LOGINA SURPRISE VISIT
It felt like an eternity for Mr. Andrew as he waited out there. Eventually, Savannah came out smiling and excited to share the results. She had aced the interview, much to Mr. Andrew’s relief since he had already planned a celebratory treat. They went to a desert store where Savannah had enough donuts and cookies to get a sugar rush. Mr. Andrew simply handled the payment. They arrived back home to find a white jeep with a brown interior parked in the compound. Mr. Andrew seemed just as confused to see the car. It was only once they got to the living room that they got an idea of what was going on. A beautiful young woman with brown hair and blonde highlights was quick to walk towards Mr. Andrew. “Hey Javyn, you weren’t answering my calls, so I figured I’d just come to see you. We need to talk.” The lady was looking at him, desperate for any reaction. He simply held onto Savannah’s hand and told her she needed to leave. Just then, Mia walked in with the flowers the lady had brought, neatly arranged in a water pot. Savannah sensed the tension in the room and could feel the lady’s glare. She simply freed her hand and mumbled an inaudible excuse. She was about to walk away when Mr. Andrew pulled her closer and kissed her cheek. He then asked Mia to help her carry the desserts they had brought home. “Deysha, what makes you think you can show up here as you please? It’s been ten years, you’re not welcome here anymore.” She looked disappointed. {YEARS AGO} Javyn Andrew is not only one of Lovetta High’s most brilliant minds, but also the son of a multi-millionaire, James Andrew. He is heir to his great business and an admirable young man. He never had time for the ladies despite the many approaches he got. He hated distractions and knew that they only saw dollar signs. He never planned to cross paths with any lady, let alone end up having a close relationship that would end when it mattered most. Deysha joined Lovetta High as her father’s last resort to make her focus on her education. She was everything he hated in a daughter. As a man notorious for running illegal businesses that had built his fortune, he wanted gorgeous, smart children who would have something going for them. He thought that if they could not pursue a career that would help in his businesses, they could at least get married to a man who could. Deysha was neither the most beautiful nor the most intelligent. All she had going for her was her love of Biology, which is what led her to Javyn. The day she raised her hand to answer a question in Biology class is the day Javyn noticed her and was instantly drawn to her. What started as them sharing an interest in the medical field turned into a full-blown romance. They had it all planned out: they would become doctors and start a hospital together. This was until Javyn’s father passed away, and she suddenly vanished. **** Looking at her now, he could not help but hear the past questions coming back to him. Why had she left? Did she love him? They were endless. Deysha had not changed much; she was still a curvy young lady with a pretty, dimpled face. All that had changed was his feelings towards her; he could not stand her presence. She was about to leave when Celia walked in and recognized her immediately. She was amused to see her son’s lost lover back and embraced her. Celia had always adored Deysha and still did. She insisted that Deysha stay for dinner and spent the evening catching up with her. They were like best friends. **** Savannah got to Mr. Andrew’s office tray in hand to give him his afternoon medications. This time, though, she met him with company. At first, she was too exhausted to remember where she had seen the person. Then she recognized the blue, washed-out jeans and white T-shirt. She immediately remembered what she had seen that morning and cringed inwardly. Mr. Andrew was quick to introduce him. “Savannah, this is my good friend Zayn. Zayn, this is my nurse. Stay away from her.” He had said it playfully enough, but Savannah hoped he took the advice seriously. She would feel his eyes scanning her as she carefully laid out Mr. Andrew’s medicine. This made her feel uncomfortable, to say the least. Savannah was relieved to see that Zayn was helping out, and Mr. Andrew was not receiving that many phone calls. She went back to her room, smiling for no reason in particular. But she could not help but wonder who the lady they had met in the living room was; this erased the smile from her face. Judging from the way she looked at him, she could tell they had shared a lot more than kisses on the hand, forehead, and cheeks. This reminded her of her love, or rather, the man she once loved. She had always viewed Tyson as her protector until he turned into her father, a controlling man with no regard for other people’s feelings. She pulled out a crumpled picture she had snuck from the family album. Just as she did in every other family picture, she stood out. She was the only biracial one among the three of them. She had no idea who her real mother was or what had happened to her. Her father’s husband gave her no reason to want to find out; she was more of a parent than even he was. **** The mood around the dinner table was awkward. Everyone seemed to have a secret thought about another person at the table. Jada Rose had not even tried to conceal her disapproval of Deysha. She had quickly asked her mother what she was doing there before her brother calmed her down. Mia seemed to avoid Zayn as she helped serve everyone else, and Savannah avoided small talk with him. They were seated next to each other. Celia was the only one who seemed to enjoy the moment like it was a long-awaited reunion. “I prayed to the heavens that my son would finally get a companion. Today, my son’s long-lost lover is back, and I am sure it is a sign they are meant to be.” Those words did not sit well with anyone. Savannah did not look up from her plate, and neither did Deysha. Jada simply excused herself and could be heard cursing as she left. “The heavens sent me someone else mother, I love someone else, Deysha.” Everyone was silent after that declaration. Then Zayn stood up and proposed a toast to his friend, having finally found love. The mood around the table changed with Celia cheerfully asking to know more. Savannah looked up from her plate just in time to notice Deysha quickly wipe a tear drop from her cheek. She was even more silent than before.TAKEN ABACKThe house was beginning to stir — faint sounds of the staff downstairs, soft light creeping through the drawn curtains. Savannah sat at the edge of the bed, her hands absently tracing the seam of the blanket Mrs. Kent had made. She’d been up for hours, the taste of unease still sharp in her throat.Javyn emerged from the adjoining room, still in a loose gray shirt, his hair damp from the shower. He paused when he saw her expression — that faraway, guarded look she wore when something weighed too heavy to say out loud.