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The clouds begin to turn grey, giving the light from the lanterns and tiki torches more illumination.“Finally, the intended couple graces us with their presence." My cousin Jamal announces, surprising me.If I were to count my many blessings, my family would make it to the top of the list. Seeing how everyone travelled down despite how busy they are and how far they live, especially my cousins Jamal, Kendrick, Kendall, Helena, and Marcus, who all live on different continents, I thought Jamal and Kendrick wouldn’t make it due to the increased demand for gemstones from their customers.We make our way to the decorated sofa reserved for us. Mr. Jimmy Brooks and his wife, Samantha Brooks, are the only friends we invited aside from Tony and Brittney, who look as though that baby can pop out anytime soon.“Süsser, I wasn't aware you ordered an ice sculpture.”“I didn't, Jai. I just got to find out that the Brooks did.”“Oh, it's gigantic.”“You can say that again.”“They shouldn’t have, es
The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Patricia
The smell of damp pine trees gave the air a clean, fresh feeling. A thick blanket of white snow shrouded the houses, the ground, and the trees. The telltale signs of Christmas are everywhere: twinkling lights, decorated houses, trees, a cheery atmosphere, the sporadic playing of hymns and carols, an abundance of green and red colours, flashes of silver and gold, busy ornament stores, and Santas ringing bells at every corner.Both the inside and the outside of the house have been adorned for Christmas. Ray, Jordan, and I constructed some enormous snowmen outdoors. The mansion is decked out in rainbow fairy lights. White fairy lights dangle from the stairwell, and Christmas trees with distinctive designs adorn every room in the house. The mansion is decked out for the holidays, with Christmas spirit permeating every space.There are so many elegant outfits that I have personally chosen for this unique event that I am having trouble deciding which one to wear. Ray and I are both incredib
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“Are you sure you want to spend Christmas at my parent’s place?”"Yes, I am. Don’t you?”“If she wants us there, why not? I just want to make sure you are comfortable, and there’s the last-minute request.”“I am comfortable; besides, she doesn’t bite, and Ray is so excited."“Mother spoils her silly; of course she would. I wouldn’t be surprised if Mother gifted her another Birkin bag this Christmas.” He says he is arranging the last hamper in the car.“I’m guessing she got one last Christmas?”“And three Christmases’ before.”Okay??“Why do you have that look on?” he asks.“Because the Christmas gift I got her doesn’t even come close at all. What if she doesn’t like it?”“Süsser, you know she will. Anything that comes from you, she treasures."I cross-check the boot to see if all our loads are complete and intact.“Fingers crossed. Your mom’s calling.”“Ray? Come down, let’s go. Your grandma is blaring up my phone.”“Daddy, can I share food and gifts with you guys tomorrow?”“Sure,” J
The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Patricia
“Can I hang the treetopper??” Ray asks, picking up the Christmas angel ornament.“Yes, baby,” Jordan answers, carrying her to the top of the tree. She successfully hangs it and delightfully celebrates the accomplishment.“I'll go check on our gingerbread man and the cookie house,” I announce, putting my mitten back on.“Can I tag along?”"Of course you can, Ray.”“How’s your mom?” Mrs. Elizabeth asks, covering the pudding.“She is very well, Ma.”“Please call me Mom or Lizzy. How's she spending her Christmas?”“With a friend, I guess.”“Very well, then. Anyone I know?”“Not sure.”“Oh okay.”I'm not about to tell Mrs. Elizabeth that her mother will be spending Christmas with her boyfriend. That's not my secret to tell. especially because she didn't bring him to the engagement party for reasons best known to her.“Tell me you are famished because I am.”“I am,” I confess.“The last time I cooked this vigorously was last year's Christmas. All we have to do tomorrow is cook the turkey, m
The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Patricia
It’s Christmas!!!! The long-awaited day finally graces us with its presence. I'm elated.“Come on, Patricia, we’re going to be late,” Ray announces, barging into the room in excitement. I smile at the burst of adrenaline.“I’m almost done; I just need to wear my heels." I quickly put on my nude heels and hurry downstairs to meet everyone.It's a day to celebrate love and family, and spending it with the Bakers feels great—we're able to blend in with their world of sophistication and elegance and learn a brand-new, intriguing custom. We'll be feeding and gifting the homeless people after the church service, which is an awesome idea.It's a very kind thing to do, and I'm happy to be a part of it. Being hungry, homeless, and living on the streets is not a pleasant sensation at all, though I can't say I know what it feels like. Being outside for a short moment and feeling the cold against my skin is so uncomfortable. How much more, constantly breathing the cold without having a hiding pla
The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Patricia
As I prepare for my first day of fashion school, excitement runs through me. This is a very vital step towards achieving my desired goal. I am grateful to God for such an amazing opportunity. A dream that felt like it was almost impossible to achieve due to financial restraint has become an opportunity handed on a platter of gold. I'm a few steps away from achieving my ultimate goal, and it feels so surreal.“Jai, don’t sweat. You have an important meeting. You don’t have to come with me to school.”“It’s my süsser's first day at fashion school; of course I must, and Tony can kick off the meeting. Sweet, you look so hot; my coffee is extremely jealous right now.""I'm so flattered considering how hot your coffee usually is.""Everyone at your school today isn't prepared for what's coming their way. Because what is all this beauty and this outfit? No no. I might have a change of mind about letting you step out of this house.""Nothing, I mean absolutely nothing, Jai, not you, and defin
