“It was nice doing business with y'all!" I said, while putting the documents in a black briefcase. “The pleasure is ours, Chairman Chester! I must confess, it is a great honor to have you here personally with us! I thought you were going to send over your company's legal team!” A man in his late fifty, and who happens to be the president of Rowainland football Club, established fifteen years ago. The club has trained more football players than others, and recently, their football star ‘Los De Mexer’ has become a hot cake in the football sport world, hence my interest in buying it. Majority Football fans are normally into betting games, or making odds, on their favorite stars during football matches. And the cooperation is into sporty channels too… Just three years of Introducing this part of business into the company, it has yield more millions of dollars profits into the cooperation, thereby increasing our net worth in the business world. Currently, we have three football stars
What is wrong with him?" I asked Mrs Abigail, the house caretaker. “The doctor said, it's stage two cancer!” She said looking sad. “Stage two cancer? Well! It's not serious yet!” I said, and she turned to gasp at me in horror. “Alexandria! What is wrong with you? That is a nasty word to say about your own father, young lady!” She yelled at me, but I just blinked my eyes at her. Surprised to see her reacting this way. “Let her be, Mrs Abigail! I really own her alot…!” My dad said, avoiding my eyes. Shifting uncomfortably on the bed, Mrs Abigail quickly helped him to adjust his head better on the pillows, before turning to glare at me. “No, sir! No matter what you did in the past, she still needs to pay attention to your health now, at least as your daughter!” Mrs Abigail said, and I tried not to smirk at her. “It's alright, Mrs Abigail!” My dad said, before coughing slightly. Quickly she rushes off to get him a glass of water. “She is good! Or are you fucking her too?” I said
“Yeah, it's nothing much! Do you have a spare tyre in the booth?” “Let me check, darling!” She said and then the booth slowly opened up after she pressed something inside the car. Quickly I set to work, which attracted some people watching me from a distance. “It's done, ma'am!” I said, dusting my dirty palm together. “My goodness! You are such a sweet, hardworking girl and very pretty too! Thank you, darling!” She said, while opening an exquisite square shaped black purse to take out something. “It's nothing, ma'am! I happened to learn a few things about faulty cars from my mom!” I said. “Wow! It is rare to see young ladies with kindness like you, dear! Please accept this from me!” She said, sticking wads of dollar notes into my palm. “Please ma'am! You don't need to!" I said, feeling embarrassed. "I insist, darling! It's nothing! Just something for some wraps of chocolate. I wanted to resist but her gentle smile made me accept it. “And I would love to see you again, do you
“Thank you! So, ummm…how are you doing?” He asked after some seconds of driving. “Fine, as you can see!” “You stopped attending lectures or what? I haven't seen you around lately!” He said, but I kept mute. He looked at my blank face briefly, and then continued talking. “My ex-girlfriend and i, made up after that night in Doxy club, only for me to caught her being fucked by my bestfriend! I knew that coming back was a mistake because, I have been getting hints of the two of them together for a long time, but I just pretended to turn a blind eye to it. So, we are not together anymore! And you know? I have been very busy with my team, preparing for the national basketball games for this year. So I haven't had time for dating someone recently” He kept on boring me with his talks, and I am wondering where the many talks is actually leading to! "Alex, I was wondering.. ummm… I was wondering if you…you have…maybe changed your mind concerning us?” He stutters, his hand almost turning wh
Yeah, this is so good! I can feel my squirt coming up now! Yeah, goodness! I am almost there! I moan when the sweet sensation shoots through my body. “Fucking sweet! Gush, I am cumming!” He said, and I tried to pull out immediately but he held me tightly to himself. Making sure, his hot seeds poured inside of me. Feeling pissed by his action, I stood up immediately, dressed up while he zipped up his trousers. “What the fuck was that for?” I yelled at him. “I am so sorry, Alex! I don't know what came over me!” He said, pleading with his eyes. “Dude, just start the car already!” I said, still angry. Ten minutes later, he parked at the front of my apartment and without saying a word, I got out of the car, opened my apartment door, and entered the house. After ensuring that he was gone, I came out, and walked straight to the pharmacy store, four poles away from my house. “This won't happen again! Fred, is definitely insane!” I said, making up my mind to stay away from the crazy lo
