Samantha.“He needs to go now, okay?” I made an attempt to loosen Atlas's grip from Alfred's wrist, but Atlas shrugged in resistance. “I want to go with my daddy.” Atlas cried, his voice echoing through the hotel room. The way he and Alfred have bonded within these few days, came as a total shock to me. They seemed as though they had always known themselves all their lives.“Sweetheart,” Alfred uttered calmly, placing a hand on Atlas's shoulder. “I need to go now, so that you and Mummy can retire to bed early. Remember you two had a long hour flight down to New York.”Silence settled in for a while. Atlas gently loosened his grip and turned toward me. “Come here,” I opened my arms and pulled him in. “Don't be sad, okay. You and daddy will have all the time together tomorrow while I get busy at work.” Locking his gaze on mine, Alfred moved closer to me. “I forgot to tell you something, Samantha.” He said in whispers. “My boss will be meeting you after work to give you all the flowers
Ethnan's POV If there's anything sure about me it was my lack of interest in attending special events or date nights. Never have I set out to sort for a nice spot for any event or celebration in my life. Had my father never considered taking charge of my wedding venue, hell would probably have turned cold before I could get my way through it. But, the level of enthusiasm I have been putting in just to sort out a nice spot for this dinner date was crazy. I felt insanely happy after finding a sweet spot that was all shades of luxury. I pulled out my phone to text the name of the place to Alfred, but I quickly decided against it and dialed his number instead. “You wanna speak to my Dad?” A soft voice asked through the receiver. “I'm guessing you are Atlas, yeah?” “Yes, I am.” He affirmed, and from the background I could hear chuckles and throaty laughter. Alfred was having a good time with his woman obviously. “Can you—” I couldn't complete my intended question as my voice was
Note to my beautiful readers: I felt the need to breathe life into my characters, hence my decision to switch from my previous POV to second POV. Thank you for being here in the first place. Samantha ignored Ethnan's question as she quickly grabbed her son's hand. “We need to leave right away.” She declared.“Can someone tell me what's happening here?” Alfred roared, throwing his hands in the air.As Samantha retreated her steps toward the car, holding tightly to her son's hand, Ethnan's eyes were pinned on her. The memories of the past flooded his mind, ushering in a sense of deep regret. “Shit! He muttered underneath his breath as Samantha zoomed away.“This is crazy, man!” Alfred turned to Ethnan. “Can you at least tell me what's happening?”“Stop pretending, man!” Anger spilled from Ethnan's voice. “I don't care about your pretense, all that matters to me is the safety of my son!”“What son?” Alfred's tone fell low.“Atlas is my son! I need not be told by anyone. The resemblance
Ethnan's eyes burned with rage as he sat across the table. “Where is this coming from, man?” He hit his hand hard on the table that Alfred flinched.“She sent in her withdrawal later this morning.” Alfred said calmly. “I couldn't convince her in any way.”Ethnan let out a laugh and cleared his throat. “I know the trick you both are trying to play,” he blurted. “But, guess what? It won't work. I don't care if my ex-wife has decided to pull out from the project we had at hand or not, all I care is I will look for her to the end of the world and get my son back.”Alfred rose to his feet, bending his neck forward until he was an inch close to Ethnan. “Point of correction.” His voice was thick. “He is not your son in every right!”Ethnan shoved him away so that he staggered to gain his composure. “You are an idiot! I will go to any extent to get my son.” He pointed a finger and added, “And If I want I will bring Samantha back into my life.”The following day Alfred boarded the next availa
She could feel her blood boiling as tension gripped her inside “Calm down, Samantha.” She said to herself, placing a hand over her chest. She pushed the covers off her body and stood up. She thought of reaching out to Alfred to disclose the message she had received from Ethnan to him, but on a second thought she decided to keep it all to herself. She would have all the time to face Ethnan, but until after the launching of her new company. She had seen enough to know the importance of financial strength for a woman, so she wouldn't allow anything to step in her way now that she was close to achieving her biggest dream.She tucked a chunk of hair behind her ears and stepped inside the bathroom. One hour after she had hit the road, with her favorite music blaring from her car. She arrived at the place where she would have an interactive session with a group of experts over a geographical choice to situate her company building.Dressed in a dark blue, fitted gown, Samantha walked into th
Samantha.I finally found my voice after it took me forever to overcome my surprise. “Tell me this is a wild joke, mother.” I rolled my eyes.My mother chuckled before she let out a throaty laughter. “I mean it, Samantha. The billionaire heir, Ethnan, will be paying us an official visit tonight.”“Ethnan? The famous billionaire heir?”She nodded, smiling.I cupped my palms over my mouth as past memories flashed before my eyes. I could vividly see how I used to squirm like a distressed worm each time I saw Ethnan's face on the television, briefing about his multi-billion dollar real estate company. Sometimes I had to fight the urge not to lick the television's screen as his charming face filled the screen. Ethnan, the most admirable bachelor in New York City, will be paying us an official visit? Unbelievable! What girl wouldn't be attracted to a man like Ethnan? He's smart, incredibly charming, successful, and famous. Excitement swept me off my feet as I pulled my mother in for a fier
