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54~ Finally
Steven's point of view.
Mr Langford arrived in New York last night. He was the man who Marenda stole from and ran away.
After contacting him and telling him of the girl who stole from him location, he said he was coming to New York.
Daniel called to tell me of his arrival yesterday and we planned on meeting him today. I looked at myself on the mirror with sympathy while I wore my shirt.
I looked rough and unkept, my beards were not shaved and my hair was messy. I haven't been able to eat for the past days since Naomi left.
I remembered her father's threat and I got private investigator looking for her. There have gotten no idea where she w
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Steven's point of viewThe joy of knowing you would be a father was something I never expected to be exciting before. I mean I knew it was great but that feeling was way beyond what I thought.I rushed back to meet the doctor, "Thank you so much!" I thanked the doctor."Hope she's fine?" I asked him."Yes, she is and I mean, you can see her now," he said to me and walked away. Just as he walked away, Naomi's father came rushing into the hospital with Angela.Third person's point of viewLife for Raymond has been hard ever since Angela was diagnosed with an
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Steven's point of viewHer words came to me as shock at first but I got over it. I knew I have to assure her and let her know she is the only one i want and no one else."It's a really long story Treasure, but I will tell you for sure," i said to her.I started narrating from the night I made her cry and how I left the house. I explained to how we figured out who Marenda was and what a conniving bitch she was.I told her how Marenda has been an illegal resident in America and how she was caught and taken back to Scotland to face the law of her country."Wow!" She muttered."A lot
Unlike charges Prologue
Steven's POVThe chattering of glass did not faze me as I looked at the beautiful, attractive, and seductive woman in front of me dressed in transparent lingerie.Her red hair packed in a ponytail, her lips painted with a deep red lip gloss. She was in a six inch stiletto, her hands running down her waist to her hips, walking seductively close to me, making sure to bite her lips once in every moment.I shivered when I felt the hardness of my mini me poke through my pants. How can she make it so hard without touching me? "Fuck!" I muttered, why were the bad things more pleasurable than the good things?"So daddy," Marenda whispered seductively when she got closer to me, resting her palm on her shoulder."Fuck" I cussed when she
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Naomi's POVTo say life is fair would be an overstatement because all my days on earth, life has always cheated me and right now was an example of that in the form of the news I just received.Last week, my dad was informed that his dwindling business had gone bankrupt. How he had scampered off in a bid to find a solution to the problem. So here we were, all seated in his office at home with my mouth hanging open at the magnitude of the information he has just dumped on me as my birthday gift.I have been betrothed to one of the biggest billionaire's sons.The news sent me back to the past and the painful reminder of
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Naomi's POVMy fingers subconsciously went to my lips so I could bite down on my nails. It was a habit that was cultivated out of nervousness; putting one leg in front of the other, I tried to strike a pose but shuddered at the person staring back at me from the mirror.My soon-to-be father in law called and set a time and venue for me to meet his son. I didn't have a say in the matter, I was like a puppet that was being controlled only that I was aware of what I got myself into.
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Steven's POV"Why are you back so early?" Marenda asked immediately I walked into the penthouse; her arms were crossed on her chest, pushing her D cupped sized breasts up.She had come back after I agreed to meet up with Naomi and was even the one who picked out my choice of outfit for the meetup, delaying me by a few minutes for some intense makeout session."The dinner date didn't go well," I replied."What happened?" The harshness of my reply didn't bother her."See, Marenda. I can't do it, I can't marry someone I don't love." I tugged on the root of my hairs in frustration. "You are the one I want, why can't you see that?""I love you too, why can't you also see that?" She questioned with her hands flailing by her side. "And if you can't do this little thing for our future, then forget about me."Th
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Steven's POVMarriage was a union between two souls that were madly in love with each other but as I stood in front of the mirror, staring right back at the man wearing a grey suit with suede shoes and hair gelled to perfection, the only thing I felt was disdain. Disgust for the fact that I couldn't do anything to break free from this sham of a marriage; for the fact that I was going to repeat the marriage - divorce cycle my father had started.Life was fond of granting all my wishes but always with its own deadly twist.Straightening my shoulders, I put on a fake smile, I was ready for this show to begin.***My wife-to-be was hanging off the arms of her father with a veil covering her face; the colour of her gown was the opposi
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Naomi's POVI was standing in front of the wardrobe, clothes pooled at my feet in a mess of different colours. For an hour I had been searching for the right outfit to wear for the interview, something that would impress both my husband and the interviewers; a dress that fit my new position as the wife of a billionaire heir.At the same time, I wanted Steven to look at me as more than a pauper, more than a charity case he was helping his father out with, for the disdain in his eyes to shift even if it was momentarily, to a pleasant emotion.The makeup artist was already on her way yet I was as undecided as I first was when I opened this massive wardrobe. The problem with having too many outfits was making a choice; gowns of different colours stared back at me, skirts, shirts, blazers, trousers and jackets from well-known de
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