It’s been some weeks since she'd got separated from Trevor, but somehow, she still felt that he would come back to his senses. Even when her bank alert beeped with the sum of thirty thousand dollars, even when she got a mail from Trevor reminding her to vacate the apartment, she still had hope that he would come back to her.
It was a Saturday and as her lazy day, Phoebe laid back on the bed in her new apartment, staring at the fancy bulb on the ceiling. There were a lot of chores waiting for her as she was sure the kitchen would be a mess after her late cooking the previous night, but she didn't have the strength to get up from the bed. Her phone flashed on with a beep as a message entered, but she didn't bother to pick up the phone which was lying on the nightstand by her bedside as she knew exactly who it was. A crazy colleague at her workplace who couldn't read the lines to know that she wasn't and wouldn't ever be interested in what he was proposing. He'd taken it upon himself to write her five-minute epistles every morning since she got her job and it annoyed her to no end. She stirred on the bed again, as she pictured herself in the kitchen doing the chores but her body refused to comply as it lay lifeless on the bed. But then, she felt a sudden need to puke that made her jump out of the mattress and into the bathroom. Raising her head from the toilet seat, she watched her vomit float above the toilet water, before flushing it down. She proceeded to rinse her mouth when she caught her reflection in the mirror. “Please don't fall sick,” she whispered to herself as she stared at the pale image of herself in the mirror. That was how her mornings have been since the last three days and she knew it had everything to do with her draining job. She'd just started working at a newly established company as an accountant as she'd spent most of her money on securing a house and was the one financing her bills now, unlike when Trevor paid for everything. She proceeded to brush her teeth before stepping out of the bathroom. Her phone beeped again and hissing loudly, she picked it up from the nightstand. But it wasn't the message that got her blood rising, but the date. 3rd August 2023. No, it can't be, right?” she asked no one in particular as she quickly got dressed into the flare gown she saw nearby before rushing out of the house. Her period was a week late and for someone who'd never missed her period before, coupled with her sudden illness, it only meant one thing, one thing that she wasn't ready to accept. She was soon back at her house with five pregnancy tests she'd gotten from a nearby pharmacy. Closing her eyes, she prayed for it to come out negative before urinating on all five. She paced back and forth, waiting for the tests to be ready and when it was, had her heart falling into her stomach. Four of the five test sticks showed up positive. How is it possible? It was just one…..” she rushed to the bathroom again and crouched down on the toilet seat, emptying her bowels. Who was she kidding? As much as she wanted to brush it off as malaria, she couldn't. There was no way four tests could be all wrong. Her head felt dizzy and she held onto her dresser for support. With her phone still in hand, and not knowing what else to do, she dialed the number she'd been avoiding. Her heart thumped erratically in her chest, with her breath coming out in shallow pants as she held the phone to her ear. It rang for some time with no response before it was forwarded to voicemail. Releasing the air she'd been holding, she dialed again. “What is it?” his voice sailed through the speakers of her phone. It was different from the voice he addressed her with, as the cold undertone couldn't be mistaken. She swallowed saliva as she thought of how best to relate the message to him but her brain seemed to have gone to a vacation as it was blank. “Look, I have a lot on my table right now. And yes, I forgot to add, you are not allowed to call me....” “I have something to tell you, can we see? Phoebe interrupted him as she sensed that he might end the call. “No, we cannot. If it's that important then say it here.” Phoebe took in another breath and on the exhale, voiced her anxiety. “I'm pregnant, Trevor.” An uncomfortable silence ensued between the both of them and those few seconds were like years for Phoebe. Just as she was still wondering what was going through his mind, he broke into a humorless laughter. Phoebe’s eyebrows knitted in confusion as she listened to his chuckle which ended abruptly. “Aren’t you tired, baby girl? First, it was a love format, and now you want to pin me down with pregnancy?” “I remember reminding you to take the pills each time we made a mistake so if you are truly pregnant like you claim, that's your problem and not mine.” Phoebe wanted to say something but he wasn't done as his voice interrupted her. “Or are you that dumb to think that carrying that thing would gain you access to the Sanders family? Pathetic.” A tear involuntarily escaped from her eyes as his words felt like sharp arrows pierced her heart. She wouldn't say she was entirely surprised but it was still hard for her to fit him into that jerky personality. She took another deep breath to steady her voice and not show she was crying. “Exactly the reaction I had expected. If it would put your mind at ease, it was just a scare. I only wanted to know what you would have done if it were true and I think I've gotten my answer.” she mumbled, trying to sound normal as opposed to the way her insides felt like everything was crumbling down to ruins. “Good thing for you.” That was the only thing he said before