The doctor cleared me for discharge that same day but Russell didn’t seem to agree with the doctor’s decision. Apparently, he seemed to think that he knew more than the professional when it came to matters of health.‘”Are you sure she doesn’t need to spend at least a night? She clearly needs to rest some more and if it’s about the money, you know I have that all under control.”“Well, I suppose she could spend the night if you want.” the doctor replied. “It would be helpful, but its not essential. You just need to make sure that she is constantly hydrated and well rested, and everything should be back to normal.”“What? I can’t do that.” I argued stubbornly. “I need to go to work tomorrow. I can’t spend the night here. I have to go home.”“If you think I’m going to let you go to work tomorrow after everything you’ve been through today, then maybe you need to be admitted for a couple more days.”“But I…”“No buts Lisa.” Russell stated firmly.”Rest well today and tomorrow, and maybe th
Russell's pov. "What do you mean the date of the shareholder's meeting has been moved up by three weeks?" "It means exactly that son" My dad replied on the phone, sounding totally calm and unaffected by this new development even though that was the exact opposite ofbeverything i was feeling. "But that doesn't make any sense? I argued. "What's the rush?" "The chairman of the board just got booked for a kidney transplant earlier than ecpected so he has to travel to be with his family in order to prepare for his surgery." "But that's not fair." I lamented. Two months were barely enough for me to get married and now i barely even had one? "Why can't the meeting be postponed until after his surgery. I can be acting CEO until he returns." I suggested selfishly, knowing fully well that i would be left with more time to go wife hunting. "It's already been decided son. We all took votes and this was the outcome, which means that there is nothing you, me or anyone can do about it. So i
Russell's pov. I sat in my office, staring at my phone for a good thirty minutes while trying to compose the perfect text to send to Elisa, and everytime i came up with something, i somehow managed to find it unworthy and promptly deleted it. After that day when i rushed her to the hospital, i had ensured that she saved my number on her phone, and even though she was still adamant about not giving me a call, i had to make sure that she would at least pick up when i called since apparently, she wasn't in the habit of taking calls from unknown numbers. My plan was simple. invite her to my office, tell her about my proposal, give her the contract and make her sign it. The only problem was that the more i thoght about my plan, the more unreasonable it sounded. First of all, there was no way i could simply summon her to my office without raising questioning eyebrows, and that was exactly the kind of attention that she didn't need, not if she wanted to remain valued and relevant at h
“Elisa, prepare the financial statement for this company.”“Elisa, analyze and interpret these financial records.”“Elisa, track the cash flow and accounts of so and so companies.”“Elisa, ensure that these financial statements are being recorded properly.”“Elisa, Elisa, Elisa…”Ever since I resumed work fully under the dreaded Ms. Jenny, I had completed more tasks than I had managed to complete during my entire year of internship.At first, it was just a suspicion or more like a hunch really, but after being worked like a camel for one week straight, I was certain without any reasonable doubt that my boss hated me.I mean, I knew that she had it out for me from the very first time she laid eyes on me, she hadn’t been very subtle about that fact, but I didn’t think she loathed me this much. I was the only one to whom she allocated the toughest tasks, I was the only one who she made to work extra hours, and I was the only one she made to come in even on the weekends.It was as if she
My mother was a very perceptive woman. She had a way of telling if something was wrong even from a thousand miles away and it was often always hard to lie to her. It’s like she had an inbuilt detector or something. I knew this, and so did all my other siblings, and that was why I hadn’t spoken to her for more than thirty seconds ever since I found out I was pregnant.I always found a way to end the call early claiming either that my phone had died or that I was busy with something or basically any excuse I could find. The only reason why i had even told her that i had gotten a job was because if I hadn’t she was going to tell me to come back home, and i would have no choice than to do it. After all, i was done with college and had no other reason to remain here.I know that she would have preferred it if i returned home to help her and dad with the ministry, but I already told her that that was not what I wanted to do with the rest of my life, and I hadn’t changed my mind.Today howeve
The fear of flights.Statistics show that the fear of flights is probably one of the most common phobias that humans have.Okay, I don’t know if any statistics show that, but what I do know is that I wouldn’t doubt it for a second if I found out that it was true, because I hated flying just as much as I thought every normal person should. I mean, how can you put me in a cylindrical container, suspended several thousand feet above the ground and expect me to act as everything was normal. Deep down, I believed that every one who flew planes was low key afraid but they were either too dumb, or too proud to show it. As for me, I was neither, and apologetically so.“You’re shaking.” Russell commented from beside me, placing his massive hands over mine reassuringly.“I’m not.” I lied, and he simply laughed at my denial.The plane had taken off from Russell’s private port a few minutes ago, and I wonder why I thought that simply because the plane was privately owned, it would be less scary
