"Did you dare raise your voice at me, Julian?" Adrian asked, his voice hushed and metered, only dripping with quiet intensity. There was almost a hum of silence around his words as he spoke-the tone a subtle warning, reminding him of the balance in the power scales."I mean, did you yell at me?" he continued in the same tone of voice, though his words low and controlled, definitely carried a lot of steel beneath them.He tried to explain, to justify the outburst, but Adrian would have none of it. He shut Julian down, his voice rising in a subtle yet unmistakable warning. "Julian," he called, firm and authoritative. The single word was like a slap, sharp rebuke that left Julian reeling.Adrian's next words were like a bombshell-a devastating accusation that left Julian gasping."You asked me for my wife's number so you could send her your nude pictures, right?" he yelled, his voice a mix of anger, outrage, and feelings of betrayal. The words hung in the air like a challenge-a no-he-cou
The moment the music began playing, I lost myself to the rhythm. However, it was then that I felt Adrian staring at me. His eyes remained on my hips and waist; his gaze would move with the way my body moved as I swayed to the beat. Instantly, a shiver ran down my spine, knowing he watched me with such burning in his eyes that seemed to pierce right through me.The music was louder, peaking, when Adrian just vanished into the sea of people and started dancing behind me, his body exactly in time with mine. Reaching around my waist, his hands circled me, almost like an embracing warmth. A surge of thrill rose as he drew me nearer to him; our bodies swaying with the beat perfectly.We were just getting into the mood with the music, until Zen cut through the noise; his hands in a cutting action across his chest stopped the music, as if demanding order."Alright, alright," he started, an irritating smile just tipping at his mouth, "the time is finally ripe to unwrap those presents which you
THE NEXT DAYEarly morning sun pierced the window, its warm rays dancing around the room, lighting it with soft, gold-colored light. Outside, the birds were melodiously chirping, their voices filled with trills, one of those sweet serenades that somehow seemed to go in rhythm with my heartbeat. And then the freshness of the morning breeze, through an opened window wafting in with fresh flowers just opened, promising a new day's greetings.My body stretched, still with the tiredness of the night's party, hanging onto my muscles. My mind started working, revisiting what had happened the previous night, and a smile spread on my face at the passion which had filled every moment Adrian and I were together. Images of our lovemaking filled my mind, and my whole body was aflame in warm sensation-a tingling feeling in my body, like an arousal of my senses.As I turned toward Adrian, he was still sleeping; his chest rose and fell with each soft breath. I couldn't help but smile as I took in the
My mind reeled as I stared at my phone, the message screaming a mixture of emotions. My stepdad, strict and unbending-a man who always demanded and never asked-was on his knees, beseeching me to beg Adrian, a prospective client, to grant him a very lucrative steel contract. Something was not adding up. My stepdad never begged, and the fact that he was doing so made my skin crawl.As I sat down to give it a thought, a growing sense of unease developed in me. Was my stepfather just trying to scam Adrian out of his money, or was there something shady about the deal that I hadn't known? The truth behind my stepdad's desperation needed to come out, and I was going to dig it out.I brought my hands to my head, my fingers massaging my temples as I tried to gather my thoughts. I needed a plan, some strategy as to how to bring the truth to light. I would have to question my stepdad, prod him for information, and see if I could catch him in a lie. But what should I ask him? And how would I know
Out into the kitchen, streaked the sun through the windows; the warmth of morning above cascaded down to the beaming countertops into high-gloss and most modern appliances. With my calculated steps, I headed for the middle island, where several maids had begun preparing breakfast. "Good morning, ma," a rather diminutive-sized one among the group greeted-her head down in some kind of prostrate position-on the floor.I smiled, my lips curling wryly. "Good morning, Helen," I replied warmly. Her eyes lit with a smile, and she rose to her feet. "Aww, ma, you look like someone whose husband is taking good care of," she said, her voice dripping with surprised curiosity. "That's lovely, ma," she said genuinely in admiration.I giggled, feeling the heat rise in my chest as Adrian came into my mind. "Thank you, Helen," I said, smiling at her. My mind kept running to Adrian as I was instructing the maids on what to do for the day, and I found myself thinking,"I think Adrian is the best part of
My hand cradled the phone, but all I could feel was an upward surge of my anger coursing through my veins. I had been speaking with my stepdad, whose condescending tone of voice and hurtful comments had gotten under my skin-literally.Immediately, I hung up the call because he would only be getting satisfaction if he got my goat. Taking a deep breath, I tried to shake the feeling and instead focused on the warmth and comfort a kitchen was supposed to provide.When Mam Helen came into the kitchen, her jolly voice was heard shouting, "Let's cook and sing!" Her smile was infectious; she hummed a wild, unmelodious fire that compelled me to smile back at her, for this beautiful woman had seen me through thick and thin.Helen has always been my rock, my confidante, and my best maid. She knew me better than anyone else, knowing my quirks and preferences with uncanny intuition. I often would say to myself that she was my sister from another mom because our bond was strong.As we began to cook
As I watched the screen, my eyes widened while reading what Samuel said. "You know you haven't seen the bad side of me, right?" he said, and instantly that message ran chills down my body. I started feeling a bit creepy, and questions raged in my mind: what was Samuel talking about, and why was he threatening me? Each one was more ominous than the others, and the words seemed to echo in my mind.My eyes remained on the screen, my heart pounding against my chest, as the next message was: "You have to tell Adrian about it, unless you want to lose your mom. Be ready for the bad news about her." It felt like someone had punched me in the stomach and had the wind knocked out of them.What was Samuel trying to say? What kind of bad news could he have about my mom? It was unbearable even to think of losing Mommy, and Samuel seemed to savor every word with an evil intention.My fingers flew across the keyboard. "What do you mean?" I typed, my worst-case scenarios dancing in my mind. I was get
Seated in this still, quiet space and surrounded by the calm sounds of nature, I felt a wave of comfort wash over me. Helen, with her soft, gentle, and caring countenance, regarded me with her empathetic eyes, her voice a soft whisper, as if to calm the very fibers of my soul."So sorry, mam, do you want to tell about the problem?" she asked gently, in the voice that brought one shade cooler on a scorching summer day.In the first instance, I wasn't quite ready to unburden my heart to a complete stranger, but there was something in Helen's voice which at the same time soothing and judgment-proof.It was as if she had created a safe space, a sanctuary where I could let my guard down and be vulnerable. And so, with a sense of trepidation, I began to open up to her."I did not want to share the problem with anyone," I said in a barely audible voice, "but." I stopped, breathed in deeply, and the words burst out of me like water from a burst dam."Someone is threatening me," I said, and 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