Daniela stood in the luxurious living room of Alexander's mansion, her arms tightly crossed, her knuckles white from the tension.The silence in the room was deafening,suffocating her with unspoken words.Alexander moved with the pride he possessed,as he reached for something on the nearby table. When he turned, Daniela's eyes immediately caught the gleaming object in his hand- A small velvet box.
The sight of it sent shivers down her spine.A mixture of dread and disbelief swirling in her chest. Her breath hitched as she instinctively took a step back. Her voice, thick with suspicion, broke the tense silence “ What is that, Alexander?” He ignored her, his gaze steady but distant, as if he hadn't held her. Instead, he held the box loosely between his fingers , as though it carried the weight of everything left unsaid between them. Daniel's heart pounded as she pointed at the box, her mind racing with possibilities .“ If you think–----” She stopped herself,swallowing the words that threatened to spill from her lips. Alexander took a deep breath , setting the box on the glass coffee table between them. The sound of it hitting the surface was so loud , reverbating through the room like a gunshot.Daniela's gaze darted from the box back to him,and suddenly everything clicked to her senses. Her lips parted as realization dawned on her. “ Are you suggesting marriage?”Her questions hung in the air like a challenge.She couldn't belive what she was hearing. After all, She was just a one night stand who had a child with a billionaire . A legitimate marriage? That was not supposed to be part of their arrangement at all. Anger and hurt bubbled up inside her as she folded her arms tighter. Her glare burned into Alexander,her mind racing with unanswered questions. Alexander didn't move an inch from where he was. Instead, he met her gaze staring at her ridiculously. His silence only fueled her frustration, and when he finally spoke , his words landed like a bombshell.“ I am”, he said simply , his tone measured yet thick. Daniela's anger boiled as she looked sharply at the box. “ After everything? After walking away when I needed you the most? You think a ring is going to fix what you broke?” Alexander remained calm, his hands sliding into his pockets as he went closer to the table. “ This isn't about fixing anything Daniela”, he said, his voice low and fierce . “ This is about Noah. About giving him the life he deserves”. The mention of their son sent shivers down her spine. “ Don't you dare use Noah as a pawn in this…proposal”, She said. “ Because I gave you the privilege to walk into my life does not mean you should start making demands”. Alexander moved closer, his eyes giving this vulnerability look . “ It's not a demand, Daniela. It's a choice that I'm willing to make for Noah's sake. Daniela laughed out bitterly, her emotions spilling over. She stared at the box again, as if the sight of it mocked her. “ A choice? A choice you mean? If not, I came to meet you at that hotel to query you. Would you have looked for me or showed up? Now you are trying to play smart.
Alexander took a deep breath, his hand brushing through his dark hair. “ I'm not trying to play anything . I know I failed you before, Daniela. But this isn't about me or you. It's about our son”. She took a step closer, her voice trembling as anger and heartbreak melted in her chest. “ So you think this is the answer? That a marriage of convenience is going to make up for the years you have missed?” Alexander looked at Daniela out of pity. “ I'm not daft enough to think it will erase the past”, he said quietly. “ But it's a beginning . I can't change what I did, Daniela . But I can give Noah a bright and stable future that he deserves”. The words hung heavy in the air, but Daniela wasn't ready to relent. Not yet. “ But what do you want exactly, Alexander?” She demanded, her voice low but steady. “ Why now? Why this?” He hesitated , his gaze staring at the box on the table. “ Because I can't live with the doubt that I failed you and Noah”. Daniela sniffed outside, just for a while. She hated the way his words made her remember the man she once loved. But she couldn't let herself fall for it. Not again. “ And if I agree with this ridiculous idea?” She asked, her tone sharp. “ What guarantees me that you wouldn't walk away again?” “ Well, you will have a contract”, Alexander said without hesitation . “ Clear terms. Full custody if it doesn't work. Financial security for you and Noah. Everything will be on your terms, Daniela “. Her breath pained her as she stared at him, The weight of his word sinking in. The room felt too small, heat covering all over her body. She turned her back to him, needing a moment to think things to herself. When she finally spoke,her voice was steady, but her hands trembled . “ I'll think about it”, she said. “ But don't expect me to make this easy for you”. Alexander nodded , a show of hope and relief in his face . “ That's all I ask”.As Daniela reached the door,She glanced back, her expression unreadable. “ I really hope you are serious about your plan, Alexander. Because if you hurt me and my son again.I won't forgive you”. With that, she walked out,leaving Alexander standing alone. The sight of the velvet box on the table mocked him and he also reminded him of the fragile hope he clung to.
