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Danica's grip tightened around the mop, her stomach heated up. The sound of Loney's voice made her heart stop. She feared knowing who Loney truly was. She was frozen to the spot. She turned her head to meet his form. Her heart rate increased. His hairy well-sculpted chest, inviting exposed. He was only in his boxers. She quickly looked away. When Loney realized she didn't move, he strode towards her. He placed one hand gently on her shivering one on the doorknob, used his other hand to lift her chin, his eyes bored into hers. Danica felt hot flashes at his touch, she bit her lower lip, her heart thumped. She tried to look away, catching sight of something still red on his hand, then his head. Her heart froze. Worry saturated her, she couldn't tell why. Her voice shook as she spoke, "sorry, I was cleaning the bloodstains. I didn't mean to intrude." Loney's gaze darkened, "that isn't your job. You are supposed to be sleeping," his sounded alluring, Danica felt her muscles tighten. "Y
Loney woke up a few hours later. Most probably three. It was already morning. Which meant he had slept a bit longer than usual. Most times, three to four hours of sleep was enough for him. But when he came to the mansion, it was either an hour or two. He gently detangled himself from Danica, dressed up in his suit, since he was going to the office and left a note beside her after covering her with a blanket and adjusting the temperature of the air conditioner. Before he turned the doorknob, he took another long glance at her sleeping form on the bed, wondering how he was going to let her go after she got pregnant and delivered the child. He didn't think that he could live without her. Her gentleness, the humility in her tone, her beautiful features were all different from anyone he met. Throughout the time he spent with her, he couldn't feel any pain from his wounds. It was all complete excitement. Just as he descended the stairs, Paul stepped out of his room, amazed to see him in th
Ray couldn't take it anymore and decided to threaten Loney with something so dear. "Let's see you try. That presidential project might just go down," he sarcastically said, while he waited in anticipation of Loney's response. Surprisingly, The line went silent for almost a minute. Ray confirmed he had hit a sour spot in Loney this time. Internally, he gleaned with joy. However, when Loney spoke, he shocked the hell out of him. "I think I have tolerated this nonsense well enough. It's time it comes to a halt. This is your last warning. If anything happens with that contract, be it natural or man-made, it's on you and I will make sure that I kill you with my bare hands, and feed your useless corps to the vultures." Ray froze at the end of the line. He knew that Loney never made ideal threats therefore, without another word, he ended the call. Loney wasn't comforted. This was a big project and he wasn't going to let anything go wrong. Even though he knew his warning had sunk deep, he st
"No. He will never find out. As soon as I have the child, I will relocate. That way, I'm safe and Daniella will also be safe," Danica comforted herself. Regardless, Herty was more prudent this time and said, "Danica, I think you are playing with fire." "I think not. He will never know." Danica was adamant. After all, there was no way Loney would ever find Daniella. For as long as he inferred, she was dead and her death certificate was proof enough. "But what if he does? What if he finds out the truth?" Herty was disturbed as she asked. Danica bit her lower lip in deep thought, "what if he loves her? What happens to me then? He might not even want me to bear his child," she facepalmed the minute the words left her mouth and turned teary but Herty had already seen through her. "Is there more to this Danica? Do you love him? Tell me the truth," her voice was calm. She had never been in such a situation but she couldn't help feeling pity for her friend. "There is just something about
Loney was expectant. He couldn't wait to hear what Danica had to say to him. "Go ahead." Then, he recalled something and said, "Just a minute, I'll be right back." Danica sat back on the sofa while he strode out of the room to the truck and returned, a box in hand. "This is for you. You don't have to go through Paul to speak with me anymore." Even before she opened the box, she could tell by his word that it was a phone. Something tickled inside her. It was more than just appreciation. It was more of a connection. 'Does he feel the same way I feel about him?' She was in a daze. "Thank you," she muttered, her face lit. Her hand shook slightly with excitement, as she took out the phone from the box. This could only mean one thing, that Loney was beginning to trust her. However, Loney noticed her excitement and knew she might be thinking of calling her friend and especially when he recalled them speaking through Dr Jeff's phone with a J word they mentioned which he guessed to be a name,
Loney's attitude was neutral. He didn't speak immediately. Moreover, it wasn't the first time women threw themselves at him but what amazed him was how a high profile man like Governor Maxwell, could shamelessly give in to his daughter's silly demands. He patiently waited for later to continue; "So, I propose that you make this a love union. Both of you are single and that would be perfect. In return, I will keep all those mafias off your back and also give you all the government construction contracts. So what is your stand?" Governor Maxwell sipped on his wine and laid back leisurely knowing he had Loney cornered. The opportunity to walk around without watching over his shoulders had enough appeal. However, he was stunned when Loney spoke; "You flatter me, Governor Maxwell," the corner of his lips curled up as he continued, "and I must confess that your style of achieving your daughter's wish is quite impressive. Unfortunately for you, I'm not afraid of the mafia and I don't go ar
Two days later.At the mansion, Paul was staring at Herty's number on his phone. Anytime he dialled, he ended the call immediately without allowing it to connect. He couldn't think of a reasonable excuse to give her, even though the latter gave him her number. He wasn't ready to follow her to Friday's service and yet, he wanted to see her.Worrying what the outcome may be, he decides to confide in Danica. Perhaps, Danica might give him some interesting information about her. In the kitchen, Danica was making dinner for everyone but Loney's was special. Today, she intended to eat dinner with him. At least, it would convey a message, right?"Hey Danica, what are you cooking?" Paul was stretching his neck to look inside the pot, completely dug up by the aroma."Taco rice with grilled chicken and green chilli salsa," Danica's face lit, the spark evident in her voice. This was her mum's favourite and her dad's favourite was what she was preparing for Loney. Those days, she had to choose bet
Why would he want a baby when he wasn't married? "Who is it?" Loney's deep voice shook her from her trance. "Jasmine," she yelled. Loney froze. Danica couldn't see Loney's expression because of the hot steam from the shower room. The moisture had done a good job in creating a fog inside the shower room, getting an opaque effect. The bathroom was drowned by the sound of the splashing shower, as Loney murmured, "the spoilt brat." He thought his voice was swallowed by the splashing sound of the shower but didn't know Danica had heard him. A wave of relief washed her. If Loney called Jasmine a spoilt brat, then a spoilt brat she was to him. That was enough for her. Sensing that Loney hadn't said anything, she wanted to leave when the sound of splashing water ceased. Loney stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist. Danica felt heated up, as he walked towards her. She stretched her hand to give him the phone but he didn't take it immediately. Instead, he held her by the