“Ugh! My head aches so bad. Leo! Leo!” Jeremy called out, gripping his head and groaning.
“Yes, sir,” Leah rushed in as if she had been waiting to be summoned. She barely had enough sleep the previous night, wondering if Jeremy had found her out or not. She was uneasy. Jeremy just looked at her and mumbled, “lousy man.” “Make me some lime juice, for my headache. I'm having a hangover from last night.” “What? Last night?” She asked even though she had heard him clearly. She was terrified. She had been careless last night and she could've sworn that he heard her. Oh God! She prayed silently in her heart. “Are you deaf? You better hurry!” “Yes, sir!” She hurried out and came back with a glass of the lime juice. “Sir, I have arranged the clothes you'll wear. Will you have breakfast downstairs or should I bring it here?” Leah asked. “You aren't my babysitter, are you? I'll let you know when I need something. Get lost!” He snapped at her. Leah couldn't understand why he was so difficult to please. Maggie explained to her that she was the fifth person to work with her in two months. All the other male caregivers left because of his attitude. She explained that her boss hadn't always been so. It used to be so easy to work with him until the accident happened, and his fiancee who used to live with them, left. He had become miserable afterward. “Oh my…that's really sad. I can totally understand why he's frustrated.” “Frustrated, you say?” A harsh voice interrupted from behind. Both Maggie and Leah turned to see Jeremy wheeling his wheelchair closer. They froze. “I was waiting for my food upstairs and it was taking forever and…” he didn't finish before Leah interrupted him. “But sir, you said…” he cut her short abruptly. “Tell me what you know about frustration,” he commanded. His eyes blazing with anger. “Sir, … well, my dad passed away two years ago. Everything he ever owned got usurped by someone who is now very powerful. I am saddled with the responsibility of caring for my mom and my siblings, and I have to work here…that's quite frustrating, if you ask me, sir.” “You must be a weak man. How could someone have just taken everything your father ever worked for while you are still alive? Pathetic!” Jeremy clapped back, looking sternly at her and Maggie. “I will go back upstairs and wait for my food. If I'm not served on time, you're gone. I hate working with lazy and weak men.” Jeremy said as he wheeled his chair back. His staff thought he was frustrated and that made him more frustrated. Perhaps he had to be strict with them. And Maggie…Maggie too was talking behind his back? He felt hurt. In no time, Leah brought the meal to his room and served him. She stayed until he finished eating. “Sir, I'm really sorry. I'm sorry, sir, for everything you've been through. I'm sorry for…” “Get lost!” Jeremy barked. And as Leah rushed out terrified, he called her back in. “You must know your place around here.” Jeremy warmed. “Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.” Leah was in her room resting at night when her phone rang. Her ex boyfriend was calling. She had gotten over him and his betrayal. She was happy again. She didn't want to remember the pain he had caused her. How he made her feel less of a woman and how he slept with everything in a skirt. She rejected his call, blocked his line and called Noah. “Hello, Leo,” Noah teased. “Yes, buddy,” Leah replied in her deep “Leo” voice, and they both laughed. She inquired about her mom and siblings, and appreciated Noah for being a good friend and for looking after her family in her absence. She promised to cook his favorite meal when she came around on her weekend leave. Noah had been her best friend since childhood. He was a really great guy. Her mother loved him like her own son. She considered him a brother but Noah liked her more than that. He was really hoping a time would come he would be able to express his feelings for Leah and hoped it wouldn't affect their friendship. Jeremy Harper, who had suddenly become a loner, was sulking in his room. He looked at pictures of his ex-fiancee who had left him for his best friend. He groaned in pain and smashed the frame. He took other pictures of her, and pictures of the both of them and tore them to pieces. Most of his nights had been like that. He thought about how he had lost everything. He legs and his woman. And to whom? His best friend, Conrad. “That bastard. Bastard!” He cursed. Jeremy grabbed a bottle of liquor but stopped himself. “Get it together, Jeremy. Wake