Seeing her walk through the compound gate was like a blessing she never knew was awaiting her, suddenly, her little self loathing stunt followed the breeze and a big smile appeared right after it. She couldn’t believe her eyes. She rushed back to her living room and opened the main door to slip into the elevator to meet her long lost best friend, Elena Gilbert. As soon as the doors opened, she made a mad dash out of the elevator and ran into her friend’s arms giving her a bone crushing hug. “I can’t breathe,” Elena choked out. “Oh, am sorry I just…” she trailed off, releasing her carefully with a mighty smile on her face. “How I have missed you can’t really be put in words” she said softly. The pale skinned blonde with blue eyes and a plump lips wearing an expensive but comfortable clothes smiled at her best friend and replied,“I missed you too honey” Elena stated. After reminiscing a little about their past lifestyle, they decided to go into the apartment and have a very good con
“What the hell is all this?” He yelled angrily at his PA Carol who was standing and shaking silently. She had never seen him so riled up like this before, so what is the matter? “I gave you a simple task and even that you can’t do carefully? Then tell me what the bloody hell are you still doing in my office?” He demanded. Getting angry was really not his thing but since the day he met with Emma Newton he was not himself again. The littlest of things makes him so mad that he had already fired a few of his hard working employees already and it already seemed like he was about to fire Carol. “Am sorry sir” was all she could say to him right that moment. All she was told was that he had asked her to prepare all the files that required his signature on his desk before he arrived the next morning and unfortunately for her, he came earlier than expected that morning. But seriously, what was her fault in that? She apologized for the uptheenth time without making eye contact because she wa
She turned around slowly as if she was scared the lion at her back would just jump at her if she made a wrong move. She dropped the cloth she was about to hang on the bed and stood up carefully walking to the young lady standing at her bedroom’s threshold. The young lady, who had brunette colored hair that stopped at her mid waist with an olive skin and rather large black eyes, was already assumed by Emma that she was in her teens. Maybe 13 or 14 years old thereabout. But why does it feel like the girl already hated her guts? With the way she was glaring at Emma, you could already see the hatred dripping off her. “Hi,” Emma said curtly. This girl is giving her goosebumps already. “I asked you a question?” She replied disdainfully. “I am your new nanny,” she answered. The girl made a quick mocking chuckle and let herself in, then sat in the previous space her father sat on. “Our nanny you say?” She asked. Emma already knew that this girl is really going to be a pain in the ass not
She gulped and plastered a small smile on her face before she answered, “I um.. brought you dinner” lord! This girl is really making her lose her mind. Whenever she’s anywhere close to her, she just knows that there will be problems. She wonders why she hates her so much. “I didn’t ask you too, now leave my room. Outsiders are not permitted in here” what…? Outsiders? Is she kidding her? “Look Amelia,” she started calmly but God knows that she so wanted to smack her hard across her face. “Don’t! I don’t want to hear it, so you can just leave me the hell alone. Stop trying to be my mom” is that what she thinks she is doing right now? She was just trying to be nice to her, that's all. Why would he want to be her mom? She has no reason to. “Look Amelia I am not trying to be your mom or something I just wanted to be nice to you and that’s all. I brought dinner for you because I thought you might be a little hungry because you didn’t really have anything earlier. But if you still think
He squinted his eyes a few more times and to his disappointment, she was gone. So it was all an illusion?! He felt… disappointed? But why? Clueless. He hissed and made his way to the bathroom to take a cold shower because his body was too hot for him to have a warm shower. After his bath, he slipped into his nightie and went to his bed to have some sleep and soon enough he slept off. The next morning, as he came down for breakfast, he was greeted by Emma and Abby as they sat together with her nanny feeding her sweetly like she was her actual mother and for a moment, he wished she was. He shook his head and went to sit down and the servant dished his plate to the brim. He noticed how Abby was all smiles as she ate what Emma was feeding her then he glanced around the table and noticed that his other kids were missing. “Where are Julia and Amelia?” He asked “Oh, they are still getting ready,” she answered back. He remembered her face from the previous night and how her voice sounded
He stared at her for at least a few minutes before he finally replied to her “Who is coming over?” She thought he wasn’t going to answer her and she had already given up and was about to leave when she heard his voice.“Someone you don’t know Alex” she replied. His eyes widen at her blunt reply and he chuckled before he walked over to her towering his large frame above her. She gulped and wanted to move backward but her attempt was hindered by the annoying shelf resting majestically on the wall. Why does it have to be there for God’s sake? “I mean a friend of mine that you may not know about” she rephrased her sentence. She doesn’t want to anger him now and lose the only chance of her meeting her friend. “Where is she from miss Newton?” She asked again. Why does he want to know when he doesn’t even know her? Or maybe he was just cautious of his environment; he can't risk her bringing any journalist in here and risk his children’s safety. Well he was right to have ask that. “If yo
