SOPHIA “What's going on here,” the husky voice came before the door was pushed open. Even though I didn't look in the direction I heard the voice, I knew it was Damian. Why did the scumbag even show up in the first place?I felt relieved, as Melissa let go of my hair, my breath came in heavy gasps, “Damian, thank God you are here," Melissa said quickly with emotions clogged in her heart and my eyes quickly turned in the direction I heard her voice just to see Melissa sitting on the floor with her back leaned against the wall. Her eyes were brimmed with tears and worry etched on her face. She pointed a finger at me, “Damian she almost killed me," then her hand traveled to her mouth as she covered it up sniffling. “What the…” The words escaped from my mouth which I had no idea I said. I felt my eyes growing round and round in my socket and at the same time my lips parted. After a while, I sighed in frustration and immediately it dawned on me, my mouth widened. Immediately, I swall
“Damian, I swear I didn't call her names,” Sophia wailed, trying to yank her wrist from Damian’s grasp. Damian’s grasp around her wrist was tight as his strong hand engulfed Sophia’s little and feeble wrist like she was a kid.“She is evil," she burst out, tears shimmering down her cheeks. Sophia was trying to yank her wrist from Damian's grasp since Damian grabbed her by the wrist curtly, pulling her along the lobby. Some of the people they came across in the hospital stared astoundedly at them while some shrugged and averted their faces, minding their business.Since she was trying to free herself from Damian's grasp, her wrist ached and she had no option but to stop struggling and follow wherever Damian was taking her, else, he was going to pull out her hand. Now they were at home. Damian halted the car, he got down furiously and slammed the car door, jolting to the side where Sophia was and he pulled the door open curtly, yanking her elbow, “Out!" He pulled Sophia down swiftly.
Sitting in the back of the Rolls Royce, Mark locked his gaze on his phone screen, different thoughts flying around his mind. “Why is she not replying to my messages? I haven't heard from her since the day I gave her the proof of all the things that Melissa, an evil wench has been doing," a voice in his head uttered. He heaved a deep sigh, “Let me call her number again," he muttered to himself. He made a few touches on the screen of his phone, worry etched on his face. Mark’s hand traveled slowly to his ear as he placed the phone at his ear. He heaved a deep sigh again, his gaze staring blankly at nothing, hoping Sophia’s contact would just connect. “The subscriber you dialed is switched off. Thank you," the mellifluous voice from his cell phone came. Mark clenched his jaw, his grasp around the phone tightened. His facial expression abruptly became aloof as he glared particularly at nothing. “That wasn't what I wanted to hear!” he growled.“Damian," he growled, bringing his hand do
In the ward Melissa was admitted, Damian sat beside her on the bed, his hand brushing Melissa's hair gently as he stared passionately at her, “Hope you feel better today?" He asked calmly. Melissa nodded silently with her lips compressed together, her gaze locked passionately with Damian, “Thank God you came on time that day or she would have killed me,” she muttered." Don't worry about that okay,” Damian bent slightly and he kissed her hair briefly, "You don't have to worry about her. Just get better and we can be home again,” he said gently. Melissa smiled sheepishly. She snuggled closer as she wrapped her hands around Damian’s body into a warm hug. Damian hugged her back, engulfing his left hand at her back, and his right hand dug into Melissa’s hair. He made her place her head on his chest as they remained in that position, Melissa smiling uncontrollably with her face hidden in Damian’s chest.After a while Damian pulled away and Melissa's brow creased with a frown as she star
The room was filled with awkward silence. Damian stood rooted in his tracks, his fists clenched by his sides, “How dare you touch my wife," he growled, clenching his jaw. He pointed a stiff finger at them but at Mark in particular, “If I had delayed any longer, I would have seen you smacking her arse.”“Damian!!!" Sophia screamed immediately when she heard Damian’s last words. “Watch your mouth," she uttered, her face tightened and her fist clenched, her whole body trembling. Her heart danced with pain and a mix of wrenching hatred for Damian. Her heart pain at each passing moment like a two-edged sharpened sword was pierced into her heart. Damian gave a sharp inhale simultaneously ruffling his hair briefly, “I should watch my mouth you say," his eyes widened and blazed with anger the most. his finger pointed back at his chest. He stared at Sophia for a moment and abruptly he found himself chuckling, "You are making me laugh,” the laughter came to an abrupt halt and immediately, h
“NOOOOOOO!!!” Sophia screamed, her mouth widened and her voice echoed in the room. Mark froze with his fist in the air. His fist was not up to an inch away from Damian’s nose bridge as he was about to hit him again. Damian shut his eyes very tight. He was just waiting for Mark’s fist to jab at his face. But when he waited and the blow never came, he opened his eyes widened. He blew a large amount of air through his mouth, his eyes pale. “I don't want any of that just because of me," Sophia muttered, chest heaved and her breath kept coming in heavy gasps, “I don't want this," she muttered again.Damian’s face abruptly tightened with pain evident in his green eyes. He stared at Mark, clutching his tummy in his hands “Common, hit me!" He struggled to say as his tummy twisted with pain from the heavy blows. Mark shook his head slowly with disgust on his face. He tilted his head just to stare at Sophia and he noticed how frightened she was as her eyes widened and her lips parted, her b
