I stared at him in bewilderment.“Stop staring at me and eat”. He whispered with gnashed teeth.“You are unbelievable,” I whispered and regretted it immediately because he heard me.“What did you say?” He leaned in again and asked with furrowed brows.“Oh, nothing.” I stammered in reply.“Good.” He muttered and leaned forward to join the meeting again.I heaved a deep sigh, picked up the cutlery, and took a piece of the snack. It had gone cold by then and had lost that hot, crunchy vibe. I continued munching on it and used the wine served along with it to take it down. When I was done with the snack, I sank back into my chair with a filled stomach.After a few minutes of sitting mutely beside Adrian, I observed the meeting room begin to resurrect because it was getting interactive. People were giving their opinions and points of view on different issues and topics. Soon, the menial side talks graduated to heated discussions and blunt exchanges. The board did not withhold anything, pou
The meeting finally came to a wrap. I almost jumped out of my chair in excitement. When I stood up, my limbs went numb for a few seconds and I had to hold on to the table and Adrian's left hand for support. He glared at me, confused, and yanked my hand off. I gulped hard and picked up my bag waiting for him to finish exchanging pleasantries with the board members so we could go home.Out of the blue, the ladies who snubbed me from the commencement of the meeting gathered around me and raised their phone cameras in the air. Selfies were shuttering here and there and I was just trying to make sense of what was going on. Soon, they were making short videos. Some were going live on Instagram, TikTok, and X, saying things like, “Guys, guess who showed up today? Billionaire Adrian's queen and you all know I don't have time for dull moments; we are connecting with her right away.”Maybe I would have had any problem with the whole thing if they were doing it decently and coded but we're just
We stayed in the elevator for about an hour before the lights were finally restored. The elevator started working again, and in no time, we got to our rooms. I thought to ask Adrian about my luggage again, but before I could do so, he disappeared into his room and locked the door. I quietly opened my room door and went inside, when I turned on the lights I saw all my luggage right in front of me.“He really meant it”. I murmured aloud.My hurting back and my swollen feet told me I was not going to unpack anything at that moment. All I needed was a quick shower to loosen up and a good night's sleep. I wished I could get a massage, but it was too let to go to the spa in the hotel as the attendants don't work all around the clock.I woke up the next morning expecting to feel better but I turned out worse than the previous night. My feet, instead of reducing, got more swollen, and my back was a total mess; I couldn't even sit well.“Why the hell am I like this”. I cried making a face.I d
“Do not mess with me.” He murmured, “I know you do not owe me any commitment in this marriage, and so do I, but flirting with fools will do nothing but soil my reputation, and I will not let that happen. Is that understood?”.I nodded abruptly hoping he would just release me because my jawline was hurting.He dropped my face and left the room.Now he is accusing me falsely, I was never flirting. I pulled myself upwards and covered up with the duvet.“Okay, Jenny. In situations like this, all you have to do is to sleep away your worries.” I murmured to myself and shut my eyes.*************“Bro, you're not serious, are you? Marcus asked, amidst laughter.“What's funny?”. Adrian asked, getting pissed off.“Why should you be angry because another man was touching her?” Marcus asked with his hands in the air.“She's my wife for crying out loud, does that ring a bell?” Adrian replied, tilting his face forward.“But you also said emphatically that she does not mean anything to you. You sai
A knock on the door dragged me back to reality.“Good morning,” I murmured when I opened the door to see Adrian standing with his hands folded across his chest.“We will be going back to America tomorrow.” He muttered. I tried so hard to stop myself from smiling but it failed. He glared at me and scoffed.“But we still have unfinished business here and you must take care of it before we leave,” Adrian added, making my brows furrow slightly.“Okay, I think I get the unfinished business part, but your pronouns are confusing. What do you mean by” you” must take care of it? I asked with uneasiness written all over me.“Blockhead. It simply means that you will be the performer at this particular event”. He replied with a mischievous look.“Wait. You are joking right?” I stuttered, blinking nervously.“I don't joke Jenny”. He replied firmly.His words hit me directly and penetrated my soul spontaneously leaving me breathless.“I should perform in your place?” I blinked at him with my jaw s
I got back to my room and collapsed on the floor, tears clouding my eyes in a few seconds. No. This was not the time for emotional dramas. The event is tomorrow and a bit of rehearsals would be wise.I sat on my bed with my two legs knitted together tucking my hair behind my ears. I braced myself to accept my fate.“This is not making any headway, what am I even supposed to talk about?” I murmured.The fact that I don't even know the person I am up against is what baffles me. Also, I have no idea about public speaking, and this whole thing looks so void to me.I racked every nook and cranny in my brain for a clue of where to start. After much wrestling, nature came calling, and I gradually submitted to the warm hands of sleep.The next morning came, but I was still cuddling my pillow, oblivious of my plight, until a cold knock on the door snapped me back to reality.“Oh my God it is morning already. Jenny, you are finished,” I exclaimed, jumping out of bed like a frog.“Jenny, are you
