He sighed in relief, and led her up the elevator to the restaurant. He took her to another table, more discreet than the one he had been watching her from. The table was laid out already as he had instructed just before he had run out. He had been so scared when he looked up, and saw the meeting had ended and no one was sitting there anymore.She looked at the table, her face expressionless. He was unable to judge what she thought. He missed the time he could do that.He hurried ahead and pulled out a chair for her.“Thank you.” She said politely.He took a seat opposite her, as the waiter arrived and asked her what she would eat first. He watched her as she spoke with the waiter. He knew she was aware he was staring at her, but she did not meet his eyes even once. Even with short hair, she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. And he had seen a lot of beautiful women as a billionaire who traveled often.But she was kind too, and always polite. She was aware of
He sat there, staring at her in shock. He could not move or speak. He felt paralyzed by her anger, by the words she was saying. He would have stood up, and just left in shame at that point.He did not deserve her. It was extremely selfish for him to think they could iron things out and make it work.But the thought of his life without her gripped him with an even greater fear. His heart squeezed, and all he saw was darkness ahead. Darkness and emptiness. She was all he had, all he wanted.“I am sorry.” He said again. He meant it. He was going to spend his life proving it, apologizing and making it up to her. He was truly sorry.“It does not change anything.” She yelled, and he could see the tears forming in her eyes. He felt his heart, breaking. He was making her cry again. All he caused her was tears. He would go away if that was what it took to make her never cry again. But he knew he could make her happy.He had done that at some point in the past. He could do it again.
“Robert planned that ambush for over one year. He merely found a good opportunity to execute it without getting his hands dirty.” He said, took his phone out and placed it on his father’s desk.He played Ben's confession first. “That was when Racheal was framed for the vault robbery last year.” He said, watching his father after the video ended.He scrolled towards the evidence the little woman had sent earlier that day.He played it, and watched his father as he listened. Spencer was growing more restless and fidgety, and by the time the short audio clip was done, he was a mess.“Roberts? How could he do this?” Spencer stood up in disbelief.He watched his father quietly.“I planned to support him to become president as soon as my tenure was done. I even protected his daughter from your wrath.”He raised his eyebrows. Well, that was news to him. So his father had been protecting Thalia. “You are sure of this?” Spencer asked, turning to look at him. He quietly picked his phone fro
Racheal sat on the couch with Leo, eating from a cup of ice cream and watching a movie series.“You look much calmer,” Leo said.“I am much calmer.” She turned to him, and smiled quietly. She had refused to tell him what caused her tears earlier, but she knew he had to have some idea that it had something to do with Steffan.Well, all that was done now. He had said he would sign the divorce document and send it to her. She could not stop thinking about how his mood had changed as soon as she told him about the baby. Did he think he somehow blame her for losing their baby? Yes, she had dragged her feet about the blood test. But her life had been chaotic, and she had used several PT at home. They all came out negative. She had even feared she may be barren at one point too. How could she have known she was pregnant?“Soon, you’ll be free.” Leo took her hand, and gently kissed it. She smiled a little. This was the first time he had done that.“Soon. But soon may be about one yea
He walked out of the presidential villa for what he vowed would be the last time.He felt like a failure. He could not even kill his father. He had been determined to, but he couldn’t. He failed even in that.He got in his car and drove out of the villa. There was a stupendously large crowd of protesters gathered outside. The international journalist, Emily, recently released an article. A detailed account of how Spencer had killed the journalist at Racheal’s office and how he sent anyone that annoyed him to Tourris.As he drove away, he knew this was the last straw. Spencer would not last much longer as Yin’s president. It was either he was forced to step down, or he would get badly hurt by the citizens. Many people now hated him.He cursed, and punched the steering wheel again and again as he drove hard. Spencer was supposed to die by his hands. He yelled, and raged in his car. When he finally arrived home, he was exhausted. He climbed out of his car, and walked towards t
He tried making an appointment again for the hundredth time, but got the same response. The little woman was obviously avoiding him. He could not blame her.If he was in her shoes, he would probably do the same.He had not called Isaac in a while. He did not want to be any more of a bother than he was already. But he had to make sure she stayed away from that Limuel man.He was not sure for certain that the man planned to hurt her, it was simply a haunch. And also the knowledge that the man’s family had a grudge against the Ranas since the war. He did not trust that any of their sons would treat her well.“Hello Sir.”“Isaac.”That was better than the man had treated him in so long.“How is Racheal doing? Where is she?”Isaac went quiet as usual. He suspected the man was always hesitant to tell him anything about the little woman.“She is well. She is currently on her way to lunch with a client.”“What client?”Isaac paused.“Is it Lukas Limuel?”He heard the man take a breath i