“Please Damian don't hurt me,” she muttered holding her hands placatingly. Immediately she finished saying those words, she felt her throat tighten and immediately her eyes popped out in alarm. Damian grabbed her curtly by her neck. Her hands quickly traveled and clung onto Damina’s strong hand, pulling it off her neck but to no avail. Her breath cut in her throat since Damian's grasp around her neck was very tight. She was running short of air. Damian enjoyed watching her struggle for breath as he glared at her and his lips curved in disgust. Abruptly he let go of her neck curtly and she fell on the bed on her face, a groan torn from her lips. She slowly turned on her side as she curled, her head almost touching her knees as she coughed repeatedly. She struggled to catch her breath, her hands rubbing her neck soothingly to ease the pain in her neck. She got up slowly, her brunette hair scattered at her sight as she stared at Damian blankly with her eyes welled up with tears. With
Sophia trailed out of the room in the hospital, her breath heavy and noisy under her nostrils. She placed her hand on the wall which aided her movement through the lobby since she was exhausted after Damian took her by force. “I don't know why I have anything to do with you in the first place, you vicious woman." Damian’s heart-wrenching words repeated in her head and she froze in her tracks, she bent down exhaustively with her hands supporting herself on her knees. If Damian claimed she was that vicious and she irked him why would he have to force her to get bond with him? A thousand questions kept running through her mind. She slowly supported her hand on the wall hesitantly as she took a few steps backward, leaning her back to the wall for support. She stared into the atmosphere as her mind went blank. She felt lifeless. After a moment of standing numb, Sophia was brought back to the present as she heard footsteps approaching. Her worried gaze slowly tilted in the direction she
Mark sat in the waiting room at the hospital, dressed in black trouser pants, and a long-sleeved white crisp shirt. He placed his elbows at his knees and his hands clasped together under his chin. His face was nonchalant with a glimpse of emotions coated in his eyes. Even though he looked relaxed and calm, his heart lingered with unease because of the situation at hand. After a moment of basking in his thoughts, A tall figure trudged into the room, calling his attention. Mark lifted his gaze in that direction. The man he saw was the very person he didn't have the patience to wait for anymore. Mark sprung to his feet, his heart slightly pounding in his chest and his breathing was palpable. “How is she?" He asked with concern, his eyes widened at the doctor as he swallowed hard.The doctor smiled, tucking his hands in the pockets of his lab coat. “Gentleman, your wife is in good condition after childbirth.” Mark sighed in relief, “Ah!" “W-What about the baby?" He stuttered, his gaze
For more than a year after Sophia was happily wedded to Mark, Sophia slept on the bed. In Between her back which leaned at the headboard was a soft pillow. her big tummy pointed outward. A quilt covered her fresh and smooth legs which she had covered since last night. The early morning sun shone into the bedroom from the floor-to-ceiling windows which made the gleaming room brighter. Her face locked on her phone screen as she perused through it casually, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Her phone chimed as a message dropped in her WhatsApp. It was a message from Selena, [Ma'am it's good to see you have gained your happiness.] Sophia had been chatting with her since she woke up from bed. She had been in talks with Selena and she promised to bring her over to work in her company. Sophia replied, [ Be prepared to come over to the UK whenever I say so]Immediately she sent the message, Sophia off the phone. Her face stared nonchalantly at the screen for a while as she was d
“I-I d-didn't m-m-mean to push you. I didn't know it was you," Jimmy stuttered, his body trembling the most. The thought of losing his job scared the sh*t out of him. “Don't you know she is my woman?" Jimmy nodded at the same time he shook his head in reply, “I had no idea." Mark turned to his guard with the most scary figure which his sinew muscles explicitly showed under his suit. “Make sure he is paid his wages before the hiring and firing department looks into his matter . He nodded subserviently, "Alright Boss.” "Take him away," Mark commanded. His guards pulled Jimmy away as he never fell short of pleading and calling on Sophia and Mark to forgive him. But all his pleas and cries all fell on deaf ears. After Jimmy was taken away and the noise had died down, Mark turned to Sophia as he stared at her with passion, “It's okay," he said gently in a doting tone. He didn't bother to know what happened, all he knew was Jimmy was working in the company and he never knew his relat
