DASHIELL
I frowned at the phone, wondering what it was she wanted to tell me. It didn't sound like she had signed the papers, since she didn't reply to my question when I asked. Puzzled, I ran my fingers through my hair. Nova was such a difficult nut to crack. “Who was it?” Lilith demanded the moment I dropped the phone, running her manicured fingers on my chest. “No one important.” I reached towards her and brought her face closer, so I could place a kiss on her cheeks. “It's no one,” I repeated. I wasn't lying about that. Nova was no one to me. I was only with her because of her conniving plans. Had she not gotten her family involved after she promised to let things slide, I wouldn't have been stuck with her. “No one important?” She pouted, peering down at me as she was sitting on the table while I rested on my chair. “Why do you look stressed after that call? Was it from your wife?” She called the word wife as if it stank. “Mm.” I nodded, tossing the phone to my table. There was no use lying to her about it. “About the divorce?” She climbed down from the desk and perched on my lap, wrapping her hands around my neck. "Did you do as you promised?" “Yeah. I gave the papers to her last night. I think she has signed them.” I wrapped my hands around her waist and brought her closer, inhaling the familiar vanilla scent I loved. I loved everything about Lilith. She makes me feel calm enough to do things straight. “I still don't get it. Why did you get married to her? It's not as if she's beautiful,” she pouted, looking down at me. “She's just your replacement.” I reached towards her face to remove the strands of hair from it. “You are the only one in my heart, Lilith, and will always be,” I promised, staring into the eyes of the only woman I had ever loved. Had she not left me because of her career, we would have got married years ago. Who knows, she would have given me an heir instead of wasting two of my precious years with that barren woman. “What if she refuses to sign the papers? What will you do?” She rubbed my shoulder, peering down at me. "Will you stick with her? Or will she—" “She won't dare.” I placed a kiss on her lips. “Don't worry about this, darling. I will make sure she does. You are the only one I recognize as my wife. I don't care about others." She giggled at that as she placed another kiss on my lips. “Do you hate me for leaving all these years?” “Not at all.” I removed the stray hair from her face, grinning. “I missed you, though. There wasn't a day that went past that I didn't regret letting you leave.” “I'm sorry about that.” She placed her hands on my cheeks and pinched them lightly. “I'm back now, darling. I don't intend to leave.” “I hope you don't.” These years away from her made it seem like I was floating in the dark. I lived each day, regretting the night I met Nova. Had I not been drunk off my arse that fateful night, I wouldn't have fallen into the gold digger's trap. That night, I thought she was Lilith. It was just her freaking luck that they have the same hair colour. “You are stuck with me forever.” She placed a kiss on my nose as she smiled at me. “I'm back and won't ever go.” Her voice was strong with conviction, letting me know she wasn't playing about it. … I dropped Lilith off at her house, promising to come over that night after I had taken the papers from Nova. I spent last night in her house, so I had gotten used to it. On my drive home, I got a call from Mama Kaka. It was still the same. She wanted to know what was happening, and if Nova was pregnant. It had been the same for close to a year now, and I was getting fed up with that. I wanted to tell Nana about my intentions to get married to Lilith, but I didn't. Nana likes Nova. Telling her about my arrangements wouldn't go well. Which was why I kept my plans a secret for now. I would think of the right way to tell her about that. For now, all I had to do was find a way to get that fucking gold digger to sign the papers with no problem. “Fuck you, Nova.” I gritted out, looking out through the window. If only she had gotten pregnant these past two years, things would have been easier for me. I would have inherited the last of my grandfather's property. The first one was given to me when I got married to Nova, and the second would be handed over to me whenever I got an heir, something I assumed wouldn't be difficult. Which was why I had sex with her almost every damned night! Who would have thought she was barren? If only I had avoided her that fateful night. Had I kept my dick in my pants, none of this would have freaking happened. Frowning, I got out of my car and nodded towards the guards who greeted me as I walked towards the house. I knew what I had to do the moment I stepped into the house. Should she prove stubborn like I know she might, I would just give her the compensation money my lawyer advised me to pay. That was all they wanted. She would gobble the money up with her family since that had been all they had been doing for 2 years now. Always seeking ways to make me spend my damned money on them.NOVAI prepared dinner for tonight, knowing he would be hungry since I didn't send any lunch to him today. I wasn't as excited as I was last night because I knew that whatever happened tonight would make or mar our future.The moment I heard the door open, I got up from the couch, gulping, when he came into focus. He had changed out of the blue shirt he wore this afternoon when I went to his office.Frowning, I wondered how he got a change of clothes. Did he buy it or…“What do you wish to inform me about?” He demanded as he dropped his briefcase on the table, glaring. “Where are the papers? Have you signed it?”“Don't you at least need to sit?” I asked, forcing a smile. I would lie if I said his words didn't hurt. He made it sound as if being a moment with me was work.“Not when I have something important to do,” he snapped, with his eyes narrowed at me. “I know how tremendous at tricks you are, Nova, and I'm not ready for any of that. Where are the papers?”I gulped. This wasn't ho
Stunned, I could only watch as he carried me up the stairs. I expected him to walk over to my room like he had always done, but Dashiell, always full of surprises, carried me towards his room.A gasp left me when he opened his door. “This isn't my room,” I whispered“I know," he responded as he stepped in and closed the door with his feet before he carried me over to his bed.For the first time since we got married, he placed me on his bed. His room had always been off-limits to me. He warned me never to step into it, and I obeyed him.“We are in your room,” I repeated, hoping he would realize we were in his room since he seemed not to be in his right mind.“I know.” Smiling, he placed a kiss on my forehead. "Haven't you always desired to be brought in here?”“I have, but….” I gulped, looking up at him as I tried to tell myself I wasn't dreaming, that this was happening. “You haven't brought me to your room before,” I whispered, trying not to break whatever spell I had held him with.
