Ayla'I swear I left the glass of milk in the sink,' I grumbled inside my temporary bedroom, my hand on my stomach, with my index finger tapping on it."Can I come in?" The nurse's voice carried through the wall, faint but unmistakable.""Yes, please," I breathed, pressing my hand harder on my belly when a sharp discomfort spread round to my back."It's time for your medicine. The last thing we want is for you to be unable to get sleep because of pain," the nurse who had told me that her name was Penelope said as she balanced the small tray with one hand and nudged the door shut with the other."I appreciate it. The pain had subsided, but now I can feel it increasing every minute," I admitted, closing my eyes as another knot formed in my pelvis."You're feeling the mild pain right now because the painkillers in your bloodstream have worn off. It will go away within a day or two as your uterus returns to its normal size," she explained, opening the sealed water bottle."I hope so; I re
Kaleb Three days had gone by since Ayla's miscarriage, and still we didn't have evidence. I kept on pushing Ayla to get the tests done, but it was like she had given up already. Something about Marise's behaviour was rubbing me the wrong way, and I truly felt that she knew something had been put in the food. All she needed was a little coercion to spit the truth, so if Ayla would remain adamant about being tested, then I would turn my attention to the nanny. "What are you thinking about?" Ayla asked, nodding at the chef as he walked into the sitting area in the backyard, a tray in his hands. "Just work," I lied, then greeted my chef. He was good at what he did, so much so that when I missed good meals I'd just sleep at the Sedberry home. "Thank you," Ayla spoke after he finished serving us brunch, a genuine smile on her face. I was relieved that she looked emotionally okay, despite what she was going through. "You're lying," Ayla stated, sitting up slowly. I noticed a small scrun
AylaI was walking down the staircase to the living room when I heard commotion outside on the patio. I strained to hear what was happening over the sound of my flip flops as they came into contact with the floor."Where the fuck is she? I know she is here!" I managed to hear Roman's voice when I rounded the living room into the small hallway that led to the front door."Leave my property, Roman, before I get your ass hauled out." Kaleb replied, his voice surprisingly calm."I am not going anywhere until you give me back, my fucking wife!" I chose that moment to pull the door open and step out, my eyes zeroing in on Roman."Give back?" I asked, closing the door behind me."I knew you were here, babe." He tried to walk towards me, but Kaleb blocked him, squaring his shoulders as if daring him to take one more step."I asked you a question, Roman, what exactly do you mean by 'give me back my fucking wife.' Huh?" I walked slowly towards him, lifting my eyebrows, waiting for an answer."Y
Kaleb "Don't listen to that son of a bitch. We both know he lies all the time," I replied, itching to put a distance between us. "Are you going to tell me or not?" she insisted, raising her eyebrows. "And don't think I forgot your proposal about wanting me to become your escort," she added. "I never said that." I closed my eyes, running my index finger and thumb across the eyelids as I pinched them gently. "But you insinuated it," she waved her right hand on my face. "I am not denying that I have had agreements with escort companies in the past. It was my way of having fun with women who have been tested while also providing a job for them." I tried explaining. "They were sisters and mothers to somebody!" She shouted, shaking her head at me as she headed for the backdoor. I followed behind her, my eyebrows raised as I swiped my palms over my face. "I didn't force them; it was a win for them and for me. Most of these women are professional models who work as escorts for specific
Ayla The intensity of Kaleb's smouldering gaze and the weight of his admission made me shift on the cushion. I couldn't control my heartbeat as it accelerated or my eyes as I looked at Kaleb intently. I was aware of the silence that surrounded us in the courtyard, save for the sounds of the birds chirping. "It has been you since I laid my eyes on you, baby," Kaleb whispered, getting up from the chair slowly. I forgot how to breathe as he sat beside me, taking me back to earlier that day. "I... I don't know what to say," I voiced softly, taking in a deep breath when his knee brushed mine. "I need you to say something, Ayla, anything," he said under his breath, looking at me as if I were the only person that mattered to him. The atmosphere was thick and heavy with cackling energy and unexplored desire. Kaleb moved closer, making my pulse quicken as he turned my head and held my gaze. I could feel electricity between us, not once taking his eyes off me. "I feel like I have known yo
KalebTwo weeks couldn't have gone by as quick as they did with Ayla's constant company. She had resumed work and was doing well assisting Randolf in the finance department. Roman had managed to stay away from her, and so did my mother and Danica. We had gone back to the mansion but kept our interactions on the low. Danica had managed to lie to my mother about her boyfriend by the look of things. "Remember that we are heading out early to go prepare for our flight tomorrow," I reminded Ayla, who was busy behind her computer, scrunching her face as she stared at the screen."I just need a few more hours to finish sending back these signed documents to the respective departments," she responded without looking up, her left index finger and thumb on her chin."Why don't you take a break? You've been typing for hours. I can have someone else do that." I leaned over the counter, trying to get her to look at me."You just stepped out of your office since morning, and you are one to talk."