For the first time in years, he felt uncertain if the man he had become could ever atone for the man he had been. But one thing was clear,this time, he had to change his old ways if not for anything but for their son.Daniela sat in the small living room of her family house , the space that once brought her comfort now feeling unbearably suffocating. Her fingers twisted the hem of her cardigan, a nervous habit she had since childhood. Across from her,her parents sat on the old floral couch, their eyes fixed on her with mounting curiosity. Her father, Robert, leaned forward , his elbows resting on his knees as his eyes narrowed with suspicion. “ You've been quiet since you walked in, Daniela”,he said in a quiet and low tone. “ What's on your mind Daniela?” Daniela opened her mouth to respond but the words caught in her throat.How could she explain what had transpired without remembering the pain Alexander caused her. She drew in a shaky breath, trying to answer her Dad's question.“ It's about Alexander”, She finally said , her voice soft but clear.The name fell like a prohibition in the room. Her mother, Magaret, stiffened, her hand clutching around the cross around
Daniela stared at her reflection in the mirror of her childhood bedroom, her hands trembling as she smoothed down the wrinkles in her blouse. The room, once her shield, now felt like a prison to her. She had made up her mind already that she was going to be with Alexander. After all, She was old enough to make decisions on her own, but she was also scared of the confrontation waiting for her in the living room .Her parents murmured voices oozing through the walls,their tones a mixture of frustration and concern. Daniela took a deep breath, thinking about her life. She is not going to let anyone dictate her life for her, not even her parents. “ This is for Noah,” She whispered to herself , her voice shaky but determined. As she entered the living room, the familiar scent of air freshener was all over the living room. Robert sat in his usual chair, his arms crossed and face set like someone that was going to the battlefield, while Margaret perched on the
Daniela's heart pounded as she parked in front of Alexander's sprawling estate. The weight of her parents' rejection still pressed heavily on her chest, and the sight of the massive house amplified her anger. The grandeur of the mansion felt suffocating, a reminder of the choice that had cost her everything. Holding Noah's hand,she leaned down and whispered, her voice trembling , “ Stay close to me , baby,” She kissed the top of his head, drawing strength from his innocence. The butler greeted her at the door,and ushered her inside with a polite nod. The interior radiated wealth,from the gleaming marble floors to the furniture in the house. Everything screamed luxury, but to Daniela it felt like she was captured in a cage.When she reached Alexander's office, She found him resting behind a large desk with a glass of whiskey in his hand. His tailored navy suit was immaculate , but his eyes were as cold and unreadable as ever. At the sound of her footsteps,he looked
The morning of the wedding came finally. Daniela layed in bed,her body too heavy to rise,as if her entire body was weak. For a moment,She nearly forgot it was her wedding because she was not happy she was getting married. But did she have a choice? I The Lawson estate was filled with a lot of activities. Servants running about, setting up decorations, Carrying trays of food ,and ensuring every order was perfect. The sound of music flowed through the halls,but she was less bothered about it. She wasn't the one footing the bills,and the atmosphere only reminded her of how little this day truly meant to her.In the bridal dressing room, she sat motionless, staring into the mirror.The gown Alexander had chosen for her clung perfectly to her figure, the intricate lace portraying wealth and luxury. To anyone else, it might have been the dress of a lifetime. But to Daniela, it was nothing more than a shackle, binding her to a life she hadn't chosen. She reached
Daniela walked back and forth in the house,her mind filled with confusion , frustration and fear. Life had been throwing stones at her, leaving her feeling she was trapped in a cage. Just when she thought he had changed a bit,He will do something that will make her angry. Deep down,she knew something was wrong somewhere. There was too much about their past, their present , and his intentions that didn't add up. For a while now,She had suspected that her involvement in his life wasn't accidental. What started as her just being just a fling had turned into something much bigger.Her phone rang suddenly , cutting through the tension in the room. She looked at her screen and saw Alexander's name. She was amused to see his name. She frowned her face in anger. “ What is he calling her for?Didn't he just go to the office not quite long?” She swiped the screen, bringing the phone to her ear. “ I wasn't expecting you to call”, She said, her voice in low tones
Chapter 11.A mother's final wish.The ring of Daniela's phone shattered the quiet of her small apartment. She frowned, wiping her hands on a towel as she moved to pick it up. It was an unfamiliar number, and for a moment, She ignored it at first. But her instincts made her pick the call. “ Hello?”“ Miss Daniela?” a strained, unfamiliar voice on the other end said. “ This is nurse Williams from St. Mary's hospital. Your mother has been admitted . It's very serious. Rush here now and make your way here”. The towel dropped from Daniela's hands . “ What? What happened to her? Is she okay?” The nurse screamed her voice. “ She collapsed earlier this afternoon. The doctors were running tests, but her condition appears critical. You should come as early as possible”. Daniela became so frightened at what the nurse told her. Her heart raced and her heart kept on beating as fast as possible . Her mother,the one constant in her life, couldn't be facing something like this