ending the call. As soon as the call ended, came the tears she'd been holding back, pouring out in torrentsPhoebe got out of the elevator and headed towards the private ward of the Lockwood hospital. On reaching the door, she took a deep breath to calm her nerves before opening the door. She'd done a good job with her makeup so it would be hard for him to know she’d been crying. His grey eyes were the first thing that caught hers as James raised his head to see the person who was intruding on his privacy, his facial features softening into a smile on seeing that it was his daughter. “Come on in. I have missed you, my child,” he said as he motioned to the little stool nearby. “Good day, Dad. How do you feel today?” “What can I say? The old man is waiting for the day he will meet his Sarah,” he replied as his gaze darted into space. Phoebe ignored him as she walked to the seat. Sarah, her late mom died five years ago during the premature birth of her sibling. In their need for another child, they had ignored the doctor’s warning to get rid of the pregnancy as it was dangerous, and
“Who are you people and what could you possibly want from me? A lowlife woman? Please let me go, I beg of you,” Phoebe started pleading as soon as the car had gone some distance. If they were going to kill her, they could go ahead as she was already dying a million times from the fear of the unknown. Her mind ran wild as she tried to figure out where all this was coming from but she was unable to pinpoint it. She has always lived a simple life and made sure to avoid creating enemies so why exactly was she here? She was very certain that they had mistaken her for someone else but how was she going to convince them? Having so much on her table already, she wasn’t ready to go through whatever fate the real victim was to go through. Yes, it was a selfish thought but who wouldn’t be under such conditions? “Please let me go, I beg of you. I won’t say a word about this to anybody, I promise.” Her pleas must have amused one of the men as he broke into a weird laughter. Phoebe paused as sh
The men let go of her hand and exited through a golden door located at the far end of the living room. Following them with her eyes until they had disappeared out of sight, she caught sight of another staircase to the right with a piano right underneath. “What do you want from me? Why are you doing this?” She asked the question that had been at the tip of her tongue all the while. She'd thought it would be Trevor but meeting this man in his place made her feel uncertain about his intention. Did Trevor hire this man to do the dirty work of ending her life? No, he won't. Right? But this man looked nothing like a murderer, an ear piercing and that was it. But do murderers have to look a certain way? Everybody’s capable of killing once they have a reason to. Bile rose to her throat as a series of thoughts ran through her mind all at once. And the way he kept staring at her like a creep…No, a starved lion that just met his prey, wasn't helping matters. “Relax princess, there's e
He carried her into the room they’d emerged from, before climbing up the golden staircase. Phoebe wondered if he felt pain at all with the way he was carrying her effortlessly like she was weightless even when she weighed over 59kg. On reaching the top of the stairs, Phoebe saw that the mansion was massive as they kept passing door after door…just how many rooms did the house contain? She wondered if it would be possible for her to escape from the house which seemed to expand the more they went. He opened the door to a big bedroom with a queen-sized bed in the middle. The whole room was painted milky white, matched with golden tiles. The vanity, wardrobe, closet, and door were all of golden color. Before Phoebe could finish drowning herself in the beauty of the room, she was thrown with force on the bed. The force with which she landed made the bed to vibrate violently. The hair tie she'd used to put her hair up in a ponytail, snapped and her hair came undone, adding color to the pri
“Good evening ma’am, I am Marcy and I'm here to deliver your food and to get you ready for tonight. “What's happening tonight?” Phoebe asked, ditching the question that had been at the tip of her tongue. The lady bowed her head and remained silent. “I'm sorry ma’am but it's not in my place to let you know if the young master hasn't told you yet. I am just following instructions,” she said, her voice carrying a tremble that made Phoebe wonder if she was crying. “Okay,” Phoebe answered as she studied the woman whose head was bowed the whole time. She had a lot of questions and needed answers but she wasn't going to force it out of a maid whose job was important to her. She wasn't going to put her at risk. Surmounting courage, she opened the door and let the woman in. The maid kept the tray containing the food on the bed and Phoebe’s eyes were quick to see the file on it. She rushed to the bed and grabbed it. As she picked it up from the tray, she saw that the maid was still stan
Her heart felt heavy and minutes passed as she stood there with eyes glued to the door. Looking down at the substance that was given to her, she knew exactly what to do. Over her dead body would she allow him to toy with her the way Trevor had done. Without thinking it through for fear of retreating, she opened the bag and sprinkled the content on her food. After she'd properly mixed it, she dug into her meal, relishing the flavors while being grateful that at least her last meal was nice. She ate silently as tears kept flowing from her eyes. Trevor would surely pay for the hurt he'd caused her. Her heart constricted with guilt as she knew she was taking two lives now_hers and the baby's whose only crime was to choose her to be its mother. But she continued eating anyway. As soon as she was done with the food, she emptied the glass of water that she'd been served, before going to place the tray on the vanity. She walked back to her bed and lay down, covering herself with the duvet
