Ayla MarigoldI stood unmoving, my glistening burning eyes fixed on the text on my husband's phone screen. My left hand squeezed the pregnancy test kit in my palazo pants pocket, while I picked up the phone with my right hand.'Got home safely? I miss that dick already.' The clear words had my stomach churning, nausea rising up my throat. 'I swear I can't feel my legs.' Another one followed, making my trachea squeeze up."Oh god," I whispered in the empty bedroom, closing my eyes briefly. Every part of my body went on pause, my brain working to make a new connection. I could feel my head becoming heavy, so I leaned on the side of the headboard to steady myself. Just then my husband stepped out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist. I gulped, my mind already painting a picture of him on top of another woman, pleasuring her. My hand trembled, attracting his eyes which fell on his phone in my hand. "What are you doing with my phone?" His voice was low as he approached, eyes burni
Chapter 2AylaI woke up to a series of doorbell rings, the sound worsening the thrumming headache behind my temples."Aaargh," I groaned, the repeated ding-dong sound getting on my nerves. I stumbled out of bed, brushing my hands over my heavy eye-lids. My legs were still weak and my head was spinning but I pushed myself downstairs."I'm coming," I weakly shouted over another bell ring, rubbing my temples. "Jesus Christ Ayla, what the fuck took you so long?" Roman's stepbrother stopped pacing seconds after I opened the door, looking at his wristwatch."What the hell Kaleb! This better be important," I responded, closing my eyes when the light had me feeling like someone was forcing stick hot needles inside them."Is this how you welcome me after months of not seeing me?" he mocked, while I rolled my eyes. He had been in another city, where he had established a new company and was required to stay there until it was stable. It was safe to say that I hadn't been around him much, so
Ayla"Please pick up," I muttered, tapping my foot on the rug in the living room, waiting for my best friend Danica to answer the phone. My mind was saturated from hours of thinking about Roman bringing another woman, that I really needed Danica's help. It took me long to finally decide to call her, because she was pregnant for her long time boyfriend and I didn't want to stress her. "The soup is ready honey. Do you want it here or at the dining?" Marise our nanny asked."I tol-"The sound of the front door stopped me mid-sentence, followed by the sound of high-heels on the tiles. I held my breath, realizing that Roman was not joking when he said he was going to bring home his woman. I hardly had time to react when they rounded the hallway, stepping inside the living room."Danica?" I stood up, my eyes falling on Roman's arm around my bestfriend's waist. I let out a forceful breath, an uncontrollable shudder sweeping through my entire body.I wanted to believe that she had been on h
Kaleb I couldn't stop thinking about Ayla's reaction when I pinned her against the wall, as I drove to the family mansion. Since Roman had ignored my calls the entire day and could not find him in the office, I was going to confront him at home. The fucker had taken millions out of the company's account without any explanation however, an action that was dangerous to the company's progress. 'Will I see her?' I thought, shaking my head to stop thinking about my step-brother's wife in that manner. I could still feel a shudder running down my spine when she wiggled her body against mine. I wished I could hear her breath hitch again, as I whispered against her ear. She had gotten me so mad when she tried equating me to my fucked up step-brother. Despite that, her outburst and her foul mouth had also awakened feelings that I couldn't describe. "Fuck!" I hit the break, the near hit on a homeless girl in the middle of the road pulling me out of my thoughts. She stood unfazed by the s
AylaThe smell of coffee, sausages and baked bread wafted into my nose, making my stomach lurch. My eyes were still closed, but I was aware of my surroundings, including light steps towards the king size bed. I turned, then opened my eyes, coming face to face with Kaleb, with a tray of breakfast in his hands."Good morning Ayla, I hope I didn't wake you up." Kaleb placed the tray on the bedside table."I was," I paused, letting out a cough when my throat burned."I was already up. Good morning." I forced a smile at him as he opened a mini-fridge beside the bedside table. There was nothing good about the morning, just pain, my frail body, nausea and a saturated mind. "Here, take this first." He opened a sealed bottle of cold water from the refrigerator, then handed it to me. I gladly chugged the water in large gulps, closing my eyes as the cold liquid soothed my parched throat. "Thank you," I placed the bottle on the table."I didn't know what you'd love for breakfast so I made coffe
Ayla"Is this how your dead mother taught you how to make chicken fried rice?" Catarina spat, dropping her spoon on the glass dining table with a clink. I ground my teeth, her words making me want to force the food down her throat, and bash her face on the table. It was one thing insulting me, but bringing my mother into the mix was entirely a different one."Get back in that kitchen and make me something else!" She ordered, throwing her napkin at me, pinning her cold gaze at me."What's wrong with this one?" I asked, holding her gaze with my chin tilted upwards."Excuse me!" She squinted her eyes, pushing her chair backward with force as she stood."How dare you talk back at me?" I ground my teeth together, with my mouth sealed shut."Mom?" Danica's voice drifted into the luxurious dining room. Even though it had just been a week, the two seemed to have just clicked. Catarina pampered Nika every time, a treatment she hadn't accorded to me as her son's wife."Hey honey," Catarina repl
AylaI stood against the door of my small servant quarters space, my heart pounding, still reeling from the shock of my husband's words. "I can't believe you'd stoop so low as far as faking a pregnancy for pity."My head span, making me slide against the door and onto the cold floor, despite my aching joints and muscles. I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms as a boiling feeling envoloped me. How could Roman think I was lying about his own child? Instead of hope and love, all he had subjected me to was rejection and insults."Why would you do this to me, Roman?" I whispered, the tugging chest in my pain making me close my eyes tightly.I remembered our wedding day, my trembling lips spreading into a painful smile. My mind pushed one memory after another, each one of them making my eyes burn. Though blurry, I stared at the ring on my finger, a choking sound coming out of my throat. To me it meant everything, but to Roman it was just like any other simple jewelry. Wasn't ther
Kaleb"Absolutely not! Are you out of your mind, Kaleb?" My mom shouted, placing her glass of wine on the oak table."What is wrong with you?" Roman asked, unwrapping his hand from Danica's ugly back. They were in the backyard, enjoying their Sunday, chatting and giggling while Ayla was running up and down serving them and running every errand they wanted."Ayla cannot and will not work as your secretary. She is not going to stop being a maid in this house," my mom spat, while I remained standing unfazed, my hands comfortably pocketed in my pants."She's facing the consequences of being a gold digger," Danica chimed in, chewing her ball gum loudly with her mouth open. I knew something about her was wrong when I met her for the first time before the wedding."Who asked you to talk? This is a family issue; shut up." I dismissed her, letting my lips stretch into a short smirk when her jaw dropped down."Don't talk to her like that; she's carrying my child; she's family," Roman defended,
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