Laura slid out of his suddenly limp embrace and excused herself, not missing the frown of confusion, curiosity and dread on his face.She went into the bedroom and to Cameron's cot and realized he was only having a bad dream. After calming him down and putting him to sleep again, she returned to the sitting room.He was standing with his back to her staring at a painting. His stance oozed power and sexual appeal and she mentally slapped herself for harboring immoral thoughts."That was a baby, wasn't it?" He asked in a murmur."Yes, obviously." She replied curtly."Whose child is it?" He asked, turning to face her."None of your business." She said nonchalantly.He took a dangerous step towards her. "Laura. Whose. Child. Was that?"She glared at him for seconds then rolled her eyes."Well since you're been insistent, he's my child."Time stood still as he froze at her announcement. Then he vaguely remembered that she did have a son. He had found out when he went through her profile
"No way!" Celina boomed pacing up and down the living room."It is what it is, mother."Samantha said tearfully as she sat on the couch with a mug of tea in her hands, legs tucked in. "I will not allow this to happen!""It already has!" Samantha snapped in annoyance. "Greg already knows that Sydney is not his son and asides that, I believe he has regained his memory. It's over mum.""No it's not!" Celina said stubbornly. "This can't be over, not after everything we did to get you to that position.""Mum you don't understand," Samantha said wearily. "I already confessed to Greg that Sydney is not his! And there's no way he's gonna take me back after catching me in bed with that moron!""Well you are as much of a moron as that fool he caught you in his bed with." Celina snapped. "How could you be so stupid and careless? Sleeping with another man in his house, in his bedroom! What kind of stupidity is that?""I wasn't expecting him until in the evening!""And so what you foolish child?
She placed her hand on her protruded tummy and smiled as she watched her husband and son, their heads bent in concentration and with cute matching frowns on their foreheads as they went through the book before them. They were so similar, both in appearance and in character. She sighed in contentment.It had been a very blissful three years. Too blissful that she found it terrifying. It all seemed too good to be true at the initial stage but when she thought about everything she had gone through, she realized that she deserved every happiness that came to her. Her husband, her son and the baby in her womb who, she always felt couldn't wait to come into the world and meet it's family.A small cloud of sadness settled on her face as she thought of her step mother, Celina. After the confessions that fateful day, the police had arrived and arrested her and she was charged to court and was found guilty of attempted murder then was sentenced to many years of imprisonment. It had been a lo
Thank you so much for clicking on my book and following me through this journey. I’m so grateful. Please don’t forget to check out my other book Married But Single. I bet you’d love it even better. A brief Synopsis of the book below:"Mum, I can't marry him!" She exclaimed. "Didn't you see the way he looked at me the last time we had a meeting about this? He looked at me with disgust! That guy can never love me, mum.""He doesn't have to love you Annabelle," Monalisa replied. "Just focus on the money and fame his name will bring to us."Annabelle gasped, "What?" ***"If you expect me to fulfill any obligation as a...husband, to you, then think again."He said coldly. "We are married on paper only and I will never look at you as my wife!" Tears were beginning to form in her eyes. "To me, you are just a housemate."Her life was doomed. But she had no choice but to embrace what fate had brought her way. Her hot husband could not even stand the sight of her and she was bound to him for
Laura dropped the book she was reading as a very harsh knock collided with her door. "Laura! open the door this minute!" Samantha exclaimed from the other side of the door. Samantha was the first child of Celina, the young widow whom Laura's father, Chief West had married when Laura was still a baby. Celina was already with a daughter whom she claimed was West's child after a brief affair they had had in the past before he got married to Laura's mother and Samantha was three years older than Laura. A year and few months after their marriage, Celina had given birth to another girl, Mirabel. "I said open this door and come out now!" Laura stood up and slowly walked to the door as Samantha kept pounding on it. She took a deep breath and unlocked the door, slowly opening it when Samantha yanked it open and her hand flew up in the air and landed on Laura's cheek. Laura wasn't expecting this and she jerked back in shock. Tears filled her eyes. "Samantha what was that for?" "Sh
Greg came into his vast living room and flopped tiredly on the neat white sofa. He was jet lagged as usual, even though he travelled with his private jet every now and then. He looked around him and smiled. Yes, he was getting everything he wanted and attaining the level he had always aspired to acquire. Money, power and women were nothing to him now. But he felt incomplete. He didn't know why, but there was a void in his life that made him feel he didn't have everything yet that life had to offer. He got up and made to go upstairs, when a knock came on the door. He knew it was the gatekeeper so he permitted him to come in. The gateman Amos, poked his head through the slightly opened door. "Wehdone sir.""Yes, Amos?"The silly gatekeeper kept staring like he was suddenly dumb and Greg sighed in frustration. "What the hell, Amos? Why are you staring like a moron?" He snapped."Weren't you going to tell me something?""Eh? Uh, yes sir, yes sir. Sir a lady, fine lady, is waiting fo
Laura slowly raised her head and looked at the clock on the wall, it was 12am in the morning. She sighed and wondered when the day would break. She was so weak because she hadn't eaten anything for almost three days. She weakly got up from the floor and climbed onto her bed, using the pillows as comfort. Tears filled her eyes for the umpteenth time. She was used to the maltreatment but it still hurt each time she was treated badly. With a weak heart and body, she prayed that dawn would arrive quickly. ❤❤❤Greg couldn't sleep.He kept turning and tossing, then finally got up to take another shower. When he was done, a knock came on his bedroom door. He wondered who was disturbing him at that time of the morning. "Who's it?""Mrs Andrew, sir."Mrs Andrew was the housekeeper, a woman in her late forties. But she had the working energy that befitted a youth. "I thought you've gone home." He said opening the door. "Aren't you done for today?" "Oh you know I wouldn't leave without le
Laura rummaged through her wardrobe searching for a good gown she could wear to her father's formal birthday party. He had arrived the previous night and everyone had been busy since his arrival, so she managed to make out little time to arrange the things she would wear. She had to look her best tonight so as not to embarrass her father, but she only had few clothes to choose from and she settled for a blue long gown ☝🏻 that her father had bought for her some months back. It was the most expensive thing in her wardrobe so she settled for it. Not that she had much choices, for it had been a long time since she got herself some new clothes. Most of the allowances given to her by her father were spent on some school stuffs, as well as transportation since she didn't have a car. Through the influence of her stepmother, her father had bought a car for her elder stepsister Samantha and had later gotten another one for both her and Mirabel to use since they were in the same faculty in