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 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
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
‘Be on your best composure Lyla, you can make this happen without having any entanglement with Mr Blackwood,’ I reassured myself all through the drive to the Blackwood dynasty. I sincerely didn't want to make a mess of myself again. All I just needed to do was to focus on my goal, unravel the mystery in that office, my past, and everything I needed to know. As I pondered on how to get these all together, the car stopped and then I was already in the Blackwood company. The last time I was here during the night party, I didn't take my time to observe the beauty and exquisiteness of the environment. This place was really for the wealthy and nothing at all looked simple. My heart sank in a bit as I recalled my past life and how it took a very sudden turn in no time. Wow, so I can step in and go out from this environment as I please or wish. Blackwood's headquarters is a stunning example of modern architecture, surrounded by beautiful gardens and greenery. The building itself features
Chapter 12His reference to my lateness was gentle, tempered by an assurance that my initial tardiness would be overlooked—a gesture that immediately put me at ease.Mr. Blackwood's words about changing the decorations for me caught me off guard, revealing a side of him I hadn't anticipated. His mischievous smile hinted at a depth of intention behind his actions, a calculated move to create an environment where I would feel comfortable and welcome. It was a gesture that spoke volumes about his perceptiveness and consideration, traits I had not fully appreciated until that moment.In his office, amidst the art and his charming demeanor, I felt a real sense of belonging and significance. Mr. Blackwood's careful attention to detail and his ability to transform a space was not merely for aesthetic pleasure but were, in essence, an invitation into his world—one where creativity, warmth, and a hint of playful intrigue converged seamlessly.Mr. Blackwood's approach was both gentle and unse
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”
"I apologize for the inconvenience this has caused you. I promise to get her together” Mr. Thompson apologized to Mr. Blackwood, who has refused to come into the house because he found it degrading.Lyla sat in the kitchen, staring blankly into her steaming cup of coffee. She was lost in her thoughts, totally unaware of the activities going on around her.“You should take your coffee before it gets cold,” Grey said from the counter where he sat. His voice pulled her out of her thoughts.Mr. Blackwood was informed of Lyla's sudden disappearance by Lyla's dad. He found his way around the street CCTV and was able to trace her location. He sent Grey Blackwood, his son, to get her home safely in preparation for the wedding a few hours ahead.However, they were able to recognize each other because that wasn't the first time they were meeting.A few months ago, Lyla got an invite through her colleague to attend one of the Blackwoods Arts exhibition days. She stumbled upon Grey and found him
Lyla stared at her reflection in the mirror. Who would have believed she was going to be the wife of a billionaire? She was thinking out plans on how to peacefully cohabit with Grey. Deep down, she believed he was all acting tough.She took a deep breath, clutching her stomach which was still bubbling from the food they ate the previous night. She wasn't used to them and no one warned her not to eat much of it.She heard a soft knock on the door. “Yes?” she said softly.The door squeaked open and a lady walked in. She had a black gown with a white white apron on.“Hello, good morning” Lyla greeted.“Good Morning Mrs. Blackwood. It's time to have your bath” she courted.First of all, Mrs. Blackwood? A little smile crosses her lips. “Please, I'd prefer Lyla”“Sorry, but that's how we're instructed to address every relation to the Blackwoods” the last reply, head still buried. Lyla made a nod of acceptance. “What's your name?”“Janet ma'am” she responded sharply.“Okay, Janet. I can ha