Not one. Not two. But three men. All three are connected in one way or the other. As a struggling lady with bills to pay, I had no time for love. I was married off to the son of a billionaire, Grey Blackwood, to help raise funds for my mother's health. That was when I discovered there was more to this world. The perfect luxurious life that I pictured became a nightmare after discovering I was getting married to a cold man. I was treated with zero regard. However, I found a comforter. A man with love in his heart. A man who respects me. Tony, my husband's best friend. Wrong? I know. But what would you have me do? Now tell me why I suddenly became an apple in the eyes of my husband's father, Jacob. My life became a mess after we had sex in his office. I thought I was doing it to cover up my discoveries about my birth parents. But that one time, turned into a story of forbidden romance. This isn't a folktale. My name is Lyla Thompson. And this is the story of my life…
View MoreLYLAS POV“Grey,” Jacob Blackwood called his son with so much surprise in his tone. He dragged the name until he was facing Grey. The expression on Greys face was one that informed me to leave. I followed my instincts, walking away from his father.Greys hand obstructed my path as he stretched it out. His face didn’t turn to me, instead, they stared at his father with curiosity. “What’s going on?” He asked. “Mr. Blackwood only wanted to…”“I asked my father, pretty,” Grey interrupted me. Did he just call me pretty? That was the first time something sweet came out from his mouth which was directed towards me. All my days in the mansion, he’d barely paid any attention to me. “Your wife was a good pick, son. And I heard she’s good with art,” his father’s smile grew as he covered the gap between him and his son. Grey made a nod, his hand dropping as he joined his father at the center of the balcony. There was tension between them, and for a moment I thought Grey knew. My heart sank as
LYLA’S POVThe norm in every billionaire's mansion was a series of parties to celebrate the small wins. No matter how little or insignificant they might look, a party will always be thrown. I made my way out of the room after getting dressed for about an hour. I had waited for another for Grey’s arrival until I was told he’ll be closing late from work. Todays occasion was Elena’s boutique grand-opening after party. I was more than uninterested to attend it. But it was mandatory for every Blackwood. Janet was already waiting at the door by the time I got there. She and the other servants were dressed in a different uniform. She walked me down the hall and stood by my side for a few more seconds. “When did they say Grey would be arriving?” I asked, scanning the hall. “No specific time regarding Mr. Blackwood’s arrival was given, my lady,” Janet answered. I sighed and took a glass of wine from a waiter who was crossing by. Just as I was about taking a sip, I saw Greys father. His e
I suddenly developed wobbly feet as he was the last person I wanted to see that morning. Hello wife, he suddenly said as he looked up at my eye area. I immediately covered my body with the blanket on the bed. He turned around, locked the door, and started moving slowly towards me. We have an unfinished business and I hope you remember because I will remind you in the process. There was this wicked smirk on his face, hmm you are not that bad after all and at this moment, my heart raced as though it wanted to fall out of my chest, I was already teary and scared. He held on to the blanket which I was already too weak to hold tightly and he slowly unwrapped it. His eyes were fixed on my breast and without hesitance, he grabbed them with both hands and I winced in both pain and this unfamiliar pleasure, don't worry, by the time I'm done, you will scream down the whole Blackwood mansion. Suddenly I got the courage to talk, I'm I'm going somewhere, Grey, please can this wai tt, I wasn't
Chapter 9Most times, the most difficult moments in one's life are when you are in a dilemma to make such risky decisions. As I lay restlessly in bed all night, lost in the depths of my thoughts, I weighed the precarious odds and potential benefits of my situation. The tangled web of relationships had captured me completely. Mr. Blackwood's relentless pursuit continued incessantly, despite our familial ties. His persistence both intrigued and unsettled me, casting shadows of doubt on the affinal bond we shared. Is he even aware of the situation we are in?? Does he even respect his son? Oh well, it is a planned marriage, what else would I have expected from such circumstances?As I pondered and fought with my thoughts, a question crossed my mind like lightning. Why me? Why will they use it as a price to help with my mother's bills? It's not like Grey has any feelings towards me, could it be that Mr Blackwood wanted me for himself? Why didn't he just marry me, why would he marry me t
LYLA'S P.O.VI woke up with a baggage of past yesterday's, hefty melancholy fogs my heart's Chambers. My mind doesn't want to open its doors. I rub my eyes to tell myself— it starts again.The cycle of days I kept paddling. I wrap my quilt with little unease. Looks like my arms lack vigor. My heart's allied with my body, both disheartened with fate’s conspiracy. Should I tell myself to change my perspective? Can I dig into my past?What if I am unable to do so? Doesn't matter, I can't get too close before my husband gets too suspicious. The sun has already crossed its rising point. I dragged myself to hydrate and hurried to the bathroom. A few minutes later, a knock came at my door. Still on my towel, I hurried to the door and flung it. “Mr Blackwoods here to see you,” Janet said comfortably. My heart skipped a beat as it was palpitated. I have been avoiding him ever since that one night of incident. Now he was at the Blackwoods mansion. Is he trying to blackmail me emotionally?Di
