He did not leave. Kyle Davids never left her last night. For the first time in years, she had the comfort she had so badly needed for so long. Being in his arms as she wailed and him telling her that it was okay reminded her of how she was all alone, she had no one by her side. Kyle Davids had said a lot of things last night, but most of what he said about her was nothing but the truth. She was yet to confirm everything he said about her father, she refused to believe that her most favourite person in the world, the only man she admired and worshipped, was the monster Kyle made him out to me. She was scared, she was afraid of what she was going to find out because the idea that she had wasted all the years of her life and missed out on family was solely based on a fairytale did not sit well with her. If any of what Kyle said was true, how did she go about fixing things? Her family was distorted, and she was partly to blame for it. Sasha was not yet
Kyle thought he could go for another hour cooped up in the guestroom after taking a shower, but it proved difficult to ignore the smell of freshly brewed coffee and a combination of different food aromas, not to miss the angry growls of his stomach. His forehead creased as the door to his room opened, and he turned around to be welcome by Sasha’s horrified face as she quickly backed away and shut the door. Kyle sighed, continuing to button up the sleeves of his white shirt. He had no change of clothes, but luckily for him, the washing machines and dryer in this house, as old-fashioned as they were, still worked. He had handwashed his clothes and left them in the dryer while he showered. Perks of living a bachelor life even while he was married, he could do anything for himself from doing his laundry and ironing it, and cooking when he was not lazy. One thing they had in common with Logan was their love for the kitchen. After some time, there was a knock at the do
They say a woman holds a knife by the sharp end, but for Lola Leibrandt, it felt as though the knife had pierced through her hand and aimed straight for her heart. She was bleeding on the inside, but she still forced herself to fight to the end. Nobody saw her pain, everyone expected her to be understanding all the time while they continued trampling all over her like a piece of gum stuck under a shoe. She had to endure her husband throwing Montana and their son in her face these past few weeks, and now she was forced to understand that Montana was the mother of David’s son. She had to slave herself to make them ‘feel at home.’ In whose home exactly? She breathed heavily as she clutched at the edge of the kitchen counter with a knife in one of her gloves hands. She breathed in and out, trying to even out her breath, and she used the back of her free hand to wipe the sweat on her forehead. Lola placed the knife down, took off the gloves, and washed her hands,
London was the centre of her heart for most of her life, it was a secret hideout, a place where she never felt she needed to pretend to be someone else or spend all day trying to make her place in other people’s heart, it was her home away from home. It was funny because she spent half her life in Cape Town and half her life there, however, a few weeks in Cape Town, and London now felt foreign to her, like she did not belong. She stood in front of the tall building, staring up at the logo at the top of the building, Billings Corp. She was parked in front of the building, leaning against the car in her casual disguise; a pair of jeans and sandals, a yellow flowery off-shoulder cropped blouse, and a summer hat paired with dark shades. MJ kept thinking about what Blair said, she remembered how she had confessed that the company was never her vision, that it was only her legacy on paper. The company was and had always been Alastair’s vision and MJ just made it possib
He rotated from side to side in his chair, twirling the pen in his hand while staring blankly at the wall in thought. He was just sitting there despite the chaos erupting in his company, he could not bring himself to think of solutions. It seemed giving the companies money to compensate for the lost goods that never left the African soil was not enough, they wanted answers, they wanted their goods. Logan was in a hurdle, the stock in the containers at the harbour would not be enough to fulfill everyone's orders while others would get their goods in abundance. He could easily buy everything from scratch, however, even if he could, it would take months for his team to rebuild even better and bigger ships. It would be a while before his company got back on track, moreover his reputation had taken a blow with everything that has been happening these past months. There was a long way to recovery. "Did you hear what I said or should I repeat my question?" Log
MJ laid on her bed in the hotel room, facing up at the ceiling with her hands resting on her lower abdomen and her hair sprawled on the sheets above her head, her black eyes gleaming with excitement and wonder. Everything was ready for tomorrow night, her dress, her shoes, her purse, and her hair had already been done, she would just have to do a few touch-ups tomorrow evening. But those were the least important things, tomorrow was a huge night, Aaron Jr had really tipped the scale with this idea of hosting a party for his father. It felt like everything was finally falling into place. Liam was on standby with Sienna, Sasha was also on board, MJ could only hope that no one backed out and she prayed every guest she asked Aaron to invite would be there, especially Javier Mendoza. She still could not believe he was married to Sienna, his marriage to Samantha’s sister felt like a downgrade. She sighed loudly and tilted her head, her eyes landing on her pho
The trio collected at their favourite table at the cafe, they were glad that the place was running again and they were even happier to see Mrs Dos Santos slowly easing back to her old self. The quietness of the morning was exactly what the three women needed, Lola needed to get away from the house, while Mosetsana and Natalia could use the peace and quiet before starting their day at the office, things were hectic, especially now that Logan was barely around, and it did not help that Lola was also starting to be scarce. “When are you returning to work, Lola?” Natalia asked, obviously wishing she could take a break from work. “Not anytime soon, guys. You are going to have to miss me a little longer,” Lola said, she knew it did not matter how long she stayed away from work, Logan always had someone to stand in for her and he would never fire her. “I have so much to deal with at the moment. Anyway, how are you guys coping since the explosion?” Natalia and Mosetsana
"What happened to sticking to the plan?" Liam Auburn asked as he sat against the headboard, his chest bare and his lower body buried under the sheets. He watched the woman sitting at the dressing table while brushing her hair. Sienna scoffed. “You should just be grateful that I did not rat you out and tell her that you told me this plan beforehand,” she said with her heavy accent. He was still unsettled by how things turned out at the house when he went with MJ to meet Sienna. That was not how he had planned for things to go, however, Sienna sabotaged him. Guess that was what he got for trusting a mobster's ex wife. The truth was that Liam had been walking on wire since MJ's kidnapping and he had been slacking off since then, he felt like he had lost his touch and that he had been disappointing MJ all the time. He had failed to catch a 13-year-old, and when MJ dispatched him to London, he thought this was his chance to redeem himself. All MJ h