Racheal looked at Jade sadly.She doubted the Carlos could help her. It was not because she doubted their power; they were arguably one of the most powerful families in the world, an ancient royal house.But her life was too complicated for anyone to get her out.The Dallozs had tried, but had gotten nowhere yet because everyday something new happened that seemed to dig her deeply into this pit, making it that much harder for anyone to pull her out.“Just say the word. We will take you out before anyone knows what is happening.”Racheal shook her head. “It’s not that simple.”“Why do you think so? You only have to get past the border of both countries, and no one will be able to touch you anymore.”“I am Yin’s property. My father signed me off.” Racheal said in exasperation.“Not even he can take me away, except he wanted to restart the war. Only Spencer Sherrod has the power to let me go, or the Coterie perhaps.” She paused, thinking.If the Dallozs were the leader of the Coterie, it
“Are you comfortable?” Steffan asked as the car began to move. He had cushioned the car seat with pillows and brought a blanket. It was the blanket Delbert had gifted her, her comfort blanket that smelled like Jasmine. Her mother’s scent. Racheal wrapped the blanket tighter around her body as she settled further into the seat.“Yes, thank you.” She said simply, her response polite enough, but cold. She knew he was trying to fix whatever it was that had broken between them, but she was not sure she was interested. Like he had said himself, what was the point of all this? He could not protect her, his attitude was ever changing, the only reason she was still being polite to him was both their fathers’ threats. She did not want his father to cut off her freedom of movement and association. She also did not want to provoke her own father to go ahead with his threat.She wondered Roni Rana knew what happened to her, did he even care?“How is Skylar?” She asked suddenly.Steffan turn
When the couple arrived at the villa, they met a high stack of flowers just at the gate, and a small group of curious crowd. Racheal was thrown a little off balance at the sight, how did they know?“I knew those journalists were bad news. Why can’t you all just do your job well?” Steffan said angrily to his guard who was sitting in front beside the driver. She winced. She wished he would stop shouting. If there was anyone to blame, it was himself who had left her all alone, and took her chief guard with him to wherever he had gone. She said nothing though. The car stopped, and Isaac appeared almost immediately at her door. She stepped out of the car before Steffan came around to assist her. Luna and Leah were waiting at the steps to assist her too. She smiled at them. She had really not had enough time with them in the last few weeks, and she missed them.“Hello.” She greeted with a smile, as both young women walked up to help her. “Ma’am.” Leah greeted with a bow, and lovin
Danna Sherrod left after assuring Racheal that there was nothing to worry about.Rachael thought the woman's whole attitude switch was strange. Why was she so calm now?She turned back to their bedroom to lay down. She feared she would soon pass out if she didn’t.“You did not have to agree to that.” Steffan said as she climbed on to the bed.“Please don’t.” Racheal frowned, trying to close her eyes.“I can protect you, Racheal.” He said strongly, too strongly.She opened her eyes to look at him in disbelief. The silence that hung in the room after those words was heavy and awkward. She slowly turned her back to him, and closed her eyes.When she woke up, it was completely dark outside, but she did not feel as terrible anymore.Steffan was sitting on the bedroom couch looking at her. He stood up to help her, but she lifted a finger to stop him.She pushed her weight up with her left hand, her only good hand. She stood still for a while, waiting for her body to feel stable enough, befo
“The sleeve of this dress is similar to her skin tone. It would be difficult for anyone to notice it was her real skin. With a full coverage makeup, even she would doubt she was ever injured.”“Pity you don’t have the remedy for my pains too.” Racheal said quietly.The man paused, and stuttered.He was the head of a glam team she had not seen before, and she did not like him.He smiled too much, but it was an unkind smile. She noticed how badly he had been treating his team since they got here.She suspected that he’s was Danna’ Sherrod’s private glam team.She had brought him here, and only someone like her would work with such a nasty man.“Less talk, more work Nico.” Danna Sherrod said, taking a seat.The woman had come to her suite early that morning with the presidency's doctor. She waited for the doctor to check all her wounds, and take the bandage off her head.She waited quietly still for her to bathe and eat, more quiet than Racheal had ever seen her. She didn’t know the woman
“The hall is not very far from here. Your office is also about five minutes away.” Steffan told Racheal as they rode in the long convoy towards the press conference.She turned to look at him, feeling more conflicted about him.His vow some minutes ago still sent a chill down her back..For someone who was so devoted to making sure she was okay, why did she often get mixed signals from him.He just vowed on his own father’s life to take her out of here, he knew what the consequences of that could be, but he did not care, all for a woman he had known for less than two months.She wanted to trust him, to love him, especially seeing how much he was willing to do for her.But so many things kept stopping her.The biggest of them was her fear that he would never be actually there when she needed him the most.He had done it twice already, the first time on purpose.She looked out of the window, forcing herself to put the thoughts away for later.If she stressed her brain too much, her head
“Wait.” Steffan said, and got out of the car.He waved Isaac away to open Racheal’s door himself. He held out his hand, and she placed hers in his.“Thank you.” She said, wincing a little as she stepped out of car.He had pulled a little too strongly on her right arm, where she had been cut.“What is it?” Steffan asked, pulling her close. She avoided looking at his face.“Let’s just get done with this.” She replied.He was about to hold her hand as he usually did, but stopped halfway, remembering that hand was scarred. He frowned, and placed his hand on her waist.“Let’s go.” He led her into the building amidst a few flashes from cameras.It felt like her first press conference all over.The difference now was the location. The hall was better designed and furnished.The only important person here was the presidential aide, all the other people here were lower presidential staff members, and the press.Racheal quickly realised what the President and First lady were doing.They were pr
Steffan, his guards, Julian, and Nasir were all at Racheal’s side in one minute.She regained her balance and stood up,She snatched her silk glove that had slipped off, and wore it, then turned around.Everyone was looking at her.“Are you ok?” Steffan asked, looking at her all over.Racheal nodded. and glanced at Zuri.The woman was the one who pushed her, but since everyone had been busy, no one else had seen her.“Are you sure?” Steffan asked. Her arm began to ache again.When Zuri pushed her with her shoulder, she had roughly grazed against the arm.Since the thick bandage had be
“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