Anonymous pov"What do you think we should do about her?" He had asked"I had an idea that might not be a good one," I said wondering if it was worth the try."Let us hear it" he obliged"How about we tell her husband has been kidnapped?" I said feeling stupid about the idea"I do not understand. We are trying to keep this woman off of our backs and you can only suggest that we will tell her husband has been kidnapped?""Yes, and those who kidnapped him are very dangerous people and are after the rest of his family so she has to leave the country. And we can book a flight for her and all her children very easily. Keep them on an island somewhere and make sure that they are well provided for. That way, she would forget about him. Will take time but she will get over it eventually?" I said assuring him"What about him?""And by him, you mean him?""Yes we have to do it tonight, get this all wrapped up and finished.""Listen, if you want I could do it for you""Do not bother. I will do
Natasha's povGonzalez must have gotten tired of the cold attitude I was giving him these days. Just yesterday, he had said that it was childish of me to continue to hold a grudge over something he said. I do not like the silence too, I miss him, his touch, his hug, I miss everything about him. It is just that every time I remember what he said and how he said it, it still hits me. Each time, it is like it even gets worse. He came to me this morning and said, "I am sorry if my words hurt you, it was not and is not my intention. I would never want to just hurt you, you know that. Sorry for upsetting you, my love" he finished with a smile and was hoping to get one in return too. "I am not upset that you do not agree with me or your choice of words; I am upset that whenever you do disagree with me, your tone is condescending and you minimize my opinion. To disagree is understandable... but to disregard my feelings and act as if my opinion does not matter is unacceptable." I gave in ret
Anonymous povI could not understand him no matter how I tried. He was very impossible to read or play. As far as I know, he had never had his heart broken before. So, I could not fathom why the walls he had built for himself and the thick skin he had developed, all in a bid to protect himself from love. I only hope he does find love later, I believe that it would change him."At a point, I did not believe in love too. After what happened with you know who, I must have promised myself to avoid love at all costs" I said trying to give him my dose of motivational advice. He scoffs and says "what do you think you are doing, helping me? I do not need it, we have better things to discuss. Who is she by the way?" He asked"Oh, do not worry about that. I am sure you will meet her soon""Whoever it is, is a very lucky woman""And I, a lucky man" we both burst into laughter "I trust you on that. It is very bad to have traitors amongst us. Without such a traitor, we can only think of success
Natasha's pov (The Gonzalez's Family Home) "Babe? Babe!" I called out. His phone had been ringing and he was nowhere to be found "Honey, what is it?" He asked walking in, barely covered and had foam in the greater part of his body, he must have rushed from the bathroom and I burst out laughing. "Is this funny? Do I look funny to you?" He asked and joined in the laughter "What is so important that you had to scream my name like that?" He asked "Your phone has been ringing and I know how much you hate having to miss your calls" I noted "Yes, ma'am. I will check it only when I am done bathing" he answered and walked back to the bathroom The baby had kicked, perhaps in laughter too at his daddy's funny face. I had not told Gonzalez yet, I wanted it to be a surprise. When do I tell me that he would be having a son? Perhaps when I can get the contract, the one thing I desperately needed. "You alright?" He asked when he was done "Yeah, why?" I asked "You look like you are hiding s
Willa's pov"I have told you and your girls, times without a number, do not call me Willow. My name is Willa and not Willow" I said trying to control myself"How dare you talk back at me? What are you? Who are you? Imagine this bastard, daughter of a nobody, ..." I had silenced her with a slap before she finished. This time, I put all the anger in me into it. She was going to learn to never speak to me in that manner again, never disrespectfully, ever again, this I would make sure of. I took her by the collar and pinned her to a wall, only then did I begin to land karate kicks to her tummy muttering the words, "next time you see me, pass the other way."I turned to her friends and said, "anyone has something to say?" No one said anything, all her friends moved back and watched her groaning in pain and could not do anything, "I thought as much. You all are chickens, anyone else ever talks shit to me or about me will get twice as much as what she git today" I said pointing to every on
Willa's povI have seen my dad this way, he admitted that he was wrong or agrees with me on anything at all. This was shocking, I do hope that I was not having one of those silly dreams I usually have when I sleep.A few seconds passed and I knew this was real, my dad was to see things my way. Was this what it required? A fight? Why did I not think of this earlier? "Dad, are you sure about this?" I asked when I finally found my voice and the right words would not come. "Yes, I am more than serious. You should know by now when I am serious and when I am not" he said "I do not want to leave the school because of that girl, she would think I bowed to her and she would go round telling the whole school that I was expelled because I laid my hands on her, I would not let that happen. She would only use the opportunity to bully other students like myself who have decided to take the silent route" I said reasonably"I am impressed that you think of it that way but that should not be our ma
Willa's povMy auntie Olivia continued to meet more often all thanks to my uncle. Thankfully, we have been able to keep this away from dad with all his claims of being meticulous, this was one thing he could not figure out. Uncle would pick me up and take me to her and would do the same when we were done, making sure I get back into the house safely without being noticed. I wonder why he did all of that for me, he is one of the nicest people I have met. I knew he was putting himself at great risk should anything happen to me or dad were to find out, he would sure as hell be losing his job and trust in his father. I guess both of us (myself and auntie Olivia) needed each other's company. She had confessed to me that for most of her life, she had been lonely. I told her she was lucky, that I for one has been lonely all my life"But, you have your dad," she said"Yes, I do and at the same time, I do not. He is always busy with one thing or the other and never seems to have time. I am n
Mr. Davies's povWhenever he hesitated in that manner, I knew he was trying to choose his words carefully. I was trying to get to the root of this so I decided to ask him if he had been in contact with Olivia. I had to look out for all the possible reasons that he might want to reach out to Olivia and all the other reasons he would not. Thinking of all the times he had told me to let go of Olivia as she was not the right one for me. If he did bring her back, why now? Could Arnold be the traitor? Going into the house, I found Willa watching her favorite show on TV, she loved it so much that anything she watched, she would laugh so hard and long. She seemed to notice that I had come in and decided to put off the Tv as I would always scold her for watching TV shows that late."Go on, you can watch all you want today. Actually, not all just this show because you have to go to bed when it ends. You are lucky I am in a good mood today" this had her smiling and she ran over to where I wa