Tasha took the driver’s seat of her car and settled in, her head now free from complicated thoughts that had moments before occupied it. The strategy was straightforward. In two days, she would become the wife of Fabian. She will go on a honeymoon with him and make him think that the child she will bear is his. And she would follow that by making herself the mother of his child and cementing her position in the family.In the process of driving and exiting the parking lot, a weight that had been held in her belly began to ease. She was no longer even panicking, rather everything was focused. She was going to give birth to Antonio and there was no way that she was not going to be Mrs. Antonio.She looked at the rearview mirror and smiled at herself with an assured smile. The wedding was the least part of it.Tasha maneuvered the car around the busy streets, her thoughts concerned with the possibilities of the future. People bustled around painting pictures on the streets, however, she
The date of the wedding was fast approaching, and she could feel the giddiness forming in her stomach, yet a nagging thought kept creeping back; it felt as though she was playing a game without knowing its rules. The child she carried would be Antonio and she would stop at nothing to ensure that her tomorrow was safe. She was prepared to seize her future and the wedding was just the first step.Luca was arching back and slouching against the wall of the barely lit room watching the commotions that were going on around him. There was a palpable tension in the room, inserting oneself into any form of business was a tension that dealt with the backstreets. He turned his head toward De Silva, who occupied a large, wooden mahogany table; several of his men, including some who had just come back from different missions, were also around him.“Doesn’t Ma’am Tasha look weird to you today?” Lucas asked when he turned his focus to the door Tasha had just walked out of, his voice containing more
Tasha laughed painfully, but it did not reach her eyes. “I am well. Just… I have had such a long day, I can tell you. I mean the wedding plans are kind of too much.” She opened the car slightly and used it to keep off Lucas, thinking it would put some space between them.Lucas frowned, unmoved. “Uh-huh. Stressful. But you’ve just been at the hospital, right? What’s the matter? You can’t just ignore that.”Tasha’s heart thumped again, but it was this time more out of anger than fear. “It’s none of your business. I’m simply taking a few tests in preparation for my wedding. I just want to look good for Fabian, that is all.”“Uh, okay,” Lucas answered, his voice laced with doubt. “But I have watched you when you are trying to cover up something. And you are the worst at trying to do that Tasha.”She gave him a look that could kill, annoyance barely contained. “What do you expect of me, Lucas? I don’t belong to you. I’m not your responsibility. Now, let me be.”“Not just yet,” he said, the
Tasha’s heart raced. “What do you mean?” She asked earnestly, dreading that he would say something creepily personal.“Let us just say that I have been listening,” he said.“I am simply helping you weigh your options and preventing any rash moves on your part.”“Appreciate it, but I will be okay. I am marrying Fabian, whether you like it or not,” she snapped, trying hard to be firm for her own sake.“Really? You think that’s going to solve everything?” Julian pressed further. “This is not just a wedding; there are issues of power, loyalty, and even more importantly, survival.”Tasha felt as if the walls were closing in. “I can manage it,” she asserted, and yet, his statement resonated.“Good. But don’t come crying to me when your plans turn out to be messier than you imagined,” he warned her before ending the call.Tasha remained standing in the middle of her apartment. Her heart was racing and she was furious, hiding it underneath the surface. Why cannot he just leave me alone? She u
Julian’s grin widened, fingers continuing to explore the small of her back. “We will see,” he said softly with his warm breath against her skin. “But remember, you can’t hide from your feelings for too long.”Those were the last words he spoke before letting her go, stepping back and regarding her with an infuriating look that seemed to know too much. Tasha gritted her teeth, fists on either side, trying not to lose her cool as she pulled her gaze from him and saw him exit her house. Frustration and a rush of anger coursed within her as she heard the door close behind him.Why is it that he always manages to irritate me?Tasha was paralyzed, looking at the walls of her apartment, unable to decide whether to respond to what she was feeling. She knew she had to pull herself together. A wedding was two days away, and Julian’s history with her was so troubling that she knew it would not bring everything down. But as the woman pondered, heart in disarray because of the man, there was also
Lucas paused, obviously conflicted. He was still quite faithful to De Silva. However, Tasha was now playing a different type of game that he did not see coming. He could read the steel in her gaze, the kind of rage that warned him that she was not one to mess with.After a brief, tense silence, however, he finally nodded. “Alright. I will help you look for her. But do not expect this to be easy.”Tasha smirked in satisfaction. “It won’t as long as you will comply with my demand.”As Lucas turned to exit the room, Tasha trailed after him carefully, thoughts racing in her head, Loretta. The very answer to everything. If she could just get Loretta, controlling the narrative- controlling Fabian, controlling De Silva, would be a walk in the park. Everything was beginning to fall into place, only for her to realize she had to do it quickly. It was not going to be long before the wedding and any wrong move could compromise everything.But for now, she was one step ahead.On the frigid floor,
Fear shot through her like an electric current as her heart raced within her chest. The invasive need to scream erupted within her, yet she stifled it, aware that her effort was futile, attentive to the fact that being vulnerable would be a liability. Hope was the last sane thread she clung to. And now she was even losing that.The frantic pacing that had been going on for several moments suddenly came to an abrupt halt. Nothing could be heard, not even a single word uttered. The next thing that happened was the door abated again and someone entered. The room was still dark with optimal illumination coming from a tiny prison cell window which was situated very high up. Loretta strained her eyes in an attempt to recognize the person, to no avail."Still clinging on, I see," a voice said. This time she was able to connect the voice to the person. It belongs to Lucas, who is one of De Silva's inner circle members.Loretta's body went tense at the sound of his voice. Tasha had some strang
Lucas offered a brief, understanding bow, already assessing the intricacies of duplicity and manipulation involved in the game. How was he not able to discern the fact that the players were all being positioned? Fabian, Loretta, Tasha, and even this woman, all quite literally, acted as mere pawns of a game much bigger than themselves, a game that the woman played with great finesse.“Do you have any other orders for me?” Lucas ventured to ask.The woman’s voice was devoid of emotion as she answered, “Monitor her. And make sure that no one gets into her personal space. If someone is capable of discerning our true purpose, dispose of that person.”Once again, Lucas inclined his head and stepped backward. “I will ensure that it is done.”And with that, he exited the enclosure, leaving the female figure in the dim-lit passage. She did, for a length of time, remain immobile, her mind entangled in her machinations. She was sure that at some point in time, Fabian would come in search of Lore