Chapter 7THE PRANKLYLA'S POVThe heavens pour out in a distant land, and the chilliness of the morning reveals so - My lips tremble, my hands so cold. As the Leaves tickle down a dew, with the silent drizzle, I tuckle down in my bed.There I was lying in my king-sized bed, alone, - thinking about everything that had just happened, especially the emergency call I got from home. it left quite a mark on my psyche. I watched the clock slowly tick as I broke down in tears.I could hardly keep my acts together. I was shaking basically. I just hope my mom is safe, I mumbled. My dad sounded so worried that he requested my presence the next morning.I haven't heard from my mom ever since my arranged wedding. I just hope the Blackwoods kept to their end of the bargain, otherwise.. eventually, I fell asleep.The day dawned crisp and clear, the sun rats escaped through my window into my room.I woke up to the alarm beeping, growing louder as I lay, procrastinating the smack to shut off the soun
Chaptewhat'sLYLA'S P.O.V“Why are you in my father's office?” Grey asked. His eyes were scanning the entire office as he stood before me. His eyes were heavy. I couldn't tell if he was drunk or he had been crying.“I needed some time alone,” I replied to him. “In my father's office,” he returned immediately. I knew I wasn't supposed to reply to him again. I just stood there, gazing innocently at him. His eyes were red, and I concluded he had been crying. But why? Could it have anything to do with what Janet said about his troubled past? “Are you hurt? You seem upset,” I advanced towards him, but he made me halt instantly with his palms widely open before him.“Did you see my dad?” He asked. “No. No. I didn't,” I stammered. My gaze traveled to where Mr. Blackwood was hiding. I could see the hem of his ash trousers. I sighed my fear away, turning back to Grey.“But someone saw him heading this way,” Grey said to me. He began walking toward his dad's table. The closet where Mr. Blac
Chapter 5LYLA'S P.O.VMy legs were frozen all of a sudden. It felt like I was glued to my position. My body began to tremble like I was thrown into a pool of ice. Why was I suddenly shaking?I let the pictures in my hand fall and slowly covered them with another file. “Lyla Thompson,” the voice called my name. I recognized it without turning. It was Mr. Blackwood. What was he doing here by this time? Or rather, what was I doing in his office? A smile laced on my lips as I turned swiftly. “Mr. Blackwood. Didn't expect to see you here,” I blurted. His gaze shifted from me to the floor, but I stepped right in front of the files immediately. “I'm sorry, didn't recognize this was an office,” I added immediately.He inched closer to me. Every step he took toward me made my heart race faster than ever. But my pretty smile was on. I believed that it would cover up the fear brewing in me. “Are those tears? Are you okay, Lyla?” He asked. He sounded concerned. I didn't realize my tears were
Lyla washed off and went back into her room. There was a red dress lying in wait on her bed. She cuddled her towel properly as she watched the servants creep in and out of her room, setting one or two together.“Janet,” she sighed Janet and called her. Janet got to her and genuflected. “What's going on?”“It's the tenth anniversary of the Blackwoods dynasty. Usually celebrated every fourth night of the sixth month,” she responded.The Blackwoods were very prominent in Manhattan, New York City. They dealt in various areas of the economy, ranging from finance, electricity, real estate, art and designs, interior decorations, and construction. No one knew how Mr. Blackwood was able to acquire all these. He delved into a lot of profitable businesses, placing his name at the top of the board.The anniversary was a way of creating awareness of how the journey has been. Influential and prominent people, popular models, usually graced the event with their presence.Lyla saw it as a lot to tak
Lyla hurriedly got down of the taxi, rushing into her family's apartment across the street without even bothering to check for incoming vehicles. She hung her coat and proceeded to the room.“Lyla” her dad called as she walked in.“What did the doctor say?” She sat beside her I'll mother, taking her palm in her hand and pressing her lips softly against it.“Same thing,she needs the surgery immediately or we'd lose her”She felt a burning sensation in her heart as the thought of losing her mother crossed her mind. She had just lost her best friend to a car accident the previous year. One more loss of a loved one and she could go down the drain.“This is the only option Lyla,”her father's voice said gently, pulling her out of her thoughts. He had a brown envelope in his hand which was stretched towards Lyla. She stared at the envelope curiously before taking it slowly.“What's this dad?” she asked, tearing off its sealed top and reaching for the paper inside.“That's the only solution”...
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