up!” he scolded himself, smashing the bottle instead. The landline rang. He picked up and heard an aged woman say, “Hello, Leah,” “Leah?” He questioned. “Sorry. I meant Leo. I'm his mother. I've been trying to reach him but haven't been able to.” Leah's mother corrected herself immediately. “Oh. Hello, Ma'am. He'll call you back shortly.” He tried to get a hold of Leah but it seemed like her line was busy. He took it upon himself to go to Leah's room and get her to call her mom. He wheeled his chair there, and just before he knocked on the door, he heard a feminine voice from inside. He knocked aggressively and Leah opened, he asked, “are you with a lady in there?” “A woman? No, sir. It’s just me,” Leah replied in her deep “Leo” voice. Jeremy raised an eyebrow. Realizing what was going on, she quickly tried to defend herself, “I was only imitating my girlfriend, so I attempted to sound feminine. I must have really done it well.” “Your mother called. She has been trying to get a hold of you. Call her,” Jeremy commanded and wheeled his chair back to his room. As he left, Jeremy couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. He was certain he hadn’t been drinking that night.Jeremy seemed to be watching Leah closely after the previous night and Leah could feel it. She became extremely careful. She had told herself that whether she was alone or not, as long as she was in the mansion, she was “Leo.”She did her work swiftly and avoided him like a plague. She couldn't risk getting caught. Her life depended on retaining that job and getting her monthly salary.Thankfully, a month flew by, and payday arrived.She received her salary and got a bonus too. Her boss wasn't so bad, after all.Her once-a-month weekend leave had arrived, and she was eager to go home and be herself again.“Mama, how have you been?” She greeted her mother, kissing her cheeks.Her siblings, Keira and Ivan, welcomed her warmly, arguing over who would carry the groceries she brought. Their playful bickering made Leah and their mother laugh.Leah cooked Noah's favorite dish, porridge, and invited him over. “Noah, I appreciate all that you do for me. You're more like a brother to me than a
Jeremy looked dashing in his navy-blue suit, polished shoes, gold wristwatch, and the faint scent of designer cologne. Stepping out in style, he was driven to the office, where his arrival created a buzz akin to a presidential visit. As the company’s president, his presence commanded respect. Everyone welcomed him with warm smiles. He shook hands with a few colleagues, and wheeled his chair to his office. It felt good to be back. Everything was in place. His secretary walked in to brief him on the things that had been going prior to his resumption. She expressed how happy she was that he survived the accident, and said that she was optimistic that he would walk again. He cut her short. He didn't like talking about the possibility of walking again. Having high hopes and expectations cut short wasn't something he was ready for. Jeremy, however, quickly changed the subject. He wasn’t ready to entertain false hope. Thanking her for holding the fort, he instructed her to prepare the
Jeremy made arrangements for Leah to go shopping and get classy dresses befitting of her new status as his wife.It was all mixed feelings for Leah. She was anxious and excited. This was a good offer. At the end of the six month contract, she'd have saved enough to change her family's story for good. She hadn't even told anyone about the new development. She would surely tell her mom and her best buddy, Noah.The car pulled up to a luxurious spa, where Leah was treated to a full-body massage, facial treatments, and even a manicure. Afterward, the driver drove them to a high-end beauty salon where her hair was styled into soft waves that cascaded down her back. By the time they reached the boutique, Leah barely recognized herself in the mirror.She tried on several dresses, each more elegant than the last. Jeremy, seated in his wheelchair, watched silently, his eyes narrowing with every outfit she modeled. His gaze wasn't one of criticism but of astonishment. Leah, in all her understa