The event hall was mind-blowing, a haven that spoke luxury and class. Above everyone were the sparkling chandeliers like stars. Its bright light shone over the crowd of elegance and style. A glance at the accurate arrangement of the flickering candles, the orderly ornaments positioned on top of round tables with neat shiny covers, and the sweet melodies that filled the air were all evidence of a perfect detail well planned.The fresh scents of roses that filled the air, plus the expensive deodorants, gave a lasting impression to our breaths.My glare roamed to the podium situated ahead of me, it wasn't left out in the luxurious decorations and lighting. It looks like standing on it would take you to a different dimension. The sight of the erect microphone sent cold shivers down my spine and it refreshed my memory of the previous day. Sweat buds began to gather on my forehead despite the numerous air conditioners and proper ventilation in the hall. My hands grabbed my purse tightly as
The shackles of fear that gripped my being began to break loose. My voice, which started out trembling and shaky, found its rhythm along the line. The words that were skillfully captured from the speech made earlier by the Jerkins came fresh, but it didn't sound copied; it was as real as realness itself. I spoke genuinely from within, crafting my thoughts and knowledge with preciseness and passion, and to my surprise, I could feel my listeners resonating with me.Their once numb expressions drifted off to sincere interest and engagement as their genuine nods transformed into sitting up and with utmost concentration. A warm hush descended over the hall as words departed from my mouth. My voice is smooth and courageous now, accompanied by the weight and authenticity that was absent in the speech made by my rival, or, should I say, Adrian's rival. I could see the spark in their souls, the surge of depth in their silence, everything just pushed me and gave me a reason to keep going.By th
JENNY PIVMy screams cupped their ears with my own? I felt as though slipping off her control, being drowned in an abyss of excruciation. In an out-of-focus view, Adrian was leaning towards me in, eyes staring at me with such burning intensity of concern. His "What is going on?" sounded firm but buried in the undertones of fear, almost as though a threat to his self-control amid my torment. As if the pain refused to let me say anything, anything to his question, with the moment slowly refining into a blur.Adrian's hands held my powerless body, soothing me, but it didn't work; there was no soothing to be found. All I could feel was pain - pain so great, so consuming, so enormous. I felt like I was becoming lost, that I was passing away; that somehow losing consciousness would shield me from that horrible agony tearing through me.''Adrian's face was hardly an inch or two away from mine, and his eyes were now fixed on mine, as though filled with desperate concern. `Baby, please, what's
JENNY POVFurious banging outside sounded louder and louder as Grace wrapped her fists against the door. It was as if each strike manifested her anger physically through the evening air. "My love, please take it easy," Jenny said hardly above a whisper, turning to me and causing me concern. Concerned, Anna's eyes pleaded with mine; she seemed to search for tranquility amid a brewing storm."Adrian said to me, 'My love, I need to speak some sense into Grace'." Adrian, in his authoritative yet soothing voice, said, "Adrian said to me with a much softer voice: 'My love, I need to speak some sense into Grace.'"Not to say another word, Adrian walked toward the gate, determined and purposeful in his steps. Closely followed by me, heart banging loud in my ears, like the drums in a primitive ritual. Grace was truly filled with rage, and tension. My own simmering emotions almost boiled to the surface, ready to erupt at any moment.And again the sound of her beating grew louder; it insisted, a
CHAPTER245JENNY POVLooking at me, completely aghast, Grace's eyes widened with her smile. "Oh, yes," she said. "I have been watching you two for quite some time. I know about the little marriage you have with each other and I know how you both can drive a wedge into each other's side."Adrian's expression was like dusk, with his eyes blazing out all his pent-up wrath. "Touch her and your death will be at your door," he commanded.She chuckled gleefully, "Oh, but you have. I've been your model servant, pretending all along, just biding my time to strike and watch the disarray of your union as your history unfolds."I shivered at her words. Was this marriage truly in danger? Would Grace really fracture everything we had built together?Grace's words made me miserable with indecision. Surely, she wouldn't have done that. I looked towards Adrian to see how this would have affected him, but his face reflected no such expression- it had a strict seriousness."You will not lift a finger to
