The next morning, Maya awoke to a grey and dreary sky, mirroring her own sense of dread. She barely slept, her mind replaying the events of the previous night with excruciating clarity. In the kitchen, she brewed coffee, but it offered no comfort, only a bitter reminder of her mistake.Sitting at her kitchen table, Maya stared at her phone, dreading the headlines she knew awaited her. She hesitated before unlocking the screen. The top story was about her. The headline read: “Business Woman Causes Scene at Board of Directors Meetings." Maya’s face went pale as she read the article. The accompanying video clip showed her shouting at Davin, her face flushed with anger, and the ensuing commotion as she was escorted out by security. The video had gone viral, and the comments were a harsh mix of mockery and disdain.“Oh, this is a nightmare,” she muttered, her hands trembling.Her phone buzzed with an incoming call, jolting her from her spiral of despair. The caller ID read “Margaret.” May
The office was quiet,and the soft afternoon light filtered through the large windows. Davin sat behind his sleek mahogany desk, absorbed in a stack of documents. The lounge had been busy that day, and his attention was divided between his responsibilities at the bar and the more pressing business matters at his office.The door to the office creaked open, and Davin looked up, his eyes meeting those of a strikingly beautiful woman who stood in the doorway. She was impeccably dressed in a tailored navy suit, the fabric hugging her form with an elegance that commanded attention. Her deep green eyes sparkled with confidence, and her dark hair was styled in soft waves that framed her face perfectly.“Ms. Pascal?” Davin inquired, his voice betraying a hint of surprise. “Please, come in.”Helen Pascal stepped into the room, her heels clicking softly on the polished floor. She carried a leather portfolio in one hand, which she placed gently on the edge of the desk as she approached. Her pres
Back at home, Davin was on his study desk when a call dropped on his device, the loud blare shattering the tranquillity of the moment, he turned to his side and quickly glanced through the phone’s screen. At once, his lips curled, it was a call from Mrs. Margaret. Reluctantly, he picked the call, his mind settled on her usual mode of approach. Everyone knew Maya’s mother to be lousy. “Hello.” her voice rang over the speaker. “What is this news I’m hearing?” she asked. Davin leaned, his hands tightly clung to the phone, “what news exactly are you talking about, ma?” he asked calmly. Margaret hissed, “Listen to me, if you feel that you can eat your cake and have it back, then I want to tell you that, it can't be!” her voice piercing through Davin’s ears. “I will ensure you have a share of the shame you’re trying to force on my daughter!” David heard that part and pretended like he didn’t, he smiled widely, shaking his head gently, after Magaret had ended the call, he had to call Ma
Maya took a deep breath as she sat across from Davin in his office. The room was well arranged, screaming sophistication as she stared at every item with an awestruck expression on her face. The sleek desk and neatly arranged files spoke of an organized mind and a commanding presence. Despite the calm surroundings, she was restless, her mind tangled with uncertainty about why Davin had called her.As she shifted uneasily in her chair, her phone buzzed, disrupting the silence. The screen flashed with Derek’s name. Her heart raced, and she glanced at Davin, who appeared absorbed in his work, flipping through some documents. She tried to subtly silence the phone and hide it from view, but her attempts were clumsy and betrayed her growing discomfort.Davin, noticing her struggle, looked up with a knowing smile. “You can answer your call, Ma,” he said, his tone smooth and unruffled. “It’s perfectly fine.”Maya’s face flushed with embarrassment, caught between the urge to ignore the call
Maya’s eyes widened in disbelief as the two Bugattis rolled to a stop outside the inn. The roar of their engines seemed to amplify the shock coursing through her. She had heard about the extravagant tastes of the wealthy, but this was beyond her expectations. She quickly scanned the scene, trying to make sense of it all.As the Bugattis came to a halt, guards in sharp, dark suits emerged from the vehicles.Their movements were swift and coordinated, creating a sense of urgency. One of the guards ran ahead, opening the door of the inn with a flourish. Another approached a man stepping out of the second Bugatti with a reverent salute.Maya squinted, her heart pounding. The man, dressed in a neatly tailored suit, seemed to command immediate respect. His confident stride and the way the guards treated him made it clear he was someone of immense importance.Her mind raced. “It can’t be him,” she muttered, almost to herself. “Must he go to such lengths just to impress me?” she thought. Sh
Maya fled the coastal car shop, her footsteps echoing through the empty streets. The night air offered little solace from the burning humiliation she felt. Tears streamed down her face as she stumbled forward, her thoughts a jumbled mix of anger, sadness, and betrayal.She turned into a dimly lit alley, seeking refuge from the pain. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her vision blurring with tears. The memory of Davin's cruel ruse, the guards' laughter, and Helen's smirk seared her mind like a fresh wound.Maya's determination for revenge gave way to a deeper sense of shame. She felt vulnerable, "how did I not know this from the onset?... fuck!... He will pay for this!" She scowled. Exhaustion weighed her down as she reached her apartment complex. The thought of facing her empty apartment was too much.She needed her mother, Margaret, who lived across the city. The long drive loomed, but Maya was drawn to the comfort and support only her mother could offer. She started the car, her ha
Very late that evening, as the darkness deepened outside Margaret’s home, the air inside grew heavy. Margaret had prepared a quiet corner for her daughter to rest, offering her solace and a semblance of normalcy. Meanwhile, she and Maya waited for Derek’s arrival, both dreading and anticipating his intervention.The doorbell rang, breaking the silence. Margaret opened it to find Derek standing on the porch. He was a tall, imposing figure, his face etched with concern but also with a steely determination. Behind him, a pair of burly men stood, their expressions unreadable, their demeanor unprofessional.“Margaret,” Derek greeted with a nod, “I’ve come to discuss our plan!”Margaret led him into the living room where Maya was seated, her eyes red but her expression resolute. Derek glanced at Maya, then turned his attention to Margaret.“We need to be swift,” Derek said, his voice low and serious. “I’ve gathered a few of my best men. They’re waiting outside. We have to strike while Davi
Davin sat on the bed thinking of how today's event would turn out. Today happens to be his wife Maya's birthday and although he tried to get her the best gift this year , he was only able to afford a neck piece. It was a beautiful sapphire necklace with a silver chain that cost him $200. Davin and Maya’s relationship hasn't been the very best but he loves, cherishes and adores his wife, so on her big day he wanted to give her something beautiful just like her. Davin hurriedly got dressed in a nice blue tuxedo with a black tie and matching black shoes and headed for the Windsors ballroom where Maya’s birthday celebration was ongoing. Davin has been living with the Windsors after his marriage to Maya, three years ago before Davin married Maya he had used up all his assets to help the Windsors clear their bankruptcy issue , this gave him a free pass to marry Maya Windsors hence him living with them.As he approached the ballroom , he met Isabella who is Maya’s younger sister, she pai