ANGELICA'S PLOT

The next day, I wasn't up till noon as I wasn't feeling too good, due to the terrible punch Brown had given me last night. It was as if he used a hammer in hitting my intestines. I was yet to recover from that, so Brown instructed his employees not to disturb me.

I was still sound asleep when a guard pushed the door and Brown got in, along with Aliyah.

And, as usual, she was here with lunch. While Brown was behind her.

She dropped the food and walked out to get the other ladies, who were booked to get me ready. It was going to be a long day, so they had to get me prepared on time.

Brown wore a casual white shirt with a brown short. His curly hair was neatly trimmed and his skin remained as smooth as ever.

He gently sat close to my bed, staring at my pale face. He admired my fair skin and touched my hair softly, with so much love in his eyes. 'I don't mind killing the world. As long as I have you…' He thought, while touching my smooth skin. 'What else can I do for you to love me back?