Looking at the screaming men wanting to have a taste of her, I suddenly felt the urge to stop her from going further, or push out the crazy, looking, sexually starved men out of the platform. I felt the sudden urge to protect her from the hungry looks of the clubbers, and I wonder why strippers have to put on little clothes. Sensing my mood, Daniel turned to look at me for the third time. “Dude, are you okay?” he asked but I kept mute, my eyes fixed on her body. “I don't want any man googling at her body!” I said absentmindedly only to realize my mistake, and saw Daniel smirking at me. “Oh! You mean, her?" He asked with a smug smile. "Who else?" I mumbled under my breath, wondering why I had to say something like that out loud. Immediately, the pole was replaced with a stool and she started a slow sensual twerking on the top to my annoyance. “Wow! This is crazy!” Daniel exclaimed loudly, and I turned to glare at him. “Relax dude, she is just a stripper!” He said, laughing at
“What is the offer about?" I asked him, curious to know more.“Relax, princess!” He said, and I got irritated by his repeated use of princess.“Alright! Let's get this straight! Ain't no princess! So I will appreciate it if you don't call me that again” I said, frowning my face.“As you wish, SexyRed!” He said, raising his hands up as a sign of surrender.“Alright, what is your offer?” “Well…my friend's business is in need of an assistant and I would like you to work with him” He said, carefully weighing each words. Leaning towards me a little bit, he paused to hear my response.“Why me? And what kind of business do your friend operate?”“First of all, it's a legit company, not some kind of mafia business or that kind, so relax. Secondly, you don't belong here, SexyRed! I have been here twice, and I have watched how well coordinated you are! You are smart and intelligent and it's a waste here. If you work for him, your pay is attractive and accomodation is also guaranteed” He said a
"Nah, girlfriend! This one is actually crazier than me, Sande!” I said, while carefully wiping my face with a face cleanser. “Really? So tell me, what makes him crazy? Oh! Don't tell me he demanded a threesome?” She asked, looking alarmed at her own question, and I couldn't hold back my laughter. “Nope, girl! He actually offered me a job” “He did? What kind of job offer?” She said with a hint of exticement. “As an office assistant , or personal secretary, I guess!” I said, putting on my clothes. “Wow! This is a great opportunity for you, Alex! But is it a company or?” She asked with more excitement now. “He mentioned the Blackwood's Corporation! Have you heard of that company before?” I turned to look at her, and was surprised to see her eyes widen in disbelief. “Blackwood's Corporation? My goodness! How did you get in contact with them? Please tell me you are joking, Alex!” She said, trying to hold back the excitement from getting over her. “It's fake, or shady, right? I kne
The night of my business launch, I stood at the center of the event, surrounded by flashing cameras, luxury-clad investors, and Manhattan’s elite. This was my night. My future. And nothing—nothing—was going to ruin it. Until I saw him. Chester Blackwood. Tall. Unbothered. Infuriatingly confident. Dressed in a midnight-black suit, he strode in like he belonged there—like he owned the damn room. My heart slammed against my ribs.Oh, hell no. I stormed toward him, ignoring the whispers and the press who were already snapping photos..I forced a smile—because I would not make a scene. Not here. Not tonight. "What the hell are you doing here?" I hissed under my breath. He smiled. Smug. Relaxed. Completely in control."I’m here to support my wife," he said smoothly. I stiffened. "I’m not your wife anymore." His gaze dropped deliberately to my stomach. "Are you sure about that?" My breath hitched. He wouldn’t—he couldn’t— "Chester," I warned. He leaned in, voice dropping. "Re
ALEXANDRIA POV The moment I stepped into the restaurant, I regretted everything. The cameras were already flashing outside. Dozens of reporters, onlookers, and paparazzi had gathered to watch my first public appearance with Chester Blackwood And he? He looked like he was born for this. Seated at a private table, dressed in a tailored black suit, exuding power, he gave me a slow, deliberate once-over as I approached. "You’re late," he murmured. I forced a smile, sliding into my seat. "Traffic." His eyes gleamed with amusement. "You mean you almost didn’t show up." I ignored that. A waiter appeared immediately, offering an expensive bottle of wine. Chester dismissed it with a flick of his wrist. "Water," he said. My heart stopped. He seems to be catching up with things about pregnant women. I kept my face neutral. "No wine for you?" His gaze flickered to my stomach. Barely noticeable, but I saw it. I gripped my napkin under the table. If he knew, he wasn’t saying it yet.
