Danica was lost in thought. Everything seemed so bizarre. If she opted for the others, the money wouldn't be enough to settle all the people Daniella owed. She recalled her encounter with that guy at the club. He was so scary. Unless she could pray for a miracle, this was her only option. However, will she lose herself in the bid to save her sister? Was this her way of showing her love to her sister or was it her cross to carry? Everything seemed blurry and she lacked the right answers. Beads of sweat began to form on her forehead, as her throat felt dry. "Water," she requested. Jeff gave her a bottle of water from the fridge. Daniella took a sip and continued to battle with her thoughts. "Can I live in my own house?" "No. He has a place where you would be well catered for. You don't have to worry about anything," Jeff assured her. However, Danica felt muffled. She felt like she was going to be in a prison for nine months and leave her baby behind. There was no relief in all the an
Danica was upset, as her questions remained unanswered. She was still yet to meet the intended parent of the child she was going to carry. Throughout the drive, her mind was in shambles. The anxiety was becoming more and more unbearable, as she menaced on the contract she had just signed. What kind of intended parent was he? Will he treat the child well? Her mind drifted to rest mode, while sleep stole her. She woke up in a panic when she stared at her surroundings through the window. It was a lonely road with no vehicle or person around. Danica's anxiety grew as she asked, "Are we there yet?" "Almost," Paul responded instantly. "Why does this place seem far from town? It seems rather deserted," she observed. "Because it's his safe house," Paul said frantically. Danica pouted. She realized her questions only gained answers that increased her anxiety but she couldn't help asking anyway. She knew that aside from spies and criminals, normal people didn't need or use a safe house. The
The next day, Danica woke up feeling desolate. The expanse of the posh room swallowed her. She decided to fill in the void by preparing breakfast. She was bored staying without doing anything and used her time to do all the cooking at different times of the day. This new life seemed doubting to her in the sense that she felt sluggish. Cooking in a place like this could not be compared to the restaurant where she could cook for hundreds of different customers a day. The worse was, no one would give her the answers she craved. Life proceeded as Danica continued to cook under pretense while she waited patiently for the intended parent who never showed up. A week passed and she couldn't take it anymore. She comprehended that the more time it took for her to conceive, the longer she was bound to stay. When she perceived that Paul knew more about the intended parent than Mabel, she turned her frustrations on him. After breakfast one morning, Danica called Paul to the lounge. Paul had no id
Relief wiped over Paul. He was in high spirits and waited for his best friend. He had spoken to him on the phone for a long time but it's been over two years since he saw Loney face to face. Nonetheless, hours passed and Loney had not arrived. Paul's eyes were heavy, as sleep stole him. All was quiet in the mansion with almost everyone asleep. There were just a few guards around. Loney left the field exhausted after supervising the repairs of some of his machines which had been attacked by Ray's spies. He intended to deal with Ray instantly but due to the threat he received from Danica through Paul, he decided to go over to the mansion. His only need at the moment was a child to inherit all he had toiled for. If that didn't happen, then everything goes to charity. However, when he recalled the first time he saw Daniella in college, his mind instantly went into a confused mode. Daniella was beautiful and bubbly. The guys loved her and Loney was obsessed with her yet he couldn't approac
It was Sunday and Daniella was dressed for church. She waited patiently for Herty, who showed up as promised. Herty kept thinking about how she was going to explain things to Jones. Jones was always all over Danica, therefore, it would be practically impossible to keep him away from Daniella. She also feared that Daniella might not be truthful to her words and destroy Danica's reputation. Whichever way, when she arrived at Daniella's house, her eyes popped out in concussion with Daniella's outfit. "Where do you think we are going? Please, Daniella, the church is different from a nightclub. "Herty didn't expect Daniella to be perfect but she at least expected her to be somewhat reasonable. Daniella looked relaxed, not showing a quota of responsibility. "This is like my most decent dress," she sat back on the couch and crossed her legs sparingly. It would have been quite unusual for Herty to allow her to have her way, which of course didn't happen. "Let's check Danica's closet. You s
Loney went to his head office to take care of some urgent matters. As soon as he took of his safety booth and hard hat, his secretary Marie walked in. She held an envelope in her right hand. Loney frowned in suspicion. “Why didn’t you call to inform me that there was a parcel waiting for me? What if I hadn’t come here?” “Ernest told me that you were on your way here,” she smiled. “I see you and your bodyguard are getting close,” Loney wasn’t angry but his face was grim. An embarrassing smile crossed Marie’s face. “It’s not like that. He received the parcel when I was preparing a report.” Loney observed her discomfort and dismissed her, “Call Carlos for me.” Carlos entered his office as soon as Marie stepped out. Money attention was in his computer as he spoke, “How long have you known that Ray was here in Mexico?” Carlo wasn't surprised at Loney’s sudden question. Money doesn't always allow him to go everywhere with him but he also wants a job done as soon as he gives the instruc
Loney’s face lightened up in anticipation when a notification of an email popped in the corner of the screen of his laptop. He clicked it open instantly, when he saw that it was from Dina. His expression became unreadable as he glanced at the pregnancy test attached. He dialed her phone number instantly, "which of the samples did you take?" "Blood sir, just as you instructed.” He paused for a moment and said, "Send it to her." Danica received an envelope, instantly understanding that it was the test result. She opened it eagerly to be met with disappointment. She wasn't pregnant. "It means you will meet with the master again. Don't worry, these things are unpredictable, especially when it's not done at the right time." Mabel tried to console her when she noticed her disappointment. Meanwhile, Danica hadn't understood Mabel’s words. "What do you mean by that?" "Well, negative doesn't mean that you are not fertile. It only means that it happened at the time your eggs weren't release
Daniella's face was drained of colour. Her mind went on a rampage of a search for reasonable answers. "Well, I….I stopped going to work because I don't remember how to cook," she wasn't sure whether Jones believed her and waited eagerly for his response. Jones was deep in thought, remaining expressionless. However, he astonished Daniella with his response. "I see. I will help you." "Wait, you cook also?" Daniella grimaced excitedly. She was very comfortable around him, her trust increasing each time like a ball of fire. "You taught me how to cook," Jones shrugged and continued. "At the shelter, during the times we ran short of cooks, you never allowed the homeless to go hungry, no matter how exhausted you were from work, I was always there to help and you taught me a lot," Jones recalled. "I'm just returning a favour," he winked. Jones was trying his best to make Daniella, who he thinks to be Danica, remember her past. He had been friends with Danica for ages and they have taken par