Ethnan's POVHow poor could this family be to live in such a tatty house? Questions started playing out in my mind as I followed Mrs Rebecca upstairs.“The deal is simple, Mrs Rebecca.” I blurted as we stepped inside the room. “If your daughter agrees to my terms I will clear your family debt and erase every trace of poverty from your lineage.” Authority reeked from my voice unintended.“Mr Ethnan, do not mind my inquisitiveness.” Her voice was shaky as she averted her gaze and let it fall on her feet. “Could you brief me what the terms are like?”“Under a non-disclosure agreement, your daughter will become my proxy wife until my father passes away.” I paused, looking at her face to get her reaction. “And through the course of her stay in my house there will be no intimacy between us and she won't discharge a slight of spousal duty for me.”A suffocating stillness lingered and I could feel my patience trimming out. “Would you call her in to sign the agreement? I have other things to
Samantha.One Week Later.“I love these curls,” I said to the hairstylist before turning my attention to my mother.“You are the best mother in the entire universe,” I stretched out my left hand and she carefully slid a bracelet on it. “This is so beautiful!” I added.My mother rolled her eyes in a prideful manner. “I regard this bracelet as a treasure, Samantha. I have kept it age-long for this special day of yours.” Her voice was filled with elation. “This bracelet was given to me by my mother on my wedding day, you know. And years later when the ultrasound confirmed your gender to me during a few months of conception, I told myself that I would pass it to you on your wedding day, too.”I gave a toothless smile because my make-up artist was lining my lips.The hotel room was quite airy even though a few numbers of professionals were inside, styling me for my wedding ceremony. I wasn't sure if it was my husband-to-be or someone else that made the choice of this particular hotel, but
She could feel her blood boiling as tension gripped her inside “Calm down, Samantha.” She said to herself, placing a hand over her chest. She pushed the covers off her body and stood up. She thought of reaching out to Alfred to disclose the message she had received from Ethnan to him, but on a second thought she decided to keep it all to herself. She would have all the time to face Ethnan, but until after the launching of her new company. She had seen enough to know the importance of financial strength for a woman, so she wouldn't allow anything to step in her way now that she was close to achieving her biggest dream.She tucked a chunk of hair behind her ears and stepped inside the bathroom. One hour after she had hit the road, with her favorite music blaring from her car. She arrived at the place where she would have an interactive session with a group of experts over a geographical choice to situate her company building.Dressed in a dark blue, fitted gown, Samantha walked into th
Ethnan's eyes burned with rage as he sat across the table. “Where is this coming from, man?” He hit his hand hard on the table that Alfred flinched.“She sent in her withdrawal later this morning.” Alfred said calmly. “I couldn't convince her in any way.”Ethnan let out a laugh and cleared his throat. “I know the trick you both are trying to play,” he blurted. “But, guess what? It won't work. I don't care if my ex-wife has decided to pull out from the project we had at hand or not, all I care is I will look for her to the end of the world and get my son back.”Alfred rose to his feet, bending his neck forward until he was an inch close to Ethnan. “Point of correction.” His voice was thick. “He is not your son in every right!”Ethnan shoved him away so that he staggered to gain his composure. “You are an idiot! I will go to any extent to get my son.” He pointed a finger and added, “And If I want I will bring Samantha back into my life.”The following day Alfred boarded the next availa
Note to my beautiful readers: I felt the need to breathe life into my characters, hence my decision to switch from my previous POV to second POV. Thank you for being here in the first place. Samantha ignored Ethnan's question as she quickly grabbed her son's hand. “We need to leave right away.” She declared.“Can someone tell me what's happening here?” Alfred roared, throwing his hands in the air.As Samantha retreated her steps toward the car, holding tightly to her son's hand, Ethnan's eyes were pinned on her. The memories of the past flooded his mind, ushering in a sense of deep regret. “Shit! He muttered underneath his breath as Samantha zoomed away.“This is crazy, man!” Alfred turned to Ethnan. “Can you at least tell me what's happening?”“Stop pretending, man!” Anger spilled from Ethnan's voice. “I don't care about your pretense, all that matters to me is the safety of my son!”“What son?” Alfred's tone fell low.“Atlas is my son! I need not be told by anyone. The resemblance
