“I can’t believe I lived in that damn room for days without actually seeing the light." Victor, who had just been released from the cell, couldn’t help but express his fears to his father, Kennedy, who was holding on strong to the steering.“The cell is not a place to be, and you should be lucky you were just detained in the FBI state division and not a proper prison; you wouldn’t look this good,” Kennedy replied with a grumpy tone as he moved the steering side to side.“I think we should leave the city for a couple of days and return to see how things go because we have been listed as suspects and Peter would do anything within his power to put us behind bars,” Victor suggested, but Kennedy, who has always had a fearless spirit, looked at him from the corner of his eyes and shook his head.“Are you starting to grow cold feet concerning all that is going on?" Kennedy asked, knowing fully well that his son would chicken up at the slightest treat detected.“No. Not all att. Chicken up?
A stroll to the park was something Kayla would do over the weekend, and she feels bored and trapped now that Peter is away on a trip and would not be back on Sunday evening. She stared out the window and wondered what on earth would make her stay indoors. The nurse had told her that she was fine, and she could also feel it in her body that she was very much okay. She took her bath, dressed up to leave home after eating, when her phone rang. She took slow, sluggish steps to see who was calling. The moment she saw her mother's number, she braced up, and a strange strength took over her bones. "Hello, mom,” she said into the phone and scoffed, even though her heart was pumping hard.“Kayla, how are you doing? It's been months, and you haven't shown up yet at the house. Is everything okay?” Her mother asked her over the phone. “I'm alright”. Kayla answered, scratching her head as she spoke."Baby, you sound really weak. Are you sure everything is fine with you?” “Yes ma'am. I am just
“Black boots”. She thought in her heart. For a second, her heart stopped beating as she gradually raised her head to meet two daggering pairs of gray eyes. She was sure she had seen the boots somewhere; she quickly recognized them, but what would Victor be stalking her for?“Shocked to see me, huh?” “What the hell do you want from me?” She asked him as she tried hard to maintain the panic in her heart. She looked around with the corner of her eyes, and it seemed as though everyone had deserted the pack just in a blink.“Kayla I can see you have no shame, but I will teach that fiancée of yours a lesson," Victor spoke with spite and anger. Every word that came out of his mouth had a thick venom hanging on, waiting to sting.As Victor's words hung in the air like a profane stench, Kayla felt a gush of irritation and fear intertwine within her. She tightened her fists, her long nails digging into her palms, but she refused to let Victor see her weakness.With a forced calmness, she retort
About forty-five minutes after Kayla got off the phone with Peter, she lay on the bed too tired to do anything. Her laptop was there, looking at her with the jobs she had to deliver to her boss, still sitting pretty unattended. She sighed heavily and got up. She packed the pillows and made a soft sitting position for herself. That was all she needed to be comfortable with what she was about to do. She pulled the laptop from the desk and placed it on the bed. She had to finish the job before her boss called her again. But as she remembered the scene at the park, she drifted back into reverie.“What did he plan to do? Victor knew the only place he would locate her was that exact spit they had shared for years, almost every other weekend while they were an item. He remembered every little detail about her, and that could only tell one thing: that he has not moved on with his life yet, or was it that difficult for him to accept the fact that Kayla had dumped his sorry spoilt ass for his c
“I think we should go on a simple date tomorrow evening." Peter said. “I can't go on a date; I am too tired." Kayla snorted from the other end of the room, where she was sitting on the couch with her laptop on her thighs. “Why? Okay, maybe we can do a movie date or something. I just want us to spice things up a bit." He said this to her while he sat with his pajamas on.She looked at him with dangerous eyes and then squinted them owly till her eyes darkened.“Mr. CEO, don't you have anything else to do by the weekend? I need to rest and remember that I am a pregnant woman." She protested with a serious look on her face.“Pregnant. Not sick. Remember, you told me so yourself? I believe you can manage. Kayla Look, I just want to ease off, okay? Work is tiring, with cases here and there. Problems with staff and all, I just want to cool my head with you in it." Peter said. His tone was fierce and determined. For real, the past few weeks have been really rough for him, and Kayla can att
By morning, Peter felt much better than he had been in the middle of the night. When Kayla woke up, he was sleeping peacefully, so she decided not to wake him up. She has been in his place for a couple of days, and she would really need to go home to get a few things.She got into the bathroom and brushed her teeth.Meanwhile, when she left, Peter woke up and raced his hand on her space beside him with his eyes shot, and when he didn't feel her around, he opened his eyes and sighed. Wondering where she must have gone as early as this, he sat up on the bed and stared at the bathroom door. The door opened gradually, as though she had felt it in her spirit that Peter was awake and waiting for her.“Hey. Are you awake?” She asked him when she finally got a glimpse of him sitting up right on the bed. “I am away, Kayla. I hope you slept well." He asked her.“I guess I did a little, but not with the way you kept tossing and turning and groaning like someone was in pain." She replied to him
“We will be late if you keep crawling like this." Peter told Kayla. He was standing by the mirror, fully dressed in his azure-colored suit and nice Balenciaga shoes. The Rolex watch on his wrist speaks of volume and luxury. “Tell me why I won't be the envy of the town." He asked a rhetorical question that left only a surprised look on Kayla's face. He knew he was handsome because of his height and his body build. His chiseled abs and jaw—there was nothing he didn't have made perfect for him, and he could easily pass for a model.Kayla, who was busy with her makeup, stole glances at him from the mirror in front of her. “You are just so full of yourself." She sighed and continued.“You never give me credit for it." He said it jokingly to her."Oh, how nice. I bet you have to go for some pageantry. You are fine, and you know it. I can't keep telling you that every day, my boss." She winked at him and grinned sheepishly.“Get off me. You are such a killjoy." He teased and laughed.“You
“It's beautiful, and it has diamonds.” She twinkled her fingers and smiled at them. Then she suddenly went gloomy again.Surprised at her sudden change in demeanor, Peter asked, “What? You ‐ don't like it?” He stuttered the question.“Not that”. She took a deep breath. “We should have been married before this baby set in. You know it's some kind of family ethics, and I just broke it. I feel really bad, and I don't know how mom would take it,” she complained, still looking at the beautiful diamond ring sitting pretty on her finger. “I understand, but trust me, everything will be fine. I had no idea about this family ritual thing, and you never mentioned it. I would have been more careful, Kay. But it has already happened, and there is absolutely nothing we can do about it except get rid of the baby. Is that what you want?” “An abortion? Over my dead body. I could never do a thing as horrible as that to my innocent child.”.“Good. So that leaves us with the option of facing your paren