Her mum laughed affectionately and seemingly understood Tasha’s stand. "Anyway, it is, after all, your day, my sweetness, so enjoy it to the fullest." She embraced Tasha again, then drew away from her to steal another look. "Fabian is a fortunate guy, and today’s the start of something amazing."Tasha returned the smile, even if her mind was occupied elsewhere. No one suspected the truth that she carried three weeks pregnant, not with Fabian’s child. It was a fact she kept out of her consciousness, and one that she was not going to let out ever. An image of De Silva, the child’s father, entered her mind. She had not told him, and they had no way she would. This one already belonged to Antonio, whether she liked it or not. Because she had put in too much effort to get to this stage, and no one would stop her from achieving the life she desired.Once her mother exited the room, Tasha faced the mirror once again, her hands skimming the loose corset. Biting on her lip, she drew a deep bre
At the reception, the atmosphere was charged with merriment and music. Tasha welcomed the attendees with a radiant face and thanked them for coming. However, somewhere deep within her, she bore secrets that were far from pleasant.As Tasha stepped out of the scene for a moment to gather herself, there was a quick buzz in her pocket that she found disturbing. It was Julian. He texted her saying “I hope you are enjoying your big day. But remember what I told you.”That sent an icy shiver down her spine. Without delay, she replied: “Don’t even think of me.”Yet, as soon as she delivered that, the consequences of her actions began to overshadow her reasoning. Julian wouldn’t listen to her warning and she had to be careful knowing De Silva was watching her every move.At that moment, someone interrupted her train of thought. “You look fabulous, Tasha.”Turning to the direction of the voice, she saw Lucas coming toward her, a smile on his lips. “Having a good time?”“Sure,” she obliged with
Tasha allowed herself to lean on him, aware of the burden standing on his shoulders. “I hope they will give us a chance to enjoy ourselves.”As the car neared the dock, Tasha felt her phone vibrate again in her pocket. She did not want to pick it up, rather compounding the feelings she had in the dynamics of the present and ignoring the black clouds on the corners of her vision.“Let’s just take it positively,” she said in her tone trying to put in some cheerfulness.“Sure,” he said as he got out of the car, but she saw that his eyes reflected a sense of fear.Joining their hands together and breathing heavily, they proceeded towards the vessel. Tasha, however, felt her other life folding on her. The extravagant decor was at odds with what she was carrying inside. Except for this night, she would bat this down. She was Tasha Antonio, the wife who was going on her honeymoon.When they got to the suite, Tasha exhaled slowly and appreciated the cuteness of the room for a bit. The designe
Tasha was overtaken by gloom. It was her. Sad that she thought there could be a marriage that would bloom into something real. But reality was beginning to quench that hope. “We’re not simply roles,” she adamantly stated. “We can influence what lies ahead of us. We can strive for our desires.”Fabian returned his gaze to her, yet his eyes were mixed. “I want to have that faith, but there are elements even beyond us. De Silva will always be above us. The pressure.”“Then let us change those pressures,” Tasha cut in, annoyed. “We can redirect. There is a way to achieve contentment. The only requirements are us.”He appeared to consider her for a moment as if searching for something in her eyes. “If I cannot get out of this, I don’t want to pull you down with me,” he said, letting out his breath calmly"Fabian, I know you aren’t the problem here. We are one team here, remember?" She tried to reach him and placed her palm against his arm. "We have to help each other." You may feel caged a
Tasha exhaled deeply as she was on the verge of making a suggestion. “Maybe some pressure can be relieved; at least for tonight, it can,” she spoke seductively.“Wha-,” he muttered, discombobulated by her response to the situation, even as the glint in the look he regarded her with did not betray his interest.“Let’s not stress ourselves with any of that. Just you and me without commitments or obligations,” she said, her heart racing. “We can go to our room and do something like that.”He drawled looking annoyed with her for a brief moment. “Gosh, Tasha. I…”“Breathe, Fabian. We can navigate those waters, together,” she said, getting closer, her voice dropping to a sultry murmur, almost tickling his ear. “I want to spend the night with you.”His breath caught and she noticed the conflict in his eyes. Tasha knew the haze was working; his walls were coming down. The racist alcohol that surrounded him was making him more receptive to her.“Uh uh,” he relented at last, thickly at that. “L
With that, she lowered herself towards him, aligning her body to his, feeling the heat emanating from him. The anesthetic had inevitably worked its trick and relaxed him thus making him more receptive to her charms so she would not waste any opportunity.With the escalation of kisses, it was a reaction that empowered her. She was reclaiming her agency, making sure that there was an expansion of their relationship beginning that night. Everything was progressing to the kind of life she was designed, a life in which she was more than a wife, she was a spouse- someone he cared about and someone who made him stick around."Allow me to give you some comfort." Tasha had said, at the verge of their lips, looking deep into his eyes, her voice hoarse and sexy, as if that was not enough. The promise pregnant the room with expectation.She shook her head again, blushing, as she dipped and embraced him without hesitation, the sedative clouding the distance. Tasha felt victorious; she had struck w
Just as he entered his office, he could sense the presence of his employees, jubilant in all corners, with the usual morning gossip in full scale operation. It was strange for him to be back so soon, particularly considering the fact that he just got married the previous day. When he strolled through the lobby, all the heads turned and the room was filled with murmurs.‘Fabian! You’re back already?’ Emma, his aide, said with her eyes wide open and clearly astonished. She came in front of him with a staring looking clipboard. ‘I thought you’d take at least a few days off. ’He did not reply immediately thinking of his thoughts as heavy, he shrugged. ‘Getting hitches does not mean I should take a leave from work’, he said in a matter of fact voice. Emma looked at him but he was secretive. ‘But you could Take a bit of time off for adjustment. This is a new phase that you just entered in your life’.Fabian managed to smile but then it did not not extend to his eyes. “Life doesn’t wait fo
The moment Mikel entered Fabian's office, he couldn't help but snicker at the scene before him: Fabian sat behind his desk, rummaging through piles of paperwork. "Aren't you supposed to be on your honeymoon?" Mikel asked, his voice tinged with amusement.Fabian looked up, his eyes sunken and hardly acknowledging Mikel's greeting. "Do you have any lead?" he asked without getting into the courtesies, his voice laced with an undercurrent of urgency.Mikel's face turned grave. He shut the door behind him and sat down opposite Fabian. "Nothing concrete," he began, releasing a sigh. "We combed every angle, but no one thing points directly to De Silva or anyone else for that matter. Edward's been quiet. Maybe too quiet.Fabian finally leaned back into his chair and began to rub his temples. "So, what are you saying? It is now time to let go of Edward. You do not believe that he is involved?Mikel nodded slowly, but even as he spoke, his words didn't ring with conviction. "We don't have enoug