FLASHBACK “A man must never lay his hand on a woman, no matter how mad he is,” Desmond told Naya, as she gave him her torn bag to help her fix. Naya was 13 years old at that time and Desmond had recently moved into their home. He was now called her father and everyone told her to bear his surname Aurora. She remembered exploring her school premises telling everyone that she was Naya Aurora. "Naya what now?" Some asked in confusion, wondering why she would change her surname from Chase to Aurora. "Aurora is a cool name, isn't it?" She would flaunt it like it is some reward. It was definitely a reward for her because she deeply loved the name a lot. The name reminded her of how lucky she was to be strongly affiliated with a man who wrote very good books and sang beautiful songs in the name of her mother. “What if the woman gets out of control and persuades the man to hit her?” Naya asked, as her father placed the torn bag into a polytene bag. He was probably going to give it to his

Naya didn’t expect Lovelyn to snatch the child from her the way she did. The rage in her voice and her clenched teeth showed how much she wanted Naya out of their lives at all cost. Brett frowned at her immaturity and tried to calm her nerves. “Would you cut it off!” He scolded impatiently. “She is only trying to be quiet right now. But I am done with the way you bully her. What has she done to you and why do you hate her this much?” Lovelyn cuddled the child with a nonchalant stare. “I am not blind, Brett. I know a threat when I see one,” she avoided her husband’s stare. “Surrogate or not. I will never let this lady near my child!” The nurses watched the drama with raised brows. Naya was very sure that they had a lot to gossip about them. The drama was obvious and people would find that juicy. A surrogate and a wifey fighting over a 1 day old…juicy! The child began to cry and Naya’s heart dropped. She wasn’t sure of why she felt so attached to her. “Bring her please. I need to

No matter how beautiful Brett’s eyes looked, or how pink his lips were, or how soft his hands were against her skin, she knew she couldn’t give in to the urges. His eyes looked so loving and gentle and his words enticed her ears like it has never done. His actions matched his personality, and she could tell he was a deep lover…a deep lover who cared about his wife.She could clearly remember their warm cuddle that night, and his breathing against her neck. The swelling of his manhood inside and the moans in her ears. She would never forget them. She wished they were all dreams and memories she wouldn’t have to relieve. But the sight of Hailey reminded her of that night. This was more reason she should give the child away. Someone cleared her throat, disrupting their moments. It was Doctor Dorris, giving them a very suspicious stare. “Is there anything I am supposed to know?” She asked Brett who looked embarrassed. He promptly drew away from Naya and let her be. “As far as I know, yo

The day Naya’s step father died, she was flabbergasted and confused. She remembered the police knocking on their door that morning and annoyings to them that his car had lost control while he sped. Naya’s mum was in tears. That was the first time Naya saw her feeling so heartbroken in years, and she hated it. As a 15 year old, all she could do was hug her mum from the side and try to be supportive. The relationship hadn’t lasted that long. They were barely married for two years and Naya was beginning to get used to calling him ‘Dad’. His death was a shock, but her mum’s mental health got her worried. What would they do now? How could she get her mum to find happiness again? The thought of her mum’s pain, reminded her of her baby. She just couldn’t bear the thought of giving her away. She knew she promised, but it was hard. No one said it was that easy. No one thought her not to get attached. Looking around as if she were a criminal, she hurried to the elevator and cuddled the baby so

Naya couldn’t tell why the bag was so heavy, but she knew she had to do what she was told. She was trembling nervously and each step she took spoke a ton. The bag was very heavy and it was difficult to tell what was inside. She was even too scared to check. “Remember not to freaking look back!” The lady roared behind her. The rain had stopped falling and Naya’s slippers slipped as she walked. “Is that the parcel?!” A masked guy hurried to her with a gun pointed to her. “Are you the delivery person?!” She wasn’t even sure of what to say. She nodded sharply and handed the parcel to him without a word. He looked around to be sure no one was looking before opening the bag to check what was inside. Very impressed by what he saw, he smiled and turned to Naya with a smirk. “Where is Gold Face?” He asked her with a harsh tone. “What?!” She was confused.“Where is fucking Gold Face?! Do you not understand what I am saying?!” He roared in anger. This was getting very intense. What the hel