The next morning, Rose and I went for a walk with her pets. The sun was just rising, casting a warm golden light over the landscape, and the air was fresh with the scent of dew and blooming flowers. Walking with her is calming. There's something about the way she moves, alert and attentive, always aware of her surroundings and her pets. I find comfort in her presence. If she were a guy, I might have felt differently about my feelings.I sigh, wishing things were different. If only I swung that way. Unfortunately, I’m one of those people cursed to find only men attractive. I often find myself caught in a whirlwind of emotions, wishing I could open my heart to someone like Rose, but societal expectations and personal inclinations hold me back.Months passed, and being at the base felt wonderful. I had settled into a routine that revolved around teaching the children and managing their activities. It gave me a sense of purpose. Whenever I returned, I always made time for the kids, knowin
I finally had the chance to sift through the mountain of documents that my father and uncles had left behind during the months I spent in the hospital. The chaos they’d created was overwhelming, and the burden of it all was starting to wear on me. Being left alone, without anyone of considerable influence to help me navigate this mess, was becoming more tedious by the day. A part of me felt tempted to abandon this entire family drama, to divest myself of the company and focus on my own aspirations. Yet, as the heir to this legacy—not just to my grandparents, but to generations of ancestors who had endured wars and crises to carve out a name for themselves—I knew I had a duty to uphold.I looked up as a knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. Emmet, my assistant, entered, looking exhausted but determined. Initially, I had been skeptical about his abilities, but he had proven himself invaluable in recent weeks. Together, we were working to uncover and eliminate the spies that my fami
After six months of sleepless nights and the chaotic joy of motherhood, I was finally regaining my strength. The twins, Sebastian and , were healthy and thriving, and the bond between us was deepening with each passing day. Still, my mind often drifted to my training, the whispers of the council about my potential, and the ever-looming uncertainty surrounding Sebastian’s future. My mother had been relentless in her requests for visits. She believed it was her duty to mold me into the woman she wanted me to be, and she seemed particularly insistent on impressing upon me the importance of maintaining family ties. But with each visit, the weight of her expectations felt heavier, clashing with the new life I was trying to build for myself and my children. Rose had been my lifeline during this tumultuous time. She was a steadfast friend and a seasoned operative, skilled in both the arts of combat and stealth. With the twins often nestled in her arms or cooing in their crib, she somehow
We’ve just returned from our mission, and being away from my children, even for just a week, was an experience I never want to repeat. As I walked through the door, relief washed over me at the sight of my beautiful children, both in good health. Ife had taken great care of them, and I heard that Mother had also been helping out. However, I couldn’t ignore the disapproving looks from my mother’s sisters. It was clear they weren’t pleased with the special treatment Sebastian was receiving. The atmosphere felt tense, and I sensed that a final decision about his future was looming. My training to become the next Mother had been rigorous, but I felt like a different person now. I had been taught never to depend on a man; we women are meant to be strong and to look out for ourselves and each other. The success of our society—thriving under the weight of patriarchy for over a millennium—proves that we can achieve so much. Men are only useful to us as breeders, necessary for our survival,
I wiped my hands on my apron just as I finished setting table for dinner. I look at my wrist watch and notice its ten minutes past the time Alexander usually comes home. I walk into the kitchen and went to the kitchen counter to check my phone. I notice one of the new notifications is from his assistant, I open the text and it says his boss is not coming for dinner as he has had something come up, as usual. I look at all the food I've prepared and feel frustrated. I spent hours preparing this food like a 'Good wife' should and my husband won't even eat it. Two months of marriage. Two months of I'm busy. Two months of wasted time and energy, to think I would give up. NO. I keep on setting myself up for more pain and hurt, but I love him. Been in love with him for years. Constantly falling from a distance. However, I understand he didn't want this and grandma always tells me not to give, to just give him time. Grandpa too, never liked her but he grew to love her till the very end and
Emma Thompson, a woman I've found and come to tolerate in his life. She's the daughter of father in laws bestfriend. Having grown up together and constantly been eachothers dates to countless events, everyone expected her to marry him. I'm pretty sure she herself expected to marry him. But I came along. We all know the Thompsons are a very cruel and cunning family. I sometimes wonder if Alex is really that oblivious or he just turns a blind eye to them. I stare at my phone wondering how I came to this, a life of constantly begging and hoping for a man to love and acknowledge me. It pains me but I love him too much to leave or be angry. Just being around him, having his last name is enough for me. I put my phone on my bedside table and turn off the lights to sleep. ~♡~ I open my eyes to sun beams that almost blind me and I realise I forgot to close the blinds the previous night. I hear a knock and realise that that's what woke me. "Come in!" I exclaim as I sit up in my bed.
I follow her up the stairs and stop outside her door which is slightly ajar. I can see her cry and hear complain about why I seem to care more about Emma. I turn away and just leave the house. I try to avoid this house as much as I can. Honestly it's not that I choose Emma over her or prefer her over Selene but she's more familiar and not suspicious. Selene just appeared out of nowhere when grandma brought her to the family house sometime after Grandpa died. I trust Grandma explicitly on everything but when it comes to this girl that came out of nowhere, from this small village in the outskirts and comes to this city to marry as a way for me to inherit the company completely. ~♡~ "I welcome all of you to the reading of Jack Black will," the family lawyer Mr. Dominic O'Connor said. During the meeting Grandma walked in with Selene a girl grandma and grandpa had taken in as she was the grandchild of a friend of hers a few years back when she was just 16. Everyone is wondering
I wake up from my crying induced sleep. I check my bedside clock and it shows 6pm. I grab my phone and find mised calls from Grandma and Carlos. I grab it and first call grandma. She answers on the 3rd ring. "Hi, grammy." I weakly say. "Selene, are you ready for the Howard benefit?" She asks. I look up to the ceiling and rub my face as I sigh. "I'm not," "Why not?" She asks seeming quite shocked. "You have to, this will be your first function as a couple. You need to show the world a strong unity. You are his wife, not Emma. You need to act like it and show her you are not one to trifle or walk all over." I listen to her talk and as much as I'm avoiding conflict, I need to get my husband back. Take my place as Mrs. Black and show that mosquito that I'm not a person she can bite but hope to still stay alive. ~♡~ I look at myself in the mirror as my maid had just finished helping me with my make up. My phone rings and I pick it up. "Are you ready?" Carlos asks me. "