She had not moved a muscle since he left her in the cold bare room again.Perhaps this was what she deserved for trusting a man she had only ever known under the sheets. All she wanted to do was to teach her baby daddy a lesson, she wanted to remind him why it was crucial for him to stay away from them, but in the end, she shot herself on the foot and put her kids in danger.For a second she had believed that she was in control of the entire situation, she had them all exactly where she wanted them. After all, she was Sienna Ortiz, the world bowed at her mercy.But she never realised that her arrogance was her biggest weakness.Her face looked like a canvas, with different colours splashed all over it from all the crying she had done when she thought her children were captured.Liam walked back into the basement and dropped a bag at her feet, she had to give it to him, he was smarter than he initially played out to be. She had underestimated him.The ma
The party was over and the last few of the guests were piling out of the restaurant. His father had long retired for the night, and Aaron Junior settled at one of the tables with a coffee in hand, he was drunk beyond limit, his head felt light and he could barely walk on his own.Everyone had left, except for the event planner who was helping the waiters to clean up. His mother could not have stayed longer than an hour, one minute she was there, and the next, she was gone. She had gone as far as switching hotels a few days before the party, that girl’s visit had left her unsettled. He could not wait for the day when they would no longer have to hide their relationship.“Mr McEnroe.”He lazily gazed up at the source of the voice and his lips quirked up. “Ms Simmons, Mr McEnroe is my father.”Anita Simmons smiled with a slight nod. “My apologies, Junior. Uhm… I just wanted to thank you for giving me this opportunity. It was truly an honour to work o
The cool autumn night felt like winter had made its mark, there was no telling whether it was just bad weather or if the coldness of death was making its way, tainting his soul to the core.Javier Mendoza sat outside his suite, at the balcony late after midnight. He sat on the straw armchair with his long legs parted, leaning back with his white shirt tucked out and the buttons open, leaving his chest bare. He looked as though he was sleeping as his eyes were shut tightly and he had one hand propped on the armrest with his head leaning steadily on the fist while his other hand rested on other armrest.He was not sleeping. He could not sleep, all he kept thinking about were his children and wife. Well, ex-wife, considering the fact that the only thing he had to worry about concerning his wife was the massive headache she would have in the morning due to her drinking habits. He was not even in the least mad or annoyed by Danielle, if anything, he was glad that she wa
By the time they woke up in the morning, MJ was more exhausted than the night before. She needed more sleep, but there was no time to rest. As soon as the clock hit 6a.m., their plane left the grounds of Amsterdam and they were on an eleven-hour long trip to Johannesburg.That was not a part of her plan, but Logan insisted that he had some business to take care of. They had breakfast on the plane, and it was not as bad as MJ had anticipated even if she said so herself.She slept the entire flight back home and only woke up when they landed at O.R. Tambo International Airport in Johannesburg. MJ quickly changed her outfit because she felt it was creased since she had been sleeping in the clothes she was previously wearing. Hopefully Logan would not mind accompanying her to do some shopping because she needed more clothes.Neither MJ nor Logan had been to Jo’burg since her birthday, not to mention that that had been the only time she visited the place since
She heard them talking on the phone. Once again MJ Billings had failed to show up for her brother.Sonya tried to understand the first time because even though she never left Jorge’s side, she was also scared. But what excuse did MJ have this time around?MJ could have at least called her, but she decided to call her sketchy bodyguard, Jackson, with instructions to keep a close eye on Jorge and not to allow the police to interrogate him. It seemed like everyone was suddenly pretending she was a nobody because Jorge did not remember her, but she still wore his ring on her finger, she was still his fiancee.She watched the guard as he disappeared to get himself more coffee. Sonya could not trust him, but he was the only one who had shown up since Jorge woke up, even Shannon had vanished. She did not even want to think about Lola, God knows she landed there by mistake the other day.She was startled by her phone blaring up, she took it out and saw th
For two hours straight, MJ sat in that flight wondering what could be so urgent that it could not wait until tomorrow. She could not get over the urgent note in Kyle’s voice when he called her. And when she finally landed in Cape Town, it felt like the time to face reality had arrived. She was afraid of whatever it was that awaited her outside this place.She remained seated there, refusing to lift even a muscle to unbuckle her seatbelt. She wished Logan was there with her, perhaps he would help her to face whatever monsters laid out there.MJ thought her problems would have to wait for another minute, but it seemed she did not even have to leave the plane to face them, just as she removed her seatbelt, Kyle entered the jet, and what made her blood run cold was the fact that he was not alone; four more people followed behind him.He sat opposite her, and Cameron joined him while Sasha, Demi, and Shaka sat on the other side of the jet.She opened h
It was approximately 11p.m. when Sonya Smith arrived outside her apartment building, she paid the Uber driver and stood on the pavement as she watched him drive away.She heaved a sigh, turning around to face the old rusty building in plight. It did not matter what time of the day it was, the building was always dull, its quietness intimidating. It was worse now that she was unemployed, just the thought of returning to this place every single day made her feel poor.In a way, Jorge’s hospitalisation had rescued her; Meneer Brown could hardly say she used up too much water or electricity, she was barely ever home; she bathed and ate at the hospital and only ever stopped by to get a change of clothes.No one had to know that she had not paid rent these past three months or that she had cancelled all her clothing accounts, all that was mundane as compared to her boyfriend’s life. It was sad that he had lost his memory and would be wheelchair-bound, but the wo
The entire place was ransacked, everything was a mess, and there was nothing him or his men could do. There was no trace of the kidnappers anywhere, there was no trail of their whereabouts.The damage in the suite was a clear indication that Sienna had put up a great fight before they took her. That was how he remembered her, she never went down without a fight. They must have been many if she could not get away from them.Javier threw his head back against the couch and covered his face with his hands, a groan erupting from his throat as he slowly tilted his head towards the laptop screen on the coffee table; and he sighed, leaning forward to click the replay button."Javier, se você está assistindo isso, quero que saiba que sinto muito. Lamento ter privado de uma vida familiar que você desejava. Mas espero que você entenda por que fiz isso agora. Era exatamente isso que eu temia! Eu me recuso a acreditar que você é uma maldição, Javier! Recuso-me a acred