Hannah struggled to gather her breath as she suddenly sat up on the bed.
She had no idea how to react to the news that Kennedy had just broken to her.
She thought they were in a good place now, that what just transpired was a sign that they would solidify their relationship.
She then remembered what the nurse had said in the hospital, about him wanting a transfer.
Once again, she felt used and hopeless. It had been the normal routine with the men in her life.
Just when she was beginning to develop a strong affection for them, they would run off, leaving her alone and lonely.
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Daniel was heavily irritated by the report he was seeing.Somehow, everything did not seem to work out in the plans that he was making, and it disgusted him so much.He called the prison guard that usually gave him a phone and asked him for a phone call.The guard was hesitant, as Daniel had not paid his dues for the calls he had made the previous week.This made Daniel so annoyed and impulsive. He held the prison guard by the collar through the gaping prison door, visibly seething with anger. He pressed his neck, almost snapping the life out of his.The prison guard surrounded him and held the phone out to him. He call
"Ma, someone is waiting for you in your office," a nurse told Hannah as she got into the hospital. She had been a bit late today because her monthly period had started.She hated the days she had to go to work. She knew she would automatically be late as cramps became her best friend and her body had suddenly grown resistant to the pain relief drugs.She had brought it upon herself. She took so much of it that it made her body unresponsive.But this morning, she only had a cup of herbal tea, and the pain drastically decreased. She cursed herself for not knowing about it earlier.What pained her most aside from her cramps that morning was the fact that Kennedy was traveling.
Patricia looked at her buzzing phone that sat on the kitchen counter as she made lunch for Damian. Daniel was calling, and she was not ready to answer him at all. It had been that way since the last time she went to see him, and he had threatened her.She was avoiding her. If a man could kill his son just to have something, then it meant that he would not blink an eye to eliminate her. She now saw why Declan had been so overprotective of her.She had been married to this man for years, but she had ignored all his bad sides, thinking she could live with it. But now, her son's life was on the line, and she was not willing to gamble with it. He was all she had, her only cause of consolation, the only good thing that came out of being married to Daniel for close to four years.The phone buzzed persistently, and she huffed in exasperation before she picked it up and pressed it to her ear without saying a word."What do you think that you are doing?" He asked her."I don't understand wh
Samantha thought that the weekend was going to be a good time to relax and talk with her husband. It had been a busy week in the office, and they both needed time.There were several things that she wanted to discuss with him, but the priority on her list was the surrogacy that she had discussed with him the other day. He had refused to talk about it again after that day and he dodged conversations with her, thinking she would bring it up. She saw through him. It was on the way that he did not want to hurt her, but at the same time, he did not want to easily succumb to her decision.It was Saturday, and she had unusually woken up to an empty bed on Declan's side. It was laid out already, as though he had deliberately left. It left her wondering where he was, as he did not leave any note for her. She picked up her phone and dialed his number, but he was not answering. She decided to go look for him. They agreed not to work on weekends, and she was already thinking of what to say t
"What are you doing in here, Patricia?" Declan asked, still shocked at her presence in his study. Patricia was still visibly shaking with fright, not knowing what to say at that time. "I-I– thought–" "How do you even know the passcode in here?" He asked her. She fell silent. He chuckled lightly. "I knew you have been in there before, and you were responsible for that failed contract, but I did not think that you will be bold enough to come in here again," he said. Her eyes widened in surprise. Micheal had spilled the beans but he had not reacted to them. Here she was, thinking that he was oblivious to what she had done. "After everything I have done for you, why are you insistent on frustrating me?" He asked as he stood up and walked towards her. She did not say anything but only shook like a leaf as he towered before her. "I knew you were a horrible person before I agreed to help you for Damian's sake," he began. "I even invited you to my Capetown trip that was suppose
Frank stood by the doorway, slightly devastated, when Abigail opened the door for him.It was very late at night, and it left him wondering what brought him here at this time.He stepped into the house, ignoring a million questions in her eyes as he did so.He sat on the bench of the kitchen counter with a sad countenance, and Abigail knew that there was something wrong.Then she remembered that he had a girlfriend."Relationship troubles?" She began as she sat beside him. He looked at her and shook his head. It meant that it was so much worse."Is it work?" She asked him again.
Declan looked at his wristwatch for the umpteenth time as he sat in the office. It was already past office hours, but he dreaded going home to Samantha.She had been distant from him since their conversation in his study the other day. She was not speaking to him, and even when they sat down for breakfast or dinner, she was mostly on her phone. She stuck to her side of the bed like glue, so she would not have anything to do with him. There was minimal contact, and she did not let him touch her at night at all.The cold shoulder was hard for him to bear, but to him, he would rather live with that than live with the after-effect of a failed surrogacy or miscarriage again. He heard someone open the door, and Micheal stepped into the office."It's past office hours and I need to go home, sir," he requested of Declan. "My girlfriend is around, and she will be expecting him home at this time," he added, a little giddy with excitement."I thought she was your fiancee now," Declan said.
Declan rolled over to his side of the bed as they both struggled to catch their breaths.The air conditioner in their humongous room was at its peak but Declan was still very sweaty, perks of their intense lovemaking.He did not remember the last time they were like that, but he knew that they deserved it.It was like they were compensating for all the time they had dedicated to work and had forgotten to spend time together.His hair matted to his forehead as he turned to plant wet kisses on Samantha's face and neck. She was visibly exhausted, and he knew that he had driven her to the edge."I don't want this to ever stop," he said to her