Ethnan's POV If there's anything sure about me it was my lack of interest in attending special events or date nights. Never have I set out to sort for a nice spot for any event or celebration in my life. Had my father never considered taking charge of my wedding venue, hell would probably have turned cold before I could get my way through it. But, the level of enthusiasm I have been putting in just to sort out a nice spot for this dinner date was crazy. I felt insanely happy after finding a sweet spot that was all shades of luxury. I pulled out my phone to text the name of the place to Alfred, but I quickly decided against it and dialed his number instead. “You wanna speak to my Dad?” A soft voice asked through the receiver. “I'm guessing you are Atlas, yeah?” “Yes, I am.” He affirmed, and from the background I could hear chuckles and throaty laughter. Alfred was having a good time with his woman obviously. “Can you—” I couldn't complete my intended question as my voice was
Samantha.“He needs to go now, okay?” I made an attempt to loosen Atlas's grip from Alfred's wrist, but Atlas shrugged in resistance. “I want to go with my daddy.” Atlas cried, his voice echoing through the hotel room. The way he and Alfred have bonded within these few days, came as a total shock to me. They seemed as though they had always known themselves all their lives.“Sweetheart,” Alfred uttered calmly, placing a hand on Atlas's shoulder. “I need to go now, so that you and Mummy can retire to bed early. Remember you two had a long hour flight down to New York.”Silence settled in for a while. Atlas gently loosened his grip and turned toward me. “Come here,” I opened my arms and pulled him in. “Don't be sad, okay. You and daddy will have all the time together tomorrow while I get busy at work.” Locking his gaze on mine, Alfred moved closer to me. “I forgot to tell you something, Samantha.” He said in whispers. “My boss will be meeting you after work to give you all the flowers
Ethnan's POV “How was your trip, Man?” I ushered Alfred inside my living room. He rolled his eyes and a sheepish smile spread across his face. Without saying a word he sank into the sofa and wiped a hand across his face.“You seem drunk.” I uttered after studying his mood for a while. I picked an enveloped file from the center table and nudged it toward him. “You have been laughing like a fool, man.”“I am not drunk.” Alfred's voice came out clean. “I will tell you what's up with this mood of mine. But, first let's see what's in here.”I stood up to get a bottle of wine from the refrigerator when Alfred started to unseal the envelope.“Ethnan!” He screamed so loudly that I nearly lost the grip of the wine in my hand. I craned my head to his direction and his eyes were almost popping out against the document in his hand.“Calm down.” A big smile spread across my face as I held his gaze. “I was shocked too when the sales department gave it to me yesterday.” “Over a hundred awaiting re
Samantha. “Yes you can confide in me, Samantha.” Empathy gleamed in Alfred's eyes. He pushed a lump down his throat and wiped a hand across his face. “C'mon talk to me, Samantha. What's wrong with your son?”I bit hard into my lower lip and I tasted blood. “This feels hard. Harder than I had thought.” I sank into the chair and gathered Altas in between my hugging arms. “Atlas, you may need to go inside the bedroom now, okay? Me and your friend need to talk privately.” Without a word Atlas nodded his head and left. “Alfred, my life is an absolute mess!” Tears pooled in my eyes instantly.“Do not cry, please.” Alfred's voice was shaky. “It breaks my heart to see you cry.” He walked closer to me and stood right beside me, his masculine scent sweet. “Atlas's father is absent.” I finally lifted the weight of the words off my chest. “And his absence is starting to affect Atlas in some negative ways.”“Absent?” Surprise reeked from his tone. “How? Why?”I knew I was going to cry a mess, so
Samantha.The evening air was cool against my skin, and I could feel everything in my insides coming alive as I broke the news of my latest achievement to my son..“I am proud of you, Mum.” Atlas's hands rested against my shoulders, as I squatted, facing him. “You are a superwoman.” Seeing how happy my son was, an overwhelming feeling of fulfillment swelled inside me. “I promised to work hard so I could give you the best of everything, remember?” I gently tucked at his soft cheek.He attempted to speak, but tears filled his eyes. “What's the problem, Atlas?” My voice was tense. “Why are you crying?”“You didn't keep to a promise you made to me.” He was sobbing now. “I wish you had kept that one promise, mom.”“What promise?” I blurted, rising to my feet.For a while all he could do was sob, and mymy heart wept because Atlas's tears caused me to be miserable in some sort of way. Finally he told me that It was about his father. I had failed on my promise to him that his father was com
Ethnan's POV.“Five properties for a start, Alfred.” My cellphone was sandwiched between my ear and my shoulder, while my fingers worked on my computer. “If she executes her skills well enough on the five properties I will order the advertising team to put them up on advert, and then we track the sales progress.” “Alright, Ethnan.” Alfred's voice beamed into the receiver. I could hear a child's voice in the background that instantly filled me with the urge to ask Alfred a curious question. “The boy must be a lively one, yeah?” “Absolutely,” Alfred cheered. “He is such a sweet child.”“Good then. Make sure the tour is quick so that he and his mother can go back to the hotel on time.”“Sure.” Was Alfred's last response before he hung up.Two Weeks Later.“No way!” I screamed, my voice echoed through the roofs. “Sold out? Is this a joke or what?” I watched in disbelief as my company's accountant scrolled the screen of the computer, showing me the transaction history of the recent sales