“Aunt Lena, we need to leave this house right away. Don't worry. I'll take care of you. Leave Tia with them and let's escape while we still have the chance,” Jimmy spoke. Maverick and Whitney looked at him with their mouths opened agape. Even Lena couldn't help but look at him.What is this little brat saying? “Shut up or I'll be forced to leave this bed and come over there to spank your little butt,” Whitney threatened, and Jimmy immediately closed his mouth.He even used his fingers to hold his lips, indicating that he is closing his mouth. “Now what I wanted to say before this little brat's imagination ran wild is that I'm getting married,” Whitney said.“To who!!!?,” Lena and Jimmy spoke together. Maverick couldn't help but sigh. Damn! Can't she just go straight to the point? Why does she have to twist the words and beat around the bush?Lena glared at Maverick. This brother of hers is a blockhead. After all her warnings, he still let Whitney slip away from him. Why can't his chi

“Who told you I feel better? My body still aches,” she told him as she quickly lay on the bed. “Then use your drugs. It will make you feel better? Or are you waiting for me to feed you with my mouth again?” he asked smugly.Whitney glared at him. “I told you I don't feel too good. I'm not interested in using those drugs. Get out and let me sleep,” She said.“Shouldn't you take drugs if you don't feel well?” he asked her refusing to back down. Just then his phone vibrated. He checked the phone and a smirk appeared on his face.He read the message. It is from Alex. 'Good, the boy is getting better every day,' he thought as he stared at the phone screen. He can vividly remember when he first met Alex back then. The boy had appeared lost and broken. He looked like he had completely lost in the battles of life. Like he doesn't have a purpose for living anymore. Amber had been the one who found him back then just before he committed suicide.He was still with a backpack containing lots of s

“I'm gonna give you just five seconds to get up from that bed or you will see what I will do,” Maverick threatened her with a smirk.' What is he gonna do?,' Whitney thought curiously as she stubbornly refused to sit up or open her eyes.“One... I'm already counting. It is better you sit up now,” He warned but she didn't answer. She wants to see what he will do.“Two... Three... Four... I am still giving you time to sit up now... Sit up while I'm still in a good mood,” he said. Whitney resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Why does he like bluffing so much?“Five. Your time is up,” he said, and then she could feel the other side of the bed sink in. Her heartbeats quickened cause she knew he got into bed. She almost screamed when she felt his strong hands wrapped around her waist.He kissed her hair and whisper - yell into her ears,“I gave you enough time. Now time to receive your punishment.” He slowly turned her around. By then, Whitney couldn't resist from opening her eyes to look at h

“But the ring is too expensive. I can't let you buy something as expensive as that for me. The guilt won't let me enjoy wearing it,” she told him. “Don't feel guilty. I can't let you wear inferior things. The nation's husband wifey shouldn't be looked down on by other people,” he told her. Whitney blinked back the stupid tears almost spilling out. This is stupid but she actually feels touched. When Karl had gotten her a ring, she was extremely grateful that he got her something simple. After their breakup, that night... No one knows about this but she actually googled and searched for the prize of the ring. Imagine her shock when she found out the ring was a fake. A fake ring! He actually thought so low of her. As if he knew she would accept anything as long as it is from him. He really played with her emotions well. He thought of her so low that... that he couldn't find anything else but to propose to her with a fake ring. She couldn't control her emotions so she bur

“Asher, you are not a bastard. Do you hear me? You don't have to act as though you heard them. Just ignore. One day your dad will come back home,” Janiece told him. Asher just ignored her again giving her that familiar cold attitude. He probably got that too from his real father. Why did this naughty boy inherit so many bad habits from his father and couldn't even inherit just one good habit from her? He might be sweet. He might act sweet sometimes but he ly the definition of a little devil. He can be a little devil when he wants to be. “Okay, I got it. But please can you just condone yourself today. I don't want to receive any news. Please pity your mother and behave like a five years boy for once,” Janiece said. “Mom! I told you it's six. I'll be six years old soon. Just in a few days. Why do you always forget?” the boy whined. Janiece sighed. What earth has she done to deserve a mini version of devil-like this? Don't get her wrong. She loves her son. Sly loves him but