Racheal ran out of the car as soon as Delbert replied to her question and bent over the sidewalk. Her stomach churned and heaved, and she threw up until exhaustion. She felt someone hold her hair up and pour cold water on her neck. Without looking, she knew it must be Delbert. She leaned down more, and let the water run down her neck and face not minding her makeup.She finally stretched her hand out, and Delbert placed the bottle of water in it. She rinsed her mouth, and stood up.She walked back to her car, and sat down. Delbert was looking at her anxiously. “You seem very upset at what I just told you.” He said, concern evident in his voice.She shook her head. “I began feeling the nausea some time before.”“What do you think about the whole thing?”“I don't want to even think about it.” She said, and turned to look out the window. Delbert drew near and squeezed her hand. Then he leaned in and kissed her temple. She did not look away from the window as he stepped out and closed
She entered the hall, and just like the last time, she had to sit facing the three men as she took her call. The only difference was that this time, she was not shy. She took a seat opposite them and held the gaze of the man who stared most intimidatingly at her the last time. She picked up the phone. “My goodness, why are you unreachable nowadays?” Her father’s voice boomed over the phone. “Are they trying to keep you away from me?”Racheal said nothing. What did he think this was, what was he expecting? He sold her off and even agreed to the conditions. “Have they been telling you I called?” He asked“No.”“Why would they do that? That's not the agreement.” Roni Rana said angrily over the phone. “What is this I hear about you being locked up? Is it true?”Racheal wondered how he knew that? Only a few people here even knew that. How did he learn that information all the way there in Xen?“Why are you not saying anything?” Her father barked suddenly, startling her. “Were you truly
Racheal stood up to check the dress, seizing the opportunity to avoid Jade's question. Of course she was distrusting, how could she not?She took the wrapping off the box and opened it. Her dress sat neatly inside it. “Thought I'd swapped it with the wrong dress?” Jade said. Racheal turned in exasperation at the badgering, “Look…” She began but stopped. She saw the laughter dancing on Jade's face. She smiled, and then they both burst into laughter. Luna and Lyda soon arrived with a large platter of hor d'oeuvres, a bowl of diced fruits and a bottle of white wine. Racheal gave the girls a look. White wine so early in the morning? But she said nothing. “Ever thought of modelling?” Jade asked, looking at her as she forked a piece of Antipasto Skewers into her mouth. Racheal nodded. “Others have mentioned it again and again.”“Well you should try it. You'll become both popular and rich.” Jade said. “Not that you really need any of those things, but extras always help.”Racheal smile
“I already have a dress for the party.” Racheal said, looking at the large garment rack between her and the beauty team. “I don't need a dress, thank you.”“They are all paid for already, ma'am.” The leader of the team said.“What?” Racheal looked at them in disbelief. This was not how it worked. She should have been given the option to pick a dress from the bunch, and they would have returned the rest. Looking at the garment rack that held at least thirty fancy dresses, she wondered what the president wanted? Why was he suddenly being so generous?“I'd still like to wear my dress.” She said. The beauty team leader shrugged and pushed the hanger aside. Her maids began to transfer the dresses to her closet, as the team went to work. They buffed her nails and scrubbed her feet. Scrubbed her skin and masked up her face, trimmed her hair an inch so they could better style it. They were in her suite all day. By late noon they were finally satisfied that her skin was ready for makeup.
“Ma'am.” The guard called again, getting Racheal’s attention. “This way.”She looked at him. He did not seem to be giving her any choice, so she went with him. They left the rooftop without anyone noticing, and rode the elevator down, the party music fading into the background. They stepped out of the elevator, and a surprisingly large troupe of presidential guards led her to the president’s suite. This was her first time in this part of the villa since she arrived here.She waited outside a huge door, as a guard went in to announce her arrival. He came out shortly, and opened the door widely for her to go in. Racheal inhaled deeply, banishing all her anxieties away, and walked in. Now would be the worst time to have a panic attack. “Daughter-in-law.” Spencer said cheerfully as she walked in. He stood up and walked around the desk to her. He hugged her briefly, and kissed her on both cheeks just like he had done on her wedding day.She tried to smile politely at him, but her smil
“I do not like how distant you and Spencer are. It almost seems like you are a single woman.” Spencer Sherrod said. Racheal looked at him, speechless.“I will have Steffan join you in this your new job, especially if the press would be there. He is a busy man, but he will clear his schedule if I ask him to.” Spencer Sherrod continued. Racheal could not find the words to say. She could not believe this was happening again. Her freedom was about to be squeezed even tighter. She enjoyed being on her own, not answerable to a husband she didn't even love.“You know I am not doing this to be wicked right? How can you give me grandchildren if you both are so far away.” Spencer Sherrod said.Racheal’s jaw dropped. “Yes. Our pact with Xen will be useless if you do not have children to make the country really one. And the coterie will start asking questions if you are not pregnant soon.” Spencer Sherrod said, stood up, and turned his back to her.That was it. He'd said what he wanted to and
Racheal had little doubt she would escape this. Thalia was insane, why had she not thought of this before. A woman this obsessed with her married ex had to be a little crazy in the head.She could scream for help, she should, but over this loud music she doubted anyone would hear her.Then she felt strong hands yanking her. A scream escaped her throat, but to her relief, she was being yanked away from the edge, not over it.She looked up to see who rescued her, and found herself staring at an angry Skylar. Skylar looked livid, and all her fury was directed at Thalia. She soon pounced on her, despite security trying to tear her off.It seemed she finally found a way to let out all the anger she had. bottled in for days now, from her own frustrations. Racheal was mortified at the scene Skylar was forced to cause on her own wedding day because of her. The wedding guests soon crowded them and the president thundered,“Stop!” Before Skylar finally got off Thalia. Racheal saw Isaac rush
Steffan stepped back. For a few seconds, the anger in his eyes was replaced by hurt. But it disappeared just as quickly as Racheal had seen it.“You really think I am such a monster.” He said flatly. It was not a question, and there was no emotion in his voice. He turned away, and continued undressing. Racheal stood and just stared at him, unsure of her next words. She had always known this day would come, since the day her father announced the wedding. But did she really want to share a bed with this man?Was she ready to start truly living as man and wife with this man? She suddenly missed the life she had the past few weeks. She had thought she was suffering, but she was left alone. Her time was hers alone, and she did not have to stare at Steffan’s face, inhaling his scent even though she was angry at him.She was still standing as he walked towards the bathroom. Their bathroom, that is what she thought it was now. He returned almost immediately, pinning her with his gaze. His
“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