Russell's pov. I sat in my office, staring at my phone for a good thirty minutes while trying to compose the perfect text to send to Elisa, and everytime i came up with something, i somehow managed to find it unworthy and promptly deleted it. After that day when i rushed her to the hospital, i had ensured that she saved my number on her phone, and even though she was still adamant about not giving me a call, i had to make sure that she would at least pick up when i called since apparently, she wasn't in the habit of taking calls from unknown numbers. My plan was simple. invite her to my office, tell her about my proposal, give her the contract and make her sign it. The only problem was that the more i thoght about my plan, the more unreasonable it sounded. First of all, there was no way i could simply summon her to my office without raising questioning eyebrows, and that was exactly the kind of attention that she didn't need, not if she wanted to remain valued and relevant at h

My mother was a very perceptive woman. She had a way of telling if something was wrong even from a thousand miles away and it was often always hard to lie to her. It’s like she had an inbuilt detector or something. I knew this, and so did all my other siblings, and that was why I hadn’t spoken to her for more than thirty seconds ever since I found out I was pregnant.I always found a way to end the call early claiming either that my phone had died or that I was busy with something or basically any excuse I could find. The only reason why i had even told her that i had gotten a job was because if I hadn’t she was going to tell me to come back home, and i would have no choice than to do it. After all, i was done with college and had no other reason to remain here.I know that she would have preferred it if i returned home to help her and dad with the ministry, but I already told her that that was not what I wanted to do with the rest of my life, and I hadn’t changed my mind.Today howeve

I could tell that Russell was pleasantly shocked at my sudden change of heart, but i could also tell that he was not willing to question it. If anything, he was rather relieved, because not only had he almost lost his position because of my stubborness, he had also almost lost it to somone who would tear the company down and ruin it to nothing without even batting an eye, and that was even worse. I felt a little bad that i had put him through so much shit only to come around and accept the very offer which i had been acting so stubborn about. Still, after considering all the variables, this was the only solution i had. I knew Timothy from church. I mean how could i not? My mum had been trying to set us up for years and i had shut down her attempts every single time. Now don't get me wrong, he wasn't a bad person, he was simply too much like my parents for me to consider him a life partner. They shared the same views and opinions about the world and that was probably why they want

Chapter 18{I think?}The last time I had been home, I had been attending the funeral of my aunt Layla.Cancer, they said.And although she had been sick for a while, and we knew that her death was imminent, it wasn’t any less painful when it happened.In fact it broke my heart much more than I could ever have imagined because she was such a sweet soul, she didn’t deserve to suffer like that.Like my mother, her only sister, she also loved to drill me about finding love and eventually getting married, but while mum’s reasons had been religious, hers were simply out of pure concern that I might end up like her. Sick and alone.Now here I was, about a year later, showing up with a fiance just like she had always wanted, and I couldn’t help but think that if she was here, she would have been so proud, provided of course that she didn’t know the details of my so called marriage. Still, I would have loved to give her that satisfaction because heaven knows I loved the woman.“Are you ready f

I'm going to head out to the gym." I declared suddenly, standing up from my seat at the table, and the reason for this was less because i actually wanted to work out and more because i was in desperate need of an excuse to escape my own home. What started as a normal, carefree morning had now become an array of awkwardness and tension and i was not going to stick around and wait for the roof to come crashing down on us before i made my escape.Ever since Timothy walked through the front doors this morning with the so called "flowers" he brought for my mum, everything had become so weird, it was a pain to endure.Before introductions had even been concluded, Timothy and Russell had immediately began glaring daggers at each other, each man probably suspecting who the other was and their suspicions probably didn't seat right with each other. More accurately, Timothy was glaring daggers while Russell was simply returning the favor, which was great for them and all, i mean it wasn't as tho