“You didn’t sleep,” he said softly, coming closer.Savannah shook her head. “Not really.”He sat beside her, the mattress dipping slightly. “Is it the nausea again?”“No.” Her voice was quieter than a whisper. “It’s Zayn.”Javyn frowned. “Zayn?”Savannah hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. “He’s been… different. Since your mother arrived.”Javyn’s eyes sharpened, the calm in them slipping into a wary edge. “Different how?”She exhaled slowly, searching for w
SHE RETURNSThe LA estate loomed in silence when Zayn arrived. The long driveway shimmered under dusk, lights cutting through the palm-lined path like quiet beacons leading him home — though it didn’t feel like home anymore.Inside, the air was thick with the scent of fresh paint and the ghosts of the past. Boxes were stacked near the foyer — signs of a life hastily transplanted.Somewhere deeper in the house, he could hear Savannah’s low voice, the faint hum of a kettle, the distant echo of calm she was forcing herself to hold onto.He took a breath and pushed forward.Javyn stood in the living room, sleeves rolled up, going through files spread across the marble table — security reports, estate documents, a few photos of men Zayn recognized from the field. He looked up as the door clicked shut.“You made it,” Javyn said. Relief flashed in his eyes before the usual controlled calm took over. “Good. We’ve got work to do.”Zayn managed a nod. “Always do.”His tone was even, but inside
LAST GLANCEThe morning came too soon. The airport was a blur of rolling suitcases, announcements, and sterile light. Jada moved through it all like a ghost — one hand clutching her boarding pass, the other tugging her small carry-on behind her. Celia walked a few paces ahead, phone pressed to her ear, voice clipped and composed as always.Everything felt like it was happening around Jada, not to her. The ticket agent smiled. The line shuffled forward.The world kept spinning — but her heart was still somewhere between New York and Los Angeles, caught in the hollow space Zayn’s silence had left.She checked her phone again. No new messages.When she finally looked up, her breath caught.Across the crowded terminal, near the security checkpoint, stood a man — tall, broad-shouldered, head tilted in that familiar way. For one dizzy heartbeat, she knew it was him. Zayn. He had come.Her pulse quickened, hands trembling as she whispered, “Mom, I’ll be right back,” before Celia could res
BE SAFEZayn moved through the house like a shadow, methodical and restless. Every task should’ve been mechanical — calls to make, names to trust, protocols to enforce.Yet every click of his phone, every soft hum of the security monitors, felt like a whisper from another life.Her life.Jada’s laughter still lived in the edges of his mind — the way she teased him when he forgot to smile, the defiant spark in her eyes when she challenged him to be more than Javyn’s right hand.He passed by a half-open door and stopped. Savannah’s scarf — a pale cream one she’d left draped over a chair — caught the light just right, fluttering like the one Jada wore that night in the rain when they first kissed. He froze, the air thick with ghosts he had no right to remember.He pushed forward, trying to drown the noise in action. He checked the perimeters again, verified the security feeds, and reached out to old contacts he hadn’t spoken to since his father’s days in service. “I need reliable men,” h
BREWING REBELLIONUpstairs, the house was still, but Mia’s thoughts were anything but. She folded a silk blouse into the suitcase with mechanical precision, though her mind wasn’t on the task.She had been in this family’s home long enough to know when something was wrong. Tonight, everything screamed of secrets—the hushed phone call Celia had taken, the order to pack at once, the tension that pulsed like static through the walls.And then there was Jada.She most definitely had someone in mind when the plan to have her go abroad for schooling was mentioned, someone she was fond of, someone her heart ached for.Her hands stilled over the suitcase. Could it be Zayn?The thought struck like lightning. Mia had noticed the softness in Jada’s eyes whenever Zayn was mentioned, the unspoken ache that lingered between them. And if Jada had secretly reached out to him, it meant cracks were widening in Celia’s control.Mia glanced at the small bottle of pills she’d tucked away earlier, evidence
REBELLIONJada lingered by the edge of the couch, watching her mother closely. The way Celia smoothed her hair, the way her fingers wouldn’t leave the phone, it all screamed of something slipping.“Mother…” Jada said slowly, her words tasting like rebellion on her tongue. “For someone who claims to be in control of everything, you don’t seem very… in control right now.”The remark hung in the air, sharp and dangerous.Celia’s eyes snapped to her daughter, the mask of composure freezing into place. But Jada didn’t back down—she tilted her chin, waiting for an answer, watching every flicker across her mother’s face.Before Celia could strike back, her gaze slid past Jada. On the staircase landing, Mia was caught mid-step, tray in hand, eyes a little too wide.The silence stretched for a beat. Then, Celia’s voice cut through like glass.“Mia.”The maid stiffened. “Yes, Ma’am?”“Pack our bags. We’re leaving for Los Angeles.”Jada’s head whipped around. “LA? You mean…”“No questions,” Cel