Ayla"Afternoon, sir," Angel greeted Kaleb, passing between us as she boarded the elevator, two cups of coffee in her hand. Kaleb nodded, keeping a straight face as Angel eyed me with judgement written all over her face.The cafeteria was almost empty despite it being lunch time; only the cafeteria stuff was positioned in their stations."Did you see how she looked at me?" I asked Kaleb after our orders were taken. Because he was the CEO, he wasn't required to go to the counters and was entitled to deliveries at the office but still chose to go there in person."I did; I know the first thing she will do is tell Roman," he answered, tapping his fingers on the table."She is so mouthy. Do you know the first time we met, she told me about Roman's sexcapades? Goddess, I was so hurt at that time." I never knew it was possible to move on from a one year husband that fast, because as I talked about Roman, I felt nothing but freedom."It's something expected from her. I just don't allow her t
Kaleb "I still can't believe that the surveillance was not working when Randolf was breaking in into your office," Ayla said for the third time that day as we walked out of our hotel in Florida to the awaiting black Sedan. "Baby we have more important matters to deal with," I politely reminded her, nodding to the chauffeur as he opened the backseat door for us. "Are you kidding me?" She whisperyelled at me then quickly said a thank you to our driver for the day. "I already told you that it's something that happens. CCTVs don't always record," I explained, but she shook her head, getting comfortable in the backseat. "I can't believe you of all the people is saying this. What are the odds that when Randolf is breaking in your office that the cameras are not working, and specifically on his floor, the staircase, and your floor? Can't you see that something is off?" She pressed. "How about we talk about this after the meeting? I told you that this is my best shot at extending my cybe
Kaleb"What was that?" I shouted at Amanda over the phone in my bedroom at the mansion."What was what Kaleb?" she sweetly inquired, her nonchalance over the matter making my patience thin."You know fucking well what I am talking about." I was minutes away from hunting her down and putting her in her place."Well consider that a warning love," she responded, giggling at the end."What?" I asked."When the results come, and you find out that indeed you are Leo's father, I expect your unwavering attention and participation in his life," she explained, her tone of voice becoming more serious."What is that supposed to mean?" I leaned on the wall, my emotions all over."You cannot be there for Leo while you are parading around and investing your time in that good for nothing poverty ridden girl. So, I will send her a message containing every piece of information you have been hiding from her. Trust me I know that you haven't told her a thing about our son." My grip around the phone tight
Ayla"Baby, please talk to me," Kaleb begged as I walked out of my office. It seemed he had been standing by the door, waiting for me to step out."You haven't said a word to me since yesterday, Ayla," he added, following me as I headed straight to the cafeteria. I had woken up before him and had used an uber to get to the office, without eating anything."I won't stop following you until you talk to me or let me explain myself," he muttered behind me.I hadn't slept a wink, wondering why he would lie not once but twice. What was so important that he couldn't have told me? I had a mild ache in my head, and I had to keep swallowing the urge to cry."Good morning," Randolf greeted us confidently when the elevator opened. He moved a little bit back to allow us some space as we got in. Instead of answering, Kaleb gave him a nod, while I bit down the urge to call him on his scheme with Roman.From the way he was carrying himself, he thought that he had covered his tracks very well."Are yo
Kaleb"I can't believe you really agreed to this," Dean spoke in a low voice beside me at the private clinic, in the waiting bay."She offered, so I agreed because I need to prove that, that child is mine, and DNA is the only accurate way I know," I defended, supporting my upper body weight with my elbows on my thighs."Exactly, offered." He waved his hand in the air, probably out of frustration."Why are you not asking yourself why Amanda would just volunteer for a DNA test even before you asked her to?" The tone of his voice changed to something I couldn't quite explain."Because she is telling the truth maybe. That boy could be my son, I mean he's four years old and Amanda left five years, ago, while she was in her early pregnancy stages," I paused, wondering whether I was trying to convince myself, or my best friend Dean."Yes Amanda, fucking broke me but if that child is mine, he deserves to have a father in his life," I finished, the thought of being a father making me feel thi