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I take a deep breath before entering the lobby. This is it—the beginning of a new chapter in my life, one filled with aspirations of becoming a top fashion designer. I finally did it. I’m about to start my first day of fashion school. It feels like a dream. I’m here now in this building after imagining it for several years.As I enter the grand lobby, I am immediately struck by the buzz of creativity and talent that surrounds me. A polished marble reception desk stood at the centre of the lobby. Three receptionists, two females and one male, were impeccably dressed behind the desk and attending to the students by welcoming us with a warm smile, ready to provide guidance and information. I join the short queue of already-waiting students and look around my beautiful surroundings while trying not to act too stunned by how beautiful this place is.The walls are adorned with runway photographs from renowned fashion shows. In the near future, I want pictures from my fashion shows to be on
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The long-awaited break time. I fell asleep without having dinner yesterday and woke up this morning way too excited to put anything into my stomach."Would that be all?" the server asks."Yes please."After such a lengthy and exquisite introduction to the basics of fashion, I just want to find a quiet corner away from humans and eat this food. I take a quick scan of the room and find a nice corner."So... Jordan?? North America's golden boy, a big catch if I must add." Melvin says, settling down beside me."You don't sound pleased." I say irritated."Well, Bryan's my friend too.""Your point, Melvin?" I ask, grabbing my tacos."I never took you for a woman who loved bad boys. Do you have any idea of his records?""I'll appreciate it if we do not talk about my fiance. Not that you deserve any explanation, but just so you know, he's a changed person."Melvin's laughter fills booms causing people to turn towards us."You are making a scene." I say through greeted teeth, suddenly feeling
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Epilogue6 months later I tap my fingers on the driving wheel, humming along to the pulse of the road, feeling the beat echo within. Each song becomes a personal concert, and my audience is the world outside my window. With each note, the journey transforms into an adventure full of songs and delight, making every mile unique.The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow as I drive , my pregnant belly gently cradled by the steering wheel as I embark on a journey to pick up Ray from her mother Vanessa's house. The anticipation of seeing Ray radiates through me blending with the rhythmic kicks of the little one in my belly.Arriving at Vanessa's house, I take a moment to steady myself before ringing the doorbell. Vanessa greets me with a warm smile. "Thanks for doing this, Patricia, for allowing Ray spend the weekend even though it wasn’t my week.” Vanessa says her expression soft with gratitude."It's my pleasure. Ray and I have a special bond, and it’s important that she has that type of
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“Son, we are so happy for you.” father says super proud “Your father is right and we are glad you are very happy because we see how your face lights up all the time.”“Thanks. I love how both of you show up for me every time and support me. How you guys helped me raise Ray with unwavering love.”“You are our child and she's our granddaughter. It's our duty.” father says.“All the same, thanks again.” “I’ll leave you two to discuss while I check on what's cooking.” mother says excusing us.“So how's work?”“Going smoothly, dad. Thanks for asking.”“Don’t you think it's high time you take a break?”“I was thinking so too. Tony and I are organizing a group trip for our ladies.”“Now that's my boy. How's Ray and how’s she coping with this new chapter?”“Surprisingly good. Vanessa is good with children and I'm wondering what changed.”“People change. You did too.”I nod, father's words sinking in. "Yeah, people do change," I agree, pondering the evolution of myself and those around me."Y
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The car hums softly as we embark on the journey back home after an emotional reunion with Ray's birth mother, Vanessa. The air in the car is thick with a mixture of lingering tension and unspoken questions. Ray, sitting in the back seat, stares out of the window, seemingly lost in thought. I wonder how she must be feeling after meeting her mother and if she has any question on her mind. Jordan, his hands steady on the wheel, steals a glance at Ray. Concern etched on his face, he speaks gently, "Ray, how are you feeling?"Ray sighs , her gaze still fixed on the passing scenery. "I don't know, Dad. It's a lot to process." I turn in my seat reaching out to touch Ray's hand. "We're here for you, sweetheart. Whatever you're feeling, it's valid."Ray nods , a small smile playing on her lips. "I appreciate that, Mom." I love it when she calls me mom and the thought of having a little child growing in me that will call me mom as well is so exciting. The car moves in a comfortable silence
