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
Daniela's world was beginning to crumble, and she could feel it every hour. At first it started with Mysterious emails, late payments from clients and investors in her company pulling out at the last minute. For someone who is very sensitive , it didn't take her long to observe that something was wrong in her office. Apart from all this happening, her business that she single handedly built when she left Alexander waa under attack.The first real sign that made her believe something was wrong came early one morning,when Daniela arrived at her office,as she always did before anyone else. As she walked down the hallway,her sharp eyes caught a shadow moving through the glass of her office door. Clara,her virtual assistant, was at her desk, but something about her posture seemed off- too tense and too rigid. Daniela’s instinct kept on telling her something was wrong somewhere.Pushing the door open quietly, She greeted Clara, her tone formal and observant.“ Good
The palace was quiet—too quiet. Even the birds that usually fluttered outside the grand windows of the king’s chamber were absent, as if nature itself mourned the weariness of the man within.Alexander sat on the edge of his bed, the heavy robe of royalty pooling around him like a shroud. The golden crown, once proudly perched upon his head, now lay abandoned on the floor, its polished surface reflecting nothing but a broken legacy.He had sent the servants away hours ago, requesting solitude. But truth be told, he had been alone for far longer than that—ever since Daniela left, ever since the boy vanished. Ever since he traded his humanity for power.The voices from the past echoed relentlessly in his mind."You want her to be queen? There is a way…""Put this powder in her drink. It will cloud her mind and draw her to you.""Rub this oil on your palms before you touch her—she will not resist.""You must act fast. The elders are watching. You need an heir."At the time, it all seemed
The palace was quieter these days—too quiet for a man who once ruled with noise, power, and pride. Alexander sat by his window, fingers toying with a half-filled goblet of wine. Outside, the moonlight brushed the edges of the thatched palace roof, casting ghostly shadows on the walls. Chisom had long drifted to sleep, her breathing soft, steady. But Alexander was wide awake—again.It had been six moons since she was brought to him, her skin soft as silk, her smile gentle, her body yielding. Each night, she came to his bed, and each night, he held hope in his loins and in his heart. But morning always came with the same bitter emptiness. No signs. No whispers of cravings. No swelling belly. No child.He had tried everything—spiced roots, fertility herbs from the palace medicine woman, and even late-night rituals performed by the native priest. Still… nothing.Alexander rose from the bed, pacing the cold marble floor with heavy feet. A fire burned in the hearth, but it did little to tha
The morning sun filtered through the bright white curtains of their new apartment, casting golden rays across the hardwood floor. Lydia stirred beneath the duvet, her hand instinctively reaching out to the other side of the bed.Empty.She blinked, sat up, and glanced around. The soft scent of brewed coffee and toasted bread teased her nose. A smile curled on her lips.He’s in the kitchen again.Throwing on a light robe, she padded down the hallway and into the warm, open space where Gabriel stood shirtless, wearing joggers and flipping pancakes with an exaggerated chef’s flair.“You’re going to burn them,” Lydia teased, leaning against the doorframe.Gabriel turned, spatula in hand, and grinned. “And good morning to my beautiful wife.”She walked up to him, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind. “Good morning, chef husband.”He kissed the top of her head, then plated a stack of fluffy pancakes. “I thought we could eat on the balcony today. The sun’s not too harsh yet.”They
The early morning sun filtered through the intricate lattice windows of the palace, casting golden shapes across the polished floors. Drums beat faintly in the distance, signaling the dawn of a new day—and a new queen.Chisom sat quietly on the edge of a carved mahogany bed, her feet barely touching the polished ground. Around her, the royal maids fluttered like bees, tying her hair into delicate loops, rubbing her arms with perfumed oil, and whispering instructions she barely absorbed.“Your new robe, my queen,” one of the maids said, presenting a cloth woven with silver threads and royal blue patterns. “You must wear it before you greet the king.”Chisom nodded faintly, still unsure how to wear the title of "queen" in her heart. The palace air was thick—not just with incense, but with the weight of expectation. She could feel it in the walls, in the eyes of the elders who measured her with unspoken judgment, and in the stiff bow of the guards who had served another before her.As sh