“Leah?” Jeremy called out softly. Leah swallowed hard. He had said ‘no strings attached,’ so what did he want? She wasn't a cheap girl and he had to know that. Jeremy wheeled his chair closer to her instead. “Leah, look at me. Come close.” Leah froze, her heart hammering in her chest. She bent to face him, feeling vulnerable and helpless. She breathed heavily and Jeremy could hear her heart beat faster. He raked his fingers through her hair and Leah closed her eyes, motioned to receive a kiss, as Jeremy's move hinted at her. “Are you trying to seduce me?” Jeremy’s question broke the spell, his voice low but teasing. Leah quickly opened her eyes, her cheeks flushing with heat. “Seduce you? Excuse me?” she retorted, her tone defensive. “I’m not trying to do anything of the sort!” Jeremy curled his lips. “Then, the incident at the boutique…and right now, you're wearing a transparent robe in my room. What are you up to?” “Oh, God. It's not what you think at all. Why would I
Jeremy had missed several therapy sessions. He felt they were useless. He had in fact given up hope of ever walking again. That accident broke him. It changed the whole existence of his being. There was no such thing as unconditional love. If there was, Sarah would have stuck with him and supported him.Sarah’s departure had left a wound deeper than the physical scars on his body. It was the kind of hurt that ate away at his soul.He was hurt. He had no one. Only Maggie had stayed with him, yet, for some reason, he resented her.He cared about her. He didn't want her to be homeless or anything of that sort, but he didn't appreciate her trying to act like a mother to him.He had no one, and that was fine. He was fearless and feared. He had built a fortress around himself, a wall too high and too thick for anyone to climb. He commanded authority. He was alone now, but not lonely. He liked it like that.That morning, he had an appointment with his orthopedic doctor, but it didn’t matter
After Big Margaret and Conrad had left, an oppressive silence descended upon the room. The air was thick with tension, “Leah,” Jeremy said quietly, “what’s going on?” Leah hesitated, her lips trembling as if she wanted to speak but couldn’t. Finally, she turned to him, her eyes filled with a quiet desperation, and shimmered with tears that refused to fall. “I’ll explain everything,” she said softly. “But not here.” The drive back to the mansion was long and quiet. Leah had acted really brave but Jeremy could still sense the fear that Big Margaret's presence had on her. “So, Big Margaret is your aunt? How? I don't understand anything,” Jeremy broke the silence. He was too curious to just wait till they got home. Leah began to shiver as she burst into tears. “She took everything my father ever worked for after he passed away and allowed us to suffer in abject poverty.” Jeremy handed her a handkerchief to wipe her face as he tried to console her. He put her head against his
Leah kept acting weird the next couple of days. she looked at Jeremy with softer eyes, as though seeing a man beyond the scars and bitterness; a kind, fine man. She served his meals specially. She ensured he took his medications and went for his therapy sessions. She cared for him, and he let her.Maggie, who had been observing Leah keenly, decided to bring it up. The opportunity came on a bright Friday morning while Leah was in the kitchen, humming softly as she made coffee. Maggie stepped in, leaned against the counter, and crossed her arms, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.“You care so much for him, huh?” Maggie said, her voice teasing.Leah squeezed her forehead, wondering where Maggie was heading to.“Don't we all care for him? He's been through so much,” Leah replied casually.“Mmm. We all do. But you care for him specially, don't you?” Maggie insisted.“Well…I'm his caregiver, I mean. If I don't care for him, who will?” Leah said, leaving a wry smile as she poured a cup of co
“I'll go with you to get groceries today,” Jeremy told Leah.She was ecstatic. Jeremy had loosened himself and let her have some kind of control. In the past few days, Leah had accompanied Jeremy to the barbing salon, shopping malls, office and had ensured he took his therapy sessions seriously. She made him delicious meals and deserts. They had late night conversations; although not too deep, and mostly about their plans, Leah liked it. She felt herself drawing closer to him with each passing day, and sometimes, she caught herself fantasizing about being Jeremy’s lover for real. But such thoughts felt like wishful thinking. Jeremy was complicated, guarded, and weighed down by the shadows of his past. Leah believed her role in his life was more pragmatic than romantic. There had to be a reason fate brought their paths together; a purpose that went beyond fleeting attraction.Perhaps she was meant to help him stand on his own feet again, both literally and figuratively. Maybe her pr
