Eisha woke up to a strange environment. She couldn’t remember coming to her last night. In fact, most of her memories from the night were blurry. The stench of cigarettes hit her and she panicked.Did she follow a stranger home last night? How come she couldn’t remember any of it? Did they have sex? She quickly checked underneath the blankets and relief washed through her on discovering that her clothes were still intact.She got off the bed, navigating through the smoky room in an attempt to find out who she went home with.The further she got, the more familiar the apartment became.“Hello?” She called. “Anyone home?” The lack of response terrified her. The place looked like a gang hideout and those were the last set of people she wanted to mess with. Until she came upon the large man sprawled on the couch and she immediately recognized him. “Roy?” He opened his eyes tiredly and stretched lazily. “You are awake, thank goodness,” he got off the couch, towering her immediately.

Daniel sat beside her with a displeased expression. “I don't understand why this is upsetting you,” Eisha exclaimed. “It is not upsetting me. I am worried. You said it yourself that there is no way he could have gotten an invitation to the palace yet you are ready to go with him because he promised you a dress?” Daniel said in disbelief.“Don't say it that way. I just said I didn't think he had the connections to get him an invite. I agreed to go solely because he is my friend and I want to see the palace,” Eisha argued. “I can take you to see the palace anytime you want, just not during the ceremony,” Daniel retorted.“Exactly my point! I want to go to the ceremony and I don't care if you permit me or not.” “You are so stubborn. What do you even know about this man ?” Daniel groaned. “What do you know about Mona?” Eisha fired and his jaw sagged. “Look, I didn't mean it that way. Roy is a friend of mine, alright? I've known him for a very long time.” “Then don't let me stop you,

Ivory stared at nothing, rubbing the red gem in the bracelet absentmindedly. She wasn't thinking about anything in particular but it just felt like she was carrying a burden. Something was just off about everything and she couldn't place a finger on it. She was so lost in thoughts that she didn't even notice her baby wailing until Styles came in and picked the little girl up. "Honey, what are you thinking about? The baby has been crying for almost five minutes," he asked, but didn't get any response from her.He stopped rocking the baby, surprised by the lack of response. How lost in thoughts could she be?Styles walked to her and tapped her gently. Ivory jerked back to reality, surprised to see her husband rocking the baby. She got off quickly and took her from him, whispering sweet nothings to calm the child. “I have been calling you for over five minutes but you didn't respond. Are you okay?” He asked her. “I'm fine. I was thinking about a couple of things,” she answered.“May

It felt like a dream. It had to be a dream. There was simply no way Ragi was confessing his love to her. No way the man she'd been chasing for years finally wanted her. Darell pinched herself once again but he was still there, staring at her like she meant the world to him. “If I wake up tomorrow to discover that this was a dream, I'll be so pained,” she blurted. “We'll see about that,” he raised her chin gently and kissed her. A swarm of butterflies settled in her stomach, sending her insides to a frenzy. She could feel his lips morph against her. Was that possible in a dream?Slowly, she began kissing him back until the migraine protested and forced her away from him. “Are you okay?” Ragi asked as she curled on the bed, cursing. “My head is splitting,” she gritted out. “I'll be back.” He hurried into the bathroom to get a bowl of water. He grabbed a small towel hanging freely on the bathroom door and returned to her. He soaked the cloth in and pressed it against her fore

Ivory sat in her chelanvers, staring at the clock. She was afraid to sleep. She didn't want a repeat of what happened the last time.A part of her was still trying to convince her that it was all in her head. That she probably for the scratches from thrashing. But the injuries were too deep to have been her nails and the doctor confirmed it too.Styles walked into the room and this time, she was well aware of his presence. “My love,” she smiled. “Why are you still awake? It's pretty late,” he asked then glanced at the baby's cot, “was she giving you trouble?”“A little but I'm glad she's asleep now. I didn't expect you to come in so soon,” she said. Of a truth, she didn't expect him to come to her chambers at all. She was afraid he would easily notice the marks. Although she was fully clothed, she could feel the lust as his eyes roamed her body. “You're a bit overdressed, don't you think?” He spoke up and she bit her lip. “I was catching a cold,” she lied. “Are you feverish?” H