Early the next morning, when the first crow croaked, Berriton's phone rang, waking him from his peaceful sleep. He'd been turning and turning in his bed all night, as if the entire world's black ants had become his bedmates. It was only in the wee hours of the morning that his eyes became drowsy.Clicking loudly, he picked up his phone and rubbed his eyes, trying to take a look at the caller. When his mind clicked on Tanasha, he quickly slipped from his bed, falling down in the process, and a painful groan escaped his lips."What the hell will she call this early?" "Don't she know I'm married?" He complained, blaming her for his fall.He silently walked out of the house in fear of waking up his wife, who was still sleeping, and answered the call."Good morning, sir." "Sorry for calling you this early." A deep voice from the other end apologized. A relieved sigh escaped his lips when he realized he was panicking for the wrong reason—the caller wasn't Tanasha but someone else."Who is t
Late in the evening, Berriton's doorbell rang. Jude, who had been sitting in the living room all that time, her eyes fixed on the television, swung her legs off the couch and went to answer it.She met face-to-face with the minister, who stood straight with a wide smile across his face. "Oh my gosh!" "Mr. Harry, is this you?" Jude asked, stretching her hand forward for a handshake."Of course, and you are?" He asked, accepting the handshake."Am Jude. Jude Berriton." She smiled sweetly. "Please do have a seat." I'll go and call my father. "He has been talking non-stop about you," she said, ushering him in, and Harry smirked. "Really? Am flattered." He responded, flopping on the couch. Jude called the head maid and asked her to make him comfortable as she ran upstairs screaming her dad's name.After a while, Berriton came downstairs, accompanied by his wife. His jet black hair was dripping water, which flowed down his shiny skin and settled as large droplets, which made him appear sex
HAPPY EIGHTEENShe was eighteen. I'm aware because we share a birthday.On that day, their mansion was loaded with different guests. It was her birthday party. Almost all people from the upper class, a few from the middle class, and none from the lower class had attended. Their wealth was something that amazed me. They slept poor and woke up rich.The rise of their status class left many of us dumbfounded. Among the people present was her father, James Berriton. A local business tycoon who suddenly became worldwide He had the temper of a lion. No one dared to crack jokes in his presence. He always wore an emotionless face, covered by chillness and aloofness. Though he was in his late forties and still handsome, people always mistakenly believed him to be a bachelor. His looks made him into what he was. A womanizer! Magazines were covered by his pictures with different women.Then there was her mother, Rosalis Berriton, a tigress. She fought almost every day on the streets; she had a s
OUR SECOND FIGHTPete sang in a soft, lilting voice as she withdrew the yellow curtains from her window. Her lips parted as her cheeks curled upwards for an uncontrovertible smile. For the past two weeks, her life felt different. Maybe it was because Heather had agreed to be her girlfriend.With her, everything felt right. The sparkle she yearned for in her previous relationships, she found in her current relationship. She crimmed her eyes against the morning sun, closing back the curtains she had once withdrawn. As others marvelled at the morning sun, she despised it. It made her almond-shaped, jewel-green eyes weak.Jumping from her bed, she ran downstairs to have her breakfast."Ding!" Her phone chimed, and her heart skipped a beat. Blushing, she giggled as she hurriedly read the message. It was from none other than her gorgeous girlfriend, Heather."Aren’t you coming to escort me to the airport or are you afraid you will cry in front of me?" The message was read.Her face dropped
FINALLY, ABROAD!The seven-hour journey was exhausting. Three hours had passed, and her back ached. Excusing herself, she went to the toilet. She slapped her cheeks, slightly blushing, over what had happened earlier before she boarded her plane. She could still feel Pete’s tongue on her pussy.She giggled like a teenage girl as she took her phone from her pocket and touched Pete’s picture on the screen. The photo has been serving as her screen saver for seven years now. She took it when they were twelve years old. She used to sneak into Pete’s room and watch her sleep.Slowly, her mischief grew into an obsession, and the obsession became a habit. She could do anything to her except watch her sleep. After some time, when she tried to stop herself from doing it, she realized she couldn’t since she was head over heels with Pete.A year later, when they clocked thirteen, she had mustered up enough courage. She had decided it was time to confess her feelings toward her before it was too la
NIGHTMARE COMING TRUE"Heather!" A familiar voice called her name, but she couldn't recall where or when she had heard it.In shock, she looked around, wondering what she should do. She was trapped in the middle of nowhere. A land filled with white sand surrounded her."Heather, come." The voice called again, and a portal opened in front of her.Afraid to step on it, she stepped back and tried to run away. A gush of wind from nowhere waved, passing through the land, and with a thud she fell on the other side of the portal."Hello!" She called when shock evaded her."Hello!" She called again, and her own voice answered her back.Birds sang above her, and she looked around in surprise. She was no longer in the middle of nowhere, but she was lying in the forest. The forest hummed with life around her. She twirled around, gazing up at the canopy, searching for the birds that were singing sweetly.She crimmed her eyes as the sun broke through the cracks, lightening up the dirt path ahead o
FIRST ESCAPE ATTEMPTA week had passed since Heather had learned her fortune. Tears brimmed in her beautiful, brown glass-like eyes and flowed down her high-cheeked bones when she recalled what her dad had said over the phone."I'm sorry, sweatheart. I know I and your mother failed you as parents, but we had no other option. Growing up, you saw how people looked down on us because we were poor. When I heard that there was a man who bought humans in exchange for money, I sold you, dear. I wanted to raise our social class. I'm so sorry." Her dad told him when he called him to inquire if what Alejendro had said was true.She badly wanted to call Pete and tell her how she was fairing. She wanted to tell her she was right since the very first day she doubted her parents, but unluckily, she couldn't do that any more. All her belongings were taken, including her smartphone.She curled up in a foetal position on the dusty ground as more tears streamed down her cheeks.Since she came to learn h
PURPOSE REVEALEDAfter her first escape attempt failed, Heather decided to let go of the thought. Deep down, she knew that even if she succeeded in running away from Ajendro's clutches, he would still find her.Just a day ago, she overheard him talking on the phone with someone. He was assuring that person that none of his packages could slip from his hands easily. After pounding on what he meant, she finally understood; packages were the people who were given to him as gifts after offering help. A few days ago, he explained to her that she was the "package" her dad had sent over after helping him.She also learned that the building she was kept in was not the only building Alejendro used to run his mystery business. She discovered that there were several buildings of that kind—unfinished, abandoned, and ugly—in different parts of the world where these businesses operate.Up until now, Heather had no contractions of fear in her heart. She had decided to accept her fate. She was prepar