Ayla"Something is not adding up here," I spoke softly to myself, staring at one of the printed records. Kaleb had demanded the files from Randolf, who had no choice but to hand them over to me. I still remembered the way he glared at me sharply while I picked the files with Kaleb on my side, smiling victoriously. I could feel my heart pounding as I looked at line after line, and that is when I noticed that some transaction entries had been rounded off to neat figures."Did someone you know get lost?" Dean asked when I entered his office after one knock, carrying the files and a laptop."Well, if money qualifies as someone, then I think much of it has been lost," I answered, opening the files."I need your help." I sat down, looking as he pulled one of the opened files."What am I looking at?" He asked in all seriousness, pulling his chair closer to his desk."These payments, they are too clean, and some of them are very little compared to the amount of money a company of such magnitu
Kaleb"I would have never thought of something like this if it weren't for Ayla." I rotated on a swivel chair in Dean's office, looking as he compared the vans further on his monitor. It was on Monday, two days after the shooting fiasco at the mansion. I was yet to visit Marise, too, held up."Me too, at least we have a connection between Roman and Rex. The question is, does Roman know that Rex is Ayla's uncle, and what business exactly are they contacting?" Ayla and I had asked similar questions, and we were willing to uncover every layer of secrets slowly by slowly. "With everything that is happening, I am beginning to think that I don't really know Roman and Mom like I've always thought I do." Things all of a sudden were taking turns that I really couldn't have anticipated."First it was Amanda, then Randolf, now Marise and Rex. We haven't even uncovered what all of them are up to, and yet things keep on getting complicated," Dean pointed out, pausing his hand movement on the mous
AylaThe mansion was utter chaos as Catarina screamed all over, insisting that there was an intruder. The police had arrived and scoured the entire compound, including the forest, and no one turned up. There was no sign of forced entry into Marise's quarters, and the guards on both entrances had not opened up for anyone."Ma'am, how did you know that your housekeeper had been shot?" One of the detectives asked.We were seated in the central living room with two detectives, Danica and Kaleb. Roman wasn't back yet, and Kaleb was yet to tell me what they had discovered about him. But that could wait until the current situation was under control."I heard the shot," Catarina answered, her eyes widening a fraction as if she was reliving the whole ordeal."I quickly got up and looked through my bedroom window, and that is when I saw a man running out of Marise's quarters, into the back," she added, rocking back and forth."I was so sc-are-d," she stammered, her body visibly trembling. Somet
Kaleb"Is it possible that Roman knows we are onto him?" I asked Dean as we waited by the diversion from the mansion that led to the highway for Roman."Chill, dude. It's only 10 minutes past 11," Dean scoffed, tapping on the steering wheel of his Mercedes S-class."Fine." I exhaled deeply, my eyes on the road."You should tell her," Dean spoke after a minute or so of silence, staring right ahead."Huh?" I shifted on the seat."Ayla, she deserves to know about Amanda and the child. She will not stop looking until she finds out who's texting her; we both know that," he carefully stated, his voice low."You think I don't know that?" I pinched the bridge of my nose just as Roman's BMW zoomed past at a high speed."There we go, told you he'd come." Dean followed him at a distance into the highway, making sure not to lose sight of him.It didn't take long before he veered off the main road into a dirt road that had trees on either side. There was no sign of any homes or cars, just the soun
Ayla"Hi Ayla," Marise greeted, eyeing the grocery bag with the bedsheets in my hands. I had retrieved it from the servant quarters and was taking them to Kaleb's wing, praying deep down that they could find traces of Rex DNA. I was glad that I held on to them safely for years, clinging onto the smallest hope for justice."How are you?" Marise added, blocking my way."I heard you the first time, okay?" I snapped, sizing her up and down."And I am not in the mood to converse with a traitor. Or has Danica asked you to spy on me?" I raised my brows in question, biting an insult when she lowered her eyes to the ground. "I would never do that," she muttered, shifting on her feet."I know it's Danica who laced my food and milk with abortion drugs, but she doesn't cook. So that leaves only you in the middle of it, Marise. You knew very well what was in that meal when you brought it to me." I paused, as I remembered how good I was to her when I moved into the mansion."You could have done th
Kaleb"You can't go in there, sir," Roman's secretary shot up from her desk as I approached Roman's office, making me raise a brow.I didn't pay any mind to her, just barged in, my hands itching to strangle Roman for daring to step into my wing to attack Ayla. Who was she to instruct me on what to do? Upon entry, Roman's eyes snapped to me as he mentioned something about an unfamiliar name—Aldrich Rivers—and I swear I saw a flicker of fear in his eyes. There was a man standing beside his chair, looking intently at Roman's laptop screen, a man I had never seen before."Give us a minute," he spoke in a low voice, nodding at the man."Yes, boss," the stranger replied in a raspy, deep voice, then stepped out without looking at me. Referring to Roman as boss had my eyebrows squinting, and I could tell that whatever the two were up to was not good."Didn't my secretary tell you that you can't come in?" Roman asked, raising his head as he leaned on the back of his chair. "Yes, she did, but