Lucas towered over her and sealed his lips with hers, searching he'd mouth and wrestling with her tongue for dominance. Goosebumps enveloped her skin as his skillful hands caressed her body, touching and squeezing her at all of her turning points. His lips went down her neck, biting and kissing till they got to her cleavage. He helped her remove her clothes, exposing her undies. “You are already wet for me.” He murmured as he sighted the wet patch on her panties. A blush formed on Phoebe’s face at his comment. He held the strings of her panties, looking at her face for any sign of disapproval. On getting none, he pulled the panties off and sniffed on it. Phoebe’s pussy smelled amazing, doing a great job of awakening his third leg. He started to lick on her thighs, deriving pleasure in the way her body froze and relaxed in synchrony. Phoebe moaned as she felt his wet tongue on her spot, a lick at first which seemed to take all of her reasoning from her. She held on to his head as he
Phoebe Scott stood in the living room of the expensive mansion she’d become familiar with. Today was going to determine the fate of her future with Trevor Sanders. She checked the time for the umpteenth time, wondering if he would show up. He doesn't like her coming without notice. She'd been in a relationship with him for the past four years. Although it was clearly stated in the contract she’d signed that she was needed for sex, which she had agreed to as she was in desperate need of money, it wasn't the case anymore. “What if he doesn't come?” she soliloquized, anxiety gripping her in a tight embrace. Her feet found their way to the wine collection rack where she poured herself a drink from one of the many bottles sitting there. She took a big gulp as she closed her eyes, savoring the sweet taste of the wine on her tongue. She wouldn't be enjoying such luxury if she hadn't met him. If she hadn't agreed to be his sex toy, she would probably still be in the streets finding the
Lucas towered over her and sealed his lips with hers, searching he'd mouth and wrestling with her tongue for dominance. Goosebumps enveloped her skin as his skillful hands caressed her body, touching and squeezing her at all of her turning points. His lips went down her neck, biting and kissing till they got to her cleavage. He helped her remove her clothes, exposing her undies. “You are already wet for me.” He murmured as he sighted the wet patch on her panties. A blush formed on Phoebe’s face at his comment. He held the strings of her panties, looking at her face for any sign of disapproval. On getting none, he pulled the panties off and sniffed on it. Phoebe’s pussy smelled amazing, doing a great job of awakening his third leg. He started to lick on her thighs, deriving pleasure in the way her body froze and relaxed in synchrony. Phoebe moaned as she felt his wet tongue on her spot, a lick at first which seemed to take all of her reasoning from her. She held on to his head as he
Her heart felt heavy and minutes passed as she stood there with eyes glued to the door. Looking down at the substance that was given to her, she knew exactly what to do. Over her dead body would she allow him to toy with her the way Trevor had done. Without thinking it through for fear of retreating, she opened the bag and sprinkled the content on her food. After she'd properly mixed it, she dug into her meal, relishing the flavors while being grateful that at least her last meal was nice. She ate silently as tears kept flowing from her eyes. Trevor would surely pay for the hurt he'd caused her. Her heart constricted with guilt as she knew she was taking two lives now_hers and the baby's whose only crime was to choose her to be its mother. But she continued eating anyway. As soon as she was done with the food, she emptied the glass of water that she'd been served, before going to place the tray on the vanity. She walked back to her bed and lay down, covering herself with the duvet
“Good evening ma’am, I am Marcy and I'm here to deliver your food and to get you ready for tonight. “What's happening tonight?” Phoebe asked, ditching the question that had been at the tip of her tongue. The lady bowed her head and remained silent. “I'm sorry ma’am but it's not in my place to let you know if the young master hasn't told you yet. I am just following instructions,” she said, her voice carrying a tremble that made Phoebe wonder if she was crying. “Okay,” Phoebe answered as she studied the woman whose head was bowed the whole time. She had a lot of questions and needed answers but she wasn't going to force it out of a maid whose job was important to her. She wasn't going to put her at risk. Surmounting courage, she opened the door and let the woman in. The maid kept the tray containing the food on the bed and Phoebe’s eyes were quick to see the file on it. She rushed to the bed and grabbed it. As she picked it up from the tray, she saw that the maid was still stan