“Amelia?” Emma gasped. She felt so embarrassed and ashamed by her attitude. How can a little girl like herself speak to an elder like Elena. What's more wrong is that, the elder she just spoke rudely to was her best friend. “What is wrong with you?” She continued. “I didn’t remember asking for you opinion whenever I say something. And the last time I checked, you were just a miserable person lurking around and my father took pity in you and hired you as his caretaker. Don’t come into my house and boss me around that won’t work okay? Next time do well to remember that” she shot both of them a cold glare and sashayed away. Emma carefully stole a glance at her friend from her peripheral vision and noticed a shock and embarrassed feature embedded on her face. What a degrading encounter. She almost cringed. “Elena, I'm so sorry… I..” she didn’t know what to say to her. Her friend had just been insulted by a little girl and she just sat there like a seal tape had been glued to her mouth
“What?” Abby almost cried. Looking at their angry faces, Emma knew that what Abby said might have upset them more than anything else. But, why? She’s just a little girl. “Julia, Amelia?” Mrs Beena warned. Though Amelia was itching to answer Mrs Beena, she knew the woman was old enough to become her grandmother so she remained tamed. Emma was shocked that Amelia didn’t say anything to Mrs Beena, so she had someone she respected? That’s a first.Feeling the tension in the dining hall rising by each passing minute Emma finally spoke up, “Listen, tomorrow is your birthday right?” She asked Abby who suddenly became happy again. “Yes nanny Emma” she replied excitedly “Are you happy?” Mrs Beena boomed. Abby nodded her head smiling from ear to ear. Everytime she was told her birthday was coming up she tends to be overly excited about it because her friends will be coming over and she would have all kinds of pretty gifts and postcards. That was her best part though, the gifts. Alright let
The mansion was quiet. The sun had just begun to set, casting soft amber hues across the grand hall. Emma stood by the large window, watching the fading daylight play over the sprawling estate. Her thoughts were tangled, as usual, but today felt different. Alex had been unusually distant, and the moments they shared were fleeting, like wisps of smoke slipping through her fingers. Her heart raced as she turned to face him, the weight of the unspoken words hanging heavy between them. This is it, Emma, she thought, the moment you finally accept what this is. But how do you accept it when your heart betrays you at every turn? Just as her eyes locked with his, and their breaths aligned, a loud crash echoed from the front door. Emma’s eyes widened, and she turned sharply. The door swung open, revealing a figure stumbling into the mansion. Isabelle. Her clothes were torn, her hair disheveled, and her face pale. She looked like she had just walked through hell. “Alex!” Isabelle’s voice
The next morning, the Lightwood household was bustling with quiet activity as Alex rested in his room. Ethan and Abby huddled in the corner of the living room, whispering intently while Julia pretended not to care but leaned closer to catch snippets of their conversation.“We need a new plan,” Ethan said, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Daddy likes Emma, but he’s too stubborn to say it.”Abby nodded, her teddy bear perched on her lap. “Emma likes him too. She was so worried last night! They just need a little push.”Julia rolled her eyes. “Why do you two care so much? It’s not like Daddy listens to anyone.”Ethan smirked. “That’s where we come in. We’re the geniuses around here, remember?”Julia crossed her arms. “Your last plan almost got us grounded.”“And it still worked!” Abby chimed in, flashing a bright smile. “They were talking and laughing after we got caught.”Julia sighed, finally giving in. “Fine. What’s the plan this time?”Ethan grinned, leaning closer. “We’re going
Ethan and Abby regrouped in their favorite spot—the oversized beanbags in Ethan’s room—after the success of their game night. Julia leaned against the wall, arms crossed, her expression unreadable. “That went well,” Ethan said, munching on a cookie. “But they didn’t, like, do anything.” “What did you expect?” Julia shot back. “Them to fall in love over charades? This takes time.” “But we don’t have time,” Abby interjected, swinging her legs. “What if Emma leaves? Or Daddy gets too busy again?” Ethan nodded. “We need something bigger. Something… undeniable.” Julia rolled her eyes. “You’re being dramatic.” “No, he’s right!” Abby said, her voice excited. “We need a plan that makes them talk to each other, like really talk. And maybe, you know, hug or something.” Ethan snapped his fingers. “Got it! What if we pretend to fight? Like, a really big fight? Then we make them both talk to us about it, and they’ll have to work together to fix it!” Abby’s eyes widened. “But I don’t want
