LUCILLE "Is that who? I will not stand here and listen to your stupid questions. Excuse me," Angelina spat out, angered. She held the doorknob and pulled it open, attempting to walk into her suite. But before she could do that, Francis clutched the door and banged it hard. Angelina shrank back in fear, releasing her grasp on the doorknob. "What are you...," Francis cut her short. "Listen to me, Angelina. I know that is him, but what I do not understand is the reckless game you are playing. Regardless, tell him about me soon or else," Francis let out, pointing fingers at her. His expression was stoic and harsh. "Or else what, Francis? What exactly can you do to me? Listen to me very well, I will not tell him about you and you cannot do anything about it," Angelina retorted brazenly. Her eyes were void of emotions. "Okay, let's see then," Saying this, Francis stormed away. As soon as he dispersed, Angelina heaved, covering her face and bending. "This stupid love

RAMSEY One thing that I was grateful I listened to was my instinct. I didn't know how it happened but I followed my instinct that instructed me to put two invisible bodyguards with Lucille. Barely 40 minutes after she left the house to go grocery shopping, I received a call from one of the guards I placed with her and was informed that she'd been kidnapped by a gang but they didn't attack them because they wanted to know why it was happening and who was behind it. Seeing that Lucille almost lost her life today brought a shower of fear over me and I mentally vowed to prevent something like this from happening in the future. My woman will never have to go through the discomforts and ill-treatment she went through today. "I am hale, Ramsey. I don't need to stay in the hospital...," Before she could complete her statement, I placed a finger on her lips, signaling to her to stop talking. I darted my attention to the doctor, ignoring the frown on her face. "If anything happens to

LUCILLE I opened my eyes weakly but was forced to close them back because of the intense pain in my head. However, seeing that I was in an unfamiliar and dimmed-lit room, I was forced to unlock them. "Wow!!! It took you ten minutes to be finally awake," A masculine voice rang in the room, probing me to glance in the direction of the voice and I saw a man standing by the door. It looked like he just finished locking it. My eyes swayed all over his body and I realized that he was putting on nothing but shorts that hugged his body tightly and was showing the curviness of his gigantic manhood. My heart skipped at the sight. Then, it dawned on me that I had been tricked. The little crying boy was a trap laid for me and I'd foolishly stepped into their trap. "What do you want from me?" I questioned in a shaky voice, dragging myself backward as he moved toward me. An ambiguous smile spread across his face as he walked closer. "What do you think? Your body or your money?" The smile s

LUCILLE I hate the fact that he didn't leave me alone to die. Why did he save me?Honestly, I am tired. I am tired of getting into trouble while leaving one. The chaos in my life kept increasing every day since I got married to Ramsey. "What!" He muttered, puzzled by my statement. "Yes. I want a divorce. I am tired of everything," I let out, tears gliding out of my eyes. "Calm down, Lucille. You are not in your best condition right now," Ramsey discreetly reminded, checking my countenance so that he would be sure he hadn't made a wrong statement. "I don't care if I am in my best condition or not, Ramsey. I want a divorce and that's it. Leave me alone. I want my life back. I want my stress-free life back. Give it back to me," I yelled, glaring deep into his eyes. He pulled me into a warm embrace before I could make another utterance. Then, he softly said, "I cannot leave you, Lucille. You have to stay with me and let us fight this battle together. I cannot do without y

LUCILLE While thinking of how to pay Ramsey back for what he did to me, I drifted off to sleep. "Lucille! Open your eyes. We are here," I heard Ramsey's soft and low voice. He was patting my shoulder gently. Slowly, I unlocked my eyes and realized the jet had landed. "Oh! I slept off," I let out, rubbing the sleep off my eyes. He pressed his lips on my forehead, giving me a comforting and reassuring kiss, then carried me in his arms out of the jet. Afterward, he unhurriedly helped me stand on my feet. "Where are we?" I inquired, scrutinizing the field with my eyes, astounded by the beautiful surroundings I was seeing. For a fact, I knew we were out of our country. "Somewhere you would love to be," He said, locking my hand with his and we sauntered out of the airport. I could hear the whisperings and gasps from the people as we passed them by. Some were complimenting how we look perfect beside each other while others cursed me for staying beside a perfect man like Ramse