Sweet Home.
~Dia Wealene~
"When did you get a new Ferrari?"
He queried as soon as he pulled over in my compound. One thing was the fact that I couldn't believe that this was the end of vacation, let alone the recent stance he had just assumed.
"What Ferrari?"
I turned to him but he had stepped out of the car and walked over to my side. He got the door and I stepped out. He pointed in the direction of the garage. Parked was a red Ferrari.
"I never drove this in, and I don't remember telling the automobile company to bring a new car. Nor did Caidine tell me about any--"
I hesitated for a while as a supposition suddenly hit me.
"Come."
I walked towards the door as he caught up with me. He held my hand and we both walked into the parlor.
"Where are they?"
I quizzed, walking into the empty first parlour. Then suddenly, came the blast of music over the speaker, b
Wealene's multimillionaire house. Yorkshire.~Albert~"Let no one say a thing, I got this covered."Dia promised as Ray, Caidine, and Ray jr in between them walked towards us after pulling over their own car in Mr Wealene's large compound."Everyone seems to be here. But who is the owner of those strange cars. I hate to believe that crazy Mr Wilson is here. But it's all good, everything would be sorted today."She affirmed as she ran her arm into the space between my arm and waist. She held me like couples would do and called,"After me, y'all."As we walked towards the door, I wanted so badly to tell her the last secret but sincerely I was scared. And I still am. I should tell her but I just can't, no matter how hard I try.But the fact is, the truth cannot stay hidden for long. In just less than five minutes, all would be ratted out. The only concern that scared the hell out of me is her reactio
Four months Later. Maldives.~Dia Wealene~"How many times have they kicked?"Caidine called at me, walking out of the hut to join the remaining three of us. We were seated at the edge of the long wooden elevated basement on which the hut had been built. The row of huts were built on the ocean.I had my head resting on Albert's shoulder and Ray seated next to me. Caidine got to us and handed each of us a hollow, long cup of tasty spicy juice. Ray let her sit next to me."Now you've made them seem jobless. I don't believe that all babies do is kick. They sure have some other tasks they catch up to."I teased. I knew I was being unreasonable but no matter how sour and crazy my joke seemed, Albert's laugh was always the loudest. And sometimes, I am forced to think that he laughs at how boring my jokes are.And he has been acting that way since he discovered that I was pregnant with his twins. Two g
My name is Dia. I have a story to tell which you think you already know.On my wedding day, after the costliest make up, rich gown, boxy suit I bought my husband and several other preparation, I was called upon and told, "Jip is no where to be found." Like my supposed husband ran away on my wedding day because some celebrity crush was having a show that day in Trespat Hotel.Well, like you would expect, I was mad. Who wouldn't? But what good would being mad do than earn me a therapist and probably a psychiatrist.So, now, I've found solace in revenge. I am looking for a man whom I would fool in love. Then on my wedding day, off, I pick. Foolish? Haha.By the way, Zoe, my priceless bestie, is very much aware of my plan and is the top-notch planner.Well, before you go ahead and call me names, wish yourself this.Or let's put it this way. Go ahead and call me names, makes no differenc
"Thank you. Have a nice day." A young lady, in a cotton colored rain coat slammed the door of the taxi which zoomed off immediately. She turned and began to walk into the Trespat hall. Opposite the Trespat hotel was a wierd man with lots of birds on him. Climbing on and off his arms, chest and shoulders. The rain seemed indecisive as it pat the swollen bitumen, tracing light dances around the spot, down the busy road. One of the birds left the man and flew across the road. It perched on the floor before the door which led to the exhaustively furnished hall. It looked through the refined glass to a lady sitting all by herself before a bar. The bird kept its gaze on the lady. The lady was dressed in a penciled black gown which shoot out every of the curves you could eve
"I'm sorry about the last time." Alex said, throwing himself on her. Dia was trying as much as possible to get rid of the sucker. At least not today. Why did he always behave like a familiar spirit. Some annoying Titans. "I have no idea what you're talking about." She denied. Zoe was lookingg at them. The tuxedo guy seemed to know Alexa. "Hey, love." She heard Alexa say to the guy. The guy led Alexa to the table he had come from. The most annoying of it all was that the guy dint give her a second look. Like turn back to look at her. Was she that bad? Fuck him. She was yet to get rid of Alex, and Zoe was not helping. She folded her arms over her boobs, looking as Alexa and the guy got to and settled amongst the other guys. Alex
"Krunhh" Her phone beeped. She was in the bathroom. The water in trails tracked the swells of her body down her legs. Bathing lukewarm had a perk to it. She reached for the soft and fluffy white towel by the window and dried up. She walked to the bed and picked up the phone. HEY BITCH! Popped up. Twas Zoe. NUTSACK. She sent. In no time, she'd slid into her singlet and her black string pant. Her phone popped a message up again. MAX'S DAD OWNS THAT HOTEL. MAX, THE GUY FROM THE PARTY. Dia typed back, MUST YOU REPEAT WHO MAX WAS? I AIN'T NO MUTT AND JEFF. She threw the phone back into the bed and threw herself in a sky blue shirt, black fancy trouser, and an odd colour jac
Max's office. "Please have your seat." His rich voice compelled her. She was a little bit on the edge but she was having her friend's back. "Zoe." She said, reaching out her right hand. He didn't take it, he stood up instead. Zoe felt embarrassed and somewhat stupid for being too forward. But was she really? The customs of rich men sucked several bags of annoyance. Max walked over to her and took the hand she had recently dropped. He gave the back of her hand a slight peck, his soft lips caressing her velvet skin. "Max." He said as soon as he raised his head. She didn't know which to choose, whether rude or romantic. Well both began with 'r'. "Apologies if that was somehow off." He said as he settled back into his luxurious office ch
2 Weeks later. The Dance Studio. "Tell me about this Waltz. Not very much of a reader." Max's well-chizeled face melted into a sheepish smile. He had Dia in his arms in a dancing position. The both of them were in the middle of the dance studio. There was no background music, they seemed to be doing it to Dia's rhythm. Max seemed to be getting better with it. The practice had been on since few days. "The name of the dance comes from the German word waltzen, meaning to turn or to glide. It is thought to have developed either from the folk music and associated dances of rural west Austria, in the Tyrol region, or from an earlier dance, the volta, from the 16th century." Dia explained, repaying back a light smile. She was beautiful, and Max was beginning to be smothered by both her aura and elegance. "Any other thing I should