"Listen to me, man, I do not want anything less inferior to the latest model. I don't care about the price. Just have it delivered to my doorstep and get your cash."This was the voice of Elena in her office. Rosa was sitting across her, her lips turned down at the corners in an amused surprise. She had many questions on her mind, Elena could guess.And the moment the call ended, she dived at her with questions."Babe, did you just order a 5 million dollar yacht as though it was a box of pizza?"But instead of answering, Elena beamed and raised a finger, as she had another call."Hi, Mr. Donald, how is the process of the customisation going?" she asked . A pause of wait. "Good. I shall be sending three men to your company in an hour. Men who are skilled in gold and jewelry, and they will test the authenticity of that Rolex watch. Are we clear, sir?"After another pause that left Elena nodding in satisfaction, she ended the call. Then she placed her hands on the table and leaned forwar

As Elena packed the trunk, she tried but failed to wave off what she saw today as amusing. Was Plum really having a thing with Ethan, of all persons? Ethan was a flirt, all right, but there was a deeper connection Elena felt existed between them. Plum had a spark in her eyes as she hugged him. Elena shook her head and picked up a baby toy tambourine."If you've fallen in love with Ethan, my dear Plum," she said to the tambourine, "get ready to wade the troublesome waters of emotions and heartbreak."Liam had a stronger personality than Ethan; Ethan had a more visible soft spot. But Ethan, of late, was beginning to evolve into something unrecognizable. His language had changed, his physical looks were abandoned. He chased money too hard. And most times, he couldn't get it on his own.Elena zipped up the trunk and gave it a tap. Gifts for the baby girl. Yesterday, she had witnessed with tears in her eyes as Chelsea pushed her baby into the world. They had been allowed into the delivery

When Elena's phone began to ring one early morning, she reached for it quite lazily. But as she checked the screen, it wasn't a call; it was an alarm with bold letters screaming: "AND IT'S THE 6TH MONTH!"At first, her brain was blank and couldn't process the meaning of this. Or even remember when she'd set the alarm. Then she did. And with it came her own shouting."Woohoo!"She jumped out of bed and headed straight to the shower. It was when the water hit her that she realized she was still in her nightgown. Frustrated and laughing hysterically, she pulled it off her body and shouted the more. "It's the sixth month, it's the sixth month," she sang as she thoroughly scrubbed the sponge all over body. "My baby is going to open his eyes to the world once again in a million years! Woohoo!"With her naked body plastered with lather, she stood in front of her mirror and held a shampoo bottle as a microphone and sang sweet nonsense. She gyrated to the sound of the shower, twisting and rol

Liam allowed himself to be led through high gates. Which opened up to a magnificent mansion. "Hey," he said with a laugh "I've been here before."The lady they called Elena turned to him immediately. "Yes, yes, my husband. This is your house. You own all of this splendor and wealth.""I do?" That was so pleasing to him. Or was she just pulling her legs? "You aren't making jest of me, are you?" he asked."Of course not, sir," she answered. "You are Liam Hemsworth, the wealthiest man in New York."As she spoke, she began to cry. Asides from irritation, Liam felt a kind of pity towards this lady. And she was damn hot."Are you a maid in the house?""No, darling," she cried. "I am your wife. Your lawfully wedded wife."Now there goes the lie again, he thought. He leaned forward. "Now, listen to real good, woman, I don't know the stunt you are trying to pull. Neither do I know what you intend to achieve by these lies. But let it be known to you that I am not married. I am a single hot man

"A month has passed since you recovered from the coma," Liam's father told him one day in Liam's room. "Are you sure you still don't grasp anything?"Liam had a frown on his face. Why was this old shaky father of his in his room? It was barely morning."What's that face for?" his father asked. "You can't say you don't recognize me, too. I raised you from day one. You can't—""I never said I don't recognize you," Liam said through gritted teeth. "Neither am I worried about recognizing anything. I can remember pretty well who I am." Again, anger welled up inside him. The more these people told him that he had lost his memory, the more he believed it. And the more his belief grew, the more he was agonized, because he tried so hard to remember. This constant terror pushed him away from coming home. That was why he preferred to stay in the club all night, and returned only when he believed they were all asleep."Do you remember you had an accident?" his father asked for the umpteenth time