Chapter 12.Shadows of goodbye.The day of the funeral came to a close and it was a rainy day. It was as if the heavens themselves mourned the loss of Daniela's mother. The rain began to fall heavily as mourners gathered at the small church on the outskirts of town. Daniela sat in the front row, her hands holding tightly around a tissue. Her eyes were swollen and red from days of crying, but no tears fell now the day of the burial. She felt emotionally drained within her, as though her grief had hollowed her out and left her with nothing but the ache in her chest. Alexander sat beside her,his expression a mixture of fake sympathy . He hadn't said much since her mother's death, but his presence dominated, a shield that both steadied and suffocated her. She didn't see him as someone she could lean unto and tell her problems because he was extremely angry with her.The priest's voice was heard through the church, calm and steady, as he delivered the eulogy to mour
The days after the funeral clouded together for Daniela, a mixture of grief and confusion . Her father's words kept ringing in her brain." You're no longer my daughter " She sat alone in the mansion, staring at the rain falling in the windows. The house felt colder, and emptier than ever. Alexander had been absent for most of the day, busy with meetings he refused to discuss . Daniela felt like a prisoner, not just of the house but of her own mind. Not long after, A maid appeared holding a small envelope. " This just arrived, ma. And it is stated urgent. Daniela collected the envelope from the maid and waited for the maid to go.The air in Alexander’s study was oppressive, thick with the scent of aged leather and polished wood. Daniela sat in the chair behind his desk, her gaze focused on the envelope that laid before her.Her mind screamed at her to leave it unopened, to put it into a drawer and pretend it didn’t exist. But curiosity couldn't make her do that
Gabriel leaned back, his whiskey glass resting against his knee as he studied Daniela. The way she carried herself intrigued him, so he wanted to know more about her. He had met many women in clubs before—some looking for excitement, some chasing wealth, others simply bored. But Daniela? She wasn’t any of those.She was drowning.And she didn’t even realize it.“You don’t strike me as someone who usually drinks alone,” Gabriel finally said, breaking the comfortable silence between them.Daniela exhaled a humorless laugh,sipping the last remnants of her drink. “I don’t. Not usually.”“Bad day?” he tried to examine.She let out a breath, shaking her head slightly. “Try a bad life.”Something flickered in Gabriel’s eyes. “That bad, huh?”She turned to look at him, taking in the way he held her gaze without hesitation. Most men would have backed off by now, sensing the weight in her voice. But he didn’t. He held steady, waiting, offering no judgment—only curiosity.“I lost my father,
The club was filled with energy, a stark contrast to the suffocating silence that had filled Daniela's mind since she learned about her father's death. She sat in the dimly lit VIP lounge, a glass of whiskey in her hands, swirling the liquid absentmindedly. Loud music was filled in the air, the bass vibrating beneath her feet, but it barely drowned out the guilt eating deep in her blood. She had come to the club to escape, to calm her nerves down. But no amount of alcohol could raise the growing doubt in her chest. As she stared at the dance floor, her eyes was drawn to a man watching her across the room. He was tall, Confident, with black piercing eyes and he had a particular charisma that made him stand out in the crowded club. Their eyes met and for a moment, Daniela thought She imagined him kissing her lips deeply. Not long after, he moved straight towards her. He sat beside her, his scent rich perfume mixed with something dangerously intoxicating filling her se
Daniela sat in the back of the taxi,her fingers tightly gripping her purse. The city outside the window blurred as the vehicle sped past familiar streets,each one carrying a memory She had left long buried. For years, She had been absent from this place,from the people who once mattered ,convincing herself that She was better off without them. But now,with everything crumbling around her, She found herself desperate for something to hold on to. Her sister was gone. Her marriage to Alexander had ended in humiliation. And now, She had finally decided to reconnect with her Dad. She had avoided him for so long, ashamed of how her life had turned out. But deep down,She wanted to believe that despite everything , he would still welcome her with open arms. She had replayed her words a thousand times in her head. She would tell him about her divorce,about how she had lost her sister, about how lost she felt.He had blamed her for marrying Alexander but now she needed him to c
