"What are you talking about mom? What do you mean by Alex?" Tamira asked Mrs. Wilson. "What sort of a question is that?! Are you crazy or something?!" Mrs. Wilson replied. Tamira looked strangely at her mother and went closer to her. Holding Mrs. Wilson's hand in hers, she looked deep into Mrs. Wilson's eyes, "mom, I understand that Alex left home for a long time and you miss him a lot but this is too much." Tamira said to Mrs. Wilson. "What the hell are you trying to say?!" Mrs. Wilson yelled. Tamira burst into tears and sat weakly on her bed. I knew and understood what Tamira was playing at and so I joined in, "madam, my apologies for getting involved in your family issue but is everything okay with you? Miss Tamira here was only talking to a friend of hers on the phone." I said. "Yes! And you heard her say Alex did you not?!" Mrs. Wilson asked me. "No madam. She said, Camila." I replied Mrs. Wilson. "Are you trying to mess with my head?" Mrs. Wilson asked me. "I know what I

I threw Xavier's hand down and watched as he stood speechless and stared down at the mess I made on the floor. "Bravo, well put." Mrs. Wilson's voice sounded, just as I had expected it to. "Though I never expected you to treat my son that way that was very impressive." Mrs. Wilson said to me. "Thank you, Mrs. Wilson," I said. "But there is yet another thing I do not understand." Mrs. Wilson added. "How is it that you are not surprised?" she asked me and I grinned. "Anyone with a brain would have predicted this to happen, Mrs. Wilson," I said to Mrs. Wilson and then looked at Xavier. "Your son here doesn't look like one to show love and kindness to his employees, or rather in this case, his mother's employee. That was why it was easy to figure out that the whole thing was only a test by you." I explained. "Interesting. You have the brain for that job of yours." Mrs. Wilson. "Almost towards a suspicious point," Xavier said as he walked up to me. We stared at each other, eyeball t

86The very next day, I was woken up from sleep by a group of people and informed that they were going to get me ready for the wedding. There was a group of women as well but they were not her for me. They were here for Tamira. I left with the men while Tamira was surrounded by those women the moment she stepped out of her room. The men took me to a separate room and made me take a good bath before they could start. Mrs. Wilson entered the room right after I had put on the suit for the wedding. "Nice. Very nice. Is this the best available?" she asked one of the men. "We just thought that this one would match him best," he replied to her. "Nonsense. He must look his best for the wedding." Mrs. Wilson said and looked through the other batches. "Here you go. Try this one." Mrs. Wilson said, giving me a suit from the others. I took it from her and the room door flew open. "Xavier!" Mrs. Wilson shouted his name. "I thought you said it was going to be a contract marriage! Why all th

"Nice to see you again Roco," Mustapha replied. "Why are you here?! Was it Mr. Cranston who sent you to kill me or what?!" I asked him. "Sometimes I wonder why you are his favorite. You are too stupid for my liking but yeah, since you want to know what is happening then I will tell you as you'll already be dead soon." Mustapha said as I stared daggers at him. "Your 'almost' brother-in-law sent me to do this. He hates you and doesn't even care that I will be the one marrying his sister." Mustapha said to me. "Why? What is it that he knows?" I asked Mustapha."How would I know what's in his head? Now stop asking stupid questions and sit down!" Mustapha ordered, still pointing his gun at my face. I knew all too well that Mustapha would not use the gun. People around would hear it. I sat on the floor and Mustapha approached me with a rope and was about to tie me when I made a move. Unfortunately, I missed and Mustapha was still boss of what would happen to me at that moment. "I see,

Devon POV: The wedding reception got over and we were back in the mansion once again. Tamira had been silent throughout the whole thing and appeared to be very sleepy. We went to her room together and she entered while I stood at the door. A few minutes later, Mrs. Wilson came to me. "What are you doing?" Mrs. Wilson asked me. "I'm guarding Tamira's room just as I used to," I replied. Mrs. Wilson gave me an awkward look, "guarding her room?" she questioned. "Yes, " I answered. "Get in there. You are her husband now and you have the right to sleep in the same bed with her." Mrs. Wilson said to me. "On the bed. Not on the floor. I will still keep coming to check." she added. "Yes madam," I said and opened the door. Tamira had not locked it. I walked up to her bed and stared down at her. She was already asleep. I lay there decide her and with a distance. Mrs. Wilson watched for a while and then left. Mrs. Wilson POV: The more I torture Tamira then the greater chance I would hav