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Becca. Putting the last touch to my makeup, I stood upright to check my final look in front of the mirror and satisfied, I picked my purse to walk out of my small but comfortable room. As the only child of my old parents, I considered myself lucky to have my own space. Decorated in pink and purple, the room was a statement on feminism all through and through. Listening to the quiet voice of my parents presently, I paused slightly at the stairs, wondering if I should go forward or not. The thing is, they really do not want me to attend this party. Nope, that’s not how it is. Basic fact is, my parents don’t like me going anywhere outside the house if it’s not school. But, as a twenty year old girl who is now above the legal age, there is nothing much they can do about it. So yea, they are probably downstairs now in the hall, muttering and murmuring to each other about why I have to go to my friend’s birthday party. Truth be told, even though I don't feel much like going, I alrea
Christos.Walking nakedly out of the shower some minutes later, Christos swore again with bleary eyes, regretting the impulse to drink. He knew he was drunk which is why he had quickly left his friend’s engagement party to come back to his room for a sleep.Rubbing his head briskly with the white towel in his hand, he walked unsteadily to the door to flick the lock before moving staggeringly to the bed. Dropping the wet towel to the floor, Christos flipped the duvet and was surprised to see the back view of a fair maiden on his bed.‘Oh heavens! Why will Julius arrange a girl for me without informing me when I didn’t ask him for one?And why is she lying there pretending to be asleep? A street vixen pretending shyness? Hmm!’‘I guess I will just have to ignore her. Presently, I need more sleep than I need a siren. She will just have to bear with the disappointment.’ I decided tiredly before moving to the other side of the bed to lie down.But even in my incapacitated state, I can’t he
Becca.“Ohmygod, I’m a fool. What have I done?” Becca asked herself as she stared at the home test result on the bathroom slab.‘I’m pregnant. I’m pregnant. From a night of sex with a man I can hardly remember.’Even though I have tried to move the incident of seven weeks ago behind me and act like everything is normal, especially for the sake of my old parents, it is all I can think of right now, with everything staring me in the face.Allowing myself to face the horror of that day, I slumped to the floor of the bathroom as I got overwhelmed with everything. All I could remember about that night was walking unsteadily into the hotel room and removing my clothes as I fell into the bed that I thought belonged to my friend, Cindy. By the time I knew something was amiss, it was too late.I only woke slightly to the pleasure of something as I felt someone tugging softly on my breast. Groggy from the effect of sleep and tequila, I thought it was a game of love with my boyfriend, James. A
Becca.Six years and nine months later, our plane landed at the airport and I stepped into my town of birth, with my precious son and daughter beside me.But this time around, with more sophistication and prestige. Waking up one day with this sudden urge to take my kids back to their land of conception, I resigned from my job as a top executive designer of the Leo Guard Company in London.But this urge was not as sudden as I want you all to believe. The truth is, for ages, the twins, now five years and some months old, have been disturbing me about their origins. They knew we ain’t from the London part of the world and truth be told, it never crossed my mind to lie to them.‘Except where their father is concerned.’ A voice prodded but I ignored.Of course I can’t tell them the whole truth about their father as I also don’t know the truth. All I know is that he’s a broad chested bastard who took advantage of an innocent girl, and I can’t tell them that. Can I?So I fabricated some sto
Becca.As if Cindy and the kids understood what the moment meant to me, they suddenly went silent. And I was not surprised when I felt a comforting tiny hand slipping into my right hand at the other side of the car.Eric has always been a sensitive boy and of my two adorable children, sometimes I feel closer to him than any other person; more for his show of empathy and maturity at odd hours.Which of course is dangerous for my emotions because every damn time he does that, I can’t help but wonder. ‘Who was that man I slept with that night? Is this his face I’m seeing on my kids? This unique beauty people would not stop telling me can only be from a Greek gene?But one thing is sure, even though the little thing I know about the man stinks, I will never regret the existence of my children. It’s not even strange to say I’m a little glad their father, whoever he is, has a good gene.It would not have helped my situation at all if at the hospital, I was congratulated with less than ador
Becca.After Cindy’s bombshell about the company being among the biggest in the country, I had made sure I read more on them and oh mehn, I was surprised to learn that truly, The Fernandez Construction Company was considered to be the biggest and most successful not just in the country of Canada but in other ten business countries. Hmm, their success story was totally impressive and to think the young billionaire CEO single handedly raised the company from nothing to something made it more enjoyable to read.The only child of his parents, his Mum, May Fernandez, was actually a Canadian who grew up in Greece and got married to a Greek millionaire, Anthony Fernandez, and from all the stories about them, it was apparent they were so much in love, the Greece’s press never failed to write about them. Until an anniversary boat ride accident ended the life of Anthony Fernandez and his widow was left alone in the world with only her son to comfort her.As a matter of fact, it was rumoured t
Becca.Thinking of that now as I drove steadily down the lane that will take us to Fernandez's Headquarters, I gave my head a hard shake.‘It must have been pure joy, knowing I will be working for such dynamic man.’ I assured myself carelessly. But in the next moment I found myself thinking again.‘Focus, girl, focus.’ I warned myself calmly.“Turn left and go straight to the last junction.’ The voice on the map directed, as if it too was bent on making me focus.Rolling my eyes towards the ceiling of the car, I glanced to the back of the car to check on the twins. They have been quiet for some minutes now which is sometimes unusual. Seeing that they were occupied with their new story books, I smiled softly.The twins are my biggest treasure in life and they never fail to bring a smile to my proud face.Few minutes later, I saw the Fernandez billboard boldly staring at me and I turned off the map. It will no longer be needed, not with this head signal I can see even from a distance.S