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
"Namhla?" Mosetsana breathed, her eyes bulging out of their sockets as she rose to her feet, using the table to stand straight since her legs were wobbly. She could not believe her eyes, Thuso's ex wife and the mother of his two kids was standing there in the flesh and she heard everything Mosetsana had just confessed. Amandla Namhla Ndabeni looked horrified and then her expression quickly morphed to embarrassment as her cheeks turned a shade darker and her eyes darted to the floor. "I'm sorry," she muttered under her breath, meeting Mosetsana's eyes briefly. "Do you mind taking a walk with me?" Mosetsana could have sworn she saw desperation and panic in the woman's eyes, but she could not be sure. She turned to the ladies for confirmation. Natalia stood up. "I should get to the office, take as much time as you need," she said hastily. "Yeah!" Lola followed. "I'd better go and survey the situation at home. See you guys later." They both left in a h
Misery truly did love company. Lies, deceit, secrets, it was all unworthy without glamour; for no one lived as dangerously as the one with a stacked wallet. The night was nothing short of glamour and glory, or as Aaron would refer to it, grandeur. Aaron McEnroe's party to celebrate his recovery was talk of the town the entire week, the entire world was aware of it, except perhaps for Mr Party. People had shown up in numbers, and Junior felt like he had an entire nation to bear witness to his limitless love for his father. The event organiser that MJ recommended was of great help and she managed to pull off the event at such a short notice. Junior was impressed, Anita Simmons had done a great job, and if this did not scream love, then he would have a hard time convincing the guests tonight. He watched his father standing at the entrance and welcoming the guests. The treatment had done the trick, he looked as strong as an ox and already had big plans for the c