He carried her into the room they’d emerged from, before climbing up the golden staircase. Phoebe wondered if he felt pain at all with the way he was carrying her effortlessly like she was weightless even when she weighed over 59kg. On reaching the top of the stairs, Phoebe saw that the mansion was massive as they kept passing door after door…just how many rooms did the house contain? She wondered if it would be possible for her to escape from the house which seemed to expand the more they went. He opened the door to a big bedroom with a queen-sized bed in the middle. The whole room was painted milky white, matched with golden tiles. The vanity, wardrobe, closet, and door were all of golden color. Before Phoebe could finish drowning herself in the beauty of the room, she was thrown with force on the bed. The force with which she landed made the bed to vibrate violently. The hair tie she'd used to put her hair up in a ponytail, snapped and her hair came undone, adding color to the pri
The men let go of her hand and exited through a golden door located at the far end of the living room. Following them with her eyes until they had disappeared out of sight, she caught sight of another staircase to the right with a piano right underneath. “What do you want from me? Why are you doing this?” She asked the question that had been at the tip of her tongue all the while. She'd thought it would be Trevor but meeting this man in his place made her feel uncertain about his intention. Did Trevor hire this man to do the dirty work of ending her life? No, he won't. Right? But this man looked nothing like a murderer, an ear piercing and that was it. But do murderers have to look a certain way? Everybody’s capable of killing once they have a reason to. Bile rose to her throat as a series of thoughts ran through her mind all at once. And the way he kept staring at her like a creep…No, a starved lion that just met his prey, wasn't helping matters. “Relax princess, there's e
“Who are you people and what could you possibly want from me? A lowlife woman? Please let me go, I beg of you,” Phoebe started pleading as soon as the car had gone some distance. If they were going to kill her, they could go ahead as she was already dying a million times from the fear of the unknown. Her mind ran wild as she tried to figure out where all this was coming from but she was unable to pinpoint it. She has always lived a simple life and made sure to avoid creating enemies so why exactly was she here? She was very certain that they had mistaken her for someone else but how was she going to convince them? Having so much on her table already, she wasn’t ready to go through whatever fate the real victim was to go through. Yes, it was a selfish thought but who wouldn’t be under such conditions? “Please let me go, I beg of you. I won’t say a word about this to anybody, I promise.” Her pleas must have amused one of the men as he broke into a weird laughter. Phoebe paused as sh
Phoebe got out of the elevator and headed towards the private ward of the Lockwood hospital. On reaching the door, she took a deep breath to calm her nerves before opening the door. She'd done a good job with her makeup so it would be hard for him to know she’d been crying. His grey eyes were the first thing that caught hers as James raised his head to see the person who was intruding on his privacy, his facial features softening into a smile on seeing that it was his daughter. “Come on in. I have missed you, my child,” he said as he motioned to the little stool nearby. “Good day, Dad. How do you feel today?” “What can I say? The old man is waiting for the day he will meet his Sarah,” he replied as his gaze darted into space. Phoebe ignored him as she walked to the seat. Sarah, her late mom died five years ago during the premature birth of her sibling. In their need for another child, they had ignored the doctor’s warning to get rid of the pregnancy as it was dangerous, and
It’s been some weeks since she'd got separated from Trevor, but somehow, she still felt that he would come back to his senses. Even when her bank alert beeped with the sum of thirty thousand dollars, even when she got a mail from Trevor reminding her to vacate the apartment, she still had hope that he would come back to her. It was a Saturday and as her lazy day, Phoebe laid back on the bed in her new apartment, staring at the fancy bulb on the ceiling. There were a lot of chores waiting for her as she was sure the kitchen would be a mess after her late cooking the previous night, but she didn't have the strength to get up from the bed. Her phone flashed on with a beep as a message entered, but she didn't bother to pick up the phone which was lying on the nightstand by her bedside as she knew exactly who it was. A crazy colleague at her workplace who couldn't read the lines to know that she wasn't and wouldn't ever be interested in what he was proposing. He'd taken it upon himself t
“There’s nothing to talk about here. It was printed boldly in the contract you signed that no strings are to be attached. It’s just sex, Phoebe, us having fun,” he spat out as he ran his hand through the short black strands of his now tousled hair. It was evident that he was slowly losing his temper. His cock was erect and the familiar scent of his arousal filled the room, assaulting Phoebe’s nostrils. Or should she say their arousal, as her panties were damp wet and her pussy kept throbbing as if threatening to explode if not given what it demands? But she wasn’t going to give them that satisfaction, not until Trevor saw that it wasn’t about the money or sex anymore. She wanted something more. She loved him. It wasn’t planned but she did now and didn't want to be just the toy he plays with. “I think I now see what this is all about,” his voice broke her inner monologue as he turned to face her, tsking. “You’ve finally found out whose son I am, isn’t it? And now you want to rob me o