“What? Why?” Racheal screamed in confusion as she watched Limuel’s guards pull a limp Steffan up.Then they began to pull him to pull him away, his tall frame causing his foot to drag behind him.“I had a suspicion he might come here.” Limuel said, pulling out a big cigar.“What did we do to you?” She asked, looking from Limuel to Steffan, who was being dragged away.“I have no problems with the Sherrods. Just you.”“What?” She asked just as she saw Limuel’s toddler run out of the house. The guards tried to stop the child who was not warmly dressed for the weather. The toddler screamed. He just wanted his father.Lukas Limuel turned at the commotion. “Let him through," he said, standing up. The child broke through the barrier of guards, and ran into his father’s arms.“I don’t have the time to explain anything. I hear your mother has suddenly returned from the dead. I believe she will pay a decent price in exchange for you as compensation for what your family did to us.” Lukas sa
“What are you doing?” Racheal asked as she watched Steffan walk towards one of the many couches in the room. He said nothing.He placed a bright flashlight she suspected he must have found wherever he found the axe on the floor, lighting the whole room up. He raised the axe, and began to hack at the couch.She stared at him in shock, at first not understanding what he was doing. Then she turned back, and shut the heavy bolt on the door. He had to make fire somehow, or they would freeze to death before the storm was over. Between the both of them, they could probably buy a million couches for this family.She walked further into the living room, past him, checking the whole place out. The only place that was open to them was the hallway, the open kitchen in the living room, and a tiny bathroom at the end of the hallway. All the other rooms were firmly locked. She was not very eager to ruin their locks like she did the front door.She walked towards the kitchen, and turned on th
“Mind Skylar’s head.” Steffan said, watching her get out of the car. Racheal cradled six month-old Skylar’s head in her arms and got out of the car. Steffan turned and walked ahead towards the courthouse. She knew he did not like this, neither did her mother, but she wanted to lead a new life from now on.She would only allow any dispute to be settled by the court no matter how long it took, instead of the torture, killing and all they had done up to the point that she had Sterling.“Maman," Sterling said, peeking his head around his father’s shoulders.“Yes, baby.”“Maman.” He said again, and she smiled at him. Steffan adjusted him in his arms as they walked into the building.It was an informal courtroom, and the biggest case in Xen. This case was what had disgraced Roslyn and made her lose the elections. Journalists waited outside for the final hearing.She and Steffan sat side by side after the judge took her seat, and the accused began to be escorted in by the cops. Roslyl
Racheal followed Steffan into his house quietly. His housekeeper greeted her warmly. She nodded at the woman. She was surprised to see Chef Bennett come out.“Dinner in five minutes, sir.” Then he paused. “Mrs Sherrod.” He bowed.“Make a place for two,” Steffan said. Those were the first words he had said, since she told him she missed him.“Sure, Sir.” Chef Bennett responded.“You kept him?” Racheal asked, as Steffan led the way upstairs. “You liked him.” He said simply.She said nothing more. He surprisingly led the way to his bedroom on the second floor. It was a dark masculine room, wide, dark and intimidating.She stood in the middle, unsure of how to act, or what to do next.He dropped his bag on the bed, and glanced at her.“I am sorry I hurt you.” She said. He paused, midway into sitting on the bed, then started to take his tie off.“That’s rare. Women never apologize.”She made a face at him. But continued anyway. “I was conflicted. I wanted to be with you, but I was
Racheal sat on the toilet bowl, staring at the pregnancy test kit. It clearly read positive. In denial, she took others. They read the same thing.She hurried back to her room and pulled on a dress. It would be stupid to make the same mistake twice. She sat nervously in the backseat as her chauffeur took her to the hospital.She waited nervously as her blood got drawn, and patiently waited for the doctor.She could not smile back as the doctor said.“Congratulations Mrs Sherrod. Would you like to see your baby?”She climbed the table, and stared at the ceiling as the doctor smeared a cold gel on her flat belly.“You are about seven weeks pregnant.” The doctor said excitedly. “Look at your baby.” She held her breath and turned.She could hear the heartbeat of the fetus as the doctor pointed out where the baby was in the sac. It was so tiny, she burst into tears.The doctor helped her up and soothed her, telling her it was OK to cry, that days like these were an emotional day for