The palace air brimmed with anticipation, thick like a brewing storm. Inside the grand hall, the scent of burning incense drifted from gold-plated bowls, curling in the air like whispers from the ancestors. Soft drums echoed in the background, played by two palace boys, steady and ceremonial. The marble floors had been scrubbed to glass-like shine, reflecting the rows of candles burning along the corridor.Alexander sat on the throne, robed in deep crimson, his royal crown resting heavy on his head. His face was unreadable—a mask of calm, yet behind his eyes, something stirred. Pain. Memory. Resignation. This was not how he envisioned choosing a queen.Beside him, a guard stood silently, holding a scroll with the names of the maidens. The chamberlain motioned, and the doors opened.One by one, the virgins began to enter.The first maiden, Awele, stepped forward with her head lowered, her feet bare, anklets chiming with each timid step. She was beautiful—smooth dark skin, full lips, an
The sky above the palace bled into a melancholic gray, the sun hiding behind thick clouds as though mourning with the king. The royal garden, once Daniela’s favorite place, stood untended. Wildflowers grew in stubborn defiance through cracks in the once manicured paths. The scent of blooming hibiscus clashed with the scent of time—that old, dusty silence that lingered in places where laughter had died.King Alexander stood still on the palace balcony, arms crossed behind his back, cloaked in heavy velvet. He wasn't the same man he was two years ago. The weight of loss had carved lines into his once-youthful face. His shoulders drooped beneath invisible burdens. Power still clothed him, yes, but it no longer fitted him like pride—it clung to him like grief.His eyes scanned the horizon—the same trail Daniela had once fled down with the child. The same trail the guards had failed to watch. His jaw clenched at the memory.Every now and then, he imagined seeing her figure walking back, ch
The evening of the engagement party felt like a dream to Lydia. The grand ballroom was bathed in warm, golden light. Crystal chandeliers hung high above, their glimmering reflections dancing across the polished marble floor. The walls were adorned with intricate tapestries, depicting stories of love, fortune, and legacy. Every corner of the room was carefully designed to evoke luxury, but it was the people who made it truly come alive.Guests murmured and laughed in soft clusters, champagne glasses clinking as they raised their toasts to Gabriel and Lydia. They had all come from different walks of life—wealthy socialites, business moguls, close friends of the family. But tonight, there was one thing that united them all: the promise of the future, the joining of two lives. Gabriel stood at the center of it all, a striking figure in a tailored suit, his posture confident but warm as he greeted guests. He was the picture of a man who had everything under control. But as his eyes scanned
The soft light of the morning sun was seen through the blinds, spilling its warmth over the living room of Gabriel’s apartment. Lydia sat on the sofa, her bare feet tucked under her as she scrolled through a wedding magazine, lost in thought. The room was filled with the rich scent of freshly brewed coffee, and the faint hum of the city outside only added to the quiet peace of the moment.Gabriel had just stepped out of the shower, a towel draped low on his hips, his hair still damp. He smiled as he saw her lost in the magazine, the occasional flutter of the page drawing her attention. It was one of those simple, perfect moments that made him feel like everything he’d ever wanted was right here.“You look like you’re plotting world domination,” Gabriel teased, stepping into the kitchen, his voice a warm caress.Lydia glanced up from the pages, offering him a playful scowl. “I’m plotting the perfect wedding, thank you very much. There’s a difference.”“Ah, my mistake,” he grinned, lean
Dark clouds thickened above the palace like a warning, casting long shadows that crept along the courtyard stones. A heavy silence hung in the air, broken only by the occasional rustle of dry wind against the banana trees that lined the palace fence.Alexander stood stiffly near the throne room window, eyes fixed on the sky. When the priest finally arrived, the guards ushered him in with reverence. The old man’s steps were slow, but his presence demanded respect. His hair, thick and snowy white, spilled down to his shoulders like ancestral feathers. His robe, dyed deep maroon with sacred herbs, carried the scent of ancient incense.He bowed slightly, then looked up. His eyes—milky but sharp—settled on Alexander’s face. “You sent for me, Your Highness?”Alexander gestured toward a mat. “Sit. There is trouble in the land.”The priest slowly lowered himself, folding his legs under him. “I know,” he said softly, voice like wind brushing through dried leaves. “The spirits whispered last ni