Helen sat bolt upright in bed and gripped her stomach. This wasn't hunger, although it gnawed at her the same way. This was a bone-deep need for something very specific, but she had no idea what.She used to think pregnancy cravings were a myth. An exaggerated old wives' tale to make women feel crazy and unhinged. Until tonight.She groaned in frustration and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to picture what her mouth was already tasting. Something crisp and buttery, oozing with fatty cheese that dripped unctuously onto her tongue.Something that would fill up the hole she was certain had opened up inside of her.The spot next to her in bed was empty, as was the couch. For one moment, she allowed herself to miss Aaron with the same intensity as her craving. He would know what she needed. And he wouldn't object to waking up in the middle of the night to give it to her either. The way he cared for her was more real than anything.She gripped the sheets, wondering where he had gone. She'd m
They sat on the porch of the Churchill's Mansion, enjoying the warmth of the late summer sunshine. Aaron was leaning back in his chair, his booted feet propped on the railing. He looked sleepy as he had just eaten a heavy meal, but his alert eyes monitored the toddler playing in the yard while Helen and Tracy were in the house. Presently the two women joined Aaron on the porch, sitting down in big rockers.Aaron straightened abruptly as Ryan, who just had his one-year birthday fell in the yard. He quickly went to help him up, brushing the dirt from his chubby little legs. Helen had always had a picture of what motherhood would be like. The quiet mornings in the nursery, the sun slanting through the curtains as she rocked her chubby baby against her breasts. She scooped Ryan up as he babbled."He never stops moving," Helen complained as her son tried to launch himself from her arms. "He just wants to play" Aaron laughed as he came around to her side and opened his arms. "Come here,
The golden sun was starting to set and it cast beautiful rays of sunshine across the sky. The heat burned her bare flesh, as she sunbathed in the evening sun. The sun's rays threw dancing sparkles onto the tips of the waves. Aaron and Helen decided to take a vacation. Tracy was all too happy to care for Ryan while they were gone. They decided to vacation in a private bay. In a yacht.A white gull soared overhead, giving its plaintive cry. Idly she watched it, free and graceful, framed against the cloudless blue bowl of the sky. The sea breeze brushed lightly over her naked skin, and pleasure brought a rare smile to her lips. Helen lay naked with only her thongs on as they were the only ones in the bay. They only met a few local fishermen who came to fish, especially in the evenings, but apart from that, she didn't have to worry about anyone seeing her nakedness. Aaron walked into the deck and lay beside Helen. He wore only briefs."Honey, you'll get sunburned. You've been sunbath
There was another shot, and the window closest to Clayton shattered, raining shards of glass all over him. He cursed luridly.Aaron stared at him, trying to gather his thoughts. They were armed only with pistols, while whoever was shooting at them had a rifle. A rifle had the advantage of accuracy over a greater distance, allowing their assailant to shoot from outside the range of the pistols. Helen crawled out to the deck, crouching with her hands covering her head. She held a .22 rifle. The rifle didn’t have much power, but it did have a greater range and accuracy than the pistols.“Here,” she said, crawling back into the living room and sliding the rifle toward Aaron. He glanced around, his fist closing over the weapon. Clayton was moving through the yacht, checking to make certain no one was coming up on them from behind.“Thanks,” Aaron said briefly. “Get back in the hall, honey.”"But why? I'm quite good with a gun. I was trained to use guns too before I even qualified to be y
Aaron leaned against the hospital wall in the waiting room, his nostrils filled with the sharp smell of antiseptic. Behind him were Grant and Clayton waiting with him. He was full of misery; he prowled the confines of the room restlessly. No matter how he tried, Aaron couldn’t get the picture of Helen lying on the ground, in her blood, out of his mind. She had looked so pale and fragile, her eyes closed and her face paper white. He had fallen to his knees beside her, not minding the scuffle and shots going on behind him, and a low sound had exploded from his chest. Her name had echoed in his mind, but he hadn’t been able to voice it. Seeing her take the bullet meant for him had been a nightmare and he still hadn’t recovered. He didn’t expect ever to recover. Cold, piercing agony filled his chest. He prayed in his heart, really prayed that she would be fine. They had a one-year-old son and he couldn't bear raising him alone. Never again. Heck! never again. He was a billionaire now
Aaron sat in a meeting in his office, with one of the officials from a company seeking to merge with his advertising company. But he could barely concentrate.For three long months, Aaron had lived in perpetual darkness and anguish. His world seemed to be in black and white. Henry Neville was charged with attempted murder and Aaron made sure he would be spending a better part of his lifetime behind bars. Helen had been in a coma after the incident for almost three months. She had been recovering at first, awake and responding to treatment. Then, one day she became worse and went into a coma, leaving their one-year-old son, Ryan, without the presence of his mother. He feared his little boy would begin to forget his mother. At first, he had taken Ryan along with him to anywhere he went. His office, meetings, business dinners, business trips... He realized that he couldn't continue like that anymore. Which led to his desperate hunt for a nanny. He had hired and fired seven nannies du