Christiana wiped the sweat off her forehead,exhaling a deep breath as she pulled another tray of freshly baked bread from the hot oven.The scent of warm dough filled the small bakery mixing with the faint aroma of coffee and sugar.She had been working since morning, her hands covered in flour, her feet aching from standing from hours. But despite the tiredness,She forced herself to keep going. She had no choice. The job at the bakery was all She had.After being thrown out by Alexander and his mother,She had wandered the street , hold ing Praise to her chest. With nowhere to go and no one to run to, She had spent the night outside, shivering under the cold sky. But fate had helped her. The woman who supplied bread to several shops in the neighbourhood had seen her struggles and offered her A job as a bakery Assistant. It wasn't much, but it came with a tiny room at the back of the bakery, a place she can rest her head on, even if it was small. It was better than the
The streets were cruel. Christiana had nowhere to go. No money, no food, no idea what tommorow would bring. She walked for hours,her arms wrapped tightly around Praise, who was in deep sleep. Every step felt heavier, her legs barely able to carry her. She passed by Restaurants,their bright lights and warm air spilling onto the streets, mocking her. She could perceive food,rich dishes that made her stomach hungry and twist in agony. Her last meal had been when? She couldn't even remember. Desperation clawed at her throat. She needed help. But who would help her now? She used to have clients who threw money at her feet,but those days were gone. No man wanted a woman with a child,especially with a child like Praise. A slow tear slid down her cheeks. Her baby was hungry. Her baby was cold. And she could do nothing about it. She had never felt this worthless. As she sat on a bench, trying to rock Praise to sleep, an elderly woman approached her. She had Gray hair tucked ben
The cold night air hit at Christiana's skin as she held Praise close, rocking her gently. Her daughters tiny whimpers were the only sounds breaking the silence of the deserted streets. Her chest tightened . She had nothing. No money , no home . No one to turn to. Alexander had thrown her away like trash. Tears burned in her eyes, but She refused to let them fall. Not here. Not when she had to be strong for her baby. But where will she go? As she walked round the street, her legs weak from tiredness and heart break, She heard the unmistakable sound of heels clicking against the pavement behind her. Christiana turned out of fear , her heart sinking. There, standing under the dim glow of a street light, was a woman She recognised instantly. It was Daniela , Alexander's ex wife. The woman she frustrated with her pregnancy so that Alexander will put her in the house. And with the look on Daniela's perfectly makeup, She was enjoying herself not minding anything Chri
For days, Christiana was trapped inside the house. Every time She tried to leave, Alexander made sure the doors were locked. His guards stood to watch her, ensuring she didn't live the compound. Praise, Oblivious to the tension, cooed in her Crib. Christiana ran a gentle hand over her daughter's curls, tears pricking her eyes. “ We'll get out of here, baby I promise.” When Alexander finally returned home with a DNA test kit, Christiana felt her stomach turn. “Time to put an end to this debate”, he said, throwing the kit on the table. “ Open Praise’s mouth “. Christiana's arms tightened around her daughter. She's not an experiment, Alexander “. He turned his eyes. “ Stop being dramatic”. He grabbed the swab. “ Hold her still”. Tears burned Christiana's eyes as she gently divided Praises lips apart. The baby wiggled, whining as Alexander roughly switched her cheeks. When he was done, he stared at her. “ Now, we wait”.The following days were suffocating, A
The room fell into a big silence as Alexander stood at the doorway, his sharp eyes locked onto Christiana's . The way his lips curled in anger sent chill down her spine. She quickly ender the call, holding the phone tightly as her heart pounded. “ Who the hell were you talking to?” Alexander's voice was low and dangerous. Christiana swallowed hard. “ No one important”. Alexander's eyes changed. “ Don't lie to me, Christiana “. She tried to remain calm. “ It was just someone checking up on Praise”. Alexander scoffed. “ Praise? Since when do you have people checking on that child ? When did that rubbish start?”. She tried to remain calm. “ Don't call her that child!”. She's your daughter. “He let out a bitter laugh. “ Daughter? Can you hear yourself? Do you think I asked for this?Do you think I wanted a disabled child?” .Christiana's face burned with anger and pain. “ She's still your blood Alexander!”. “ She's your mistake, not mine”. He retorted. T
Praise suddenly falls sick in the middle of the night.Christiana rushed her to the hospital,only for the doctors to tell her that the child's condition has worsened due to lack of stress and lack of proper medical attention. The doctor scolds Christiana for missing important check ups,which she couldn't attend due to Alexander's negligence. Ever since Alexander found out that his daughter was disabled, he hardly contributed in the hospital bill of their daughter. She had done everything to be a good mother. She had sacrificed, endured, begged , her nothing seemed to be enough. Alexander had abandoned them. He had refused to even acknowledge their daughter,Let alone celebrate her first birthday. It had been Christiana's responsibility to pay her disabled bill for drugs. It was getting worse that at one point Christiana could not afford her drugs again, She decided to call Alexander's mom to report his son to her for not taking up the child's respons