I could tell that Russell was pleasantly shocked at my sudden change of heart, but i could also tell that he was not willing to question it. If anything, he was rather relieved, because not only had he almost lost his position because of my stubborness, he had also almost lost it to somone who would tear the company down and ruin it to nothing without even batting an eye, and that was even worse. I felt a little bad that i had put him through so much shit only to come around and accept the very offer which i had been acting so stubborn about. Still, after considering all the variables, this was the only solution i had. I knew Timothy from church. I mean how could i not? My mum had been trying to set us up for years and i had shut down her attempts every single time. Now don't get me wrong, he wasn't a bad person, he was simply too much like my parents for me to consider him a life partner. They shared the same views and opinions about the world and that was probably why they want
I awoke with a start,i was momentarily startled by the awareness that a presence other than mine was in the same bed as me. His long muscular arms were draped heavily against my middle as he slept, and as i listened to the soft inhale and exhale of his breathing, i realized he was sleeping so peacefully, i didn't want to disturb him with any sudden movement.It didn't help though that i really, really wanted to pee so i kept squurming, trying to get comfortable until i just couldn't take it anymore.I shifted as carefully as i could in a bid to get out of bed without waking him but that turned out to be a very bad idea because not only did i end up waking him from his peaceful slumber, i also ended up face to face with his muscular, naked torso, and there he was wordlessly staring down at me with sleepy, hooded eyes.I had never been so embarassed in all ny life, except for that time back at the office, but even that time felt so long ago and right now, I simply wished the ground wo
Detective Jameson's eyes narrowed as he watched Charlie being handcuffed and led away. The confession had come unexpectedly, but the motive was all too familiar. "Revenge," he muttered to his partner. "The oldest motive in the book." Rodriguez, Jameson's partner shook her head. "Family dynamics can be toxic. Brothers, especially." As Charlie was taken into custody, Elisa finally felt a sense of closure. Her daughter, Emily, was safe, and the kidnapper had been caught. But the truth was harder to swallow. Charlie, her husband's brother abd the man whom she had once thought of soending her life with had orchestrated the kidnapping. "It was all about revenge," Charlie spat during the interrogation. " He took everything from me – our parents' attention, the family business... He left me with nothing." Jameson's expression remained stoic. "And you thought kidnapping an innocent child would even the score?" Charlie's eyes flashed with anger. "You don't understand. Russellalways got e
“What are you doing here?” He asked, composing himself and trying to pretend like he wasn’t affected by my presence but I could see through his charade. He wa spanicking a lot and although he thought that his hideout had been pretty secure, here i was standing right there in the flesh. Still, he couldn't show his fears or he was going to appear guilty.“What do you mean?” I came to see you.” I replied, pretending to play his game.“Cut the crap Russ. What are you doing here and how the fuck did you find me?”“What can i say? I was just passing by. i mean i was in the neighborhood and thought I’d stop by to say hello to my only brother.”At my words, he huffed and went over to his bedside to put on his shirt, and boxers on pretending to ignore me."Are you going to stand there and watch me get dressed?" He asked probably in a bid to get rid of me."Its nothing i've not seen before so you can relax."Charlie sighed in frustration at my adamancy.“Well, you’ve said hello now so you can
I had faced a lot of challenges in my life. I mean, that was avoidable considering what i had achieved. No great achievement came without challenges and I was proud to say that I was fairly successful myself. I also prided myself in the knowledge that I was a troubleshooter and a problem solver. I always had an idea on how to get out of complicated situations, and if i couldn't get an answer right away, all i had to do was sleep over it and come morning, I'd have a solution on my hand.But two days had passed and I was yet to discover a solution to my most prominent life problem. My daughter was missing and I had no idea where she was or where to look. With every passing day, I felt as though the very world in which I live d was crumbling in on me and I simply felt suffocated and helpless. The police had no leads and the one sure lead I had; they were not giving me the go ahead to look into. They weren’t looking into it themselves either or at least they weren’t look into it fast eno
