Kamara's POV I hate to admit it, but Chantelle was right after all. It's exactly ten days today out of the fourteen days I was given as an ultimatum, and nothing appears to be forthcoming. None of the banks I went to were willing to take the risk. We are really in for it. It's more scary, seeing how everything is happening all at once. I wish I can put a pause to the world for a brief moment, just for me to catch my breath. But, of course, life will go on whether you have a shitty life or not. It's heartbreaking just thinking about it. For some time, I always blamed suicide victims for not holding on a bit longer. Now I know they were right, it is suffocating. That evil man will never win, I won't give in to such a devious scheme. Yanking off the duvet, I stood up to get ready. I will have to try something else. Dr. Scott might be able to help me one way or the other. She said I could come to her office this morning. I just have to do something. “Andrew! Call 911!” I heard mum sc

Kamara’s POVI was barely listening to anything the doctor was saying. My life seemed to be floating in a storm right in front of me and all I could do was sit and watch it consume me. I was affirmed fit for the procedure and have been scheduled to return to the hospital when next I am ovulating. For a moment I wished the tests would come out negative. However, it appears the universe has it in for me. I practically ran out of the hospital as soon as the doctor gave the order. Standing rigidly next to the car, I held onto my bag tightly as Diego walked towards me with an unreadable expression on his face and a brown envelope in his hand. Next to him was the guy from the club. They seem close. “Here,” Diego mumbled handing me the envelope. “What is this?” I asked with a frown. He looked bored. “I worry that your slow ability to catch up on things will affect my child. That right there is the contract you are to sign. Read it and sign. I don't have much time to waste.” “If I sign t

Diego’s POVFernando chuckled loudly as he poured me a glass of whiskey. “Damn, man! I have never met anyone who made you so speechless. She is fire.” I kissed my teeth while taking a sip of the drink. “And I will gladly quench her. Why the hell would you give her a response like that?” “I am a lawyer, I do not lie.”“Well according to history you lots are the best liars to exist.”“Fuck you!” He cursed, dumping himself on the couch. “She really is pregnant, then? You are lucky she chooses not to live with you. I hear women get really edgy when pregnant and with this one you are dealing with. You will have a lot of hard time. Nana will be so glad to hear the news.” I grinned at his last sentence. “At least now she would know that I am not impotent.” “Right on point.” “Wait a minute. I don’t know where she stays.” “What do you mean?” “I mean I have no idea where Kamara stays,” I said. “What do you need that for?” Fernando had a confused look on his face. “I need to know if she

Kamara’s POVI scoffed in distaste at the box of clothes and shoes Diego sent for me to wear to dinner. It isn’t so bad, but I would hate to give him the satisfaction of wearing it. He seems to like being in control and I detest being controlled. It drives me nuts. Chantelle chortled behind me. “It is such a pity that he spent so much to get you this attire. If only he knows you won’t wear them.” “He has lost his mind. You need to have seen how he spoke to me that day. I just wish there was another way out of this. Men like him shouldn’t be seen parading the streets freely.” “You can’t talk vile about someone who saved your family. Don’t forget it's more of a transaction here. You just have to put up with it until you put it to bed.” I kissed my teeth at how lightly she said it. “It is so frustrating when you act logically as regards this situation. As my friend I expect you to get mad when I do and curse out anyone I complain about.” She got up and massaged my shoulder. “You are

Kamara’s POV“Kamara, isn’t this one of the supplements you were given at the hospital? They seem untouched.” Chantelle noted showing me the tablet. I snickered turning my face away. “It is hard to swallow any of it. I think I am fine. If anything was to go wrong I would have been feeling odd by now.” She didn’t look convinced and had a frown on her face. “I don't know about that speculation of yours. But from what I see you haven’t been moving right in the past two days. In fact, you haven’t been eating well and you let out painful winces from time to time. Your body is definitely not in the best of shape.” I gnashed my teeth feeling goosebumps rise on my arm. For some reason, I can’t seem to concern myself with the fetus inside of me. Every time I try to take the pills it feels like suicide. I don’t want to do anything and just remain blank for as long as I can. I hate how much it gets to me no matter how hard I pretend to be fine. I felt Chantelle next to me. She placed a comfo