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. "
I wake up to an empty room and bed. It seems he has already left, not surprised there but it still felt amazing sleeping his arms, breahing in his scent. Honestly, he's one fine. I woke up in the middle of thebnight and couldn't help but feel his and abs. 'Squeel' I finally get out of bed and walk into the shower. Hopefully tonight I'll get to have a proper bath but now I need to get busy, operation get my husband back is a go. ~♡~ After dressing up, I went to the dining room to have my breakfast but instead I find my husband in a suit having breakfast whilst reading a newspaper. I look to the clock and it says 8 :30 am, he's usually already in the office by now. "Ah, you are finally up." he states and smiles at me. I know I made plans to spend more time with him but seeing him here just feels weird. "Yes." I respond before walking up to the table and sitting down at the end of it, the maids set it up and food is then brought. We then eat in silence. ~♡~ From that
I walk out of the shower that I really needed. When I had looked behind me and found an angry Alex, it came as both shock and a relief. I have never seen him so mad. He took Emma into his office and called her father, usually he treats her with care but in that moment it seemed he would have killed her no questions asked. That frightened me because not that I'm ever planning to do something to make him that angry but i still ask myself what would he do to me. Her father came with father in law and he tried to play the I'm your father card just let her go and forgive her but that man seems to be forgetting his son is a cruel and crazy man whose silence should not be mistaken for weakness. I heard through the vines that Alex lived and made a name for himself as mercenary when he was away. He also seemed to participate in war in the middle east. He does look scary and dangerous with his imposing height at 6'5 and the grizzly beard on his face looking more like a cave man or even
I wake up to an empty room, something I'm used to but as I look next to me, I realize Alex never came back last night and it pains me. Eventhough I'm used to it, I thought we were past it. I get ready for the day, just as I was going down the stairs my phone rings. I see it's Carlos, It has been a while since we last spoke. "Hey, how are you?" I answer the call. "Selene, I've got news." he states. I pause at the landing as he continues to tell me of news he over heard his dad discuss with his Grandpa, it both came as a shock and a predictable event. I had my breakfast whilst checking the latest news, I see the headline that stated father in law had given up his shares and rights to Alex, a small win. I decided to spend my day with Grandma, so I had my driver take me there. On the way there, our car was stopped by a black van. Armored men came out and towards my car. I found this suspicious and tried calling Alex whilst the driver reached out to the police too. He left his
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,
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
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
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
Just as I walked into the living room, I found grandma having tea. "Oh, Alex. What do I owe to the visit?" She asked. I've sat down opposite her and just stare at her as I try to calm my beating heart. Now that I think about it, it was strange how close the two seemed but as I look at her she doesn't seem like she's lost any sleep with Selenes disappearance. "Where is she?" I ask. "Who? " She asks disinterestedly. "Selene." I say and watch as she pauses before going on like nothings wrong. She thought I wouldn't notice but I can tell her hands tremble a bit as she lifts her cup and the little breaths she makes as she tries to avoid my eyes. "How's the investigation going?" She asks me as a way to derail my questioning like such would work on me. "Grandma, where is she?" I insist. She finally gives up on pretending and lowers her cup to the table. She presses a botton on the table and women walk in. Unexpectedly one of them rushes towards me and next thing I know some substanc
I open my eyes to find myself on a bed. I can tell this is a private jet. I get out ofbed and go to use the bathroom. I get some of my clothes from the suitcase that was at my bed side. I walk out the room and find myself in the lounge. The Hostess gives me a smile as I walk up to an empty seat, they are all looking at me and we all. "The jobs finally complete." Ifeoma says. She's this beautiful dark skin african. Her hair is a nice kinky black, her skin like melted dark chocolate, her lips like a dark pink and her eyes are her most defining feature. The people of her village are known for their distinct blue eyes. "But before we celebrate, I need to check you up." She says as she stands up and directs me to another room where a mini clinic has been set up. She checks my vitals and did an ultrasound on my belly. "Everything's great," she said and I responded with a thank you. When I suspected I was pregnant, I told her and she pretended to be a doctor at the hospital I went to
So far the party has gone on with no major problems. Everyone seems to be having fun and respecting themselves. Alex looks amazing, it seems he got a haircut and had his beard trimmed. I can't help but look at him. As much as this day is about Alex and I, I can't help but notice his family is making it seem like that girl from Thompson party is the wife. i can tell it confusing the guests and honestly, I'm not going to do anything about it. Moreover, it seems I won't have to do anything because the look on both Grandma and Alex's face is enough to know things are about to go down. I don't like confrontations or fights so I separated myself from all of it and went to join Carlos outside. He was having a smoke. We talked about everything concerning what's happening inside, before we could continue, we heard someone clear their throat. It's the same girl from inside. "Hey. My name is Kimberly, could I have a word with you." She stated as she looked me up and down. The fact
My eyes are heavy but I still force them to open. I try to get up from the bed but I notice a weight on me, I then realize that it's Alex's hand. He grumbles and then pulls me closer to his bare chest. That's when I realized what position we were in and I remembered what happened last night. How Alex cane after me like an unrelinquishing force. He never gave me a chance to escape and some weird part of me was glad. I'm still in shock of what happened and the more I think about it, the more conflicted I get. As I can't help but feel confused on what's the best path between us now. It's either we'll act like it never happened and go on about our lives treating it like a beautiful mistake or we'll draw closer to one another and just treat it as one of those achievements that make us as a couple stronger. I honestly hope it's the second one because I don't see myself ever giving myself to another man like I have to him. I try and shift my body to get properly in sync with his
I'm not trying to be jealous or a psycho wife who reads wrong on every interaction a woman has with my husband or anything but that girl seated next to him seems a little fishy.I've tried to ignore her presence like Alex is doing but the smug smiles that seem to be trying to tell me something from these few relatives of the Thompson family tells me my hunch is right.I've also noticed the looks of disdain Alex's parents are throwing me, like I wanted to be here in the first place.We haven't had much interactions since when I was in the hospital. I had a conversation with Grandma and Mrs. Smith earlier about Alex and I, they did warn me that he's parents and the Thompsons might not give up easily. I'm assuming the girl next to him is the new Emma. Though this one seems more refined.They also said I need to cement my place as his wife by...."What's wrong?" Alex asks me. I give him a questioning look and he goes on to point out that my face is red. This goes on to embarrass me even m