Helen was in her closet, trying to wear something other than the boring gown she had worn from the hospital. As she rummaged through the many clothes, she wondered how she could wear these clothes in her supposed closet. The clothes were all designer and flashy and colorful. She wasn't one to obsess over designer wear. She bought practical clothes and made sure she looked professional all the time. The clothes in her closet were the exact opposite of her. She was beginning to doubt the authenticity of the whole story. But it all looked real. Almost too real.Her grandfather had come to see her as soon as she came back from the hospital. He had sobbed and held her as his life depended on it. He was so glad she was fine. If her grandfather was here, that means every other thing the stranger told her was true. Damn! All she wanted to do was to see her son. She couldn't remember ever having a baby but she was just too curious to meet her baby."Did... These clothes. Did I buy them befo
Aaron watched the outpour of emotions that exuded from Helen and for the first time since her diagnosis believed there was a part of her that remembered her old self.The urge to give in to the mush of emotions that overwhelmed him choked him completely but he fought it off. Helen was still wrapped in his embrace, as she held onto Ryan, her eyes a well of emotions.Helen wanted to remember, she so desperately wanted to remember who this hot chunk of male goodness was. The uncanny resemblance between her and the child she held, was enough proof that she was indeed his mother.After the waterworks had finally dried out, she handed the baby over to his nanny. "He's my son." Her own words sounded strange but filled with acceptance for the bundle of joy that slept soundly within seconds of wrapping him, in her warmth."Yes, he is." The masculine voice of her said husband permeated the air. For the strangest of reasons, she fought the strange urge and the part of her medulla that wanted him
Weeks passed, and the world seemed to have returned to some semblance of normalcy. Anna was receiving treatment in a psychiatric hospital, where she struggled to come to terms with the fact that she had lost everything. Meanwhile, Henry's whereabouts were still unknown, and the search for him had gone cold.Lucas had been discharged from the hospital, and he was determined to start over.Suarez had returned to his job as a detective, eager to put the past behind him and focus on the future. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't forget the case that had brought so much turmoil into his life. Henry was still out there, somewhere, and Suarez couldn't rest until he was brought to justice. Meanwhile, Danny and Soli had moved far away from the city, hoping to put the past behind them. Aaron watched as Helen played around with their son, a wide grin spreading across their faces. The little boy's laughter filled the room, and everyone in attendance seemed to be genuinely happy. But de
Ariel stood by the desk, watching Lucas with an air of suspicion. He seemed to be acting strange and she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. “Mr Churchill left a while ago," she said, her voice carefully neutral. Lucas’s brow furrowed and his lips pursed in thought. He seemed anxious, almost twitchy, and it set her on edge. “Is there anything you'd like me to tell him when he returns?" Lucas paused, his expression unreadable. “No, there's nothing," he said, his voice tight. “Thanks” Ariel nodded, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right. She watched Lucas leave her desk, there was something up with the way he asked for Aaron’s presence Finally, she couldn't take it anymore, so she made a straight dial towards Aaron. Helen could feel the warmth of Aaron's body as he wrapped his arms around her. She let herself relax into his embrace, feeling safe and protected. “Are you hurt anywhere?" Aaron asked, his voice gentle but urgent. Helen shook h
Anna had majestically returned to Aaron’s mansion like nothing happened, without being discharged from the hospital. Light makeup and a nice dress fixed her physical state but definitely could not take away the misery she was feeling in her heart or make the earlier scenery disappear from her memories. Julian’s brother, Danny had abducted her while doing some grocery shopping, she tried fighting off the young man all by herself but ended up losing her child before Lucas could come to her rescue. Lucas had overheard Henry encouraging Danny on the phone to take his revenge on the real killer of his brother Anna and with a flash the young man went after her. The thought of prison terrified Anna, she would be at the mercy of the system. She knew that she couldn't bear the thought.But there was another even greater fear. Aaron would find out the truth about the miscarriage. He would discover that she had lied to him, and she couldn't bear the thought of losing him.Her mind raced, try
