FAZER LOGINHe sighed. "When will you be back?" I didn’t expect him to ask that. James was a very disciplined man, and my threats meant nothing to him. What power did I have to make him regret anything? He was supposed to follow Marcus’s orders, yet somehow he was about to help me. I blinked and looked up at him. "Huh?" "You said you want to go to the hospital,right?" "Yes..yes...Thank you, James. I appreciate it." I cried. "You should be quick. When will you be back?" "Let's see… evening or tomorrow morning. I promise you. Evening, I will be back." I lied. "You need to stay hidden from the paparazzi and the public eye. If he sees you, my life will be at risk." "I will do just that. Thank you!" "If you are not back by evening, I will inform Sir Marcus personally. And if he brings you back, this will be the last time I listen to you." It sounded terrifying, but I nodded in agreement. "I promise." Finally, James stepped back. “Very well, ma’am. We’ll notify the g
After we were dressed, I forced my legs to move and took the cash I had hidden in a small box. Since Marcus was my manager, withdrawing money would be too risky. So I took the savings I hid without his knowledge. I used the a small bag to pack the clothes for Angel that I had instructed her personal aid to bring to my room. "Mommy, where are we going?" Angel asked seeing the bag. "We're going to the fun park," I replied. "You need to be cheered up, okay?" She looked at me not convinced but nodded. I was grateful for that. The maids exchanged glances. One of them decided to speak up. "Madam, please, it's not advisable. You are not fit to—" I gave her a look that made her stop mid-sentence. "You may leave. All of you." "Aren't we going with you? We always go with you." Gina asked. I stood, lifting my daughter onto my hip, her legs instinctively wrapping around me. I didn’t look at the maids. I didn’t say another word to answer Gina's question. I picked up the bag a
I woke with a throbbing ache in my head and the mingled smells of food and medicine. My body felt heavy especially the back of my head,like it was stitched together by sleep and pain, but my mind snapped awake with a single, terrifying thought. My daughter. Just then, a voice spoke. “Madam, you are awake. Thank goodness.” I turned my head sharply, ignoring the dull throb that followed. Three of my personal maids, dressed in identical uniforms, stood beside the bed, their eyes rimmed with concern. They looked very relieved to see me awake. I tried to sit up and immediately felt hands press gently against my shoulders. “Madam, please,” the second urged. “You need to lie still.” “The doctor said you should eat when you wake up to regain your energy, then take your medicine and rest,” the third added. “If not, it could be fatal.” I wasn’t listening. I looked frantically around the room for my daughter and couldn’t find her. My heart began to pound. “Where is Angel?” My voice came
“Musa, I… I have to go. I’m sorry.” Marcus walked over and took the phone from my hand before I could end the call. “Musa. A pleasure. But my lovely wife is tired. Don’t think of coming here to take her away. She is exactly where she belongs. This conversation is over.” “Hunter, you listen to me—” Musa didn't get the chance to complete his threatening words as Marcus turned and hurled the phone against the marble wall of the dining hall. The phone exploded into a shower of plastic and glass, scattering everywhere. I gasped, my eyes wide with shock. A scream of pure rage tore from my throat. I jumped up from my chair. “What is wrong with you?!" He turned back to me. “You dare raise your voice at me?” "That's my pho..." He backhanded me across the face right there at the table. The force snapped my head to the side, and I crashed into my chair, seeing stars. Silverware clattered to the floor. “MOMMY!” Angel’s tiny scream pierced the ringing in my ears.
"It's nice to hear from you, Angela." I held back from saying how much I'd missed her. This was the first time I’d heard her voice in years. "Charlotte,you don't know how happy I am right now. I paid a lot to get your contact. How could you ghost your own family, Charlotte? You didn't even come to our wedding. Your family hasn’t laid eyes on you in five years. Honestly, what is going on? This isn’t normal. Getting married is on e thing then abandoning your friends and family is something else. What crime did we commit? We didn’t even get to see what your daughter looks like—you hide her from social media, too. I just don't know..." "Her name is Angel." I replied. "You named her after my nickname? That's so sweet. Now this is serious. I need to see her. My five kids need to meet their cousin." Angela marrying Musa wasn't surprising, but having five kids in the span of five years was. "Five kids?" I asked. "A set of twins first, then triplets. Pray for me." She re
“Mommy is not dumb,” Angel replied with a frown. “Sweetie, you should eat,” I said, trying to close the conversation before it turned into something else. When Angel finally focused on her food, I felt a bit relieved. She is a very active and outspoken child. I’m happy she didn’t take after my timid personality, but sometimes her inquisitiveness makes me uncomfortable because some truths are hard to tell. Still, she is very kind and understanding for her age. I raised my eyes and met Marcus’s cold blue gaze watching me over the rim of his wine glass. I faced my own plate and didn’t look up at him again. Just as dessert was being cleared for the main meal, Angela spoke up. “Mommy, Bella said my eyes and hair are scary.” “Why would she say that? There’s nothing scary about your eyes or your hair, sweetie,” I said, playing oblivious. Angela was born with the rarest grey eyes and a streak of white in her hair—a trait from my side of the family. Two of my half-broth