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Vanessa stands there, seemingly untouched by time, her slender figure and unchanged appearance hinting at a timeless beauty. There's a momentary question lingering as to whether she could truly be the mother of the boys following behind, given the absence of any visible resemblance."Vanessa," I call out from the car."Welcome to my home. Jordan and Patricia, thank you very much for this. I do not take it lightly," she acknowledges."Hi, Rachel. It's so lovely to see you. I'm Vanessa.""Hi, Mom," Ray greets warmly.Vanessa's face lights up, glowing with joy like a myriad of stars."Can I give you a hug?""Yes, please," Ray responds, embracing her eagerly."These are my sons, Gabriel and Nathaniel Parker. My husband and their father are late," she announces."Sorry for your loss," we chorus, following the boys' greetings."It's alright. It was a long time ago. Shortly after I got married to him, he took ill and passed. Let's not waste any further time out here. Let's all go in."As we
The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Patricia
It's a relief that Jordan and I were able to work through our issues and emerge with a renewed vow to never let secrets ruin our relationship. The lesson acquired from the difficult experience emphasised the critical value of honesty and transparency.What truly surprised me was Jordan's apology for his impulsive decision to ask me to leave without taking the time to process everything. Admittedly, my choice to withhold essential information felt like a significant breach of trust, casting a shadow over our relationship.However, Jordan's perspective on the dynamics of marriage startled me. Despite the hurt caused by my actions, he believed that a successful marriage necessitates navigating such challenges through open communication and forgiveness.At that moment, I felt conflicting emotions—my initial guilt for withholding information, Jordan's surprising apology, and his conviction in the essential aspects of trust and openness in a marriage. It forced me to rethink my concept of t
The Billionaire’s fill-in housekeeper Jordan
In the solitude of this past week, amidst the echo of my own thoughts, I've embarked on an odyssey within myself. In the wake of shattered trust, I find myself navigating a labyrinth of emotions, haunted by the echoes of betrayal. Yet, amidst the debris of fractured promises, there's a yearning to rebuild what was once a sanctuary of companionship. The road to reconciliation feels like walking on shards of glass, each step a cautious maneuver to bridge the chasm that divides us. But within this tempest of hurt lies a glimmer of hope, a desire to unearth the truth, to mend the rift, and perhaps forge a stronger bond, weathered yet resilient in the face of adversity.The air in my father's study hangs heavy with the weight of unspoken words and hidden truths. Stepping into this sanctum of memories, the familiar scent of aged books and polished wood offers solace amidst the impending revelation.Mother's absence is a blessing in this moment, sparing her the pain that lingers within the d
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The ticking clock echoes in my quiet room, each passing second emphasizing the void left by three days of strained silence. The memory of the argument with Jordan replays in my mind, the pain still fresh, and the weight of regret settling in my chest.My phone lies untouched on the table, its screen devoid of messages or missed calls. I can't bring myself to break the silence, understanding that the wounds from my actions need time to heal. I feel empty without him, unable to eat or sleep properly, spending my days confined in the room, looking like a mess.Regret gnaws at my conscience as I replay the argument in my mind. I had kept a secret, thinking it would be a protective shield for Jordan, only to realize that it has become a barrier between us. Communication truly is key in a relationship; the outcome might have been totally different if I had spoken to him about it as soon as it happened and we had discussed ways on how to go about it. Now I feel like I’ve lost his trust and I
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I lay in the hotel bed totally famished and emotionally drained. I don't deserve this. My head is spinning from days of trying to phantom everything that has happened.We were supposed to be on our way to Greece today. I hope she's out when I get back. I need a break from her to be able to think things through. If I'm going to have to get over her which I doubt is possible, I would have to see less of her or her things till I've made a decision. I feel so betrayed!I had to put off my phone because she kept calling non-stop. Only Tony knows my whereabouts and what's going on. I can't bring myself to tell my parents.A knock on my door draws my attention back to my surroundings. That must be room service. I can't let them see me like this.“I'm very busy at the moment, kindly check back later,” I say from behind the door.“It's Tony man.”Arghhhhhh. How do I conceal the wounds on my knuckles?“I'm waiting or else I'll have them bring down this door.”I open the door and resume back to m
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The weight of reality hits me hard—I can't believe he found out before I had the chance to tell him. Not that his reaction would have been different, but I wanted to be the one to explain. The door closes behind me, leaving me on the floor, where minutes ago I was pleading with Jordan not to leave.Unable to stand, I remain seated, weeping, and wondering how it came to this. It's only been three months of marriage, and now this. What if he decides on a divorce? I can't lose him; imagining life without him feels unbearable.The gravity of the situation hits me, and I crumble into more tears, my shoulders shaking with the weight of heartache. Realizing I've lost something irreplaceable, coupled with the remorse for not trusting Jordan with the truth, devastates me. I should have mentioned it the very day Bryan sent the message, but I just couldn't. And now, my greatest fear has come true.I don’t know how long I sit crying, but by the time I wake up, it’s past nine. Summoning the courag