"You can tell yourself that all you want," he murmured. "But we both know the truth." I turned on my heel. "We’re done here." "Alex." His voice stopped me. For a second, I hesitated. For a second, I almost turned back. But I didn’t. Instead, I forced my feet to move, stepping into my car, and slamming the door shut. I had to shut him out. Because if I didn’t—he’d find a way in. ******* CHESTER BLACKWOOD POV She was running. Again!. I clenched my fists, watching her car disappear down the street. For weeks, I’d played by her rules. Let her shut me out. Let her build her defenses. But tonight? I changed the rules. And I wasn’t stopping. I pulled out my phone and dialed Andrus. "Boss?" "Prepare a press release," I said. "I want a statement out first thing in the morning." He hesitated. "What kind of statement?" I smirked. "The kind that makes it impossible for Alex to ignore me." ****** ALEXANDRIA POV By the time I got home, my phone was blowing up. Ava had sent ove
I pointed to the door, my body shaking. He hesitated. Just for a moment. Then he nodded once, stepping back. But before he walked out, he turned to face me one last time. "This isn’t over." His voice was calm, certain. "You can keep shutting me out. Keep pretending you don’t feel anything. But I’m not leaving." His gaze flickered to my stomach. "Not when I have two hearts to fight for." Then, without another word, he walked out. Leaving me standing in the middle of my apartment, breathless, trembling, and utterly, completely lost. I didn’t sleep that night. His’s words haunted me. "Not when I have two hearts to fight for." Damn him. I should have been relieved that he left. That I had thrown him out before he could sink his claws deeper into my life. But instead, I lay awake, staring at the ceiling, my hands resting over my stomach. Because no matter how much I hated him, no matter how much I wanted to erase him from my life… He was still the father of my child. And he wasn’
The color drained from her face for a split second before she recovered. "Oh, Alex. Always so dramatic." I watch Chester’s gaze snapped to her. Sharp. Furious. Good. Let him see exactly who she was. I tilted my head. "You’re right. Almost dying in a staircase accident orchestrated by my husband’s mistress is such a trivial thing." Gasps rippled through the nearby guests. Natasha’s smirk faltered. Chester s jaw tightened. "Alex—" But I didn’t give him a chance. I turned to the crowd. "Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a charity to support. Unlike some, I actually care about something other than my ego." Then, without another glance, I walked away. And for the first time in a long time… I felt like I won. ******* CHESTER BLACKWOOD POV Natasha barely had time to process her humiliation before I grabbed her wrist and yanked her aside. She gasped. "Chester—" "Enough." My voice was lethal. "You shouldn’t have come." She recovered quickly, her eyes flashing with fake innocenc
CHESTER BLACKWOOD POV I waited. The moment the article went live, I knew she’d see it. Knew she’d react.The invitation wasn’t a request. It was a challenge.And Alex? She never backed down from a challenge.Andrus walked into my office. "Ms. Alexandria's PR team just released a statement."I leaned forward. "And?"His lips twitched. "She confirmed her attendance."I smirked. Checkmate.Now all I had to do was make sure that when she walked into that gala...She walked out as mine.*****ALEXANDRIA POV The night of the gala arrived too soon.Dressed in a sleek, midnight blue gown that hugged my curves, I stepped out of the car, my head high. Cameras flashed like lightning, reporters shouting my name.But I was ready. Chester had thrown down the gauntlet, and I was about to show him I wasn’t just playing defense—I was fighting back.Adrienne linked her arm through mine, whispering, "You look like you own this city. President Chester’s not going to know what hit him."I smirked. "Good.
Claire I was in the middle of a meeting when my phone blew up with notifications. Adrienne’s urgent text popped up first: "Claire. Turn on the news. NOW." Dread coiled in my stomach as I grabbed the remote and flipped to the business channel. Leon’s face filled the screen, standing behind a podium at a press conference. His expression was calm, composed. But his next words sent shockwaves through my entire body. "I’m moving Sinclair Industries’ headquarters to Manhattan—permanently." The reporters exploded with questions. "Does this have anything to do with your ex-wife, Claire Sinclair?" Leon’s lips quirked slightly. "Claire isn’t just my ex-wife. She’s the woman I love. And I’m not leaving New York without a fight." Gasps filled the room. I felt my entire world tilt. This wasn’t just a private battle anymore. Leon had just turned our war into a public spectacle. And now, the world was watching. --- Next Chapter: With the media buzzing, Claire is backed into a corner
ALEXANDRIA POV I stared at my laptop screen, my hands gripping the edges of my desk so tightly my knuckles turned white.This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening."The deal’s off," my business partner, Adrienne, had said over the phone. "We just got word—the company we were finalizing the contract with has been fully acquired by the Blackwood's Industrial Sector."I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself to stay calm. "What does that have to do with us?"Adrienne hesitated. "Ms. Alex… hmm...it means , President Chester owns it now. Which means he owns our deal, too. And word is—he’s pulling out."My stomach twisted into knots. This wasn’t a coincidence. This was him.This was Chester, deliberately ruining the biggest opportunity I’d had since moving to Manhattan—just to force me back into his world.That bastard! I ended the call and slammed my laptop shut, rage rising beneath my skin.He wanted a fight? Fine. He was going to get one.*****CHESTER BLACKWOOD POV I leaned bac
He poured us both a glass of wine, studying me carefully before speaking. "How have you been?" I let out a dry laugh. "You don’t get to ask me that." His jaw tightened, but he didn’t argue. "I’ve been looking into obstetricians in Manhattan. The best of the best—whatever you need." My heart lurched, but I forced my face to remain blank. "I don’t need your help." "You’re carrying my child, Alex. That makes it my responsibility too." "Funny, because you didn’t care about responsibilities when you were busy chasing Natasha." His entire body tensed. "I told you—I made mistakes." "Yeah? Well, some mistakes cost too much to fix." Silence. He took a slow sip of wine, his gaze never leaving mine. "What will it take?" I frowned. "What?" "For you to believe me. To give me a chance." I exhaled sharply, gripping my glass tighter. "That’s just it, Chester. I don’t want to give you a chance. I don’t need to believe you. I’ve already moved on." Something dark flickered in his