Her hair in a smooth beautiful bun, looking like a fairytale princess, Melissa gracefully stepped into the ballroom. Dressed in an off shoulder white bodycon long sleeved dress that kissed the floor. Nodding at the employees finishing up, she clutched the small black bag in her hands. The crunchy bag matched her strappy heels which often picked through her long slit. And with every step she took, her smooth legs showed, leaving many drooling. Whenever she turned her head, the dangling diamond shaped earrings glittered catching everyone's eyes. As the ring on her finger that she had forgotten to take off left many wondering. "Make sure the catering team is all set. We need all our guests to be well accommodated." Conversing with the organizer in charge, Melissa didn't notice the person walking towards her until she felt a tap on her shoulder. "Lisa!" Turning to see who was behind her, she exclaimed then covered her mouth as all eyes turned to her. "Goodness, what are you do
After spending her day off watching her son play in the villa's field with his father, Melissa went to work. On arrival, as she walked into the building, everyone looked at their phones. Then whispered to each other glancing her way. Some who had never spoken to her walked over to greet her. She smiled and nodded at them thinking they were talking about the ceremony. Which had gone on for the whole weekend causing a buzz in the media. When she walked into her office, Nancy and Jenifer too were head deep in the newspaper. But tried to hide it when they saw her. "What going on?" She asked, stopping in front of Jenifer's desk when she saw their unusual behavior. "Melissa, hey we didn't hear you come in. Is your foot better?" Jenifer asked, covering the newspaper with her laptop. "What's going on?" She inquired again. "Have you seen today's newspaper?" Nancy inquired, getting the newspaper from Jenifer. "Nancy don't." Jenifer tried to stop her but she paid no attention to her.
Not hearing any of the accusations and curses uttered by Mr. Clark's niece, Melissa stood in the driveway watching the brown range rover disappear, leaving behind a cloud of dust. "I'm sorry." Melissa apologized, getting back to the house to carry on with her work. "Why don't you ask your uncle what happened before accusing her?" Her husband questioned her irritated by her insistence on terminating the renovation contract just to teach Melissa a lesson. After calling her uncle, she apologized profusely to Melissa for all the insults and for misjudging her. She even promised to talk her uncle into helping her with the information she needed. As they concluded the house tour and discussed all the materials needed to complete the work, a white Porsche driving into the compound caught their attention. "Honey, are you expecting any guests?" He asked his wife, looking out of the window. "No, few people know about this place. I'll go see who it is." She spoke, walking out through the b
The house manager directed Sasha to the house where old Mr. Johnson was resting in the lounge when she got to the mansion."Grandfather!" Cheerfully, she bowed in greeting as soon as she was in his presence. "My child, welcome. Have you been crying?" The old man inquired watching her keenly. "No grandfather, I had an eye infection, but it's better now." She responded touching her face. "How is your health?" She asked sitting on a chair beside him. "I'm doing better now, thanks to the medicine and my good doctor's care." He answered, glancing at the middle aged man standing beside him. "I'm glad you're better. I brought herbal tea, I know how much grandfather loves tea and it's also very helpful in lowering blood sugar." She said taking out a one kilo jar of chamomile tea from her bag. "My aunt told me about its rich health benefit and I thought of you so I had it imported right away." She said smiling shyly. "Thank you, my child, where else can I get such a thoughtful granddaug
Melissa took her bag going into the house, saying hello to Mary in the kitchen she went upstairs to check on her son. Tommy was busy with the cartoon he didn't notice his mother standing at the doorway. With a smile on her face, she watched him for a while imitating what was going on, on the big screen. "Mommy!" He said getting up to hug his mother when she joined him on the sofa. "Hello baby, what are you drawing?" She inquired taking his drawing book. "That lightning mc queen the fastest race car ever, look mommy." He said pointing to the winning red car on the big screen that he had drawn and colored. "It's the fastest car in that race, I want a car like that when I grow up. Mommy, do you think dad will buy it if I ask?" He asked looking at his mother. "I'll buy anything my son wants." Mark said walking into the room. "Daddy." Tommy ran to his father with open arms. Mark carried him in his arm's joining Melissa on the sofa. "Daddy look at my drawing." Tommy proudly gave his fa
With Melissa's picture displayed on every social platform, Mark increased her security. He got people to follow her everywhere she went. He was afraid if identified, people may harass her, endangering her life. After dropping Tommy off at school, she went to the house renovation she was supervising. Checked the materials purchased, giving instructions where needed. Making sure her team was handling the work as planned, she asked Adams to stop at the mall to buy some items on her way to the apartment. At the apartment building, she requested her bodyguards to help her carry the boxes to the apartment door. Getting to the apartment, she pulled Lisa aside. Then she told her the plan to distract her bodyguards so she would leave the building without alerting them. Fifteen minutes later, she walked out through the building's back door wearing sports shoes, blue jeans with a white t-shirt. Hailing a taxi, she pulled her cap down, covering her face. "Sorry, I can't take you to this ad
Mr. Stevens sat in his office waiting to hear news about the day's operation. He had managed to stop Mr. Crack from talking to Melissa for the time being. But he still feared what extent Diana would go to to keep the secret hidden. "Was all the cargo delivered?" He inquired from Diana when she got to the office. "Yes daddy. They delivered everything on time." Diana confirmed pouring herself a drink. "Our little rat, did you catch it?" He asked sitting back, placing his work aside. He had set the whole thing up to see what Melissa would do. "No, no one showed up. After clearing the goods, I let two of my trusted men stand watch for any vehicles driving in but nothing. I guess she didn't bite the bait." Though their informant with the police had nothing to report, Diana hoped she would get a reason to attack Melissa. Luckily the taxi Melissa took drove off seconds before Diana's men got to the location. Missing her by a whisker. "Then we don't need to pursue her if she is not a t
On the way to the meeting, Mark's assistant called asking him to go to the clubhouse for another meeting. As always the man sat in a dimly lit room concealing his face. Though Mark had men following his convoy, they didn't know his true identity or why he was helping them fight the organization. Every time they got close to finding out who he was, he managed to get rid of every piece of evidence they got. "How have you been son?" The grey haired man asked leaning back on his chair. "I'm well, but I guess you know since you have all the information about me. Why don't you stop the games and tell me what you are after." Mark blurted out taking a seat. "I want Melissa to be safe, keep her out of the limelight. Now she is your wife. You are responsible for her well-being." He said, twirling his walking stick. "Who is she to you? Why are you so interested in my wife?" Mark asked getting pissed off. "As I said, when the time is right you will find out, I'll tell her everything she n