That evening, as the family gathered in the living room, the kids held a secret meeting in Julia’s room. Julia sat cross-legged on her bed, Ethan leaned against the dresser, and Abby was perched on the floor, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Okay,” Julia began, “Operation Juice Spill worked… sort of. But we need something bigger.” “Bigger how?” Ethan asked, crossing his arms. Abby raised her hand. “What if we make them eat dinner together—like just the two of them? Romantic dinner!” Julia rolled her eyes. “Do you even know what ‘romantic’ means?” Abby pouted. “It means they’ll like each other more!” Ethan snickered. “What are we gonna do? Light candles and play music?” Julia’s smirk returned. “Actually, that’s not a bad idea. But first, we need to make sure Daddy doesn’t bring his work to dinner like he always does.” “How?” Abby asked, bouncing slightly. “Easy,” Julia said. “We hide his laptop and phone.” Ethan groaned. “Do you know how mad he’s gonna be?” “He’ll thank
The house was unusually quiet that evening, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning. Emma was in the kitchen finishing up the dishes, her thoughts wandering between Alex’s earlier message and the children. The calm didn’t last long.A loud slam echoed from upstairs, followed by hurried footsteps. Emma dried her hands and glanced toward the staircase just as Julia appeared, pale-faced and clutching a bundle of fabric tightly against her waist.“Julia?” Emma called, concerned.Julia froze, her expression shifting between embarrassment and panic. “I-I’m fine!” she stammered, backing toward the stairs.Emma stepped forward cautiously. “You don’t look fine. Did something happen?”“No!” Julia barked defensively, her face turning crimson. She tried to bolt, but Emma’s gentle persistence stopped her in her tracks.“Julia, talk to me,” Emma said softly. “Whatever it is, I promise it’s okay.”Julia hesitated, her grip on the fabric tightening. Her lower lip quivered as she looked away, a
Emma guided Julia into the bathroom, shutting the door gently behind them. The girl looked uneasy, her usual sass replaced by vulnerability. She fiddled with the hem of her oversized t-shirt, avoiding Emma’s gaze.“I woke up and there was... blood,” Julia whispered, her cheeks flushed. “I didn’t know what to do.”Emma crouched to her level, her voice calm and reassuring. “It’s okay, Julia. This is completely normal. It just means you’re growing up.”Julia frowned, her tough exterior crumbling. “I don’t feel normal. I feel gross.”Emma smiled softly, brushing a strand of Julia’s hair from her face. “Trust me, every girl feels that way at first. But it’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s part of being a woman.”Julia hesitated, glancing at Emma uncertainly. “You’re not going to tell him, are you?”Emma raised an eyebrow. “Your dad? No, this is just between us unless you want him to know. It’s your choice.”Julia let out a small sigh of relief. “Good. I’d rather die than have him find out.”
It was late, and the house had quieted down for the night. Emma stood in the kitchen, tidying up after dinner. The faint hum of the dishwasher filled the silence, but her thoughts were louder. Matt’s message had lingered in her mind all day, making her stomach churn with unease.Just as she reached to turn off the kitchen lights, she heard footsteps. Turning around, she saw Alex standing in the doorway. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, his tie slightly loosened. He looked tired, but there was something more—a weight in his gaze that she couldn’t quite place.“I didn’t think anyone was still awake,” Emma said, her voice soft.Alex walked in, his hands sliding into his pockets. “I couldn’t sleep. Thought I’d grab some water,” he replied, though the way his eyes lingered on her made it clear she was the reason he’d come downstairs.Emma hesitated. She had been avoiding him since the awkward tension Matt had stirred. But now, with Alex standing so close, his presence felt magnetic.“You
The phone buzzed faintly in his hand, but Alex didn’t dare look at it. His pulse thundered in his ears as he tossed the device onto his desk like it might burn him. Suddenly, the room seemed too quiet, the stillness amplifying the weight of what he had just done.What if she doesn’t reply?The thought lingered, bitter and sharp. He ran a hand through his hair, pacing the room like a caged animal. For someone who made billion-dollar decisions daily, this was unnervingly paralyzing. Business was predictable; people, especially someone like Emma, were not.Alex’s mind spiraled with possibilities, each one more unsettling than the last. Maybe she’d laugh it off. Or worse, maybe she’d ignore it altogether, leaving his carefully constructed message to fester in the void of her inbox.But what if she replied? What if she was honest, and the honesty wasn’t what he wanted to hear?He sat back down heavily, his elbows braced on the desk as he leaned forward, burying his face in his hands. The l
Alex sat in his spacious office, the skyline of Asokoro stretched out before him. It was late into the evening, the city lights casting a soft glow on his face as he stared at the stacks of paperwork in front of him. The glow from his computer screen was the only light, yet it didn’t seem to matter; he wasn’t really seeing the documents or emails in front of him. His mind kept drifting back to Emma, to the quiet, fleeting moments they had shared.The air in the room felt thick, suffocating, like the weight of his own emotions had transformed the space into something unrecognizable. The files in front of him were no different from the thoughts he kept trying to suppress. Everything about his day—from handling business matters to dealing with the children—had been a distraction, a poor attempt at keeping his mind occupied.But the more he tried to focus on his work, the more his thoughts kept circling back to Emma.It had started the moment Matt had appeared, asking Emma to prepare for