A 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.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
THE SECRECYMia lingered in the hallway, her heart thrumming as she gripped the folded piece of paper tighter—the one she had found tucked in Celia’s cabinet, detailing the prescriptions and notes that made no sense for someone with her “condition.” She had replayed the discovery a hundred times since, each time circling back to the same conclusion: Celia wasn’t sick. At least not the way she let Jada believe.Through the open door, she watched Jada sitting cross-legged on the rug, a half-finished sketchbook propped on her lap. There was a softness in her face Mia hadn’t seen in years, something almost childlike in the way she hummed under her breath, speaking fondly about how “mom was finally letting her in.”Mia’s chest tightened. Jada had grown attached again, drinking in every drop of Celia’s affection like a flower desperate for rain. If she said something now—if she shattered this fragile peace with the truth—would Jada ever forgive her?She stepped forward anyway, her throat
L.A. LANDINGZayn finally slowed the car after what felt like an eternity of speeding through the dark. The tires crunched over gravel as he pulled off the road into a clearing sheltered by tall eucalyptus trees. The engine ticked as it cooled, the air thick with the smell of burnt rubber and dust.For a moment, no one moved. The silence was deafening, broken only by Savannah’s ragged breathing.Then Javyn gently eased her back so he could see her face. Tears streaked her cheeks, her eyes wide and glassy. He brushed a trembling thumb across her skin, whispering, “It’s over. For now, it’s over.”Savannah’s lips quivered. “Javyn, if that car had pushed us any harder—” Her voice cracked, and she folded into his chest, clutching at him with a desperation that stabbed through his heart.“I know,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her and pressing his lips to her hair. “But it didn’t. You’re here. Both of you are here.” He laid a hand over her stomach, steady, grounding.Zayn stepped ou
LOST THEMThe car’s headlights cut through the countryside darkness, throwing fleeting shapes across the road. Savannah sat stiffly in the backseat, her fingers tangled tightly with Javyn’s, the knitted blanket from Mrs. Kent draped over her lap like armor.Zayn was behind the wheel, eyes flicking from mirror to mirror with a sharpness Savannah had never noticed in him before. He wasn’t just driving—he was calculating.Every bend in the road felt as though it were being watched. Every pair of headlights in the distance seemed to linger too long. The hum of the tires against the gravel only amplified the silence.Savannah turned her head just enough to whisper, “Javyn… are we being followed?”Javyn’s hand tightened around hers, his other hand brushing lightly over her stomach in reassurance. He didn’t answer right away. Instead, his gaze lifted to the rearview mirror, meeting Zayn’s eyes. Zayn’s jaw flexed, the unspoken answer loud enough.“Keep driving,” Javyn said finally, his voice
CHAOTIC{NAIROBI, KENYA}Daniel stood in the kitchen long after Chiri’s voice had faded from the line, the city’s silence pressing on him like a warning. He couldn’t shake the image of Tyson’s men lurking in the dark, closing in with every misstep.He pulled out his other phone—the one Chiri didn’t know about—and scrolled to the contact he reserved for nights like this. Kyle. Trusted, sharp, and loyal enough to ask no questions.When the call connected, Daniel’s voice was clipped and low. “I need eyes on her. Starting tomorrow. Discreet. No mistakes.”Kyle hesitated. “Chiri?”“Yes,” Daniel snapped, then softened his tone. “She doesn’t know. And she can’t. You’ll coordinate shifts with the team you built for the Grant investigation. Quiet cars, unmarked faces. Anyone slips, it’s not her they’ll take—it’s me.”“Understood,” Kyle replied.Daniel hung up, his chest tight. He poured himself a glass of water, staring at his reflection in the window—the polished editor-in-chief of a major
HE’S WATCHING{NAIROBI, KENYA}The phone buzzed against the mahogany desk, rattling next to a half-empty glass of whiskey. Tyson snatched it up, already scowling.“Well?” he barked.Static crackled before one of his men’s voices came through, low and hesitant.“Boss… we—we had her. We followed her and the man, but…” A pause. “…it wasn’t safe to strike. He fought like a soldier last night. If we’d gone in again, we wouldn’t have walked out alive.”Tyson slammed his glass down so hard amber liquid splashed over his hand. “I didn’t ask you to walk out. I asked you to bring her to me!” His voice echoed off the walls of his Nairobi apartment, venom thick in every word.The man on the other end stammered, “It’s not just that, boss. We know who the man is now. Javyn Andrew.”The name hit Tyson like a punch to the gut. His grip on the phone tightened. “What did you just say?”“Javyn Andrew.”“The billionaire who—who exposed Grant, got him deported. That’s who’s protecting her? How could you a