...She pulled away, clearing her throat. "Since we're on that topic. Can you accompany me to my friend's night party?" She asked, blinking twice. It was all written on her face how she wanted my response to "I don't think that's...," I was still talking when she cut me off."I mean, he's not really my friend 'cause he once betrayed my trust but I've moved on long ago," she said, taking a sip of her drink. Trying to cover the look of hurt on her face.I sighed, crawling an inch closer to her. "Do you wanna talk about it?" I asked.She looked at me and bit her inner lips. "It's all in the past. It's just a guy I was unfortunate enough to cross roads with during my second-year semester. That was two years ago and I'm now in my finals. We fell in love at first sight like all fantasy stories begin. I thought he was my night in shining armour. My prince charming and I was his Cinderella with the missing silver shoe. Little did I know it was my own wild imagination." He huffed, continuin
. . . "I have a plan A. We'll escape through the window, then we bolt through the backyard gate. It's already late so it's definitely locked against intruders. Then again... I have a spare. Let's just pray there's no one watching over the gate." She said, exhaling. "Wow! That's a nice plan. But how'd you get your hands on a spare one?" I asked, curiously. "Um. Your husband gave it to me the day he bolted from home. Let me check if I even brought it with me. I always bring it along in case an emergency like this one, occurs." She said, searching through her things. After a few seconds, she found it. "Yepii! it's here!" She shouted, excitedly, locking eyes with me. "Come let's move." She slowly shifted the opening of the window able to slip herself in. I huffed. Not in relief cause it never really mattered if we were able to slip off the night or not. At least not to me, it didn't. I still couldn't believe I was doing this. I thought, inwardly. Once she was out, I sneaked out,
...Sophie.I followed Daphne's lead as we entered the night hall. The different fluorescent lights shining all over the place were blinding. The deafening rock music fueled my senses and it was apparent that every person present there with them was in for a long show. The night vibe was killing. The party clubbers were of course, massive.Daphne held my hand like some child whom she wouldn't like to lose amidst all these crowds as we made our way, shoving people aside until we found a joint that was by far less noisy. She pushed back a chair and sat me down on it, going ahead to sit beside me. My eyes took in every little detail as it roamed around the place. We weren't the only people waiting to be attended to. There were many others and they probably had the same reason for finding peace and serenity here instead of the lively dancefloor.Before I knew it, I was already the centre of attention. Hungry men's attention as they undressed me with their lustful gazes. One of them smi
Chapter 59Fake marriage with the billionaire playboy..."Fascinating. I can be an exception, then. That ring shouldn't define you. Don't let it cage you in the name of marriage. Not all marriages work. You might think you love him now but you two will grow apart in the end. It's no curse. All marriages, drift apart as time goes on. You can hardly find one that lasts in this century." He said the words like a sane human. Like he was actually making sense when as a matter of fact, he was losing his mind.I scoffed. Dumbfounded. What century did he think he was still living in? God. To think I could even have a proper conversation with such a man was alarming.He continued. "Your husband doesn't need to know. I can replace him. Just say the word." He got off my face. At some point, I was tempted to drag his grey hair and pull it all out but I tried to be a lady. To do as I was taught. Manners and courtesy. If it were my mother."I don't hide anything from my hubby and you can never
..."I beg of you," I found myself begging but it fell on deaf ears."Dream on." He smirked, adding more pressure around my waist as I beat and slammed my fragile fists on his unmoving body but he still wouldn't let go. He didn't even budge. "Let go of me! Spike, I said you should fucking let go of me! Please...," I cried, wrangling to get out of his grasp.He scoffed, shaking his head. "And like I said... it's never gonna happen again, Sophie. We still have a lot of catch-up to do. Now I'd say you remain quiet and don't make a scene or your punishment would be more severe." He warned.Punishment. I gulped hard on that particular word, and finally, I stopped throwing punches at him. I knew I had given in quickly, however, I never stopped weighing my options. I had no chance against a man like him who could easily overpower me a thousand times. He'd probably impose his sadistic rights over me when we were alone, outside of this suffocating vicinity and that fear brought out the figh
...We never talked till we reached our destination. Lorenzo parked his car and came down. I had to admit I missed my child just a few hours of being apart from him. My gaze swept around the entire building as I searched for the guard to whom I entrusted Miguel. Successfully finding the two of them, I ran to the poor guard first, thanking him wholeheartedly as I took over. Miguel relaxed in my arms, kicking out his arms and feet, excitedly as he clung to me. He was with one of the bodyguards. I knew he'd wake up if he suspected I was gone. My baby boy always knew when I was near. He could always feel his mother's presence and I don't ever wanna be apart from him, again. I thought getting emotional as a tear of contentment slipped down my cheeks.What would've happened if I was dragged away by that heartless monster? Shaking off the thoughts, I sighed. Relieved. Lorenzo had had enough of the drama as he grabbed my wrist, dragging me along with him as we stepped inside the house. H
...After what occurred between him and Sophie, he'd retired back to his Golf room, to do some thinking. Her hatred for him must have jumped to a higher level but discipline is always important when there are rules. Her behaviour was uncalled for which nearly endangered her life. It was only necessary that he reminded her of what happens when she goes against his orders as well as rules.Lorenzo stood up and removed his jacket, he folded it and placed it on his chair. He grabbed his glass of champagne and took a sip before easing it down on the table. He turned on the satellite radio as the melodious music wafted all over the place. He squared his feet and aligned his shoulders as he gripped the club and stood directly behind the ball. Exhaling, he bent his knees."Father wants me to be in charge," he soliloquized, his eyes never leaving the ball as he positioned his arms nice and straight and took a swing. The ball rolled straight into the hole. "Bullseye," he shouted and took ano
...Webster was in his office. He was finally done rounding up the last project he had in hand as he slammed his laptop shut and shifted the files on his desk. He took his cell phone from his P.A.'s hand and scrolled through his call log. That was when he was informed by his assistant that his son had called but she didn't want to disturb him. He'd waved her off as a smile crept up his face as he listened to the voice message."That's more like it. It's how it should be. I guess his wife did a good job of convincing his stubborn son. If not there was no how his son would have accepted the offer. Not so easily." He said to himself.Webster took his telephone and called on his assistant, telling her her presence was needed in his office. He dropped the telephone afterwards.Instantaneously, the door opened and a young woman came in. The same woman he'd waved off a few minutes ago. She walked majestically towards his desk and stopped with unfinished documents held firmly in her hands.