“But according to Miss. Jones’ statement,” The judge continued. “It appears that she told you that she was pregnant but you refused to acknowledge it and rather accused her of lying.”“That’s true your honor.” Charlie agreed. “But in my defense, the first time she told me about her pregnancy, she called me through my brother’s phone. Now prior to the time, she and my brother Russell had never met before. In fact, I had never even told her that I had a brother, so it didn’t make sense to me that she was calling me from his phone. I took it as it was a prank planned by my brother seeing as my brother and I often play such pranks on each other.”Wow, Charlie was really going in for the kill with his calculated lies and fabricated lines. I never knew he had it in him, but then again, he had enough money to hire the best lawyers to give him legal advice. But unfortunately for him, our lawyers were just as good, maybe even better, and that is why he was bound to lose.“You claim that you lo
As expected, the news that Charlie was suing for custody spread like wildfire. In less than 24 hours, media houses had carried the news. Social media hashtags were eating this up and even my family and friends somehow got a wind of the situation. My phone was constantly pinging with calls and texts and calls and Russell’s phone was honesty not any different. At this point, I had still not gotten around to telling my parents the real story behind how Russell and I met and the circumstances surrounding our marriage so when I received a call from them as well, my anxiety creeped in. I thought about ignoring them for a little while longer, just until I could gather my thoughts and gains dome courage, but with the issue of Emily’s paternity being debated, I knew that there was no more hiding it from them. So the very next day, I got on a flight and flew home. Russell offered to go with me and knowing how much I hated flying, I honestly wished he could accompany me. Him holding my hand duri
Elisa’s POV“…And you should have seen April’s face. She looked like someone who had swallowed a turtle shell. And Amy, she was so horrified, she couldn’t even bring herself to say hello to me. Apparently, they hadn’t been expecting me to show up as soon as I did. They thought that I’ll take at least a couple of days off, giving them enough time to recuperate and get used to the latest developments.” I said laughing. After the close of work, I decided to use my evening to give Russell a recap of my day and apparently he had some pretty satisfying stories to share as well.“I thought you said Amy was the nicer one?” He asked, fully invested in my story. “How comes she is the one who couldn’t stand to speak to you." “Honestly, she and Amy switch up on most days and I can hardly choose which of them I prefer. I think that they both have their moments.”“Hmmm.” Russell replied thoughtfully. “I Can’t even tell them apart honestly. They look exactly the same to me.”“No they do not.” I rep
Elisa’s POV\I couldn’t believe my eyes, or my eyes for that matter.I was standing in the center of our living room, staring at the massive LED screen that served as a television in our home. I was already on my way to work that morning but I was forced to stop and take a closer look because of what was showing on the screen, or rather who was showing. A gasp of surprise left my throat as I realized the scene that was playing before me. My mouth fell open without me even realizing it, and even after realizing, I couldn’t bring myself to pick it back up.On the screen, Russell was sitting in an interview segment with one of the most popular TV shows in the city while looking as fabulous as always in his signature three piece although this time, it was a dark shade of maroon red and an auburn tie. His lean legs were crossed leisurely in front of him and he sat with an air of confidence that was peculiar to him. He was the guest on the show but yet somehow, he managed to look like he ow
Russell's POV I sat still, criss legged at the tv station as I waited for everything to be sorted out. Skipping work on a day like this may seem like a bad idea to a regular onlookers, and they'd probably be right considering everything that was going on. An emergency board meeting had been scheduled in line with the new information that my beloved brother had been so kind to release to the public. Logically speaking, I was supposed to be seated with my lawyers, buried in a mountain of paperwork, trying to find loopholes in my grandfather's will that allowed my contracted marriage to Elisa. As expected, Charlie was the leader of the team seeking to bring me down and their argument was that I had not fulfilled grandfather's conditions in honesty and hence didn't deserve the position of CEO. The board was meeting today to come up with a final decision, but rather than getting ready, here I was, waiting for a TV segment interview which most might consider unimportant, while
“Are you really married to CEO Russell?”“Was it really a contract marriage?”“Are you two getting divorced soon as per the details of the contract?’’“Has he paid you the settlement money?”“Are you really asking for more money than was agreed in the initial contract?”“Did you really seduce him and trap him with a pregnancy?”“Who is the real father of your child?”“Are you a gold digger who is only with Russell for his money, and fame?”The questions were endless, all of them unkind, and for some reason they all seemed to be directed my direction and my direction alone as if I was some kind of villain in my own love story. It was all so fucking ridiculous. Like, why was I getting stabbed with all the shards of glass, like everything was my fault. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t want Russell receiving any heat, but I also didn’t feel like I deserved any either. If anything I felt like I was supposed to be comforted and consoled, especially since my only offence was falling in love with