JENNY POVWe strolled to the living room and there, illuminated by the soft glow of the lights illuminating the path from the entrance, we found Grace (or so she claimed) standing with head downcast, turning eyes to the floor in a gesture of abandonment and with shoulders slumped in an act of discomfiture. "Good day, sir and ma'am," she addressed, her whisper almost inaudible, trembling slightly as she spoke, the words formed by hardly fluttering lips."Yea, Grace," he replied in a neutral tone, without a discernible expression, right when we sat together, as I was sitting on him, arms wrapped around me while holding me to himself, a hand softly placed on my stomach. Adrian then turned to Scarlett, his eyes narrowing as he studied her with a furrowed, working overtime with his brain to decode whatever she was ruminating upon."Grace, who are you?" he asked in a commanding tone that seemed to challenge such pronouncement, laced with some measure of skepticism, his tone even dripping wi
JENNY POVThe onset of this incident will forever remain my awakening hour, with the night still darkened. I became more aware of my surroundings, with the first thing in sight being Adrian, my husband, seated next to me with a most concerned look on his face. That dim bedside lamp light warmed him, throwing the depths of his worry into bold relief."What happened?" I pictured me demanding, but my voice was edged with confusion and alarm. Just as I attempted to rise, dizziness would encompass me, my husband's hands there to gently yet quite firmly assist me."You fell; you fainted," Adrian said. I kept on repeating it to myself in an attempt to fathom what it meant to faint. "I fainted?" I was finally able to whisper, the word now hanging in the air as if challenging my perception.He looked at me for a long moment, concerned but slightly annoyed. "Yes, love," he said gently but firmly. "I've told you to take it easy on yourself." Even as his tone reproached, his eyes showed the quick
JENNY POVMonica left my mother behind, with Grace, the maid, for services in the house. The next day, I woke as if with no energy; my body felt heavy and completely pregnant. "Honey," I called, sweet and gentle, hoping that Adrian would respond. But there was only silence. I waited for a moment expecting him to walk into the bedroom, but nothing.Sighing, I arise and manage to put all my strength into moving toward the kitchen. The instant Grace saw me walk through, she seemed to stop whatever the action was that she was engaged in and smiled, saying "Good morning, ma'am." In that voice, there was this plural, respectful and welcoming tone. I returned the gesture but instinctively put my hands on my huge tummy to rub it while feeling kicks from the baby inside. "Good morning, dear," I added just to sound a little more cheerful than I really felt.It was an exceptionally warm and inviting room that within one breath, would include coffee brewing. I found my usual place on the table an
ADRIAN POVIn the warmth of home, the weak lights of evening embraced us in lazy comfort. "Well, this is home; I was checking on Jenny," I muttered, sadly and tenderly gazing at her with concern. "No need to worry, babe. Jenny was fine," I comforted him with a smile, gently pulling him into hugs.As we moved on toward the room, the only sound from out two feet padding softly across the floor. "We need to hire a maid," I soothingly suggested, trying to approach the subject slowly. But Jenny interrupted, her voice very clear and very strong. "No, baby. I can do all the housework," she opposed right away, with a determined glint in her eyes that dared me to argue with her.My heart reeked of love and guilt towards her. I smiled sweetly and said, "No, my love-no." "You are expecting and I cannot allow you to submit yourself to doing that." Please, let me take care of this." I pleaded as I caressed her hair softly, as though that might somehow soften her resolute spirit.She regarded my w
ADRIAN POVFour hours later, the wait finally ended. Dr. Dazzy walked out of the emergency room, a mask of professionalism on his face, his eyes revealing but a sliver of concern. He called out my name, voice laden with reassuring authority like a lifeline thrown to a drowning man, "Mr...?" Suddenly his gaze shifted towards the waiting area, raking in one after the other until at last, it rested on yours truly.I jumped up, my heart racing. Oh yeah, that's me, I whispered back. "How is she? How's Jenny?" The floodgates burst open.The treatment softened the doctor's looks a bit as he nodded. "I'm with your wife now," he said, almost holding out a glimmer of hope. "Let's talk," he said, sending a gesture toward one of the waiting room's quiet corners. My heart drummed in my chest like a drummer preparing for some primitive ritual. What was he going to say? Was Jenny okay? The uncertainty was murder.I quickly marched into the doctor's office, purposeful stride like a man on a mission,
ADRIAN POVAs we lay there, Jenny's body tensed, muscles broiling under the skin like waves about to crest. A grotesque distortion of her face came into view as her eyes were closed shut, and a strangled, guttural cry, "Hpppp!" escaped her lips, followed closely by a heartbreaking wrenching sound. This tearing sound ripped irrevocably through the very fabric of that moment. Eyes that once sparkled with humor and fun turned into tight, scrunched-up furrows of mixed terror and discomfort." And I, exhilarated, turned toward her, speaking soft, reassuring words, almost like a summer's warm, gentle breeze."What is it, baby?" I asked, leniently. Distracted by pain, Jenny barely perceived my touch as I brushed a straining hand from her forehead. In that instant, I felt an electric jolt through my fingers. Slowly, her eyes opened, and she gazed up at me- her expression blurred and hazy, breathing labored. Each rise and fall of her chest steered with ragged breaths alongside cowering flickeri