Elizabeth lay on her back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, her mind racing with thoughts she couldn't seem to silence.The things Monica said taunted her. There was this urge to call her mom and confront her, but she restrained herself.Her mind was so far that she didn't even notice her mom had come back and even entered her room.“My baby,” Mrs. Callahan called softly but Elizabeth was lost in thought.Mrs. Callahan sat on the edge of the bed and tapped her.“Lizzy dear, are you okay?” She asked, noticing Elizabeth had been lost in thought. She had never seen Elizabeth this absent-minded before.Elizabeth scoffed, finally blinking as if waking up from a trance. “Your baby?” she said, as if just hearing it. “Am I really your baby?” she asked, slowly sitting up and watching Mrs. Callahan closely.Mrs. Callahan became uncomfortable. Her facial expression gave her away. “What are you saying, Lizzy?”I knew it. Since the day Maggie and the doctor came here, I've been suspecting som
Leah had barely gotten enough sleep the previous night, but there was no time to dwell on that now. She needed answers. She needed to find out the truth, and she couldn't wait to get to the office.“My dear, where are you going so early?” Mama asked Leah.Leah turned and sighed softly. “Ma, I need to rush to the office. It's an emergency,” Leah explained as she wore her wristwatch.Mama who had been watching her sprang up at the mention of the word ‘emergency.’“Emergency? What emergency is that?” Mama inquired.Leah looked at her mother and shook her head. It was typical of her to react that way. Always quick to panic.“I don't want you to get worked up. I haven't been to the office for so long and I believe there are things that require my attention,” Leah said, trying to make her mother calm.Mama studied her daughter for a moment before nodding slowly. “Yeah, right. Even though Monica has been handling everything well, you should still go. I wanted to suggest it earlier but I just
Elizabeth rose up from Jeremy’s seat swiftly the moment she saw him, looking shocked. “It's not what you think, sir,” she tried to explain. There was urgency in her voice, but it wasn’t fear. It was the desperate need to explain. But Jeremy didn't even look upset. He looked concerned instead, his brows slightly furrowed.“You should be in the hospital, Elizabeth,” Leah said, her voice a mixture of worry and curiosity. She had barely finished speaking before Jeremy followed up with a question of his own.“I didn't even know you'd been discharged. Does Maggie know? She'll be so worried,” Jeremy said, expressing his concern for his mother.“Maggie, huh? Why's that?” Elizabeth asked, stepping forward, eyeing both Leah and Jeremy.Leah and Jeremy looked at each other but said nothing, an unspoken understanding passing between them.Elizabeth scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. “I knew it. I knew something was up. Everyone’s been acting strange around me—too nice, too careful.”Jeremy
Leah and Jeremy were curled up on the couch, watching a TV series Leah loved— one she had introduced Jeremy to, though he had only grown interested because it made her happy.Jeremy's living room was dimly lit, the television screen casting a soft glow on the walls. The air was warm and cozy, carrying the faint scent of Leah’s lavender shampoo. Leah was lying on his lap, resting her head comfortably on his thigh, as he ran his fingers through her hair absentmindedly.The TV series they were seeing showed a dramatic scene, one that resonated a little too closely with Jeremy’s own life. Leah, ever perceptive, immediately picked up on it.“So Elizabeth is your sister, huh?” she asked, her voice filled with curiosity. “How does it feel knowing this—that you aren't an only child, after all?”Jeremy let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head before correcting her. “Half-sister.” His voice was neutral, but Leah didn’t miss the underlying weight in his tone.“You still didn’t answer my question