The president is dead did not cover the horror of how Spencer Sherrod had died. He stared at his father’s coffin the next morning as the priest talked on and on. He had wanted to kill this man. He had wanted to kill him with his own hand, so why was he reacting this way to the man’s death?His mind kept going back to how Spencer had looked in the video he had seen. He was headed for a meeting, surrounded by his guards, edgy and nervous, and alone.The old woman had come from the crowd, begging an audience. He had hesitated, but asked them to let her through. The woman had hugged him, even as his guards had yelled that it was against protocol.One had even reached out to pull her away. Then flames. He shook his head as he remembered the explosion sound. They had quickly found out the woman was the journalist’s aged mother. The journalist Spencer had killed at Racheal’s office.He felt someone squeeze his arm. He looked down at the little woman. She was the only good thing in
“We should start moving. I don’t want Limuel’s men to find us here," he said as he stocked the fire. She dropped a plate of Ramen in front of him. He smiled up at her, and she smiled back.He did not mind if he lost all his wealth, and became doomed to this kind of life, as long as he had her. She was all he wanted now, all he had ever wanted really from the day he met her.“It will be a few hours still before we can start moving.” She responded. He nodded and picked up his meal. She walked closer and sat beside him. He turned to her, caressed her cheek, and kissed her lightly. She returned his kiss, enthusiastically, the way he remembered, the way he liked.He loved how much she loved his touch. They were soon grappling at each other, their meal forgotten. He squeezed her warm soft body as she moaned his name and dug into his back. He savored the warmness of her, the fullness of her curve, the lusty way she matched his thrusts, squeezing tight around him.He did not want to
Racheal sat shocked, staring at Steffan’s face, just barely able to see it in the near darkness. But she could see clearly enough the honesty in there. His blue eyes were clear and honest, open and pleading.“You should have said that when I wanted to hear it.” She said, shaking her head, starting to move away. But he held her.“I should have. I was a fool not to have.”“I even told you once that I loved you. You said nothing.”“I am sorry.”“Stop apologising. It won’t fix anything," she said, trying to pull away. She did not have to hear this, she did not want to hear this. It would make leaving him that much more difficult. It was easier walking away from a man who hurt her, and had never admitted to loving her even once. But now…“Racheal.” He said, taking her face between his hands. “I love you. I have always loved you. My heart stops at the thought of losing you. The day Isaac told me you were dying, the day you sent that divorce document, my heart completely stopped beatin
“I thought you changed. Apparently, you did not," Steffan said finally, looking away. “You are still as stubborn and careless as ever.”His words stung her.“Careless? You sound like I got some warning that a certain Limuel was after me and ignored it.”“I tried to warn you. I sent a dozen messages, tried to make an appointment,” he blew up.She shrank back. Well. There was no way she would have known. She had his number blocked, so there was no way she could have seen his messages. She still did not know how he had gotten her new contact number by the way. She could not think of any of her staff who could have given him her personal number.She knew he was in contact with Isaac, but could Isaac have given him the number?“After all that has happened to you, I don’t know how you can still put yourself in danger like this.”“One could say I was in danger, hiding with you in a storm like this. At least Maman would think so.” She said quietly, lowering herself to the floor. That got
“What are you doing?” Racheal asked as she watched Steffan walk towards one of the many couches in the room. He said nothing.He placed a bright flashlight she suspected he must have found wherever he found the axe on the floor, lighting the whole room up. He raised the axe, and began to hack at the couch.She stared at him in shock, at first not understanding what he was doing. Then she turned back, and shut the heavy bolt on the door. He had to make fire somehow, or they would freeze to death before the storm was over. Between the both of them, they could probably buy a million couches for this family.She walked further into the living room, past him, checking the whole place out. The only place that was open to them was the hallway, the open kitchen in the living room, and a tiny bathroom at the end of the hallway. All the other rooms were firmly locked. She was not very eager to ruin their locks like she did the front door.She walked towards the kitchen, and turned on th
“What? Why?” Racheal screamed in confusion as she watched Limuel’s guards pull a limp Steffan up.Then they began to pull him to pull him away, his tall frame causing his foot to drag behind him.“I had a suspicion he might come here.” Limuel said, pulling out a big cigar.“What did we do to you?” She asked, looking from Limuel to Steffan, who was being dragged away.“I have no problems with the Sherrods. Just you.”“What?” She asked just as she saw Limuel’s toddler run out of the house. The guards tried to stop the child who was not warmly dressed for the weather. The toddler screamed. He just wanted his father.Lukas Limuel turned at the commotion. “Let him through," he said, standing up. The child broke through the barrier of guards, and ran into his father’s arms.“I don’t have the time to explain anything. I hear your mother has suddenly returned from the dead. I believe she will pay a decent price in exchange for you as compensation for what your family did to us.” Lukas sa