Romans de oluwaseyibusayor

~ Camila's POV ~I heard the door creaked open and my heart almost jumped out of my body as Mila's cute chubby face popped out from behind the door. "Mommy," She squealed as she ran towards me. I stood frozen to a spot with wide eyes. My heart thumped loudly as she hugged my legs with cute giggles. I wasn't ready for this, I still can't believe I'm married to a pervert, so I tired so much to avoid her, I had so much on my mind and I knew she's too young to be around such toxic environment at that point. But here she is, with her big eyes pouting cutely to be carried. I bent unconsciously, my body acting on its own as I took her in my arms. Her smile grew wider as her chubby but tiny hands wrapped around my neck. "How did you get here Chumpkin?" I mumbled to myself and patted her back. Tera, Mila's nanny soon appeared at the door breathing heavily like she was being chased by a ghost. "I'm sorry ma'am," she apologised as she stepped into the room. "She wouldn't s

~ Camila's POV ~ I didn't know how long I sat down staring at nothing, my mind drifting away while I held my pen. Two days It's been two days since Travis travelled. Two days since I discovered his secret daughter. Two days since I had to think about my next move. And far more than two days of pretending I was fine while my world quietly tilted on its axis. The room was silent, except for the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. Each second passed, reminding me that time was moving even though I felt stuck. I leaned back in my chair and stared at the ceiling, my grip on the pen tightened a little as I exhaled slowly and brought my gaze back down. This constructed arrangement called marriage was never supposed to be permanent, it's meant to be simple and temporary, he gets what he wants I do and it's over. But Travis had made his stance painfully clear. He had no plans for a divorce, and that alone complicated everything. If I try to go ahead and file forcefull

~ Camila's POV ~ “Daddy said you’d be here.” "What?!" I sat upright on the bed staring at the little girl like I was dreaming. "I didn't mean to wake you up, Daddy said not to." Not a word came out of my mouth I just continued staring at her, trying to comprehend what was going on. Her stomach growled softly. "Tera is still asleep," She gestured to her tummy slowly, "I'm hungry." She said and tilted her head a little to the side. I stood from the bed still not believing what was before me. "What's your name?" I asked. "Mila." "Alright, let's get you something to eat." I took her hands but the words that flew out of her mouth the next moment made me stop dead in my tracks. "Are you my new mummy?"–––Something bitter ran through my blood. The feeling of being betrayed stung once more even more than it did with George. I wasn't supposed to be hurt but I was, I shouldn't have let my heart lead me. And now I'm back in the same pit I came out from. He

~ Camilla's Pov ~ The ride home was not the usual kind of silent ride I have with Travis. He sat closer I could feel the heat radiating off him, my hands in his. We said nothing, but the tension was loud in the air as his thumb drew circles over my hand. It was weird at first, but seeing how lost he was, staring out of the window, it seemed like he was trying to soothe himself, so I let him. I yawned in exhaustion as the event of the night was quite it. Margaret kept introducing tons of men to Travis, and business talks kept going till my heels hurt from standing too long. I bet he noticed how I moved from foot to foot. His eyes rested on me for a while before he interrupted the man he was speaking with. "My wife is exhausted for tonight. We will continue this discussion another time." The man chuckled nervously and blinked a few times. "Apologies Mrs. Walker, I wouldn't mind having a proper meeting with you, Sir." He stretched his hands for a handshake, which Travis took

Olivia's POV I closed the door behind me and rested my back against it, a small smile still plastered to my face. I could still feel the heat across my face, recalling my conversation with the stranger downstairs. "I'm Steve Hobbs." He grinned knowingly while my eyes went wide in surprise. The same Steve Hobbs I knew! Not in my wildest dreams did I expect to meet Steve at Mrs Lewis' party, then I realised, all along, he had looked so familiar. "Oh my god!" I stared at him, almost speechless, while he just continued grinning. "Judging by how stunned you are, I'm guessing you're a huge fan." "Of course I am," I tugged my hair behind my ear and adjusted my dress. "How could I not recognise you?" "Well, you had so much on your mind tonight." He shrugged, a small smile still plastered to his face. "You played my favourite song. Your hit song!" I almost squealed.He let out a small laugh, "It's nice meeting you, Ms Olivia of Young Steel." "Do you know me?" "I doubt anyo

~ Olivia's POV ~We sat on a bench together. I was draped in his jacket, staring into the space while he played his guitar. The stranger with the glasses whose name I didn't know took me out of the party in his car to a park. It was late night already, there weren't many people except for a few couples sitting a bench or two away. I was lost in my own world until the strings began to sound familiar. It was one of my favorite songs; I slowly turned to look at him. His eyes were closed, humming as his fingers stroked the strings perfectly, like they belonged there. For some odd reason, he looked familiar but I couldn't figure where I had met him before. He opened his eyes and caught me staring, but I looked away, feeling heat spread across my face. I was thankful it was pretty dark, else I'd be more embarrassed. My phone rang loudly, coming to the rescue, but my heart raced as I stared at the image on my screen, contemplating whether to answer the call or not.