When Elizabeth woke up, her eyes met a host of people in the ward she'd be admitted in. She blinked, her gaze adjusting to the fluorescent lights above. As her vision cleared, she saw them—her mother, Mrs. Callahan, sitting at the far end of the room with red-rimmed eyes; Jeremy and Leah standing close to each other, their hands clasped as though bracing for something painful; Maggie seated with her hands folded tightly on her lap, her eyes darting between her and Dr. Alfred; and Noah, right by her side, his face clouded with concern.She struggled to get up, but Noah rushed to her, to assist her.“No, Lizzy. Take it easy,” his familiar voice reached her, soothing and steady.She groaned, holding her head. And then she asked, “ what happened. Why are y'all here?”Alfred and Maggie looked at each other. Jeremy, who was standing beside Leah, held Leah's shoulders. Mrs. Callahan was in tears.The sight of all them looking heartbroken like that only meant one thing – that they knew.Stil
Maggie and Alfred had decided to visit the Callahan's and have a conversation with them and today was the day. They stood before the Callahan residence, exchanging one last glance before Alfred lifted his hand and knocked firmly. The house exuded wealth and prestige, but Maggie wasn’t awed by its beauty—she was preoccupied with what lay ahead.A woman opened the door. It must be Mrs. Callahan. She was a vision of grace and warmth. Her bright smile was disarming, an obvious contrast to the weight of the conversation Maggie and Alfred had come to have."Good afternoon," Mrs. Callahan greeted them, her voice smooth and welcoming. "How may I help you?"Maggie hesitated for a second before Alfred spoke. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Callahan. I’m Dr. Alfred, and this is my companion, Maggie. We were hoping to speak with you and your husband."“Oh, my husband is away on a business trip,” she said with a soft chuckle, stepping aside to let them in. “But rest assured, you can discuss any business ma
Jeremy was taking Leah to the hospital for her appointment and asked Jackson to drive them.He had been driving himself for sometime now, relieving Jackson of the stress. But he didn't feel like driving on this day.Jackson drove, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel as soft music played through the car’s speakers. Jeremy sat beside him, but his attention was on Leah, who was in the back seat, staring out of the window.The smooth melody of “Piano Man” by Brandy filled the car. Leah’s expression shifted almost instantly. Her brows furrowed slightly, then relaxed. Her lips parted, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn’t. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the seat, listening.Jeremy noticed.He turned his body slightly to look at her. “Leah?”She didn’t answer. She was lost in thought, lost in the melody that felt eerily familiar. A memory surfaced— She remembered Jackson playing this same song the first time she had requested it in Jeremy’s car.The realization
Alfred couldn't believe what he'd learned - that his mother was cold, to the extent of selling a baby, his baby… her grandchild.It hurt him. He hoped he could find his daughter with his aunt's help.She had asked him to come with her, but she didn't say where. His hands trembled as he gripped the steering wheel. Aunt Favy sat beside him, her face set in a deep frown.“She was sold?” Alfred’s voice was hoarse, disbelief thick in his tone.Aunt Favy nodded solemnly. “Your mother was… determined. She didn’t just want Maggie gone; she wanted to erase any trace of that child.”Alfred’s chest tightened. “Why didn’t you stop her?”Favy sighed. “Do you think I didn’t try? I fought with her. I begged. But she had already made up her mind. And by the time I found out, it was too late. The baby was already gone.”Alfred clenched his jaw. He had always known his mother was controlling, but this? This was monstrous.“So, where are we going now?” he asked, his voice sharp. “Where did she take the
Jeremy sat in his car, gripping the sealed DNA envelope. His heart pounded against his ribs. He had picked up the result, thanked the doctor, and walked out of the hospital as if everything was fine. But everything was not fine.“What if Leah is actually my sister?” he thought.The thought alone made him feel sick. He had imagined a future with her, had felt something deep, something real. And if the result confirmed his worst fear… what then?His fingers tightened around the envelope, but he couldn’t bring himself to open it. He took a sharp breath and exhaled slowly.Instead of heading home, he turned the ignition and drove straight to Doctor Alfred’s office.Dr. Alfred was behind his desk when Jeremy walked in unannounced. Alfred’s face brightened in greeting, but before he could say a word—“You’re a coward,” Jeremy said, his voice sharp.Alfred frowned. “Excuse me?”Jeremy shut the door behind him, stepping further into the office. “You heard me. How could you?”Alfred’s brows dr