A black sleek Bentley pulled in front of the towering building. Gradually, The card door opened and Sophia stepped down from the car she casually shut the door with a slight thud, her face indifferent and a smile tugging at her lips.Taking her time as she leaned at the car, she clutched her purse in her left hand and her slightly cringed face focused on the phone screen in her hand as she silently went through the content on it. The white haute couture gown with spaghetti straps fit her so perfectly revealing her cleavage as the dress pushed up her breasts. Her brown eyes flashed with a tinge of brightness accentuating her beautiful face and her aura couldn't be ignored. Sophia got a message from Mark immediately after she got out of the car. [Good morning Sophie…Sorry, I couldn't come with you to your company but I am on my way. I will be with you in a jiffy.Love ya!]The smile on Sophia’s face broadened as she grinned uncontrollably, her hand adorably placed at her chest as h
Damian lounged on the couch in his chilly sitting room. His eyes drooped and his hair was disheveled from the constant ruffling of it. He sighed in frustration then his heart continued to rise and fall as he breathed. His heavy breath filled the air.His faded eyes darted around in the spacious room languidly, his heart restless as he yawned to get the answer to the one thing that troubled his heart. He had gone to broadcasting stations, live shows, newspapers, and magazines yet none of them couldn't give him a positive result after the publication he made at the various places. Even though he was frustrated, and had been having sleepless nights all night, he never backed down in searching and sending Authur to keep on investigating and gathering information. He still went further, telling Authur to get experienced people no matter the cost just to get him positive and heart-relieving news. “I don't care how much it will cost me or how long it will take me. All I know is I am going
Damian sat in his office, his indifferent face locked on the laptop as he carefully scrolled through the screen. One thing troubled his mind. The last time he visited Sophia, he was to go on a vacation the next day. He asked her to come with him but Sophia refused. However, before that, he had offered the keys to the Cool Maybach limited edition he bought for her. He further went on to pronounce he was willing to let her be the CEO of Trilix, His company Sophia worked in as the Head of the M.O group. “Damian you are unbelievable! just because I was kind enough to give you food to eat you think I had forgiven you?" Sophia spat out” His face became pale as Sophia’s words from that day replayed in his head. He froze staring blankly at the laptop screen as the thought of her actions that day clogged his heart in heavy emotions. Since he brought up the topic thinking things would be right instead things went south and Sophia scolded him and drove him curtly from her house.‘I should h
Damian stood in front of the door, his hand grabbing his waist as he sighed in frustration, his faded gaze staring at the door. He had been standing there for more than thirty minutes since he arrived. He knocked countless times but no reply came from within. He sighed in frustration, cringing his head, ‘Could it be that she doesn't want to see me again?’ He mused. He raised his head, “I know she is in there," he muttered, his finger pointing at the door then back grabbing his waist. Authur, who stood beside him after listening to what he said after a while said, “I don't think so Boss," he uttered calmly with a lace of concern in his voice. Damian turned to Authur hastily, his face turned red, “Then where is she?" He barked, "What did she want me to do before she can soften down a bit?” Authur stood like a servant before the king as he listened to Damian’s outburst having no words to say. Indeed it was heart-wrenching when all Damian’s efforts yielded fruitless results. No matt
Damian only blinked and rolled his eyes around the room uncontrollably. He stared at her in his heaviness of heart not having the guts to utter a word since his heart was clogged with emotions and his throat tightened with a knot. “How?" Sophia screamed, this time more loudly, her voice resonating in the whole room and to more than just the room they were in. Damian only stared blankly at her in reply. The emotions and shame rained on him this time more than ever which made his knees fade away as they went weak. Sophia scrutinized his face, her brow creased as she glared at him, and her eyebrows which rigid slightly trembling. “Even after all the nonsense….” Her finger pointed stiffly at Damian, "You still have the guts to treat me like I am a prisoner under your custody like you always wanted” She barked, her fingers pointing back at her chest as her heart throbbed with pain the most.Awkward silence stealthily swope over the atmosphere as Damian’s lips were sealed. Seeing that Da
Sophia stood in front of the wide mirror, her brown eyes frowning back at her from the mirror as her sullen face from the mirror etched with emotions. frowning at herself one more time from the mirror she adjusted the round neck of the black gown she wore, the sternness of her face surging on. When she was done with applying a red lipstick on her lips she turned and strutted to the bed, her clicking stilettos on the cold tires taking over the silence atmosphere in the room. She perched on the edge of the bed, her hand grasping her purse and she flung it open, her hand tucked in it simultaneously with her gaze searching for something. The calm sound filled her ears like a wall clock ticking as someone knocked on the door. Sophia's frowning gaze starred in that direction and the intensity of her glaring gaze reached a higher climax in the blink of an eye. Her eyelids knitted together and her lips pinned together in a straight line as her heart throbbed with anger. Her heart tightened