NatashaMy world is crashing right before my eyes and there is nothing I can do about it. It’s as if my hands are tied and that can be frustrating. I’m tempted each day to take alcohol but this damn baby always stops me. I’m six months gone and I don’t think alcohol is going to do both me and the baby any good.I walked aimlessly into my house, having fired all the staff in the space of one week, and there was no one to say a word to me. My temper and their clumsiness weren’t agreeing hence the reason each one keeps walking out of that gate each day.My feet carried me to my mum’s room. I stopped outside her door, placed my head on it, and wrapped my hand around the door knob. Inhaling and exhaling loudly, I tried to keep myself from crying. Forty years in imprisonment isn’t life; I guess she’ll be out by the time she’s ninety-five.A stifled cry escaped my throat as I opened the door and walked into her room. My son will be forty years by the time she’s out! This is fucking ridiculou

Xavier Like in the cinema, I watched everything play out. The internet is going crazy due to Veronica’s disappearance. The few who didn’t believe that Vera killed her husband claim that Veronica ran away because she couldn’t bear the guilt of giving false testimony in court. The other few claimed that Natasha did something to her for speaking the truth in court. They strongly believe that Natasha knows something about her father’s murder and should be investigated too. Others also claimed that Veronica was paid to testify, and the person who paid her has silenced her so she wouldn’t speak the truth later in the future.Natasha on the other hand has been quiet. According to Angela, she returned to the office but the board immediately held a meeting, requesting or more like ordering that she avoids the office environment for now because the press has nothing good to write about her. She’s slowly losing her support and it’s only a matter of time before they tell her to step down as the

Susan“This is different from the rest, I can feel it and I know it. What I feel for him can’t be compared to what I felt for others. This goes beyond mere infatuation with his fine face. I want more from him.” I need more from him.Mary stopped painting her lips with the lipstick and stared at me with furrowed brows. “You say this same thing about every guy that you’re about to get obsessed with.” She responded. “Maybe I should put a call across to Mrs. Stevenson.”Mrs. Stevenson is my therapist or should I say was and I hate it when someone mentions her name in a conversation. “I’m not crazy Mary, stop insinuating that I am.”“I’m not saying that you’re crazy,” she drawled out slowly, choosing her words carefully. I mean, she has to; the last time she got me upset while I was driving, I sent us crashing into a traffic pole. “All I’m saying is that it isn’t right for you to feel this way for someone.”“Why?” I increased my speed. “Why am I not allowed to love someone?” Mary’s hand he

SusanI’m evil and I know it. Sometimes, I feel it was passed down to me by my mother; that woman was a badass bitch when she was alive. Bless her soul. Staring at myself in the mirror, I smiled at my new look. Instead of my usual ginger curl, I decided to dye my hair black and straighten it out; why? Because Angela’s hair is black and it’s straightened out. I believe it will be easier for Xavier to fuck me if I look like his little miss perfect. My phone buzzed on the dressing table, taking my attention away from the mirror. Wiping the smile off my face, I reached forward and picked up the phone.The person on the phone isn’t someone I would like to talk to but then I have to, or he’ll take the next available flight to New York. I swiped the receive icon. “Hello, papa.”“Hello, princess.” He cleared his throat. “How is New York treating you?”“Fine.” It’s actually fun being here. Having to try seducing Xavier into my bed is worth my time and energy. “Are you calling because it’s mam

XavierThat moment was surreal. One moment everybody was happily cheering my wife and the next minute, everyone rounded her with panicking faces. I rushed out of my seat and raced towards the runway where my men already formed a formidable wall around her, keeping the crowd and paparazzi away from her. They created room for me the moment I raced toward the circle.Falling on my knee, I cradled my wife’s head and patted her cheek lightly, a futile attempt to wake her up. With the show long forgotten, I got rid of my suit jacket and hers too. The next thing that came to mind was to check her pulse.With trembling fingers, I picked up her suddenly cold hands, too cold to be considered normal. Thankfully, I felt her pulse. “Angela?” I resumed tapping her cheek. “Come on baby, wake up…” Settling my ass on the floor, I balanced her well on my thighs. “Come on baby…open your eyes.” She remained unresponsive. “Open your eyes goddammit!”“The ambulance is almost here.” Lucas formed me.My pou