"You were right, Herty, I should have told him," Danica said tearfully as soon as she answered the call. She wasn't just in pain because Loney ignored her but the disappointment she saw in his eyes hurts her more, the fact that Loney was hurting because of her. "Forget about that, Danica, you can't keep crying in your condition. You have to stay strong, at least for the baby," Herty helplessly tried to encourage her. "For the baby?" She sniffed. "He won't even talk to me. I don't think he needs a baby anymore," Danica sounded dejected. "Don't be ridiculous. He has spent so much already. He is just upset but it will cool off. Just hold on okay?" Herty tried to find the right words to comfort her friend. She wasn't a relationship expert but at least she knew her friend. "Thanks for not judging me, Herty," Danica sniffed. "You already judged yourself. I don't have to. Will it be okay if I come and visit?" Herty asked. She wanted to be there for Danica because throughout the times her
Jones sat back on the sofa, ran his hands through his messed up black hair and said, "I too had a life before meeting Christ. I wasn't always like this." Herty's eyes popped in curiosity like a ball, "Ray is my uncle. My late father's older brother. He manipulated my father to carry drugs for him and when my father wanted out because of me, he set him up," Jones said. There was a long pause. Herty was bewildered. This wasn't what she expected but it was also a great revelation. "My father wanted a better life for me so he told Ray he couldn't work for him anymore but before he let him out, he made him carry one last confinement. It was a setup and my innocent father fell for it. Ray threatened to either kill him or I would replace him. I agreed to replace my father because he already had underlying health conditions. I was only twelve but my father died a few months later and Ray would not let me go. I served him for nine more years. He made me do things that I regret everyday." "He
"I'm afraid that won't happen..." A familiar voice echoed. Loney turned to see Mabel at the doorway, just as Marie strutted and knelt before him. Mabel stalked Paul from the car park since she had zero trusts in Paul's ability to convince Loney. She waited a while in front of the door under Marie's restriction. Still, when she heard Loney's statement of never returning till Danica gave birth, she couldn't take it any longer. "I'm sorry sir, she just pushed me aside and barged in when I won't let her," Marie pleaded. Loney boiled, his eyes flickered with rage, but it wasn't towards Marie. "Get out, Marie," he snarled, his gaze on Mabel. Marie didn't wait for the command to be repeated. She stood up and ran out as if her life depended on it. "What do you want here, Mabel? I didn't pay you to be in my office," Loney scowled, his expression dark and curved in a grimace. "Then you should rather fire me because I won't be held responsible for the complications of a pregnant woman starvi
Daniella's heart did some dancing at the sound of Loney's voice or perhaps, butterflies were romping in her stomach. Her lips curled into a smile, as she tucked a strand of her behind her ears and followed Loney. Paul's gaze held Mabel's, his fist tightening around his glass, it almost broke, before both of them pinned their gazes on Danica. She was fighting to hold back her tears. "Hey, relax okay? From what he told me, Daniella was the first girl he fell in love with but she didn't want him. It was a long time ago okay?" Paul forced a smile and was impelled to let go of his hard feelings at the moment. He wanted Danica to feel better but she only got worse. If Loney loved Daniella, then he would never love her. She pushed her plate away and stood on her feet. Turning around, she ran up the stairs. "You made matters worse Paul, why couldn't you keep your mouth shut?" Mabel chastised. If she had known that getting Loney home would be in Daniella's favour, she would have found her w
Danica's heart rate increased, sounding in her ears as Loney walked closely behind her. Before she reached the door, he had gone ahead to open it for her. Danica should be flattered but she wasn't. Perhaps, Loney cared because of his baby which she carried in her womb. Beads of sweat began to form on her forehead when she heard the door close. She turned abruptly to a stony Loney. "You have a very scheming way of dealing with me ha?" His tone was cold, a deep frown overrunning his features. "I don't understand," Danica didn't hide her confusion. Her stomach tinged with grief. "Starving yourself when you are carrying my child, don't ever try it again," Loney's groaned and beckoned to the sofa. Danica ambled towards it and sat, tears lined her cheeks. "I'm sorry," she muttered. If Loney saw her tears, he didn't show any remorse. He sat in front of her, his legs crossed, "you have five minutes. Tell me what you want to say," he groaned. A billow of adrenaline cruised through Danica
Daniella sleeked in restlessness. She calculatedly sat in the living room pretending to watch tv while she waited for her sister to come out of Loney's room. The longer her sister spent, the greater her agitation. She wasn't ready to give up. Loney might be upset with her because of what happened in the past but she can make things right. She can make him love her. Her body fought to shut down but she kept her eyes wide awake, not giving in to the demands of her body. Advertently, her prayers were answered when the door pushed open, expedited by the intense anticipation that covered her features. Loney stepped out but let alone, her sister was still inside. She saw Loney pass her without sparing her a glance. It was as if she didn't exist. She waited eagerly, her eyes glued to the door. Her sister must come out any moment. Seconds passed to minutes, as she continued to wait. Thirty minutes later, she got tired of waiting and strode to the door. She held the knob gently and before she
Daniella was washed out. Her face turned red. With a swift movement, she ran to her room, embarrassment following her hurried steps. Paul glared at Loney. Admiration stretching his lips into a thin smile, "I was beginning to fear that you had chosen her." Loney scoffed, "she's no longer my type. She used to be Ray's pawn." "I'm not surprised. She's too phony. I've dealt with her type. They don't give up Loney, you have to throw her out," Paul frantically suggested. "Just keep an eye on her for now." Loney knew that Paul was right. Daniella back then could have any man she wanted. She was well favoured with beauty and knew how to use it when she wanted. Danica was the only one who cared less about looks. Paul was solemn, "I will," he firmly said. "Let me get some sleep," Loney let out and climbed the stairs, leaving Paul. The latter did some final checks with the security systems before going to bed. Loney's heart warmed up at the sight of Danica. Her silky brunette hair spread ov
"My proposal is still hanging. Will you be my woman?" Danica was puffed up. She loved Loney and she enjoyed what they had. She couldn't understand why they had to define the relationship because she didn't perceive that it would be different if she accepted to be his woman. "Does that mean I'll no longer be your surrogate?" "Technically, yes. After all, this baby is mine, as much as yours. Don't worry, I will still transfer the last bit of the money. That part of the contract still stands." Loney felt that she was reluctant to cancel the contract because of the money and this time, Danica got a vivid understanding of what he meant. "No, it's not about the money. I told you I don't need it. I only have to verify with Daniella whether she has paid off the people she owed. That was my reason for taking the contract," she clarified. Loney believed her but he still felt that she needed the money too, even if she wanted to give it to her sister. "But I will still deposit the remaining p