. “All?” He chuckles. “All the important things. Regarding the minor details, that’s why we’re here tonight, so you can fill in the gaps.” I sit back and cross my arms over my chest. “Well, m
He nods for me to continue eating. “It pleases me to see you enjoy it. I know my effort wasn’t wasted.” “Oh, come on,” I say teasingly. “Did you really prepare this yourself?” He smirks. “Yes, I did. Is that so hard to believe?” For a moment, I’m deeply moved until… “Ah, is this part of your second date schtick? Invite the girl back to your place for an amazing gourmet meal prepared by your hand?” A shadow falls across his face. “I’ve never done this for anyone. Never even wanted to.” “Oh…” is all I can manage to say, sensing I’ve offended him. I attempt to lighten the mood. “Who knew Russian food could taste so amazing?” I take another bite. Nathan closes his eyes for a couple of seconds and takes a deep breath as if trying to calm his nerves. “What? Did you think we only ate gruel and stone-hard bread in Russia?” Uh-oh, this just took a turn for the worse. “No, of course not. Honestly, I never really gave the matter much thought. But,” I gesture at the meal. “Now I know, Russ
At exactly eleven minutes past seven, I hear my doorbell ring. She’s late. We’ll work on that. “Hello,” she practically purrs as she leans against the door frame. Her hair is down, falling about her shoulders and she’s wearing a long, stylish coat. A pair of dark high-heeled pumps set her at about 5’7 to my 6’2. “Dr. Wood.” I step aside and gesture for her to enter. She saunters in, her hips swaying beneath her coat and I’m dying to see what’s beneath it. Her scent is rich and alluring, pulling me in. “This place is incredible,” she says, gazing around at the high ceilings of this warehouse converted into an upscale home. She admires the beams and rafters, as well as the skylights in the ceiling. She then spies the table and breathes in deeply. “Something smells absolutely wonderful and I’m starving.” She turns to look at me. The hint of makeup accents her eyes and kiss-me-now lips. “Your coat,” I say with an outstretched hand. “Sure.” Chleo holds my gaze as she unfastens the sa