"The press conference has been getting a lot of positive feedback, sir," Ariel said, looking at the numbers on her screen. “Views are well into the millions, and the comments have been overwhelmingly positive." Aaron looked up from his laptop, a slight smile playing on his lips. “That's great to hear," he said, his voice warm with approval. "You did a fantastic job putting that together." Ariel blushed at the praise, feeling a rush of pride. "Thank you, sir," she said, her voice full of gratitude. "I'm glad to be of service."As Aaron looked at Ariel, his eyes caught on a small bump in her stomach. It was barely noticeable, but it was there. And it reminded him of Helen when she was pregnant with their son. He remembered the joy he had felt, the anticipation of becoming a father, and then the thought of having another baby with his ex-wife. He pushed the thoughts away, not wanting to dwell on the past. But they lingered, just beneath the surface.Ariel cleared her throat, breaking t
As Anna sipped her wine, she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. She was surrounded by opulence and luxury, but she knew that the man she was with was evil. Henry studied her, his eyes narrowing.“You only ever visit when you need my help," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "What do you want from me this time?"Anna's fingers curled around the stem of her wine glass, and she took a deep breath. Anna smirked at Henry's words, allowing him to bask in his pride. He dared to imply that she was weak, without even saying it outright. But Anna knew better. She was a woman who had been through hell and back, and she wasn't about to let an old man like Henry tell her what she was or wasn't."It would be the other way around, Mr. Neville," she purred, a faux smile on her lips. Henry's eyebrows shot up in confusion. He wasn't sure what Anna was getting at.“You're the one who needs my help," she said, her voice cold and confident. Henry couldn't help but laugh. "You've got to be kidding
News reports of Dragon's image flashed across the screen, the word "WANTED" in bold letters underneath. A reward of a billion naira was offered to anyone who could provide information that would lead to his capture. Grandpa Adolph shook his head, a look of concern on his face. "That's an awful lot of money to put on a murderer's head," he said, his voice heavy with worry. "What if someone gets hurt in the process?""I know it's a lot of money," Aaron replied, his brow furrowed. "But we have to do everything we can to bring him to justice and also whoever is instructing to kill. He's a dangerous man, and we can't let him get away with what he's done. I know it's risky, but it's the only way we can make sure he's caught and punished for his crimes."Grandpa Adolph sighed, knowing that Aaron was right. But he couldn't shake the feeling of dread that was settling over him. He knew that this was only the beginning and that things were about to get much worse. “I hope you know what you
“Sit down, boy” Henry barked, his voice filled with irritation. Lucas was pacing the room, his hands running through his hair, his face pale and drawn. He looked like he was about to have a panic attack. “I can't," Lucas said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I can't calm down!" Lucas exclaimed, his frustration spilling over. "Your lackey killed someone! The plan was to beat him up, not to shoot him !" He glared at Dragon, who stood sheepishly next to Henry.Henry's face hardened, his eyes blazing with anger. "So, are you guilty?" he demanded, his voice cold and unforgiving.Lucas looked down at the floor, unable to meet Henry's gaze. The truth was, he was guilty. He had been a part of this, even if he hadn't intended for things to go this far. But he couldn't bring himself to say it out loud. "The inspector deserved what he got," Henry sneered, his words dripping with hatred. "If he dies, it's a win for us. He won't be able to tell anyone what he knows." Dragon nodded ea
It was late at night, and Suarez was still hard at work, even though he'd rather be home in bed. But the pile of unsolved cases on his desk was a constant reminder of the work that still needed to be done.Just then, there was a knock on his door. “Come in," he said, not looking up from his work.It was Ritz, his partner. "I'm heading out," he said. "Are you coming?""I'll be right behind you," Suarez replied, still focused on the task at hand."Don't work too hard," Ritz called out as he left the office. But Suarez knew he wouldn't be able to follow that advice. He was too determined to solve these cases, even if it meant sacrificing his time.As he continued to work, Suarez couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration. These cases were tough, and he was starting to feel like he was getting nowhere. But he wasn't going to give up - not now, not ever. He was determined to solve these crimes and bring justice to the victims.Just then, something caught his eye. A small detail that he h
Roger, one of Henry's men, ushered Aaron into the mansion. The sound of splashing water filled the air, as Henry swam in the pool. The old man Neville has been having a good time since he came out of jail. “Mr. Churchill, it's nice to see you again," Henry called out, his voice carrying over the water. “Care to join me for a swim?" Aaron felt his temper rising. He wasn't here to socialize with the enemy. He was here for answers. “I’m not here for a swim, Mr. Neville," he said, his voice tight with anger. "I'm here to ask you about Dragon." Henry's expression turned serious suddenly, worried, and anxious in a rush but decided not to show the fullness of his anxiety, and he got out of the pool, dripping water onto the marble floor. A maid brought Henry a towel, which he used to dry off his dripping hair and body. His boxers were soaked through, revealing the outline of his genitals beneath the thin fabric. Aaron averted his gaze, feeling a bit uncomfortable.Henry seemed obliviou