“Please.” Racheal pleaded with the woman who was gloating at her with disgust. She dreaded whatever would happen at the meeting with the Coterie. Even if she was only interviewed, she understood how quickly she could get in trouble by saying one wrong word.Danna Sherrod simply sneered at her. Suddenly, Racheal began to struggle with breathing. This had only happened a few times in her life. Her eyes blurred and she knocked a chair over as she fell to her knees.She was having a panic attack. The worst she had ever had. The noise her lungs made as she struggled to drag air through it and breathe, was ugly even to her own ears. Her eyes watered and she began to panic even more instead of trying to remain calm.She was scared she would soon pass out and this woman would do nothing to save her. “Ma'am, please.” She said making great efforts to push the two words out of her throat. She reached out to hold the woman's leg for support but Danna Sherrod stepped back quickly, causing R
Racheal blushed. “Skylar.” She said wide eyed at the young woman's audacity. “Is it so strange to imagine? You both are married and he has been falling over himself for you.” Skylar said.Racheal made a face. Really? Falling over himself?It was true that he was exceptionally kind and attentive to her needs. But she would not allow herself to think anything special of it, because she had heard those words from him earlier today.She smiled at Skylar. “Yes. Your brother is so kind.”Skylar was looking at her with surprise. “You don't know? Steffan likes you.”Racheal shifted uncomfortably on the bed. “He doesn't.”“What?”Racheal went ahead to tell her about the conversation she had overheard and then had to eavesdrop on earlier that day.Skylar was stunned and sat silently for a while. “That's strange, Because he has always…” She was saying when Steffan walked into the bedroom.Whatever happened to knocking?“Your maids said you were both in here.” Steffan said.“Oh.” Racheal relax
Racheal spent a few minutes trying to regain composure. Then she called for her maids. “Come, please help me get ready for a party.” She said to both young women. “Mr Steffan has sent a glam team to help you.” Luna said. “What?”“Should we turn them away?” Leah asked. Luna looked at her like she was stupid. Racheal sighed, she thought the notion was stupid too.She could not turn away the glam team the PRESIDENT’S SON had sent. She did not have such power. Even if she did, would she want to do that? Reject Steffan's sweet gesture?She walked to her vanity mirror and took a seat opposite it. “Let them in.” She instructed, looking at her maids through the mirror. The team of three professionals came in.They worked in her bedroom since she had no beauty room. One fitted the dress and styled it, and the other two worked on her hair and makeup. The last time she was fussed over like this was on her wedding day. And even then, that team were not as good as this team of two men and a
“Madame Dalloz.” Steffan greeted cheerfully, gently moving Racheal along so the old woman did not have to hobble all the way to them.Racheal slowly exhaled with relief. Steffan knew her, and if he greeted her so warmly, it meant she would be safe around this old woman. “Yes ma'am.” Racheal finally replied to her question from earlier, when they stood in front of the woman. “Hmmm.” The woman responded with a pleased nod.“Maman.” They all heard someone call out. The group turned to see a muscled tall man covering the floor in long strides.“Racheal, have you met my grandson Delbert?” Madame Dalloz asked, smiling into her grandson’s eyes.Delbert Dalloz returned the smile and turned to Racheal. “The famous Racheal from Xen.” He said, and taking her hands, courteously kissed her fingers. “I hope your husband has mentioned me. We are friends and business partners.”“It's nice to meet you, Mr Dalloz.” Racheal said with a polite smile. Steffan had never mentioned him or anyone else in
“I am sure you can easily look that up, Delbert.” Madame Dalloz said, giving him a stern look.“I prefer asking a reliable source, Maman,” Delbert replied his grandmother, while smiling at her.Racheal’s eyes widened. What was going on? Was this man trying to flirt with her or she was imagining things. “An intelligent reliable source.” Thalia said with a wide smile. Racheal was certain now that he was flirting. That was why Thalia was egging him on. She would not play this game with them.If not anything, Steffan was legally her husband. She would not disrespect him in this manner. She turned and smiled at Madame Dalloz while speaking to Delbert.“As YOUR GRANDMOTHER said” She emphasised, “I don't think there is anything I can tell you that you cannot find from equally authorised sources on the internet.”She turned to her food and concentrated on it, discouraging any further conversation. After a brief silence, Steffan said “I don't think that thief can get away with this for lo
The MC climbed back on the stage and led the other activities. Accolades were given to several businesses, new industry innovations were discussed and demonstrated. Racheal felt alive as she learned new things seated in the middle of very intelligent people. Thalia returned from the restroom to the hall much later.Racheal looked at her face searchingly, and she suspected Thalia had been crying although she had done a good job of repairing her makeup. She felt a little prick of guilt. Had she gone too far? Did she say too much during their confrontation?Soon after,She saw two tall blond women in short dresses walk towards their table and stop beside Steffan. None of them even acknowledged her with as much as a glance. Steffan smiled up brightly at them and one of the women bent low to whisper to him. He nodded and both women left after the second one kissed his face and caressed his chest in the full glare of everyone.Racheal felt tears burn her eyes. A few people from the crow
Racheal shook the thoughts away from her head. He would not dare. What would he tell his parents?She turned in resignation to return to the hall. If she could not find him, she would ask the guards to take her home alone. They would not refuse her. At least she doubted they would. She suddenly stopped, there was another staircase she hadn't noticed before that led down some other part of the building. She was immediately consumed by dreadful excitement. She was nervous about what she would find. She looked around to make sure no one was following her, then she slowly walked towards the staircase and went down the steps slowly. She was grateful that there was a carpet that muffled the sound of her clicking heels.She then walked down a tiny hallway till she got to a door that was slightly ajar. She held her breath and peered in.She saw men from around Steffann's age and older, all seated around a huge table. Oddly, they had on the same shade of black suit. The only thing that wo
She spent the entire morning in anxiety the next day. She knew this was not good for her health but she could not stop.She was worried. When she finally stepped out this morning, her maids had informed her that Steffan called last night but turned away after he heard her instructions about not wanting to be disturbed. At first, it had pleased her, she had turned the president’s son away. He had respected her wishes and left her alone. But as the day progressed, it began to bother her. It appeared to her that he did not care, why had he not tried even a little harder. Now, it was almost noon, he had not come to check on her to see how she was doing. She shook her head in self pity. She would never learn. Why was she suddenly so invested in this man and his actions towards her. She should be focusing her energy on other things. Making friends for one. Danna Sherrod had accused her of trying to buy allies so she would be untouchable. She might as well truly do that. She needed al
“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