He changed after that night, shocking me more than anything else. I wondered how someone could have a 180-degree turn in a night. At first, I assumed this was his ploy to get me to let my guard down, for him to strike, but nothing happened.I watched him for a week, waiting for it.Dashiell, who had always stayed late in the office, started returning early. Just like now. I had just finished making dinner when I heard the front door opening.“I'm back,” he announced as he walked into the kitchen.I turned to watch him, grinning as he strode over to me. He didn't hug me. He knelt in front of me and placed a kiss on my tummy. “How is my darling?” He rubbed my stomach, smiling. “Dad is back, did you miss me?”I felt a pang at his words and actions, knowing I didn't matter to him. The only reason he was doing this was because of the baby.I knew why. When I visited Mama Kaka today, she told me about his grandfather's will. Having this baby would mean he has to secure the other part of hi
DASHIELLI twirled the pen in my hand as I went through the lists for the summer gala.A knock on the door interrupted me. Lilith walked in with a smile, holding a mug of coffee in hand as she strode over to me. “Hello, Darling.”“Oh.” I blinked, smiling as I got up from my chair. “Hello, sweetheart. How was your trip?” I stepped around the table, to her side.“I'm not happy, you realise that, right???” She dropped the coffee on my desk before turning to confront me, pouting.“Why?” Puzzled, I watched her walk over to me and wrap her hands around my waist. She placed her head on my chest and peered up at me.“Why didn't you call me during my trip? I was expecting your calls, you know?” She pursed her lips, sulking like a kid.“Oh, that?” I smiled as I removed some strands of hair from her face. “I figured you were busy, which was why I didn't call.”“Busy?” She removed her head from my chest and stepped back, frowning. “How busy could I have been not to pick up your calls?” She asked
NOVAI locked the door, and left the house, waving at the security men by the gate as I hurried out. Though Dashiell asked me to let one of them drive me to Mama Kaka's house, I opted to use a taxi. This way, I could walk a little, to exercise before heading over to her house. I had just walked a distance from the house when a red Camaro stopped in front of me. Frowning, I walked past it, humming under my breath. A few steps away from the car, I heard my name.Whirling around, a scowl came over my face when I noticed who it was. Lilith, the bitch. She was leaning on the hood of the red Camaro, twirling the keys in her right index as her gaze levelled on me. I could see the contempt in that stare. She looked like she was sizing me up to know where to start from."What's it? What are you doing here?" I demanded, surprised to see her close to the house. Was meeting Dashiell in the office not enough for her?"Dashiell sent me to pick you up," she said so casually like this was something
“What?” I frowned, furrowing my brows. “What did you just say?” “What you thought you heard.” She stopped a few paces away from me. “Dashiell wants you to get rid of the baby,” she repeated. “Impossible.” Instinctively, I placed my palms on my belly as I shook my head. “That's the last thing he would ask me to do. He will never ask me to terminate my pregnancy. Never.” “But he did.” She walked forward, closing the distance between us. “That's a lie.” “A lie? Why do you think so?” She looked amused, cocking her head to the side. “I know he never loved me, but Dashiell won't order me to abort the pregnancy. If there's one thing he had always wanted, it was a child.” “But not with you,” she hissed. “What the hell are you talking about?” “I think this will prove some facts to you, Nova. Your dearest husband gave his consent.” She brought a piece of paper out from her bag and waved it in my face. “What?” I snatched the note from her and read through it, my eyes widening the mor
DASHIELL I checked the time on my wristwatch, worried. Nova should have been there an hour ago, but she was nowhere to be found. I tried her cellphone, but she switched it off. I even called the house to find out if she was still at home, but was told she left this morning at exactly 9 AM. So, where the fuck did she go to? I paced the floor, troubled as different thoughts went through my mind. I had always been a strong man and prided myself on thoughts of how calm and composed I was in times like this, but at the moment, I couldn't help the fear that gripped me.What if she had met with misfortune on the road and lost the baby? According to the men at home, she left the house alone, without letting any of them drive her. I didn't think it odd because she always took a taxi or had my driver take her to my office. However, it had been bloody hours since she left, and no one was yet to know where she went. “Dash,” Lilith called out as she strode into my office, smiling. She walked o
Five years later BELLA“Ma'am, these are the lists of new projects,” Clara, my secretary, said, passing her iPad to me. “You can check through them for any change you might need us to implement?” “Uhm. this is good.” I went through them, nodding with smiles at my designs. Who would have thought I would one day have an office of my own, and workers, willing to do my bidding? The icing on the cake? I got to do what I love the most. “What of this?” She pointed to the latest design I worked on before sending it to them. “Do you like the finished product? The production team manager seems to think it doesn't rhyme with your drawings.”“It does.” I peered at the jewellery that had finally come to life from the drawing I gave. “Send three of the products to me for the last designs. I need to go through them before I can carry out a positive judgment. Seeing them on screen isn't the same as off-screen.”“Would you like to visit the production site?” She asked, sounding excited. “We can go