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
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
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