Three months later
"When will mum be coming home," Alex asked, as I got him ready for school.
He is been asking after his mother and all my explanations to him have fallen on deaf ears. He is yet to get used to living with me alone. I am yet to get used to living alone.
"Soon buddy," I said.
Its been three months since Erica was poisoned by Sophia and her cohorts. It's been difficult going through every day uncertain of what my next call will be about.
I tried to stay strong if for nobody, but for Alex, who has been constantly asking about when his mother will be coming back. That is a question I don't have an answer to, but hopeful that one day I will hold her in my hands again, and we would laugh and joke about all that we have been through.
Those days may look like a fairy tal
Two weeks later Erica's POV We came back from my father's funeral, and there were lots of guests in the house. The funeral reception was held at the beach. There were so many people trooping in and out of the compound. I was only familiar with a handful of them, most of them came through Damian. All his effort to keep private how rich he was, has been soiled. Every newspaper and magazine house has managed to uncover more companies that are privately owned by him. They are even recommending him for the presidency after his unbiased sentiment at Sophia and Cassandra's trial. He has recruited more security guards for me and Alex since I left the hospital. I told him I would like to go back to work after all things said and done. He is still thinking about it. "Hi, Erica or should I say, ma'am?" Frank said smiling while
Epilogue Six months later Erica's POV "Do you Erica Williams take Damian Anderson as your lawfully wedded husband, to love and to hold, till death do you part?" the priest asked, directing his attention to me. "Yes, I do" I answered staring into the eyes of the man that I love and crave. "Do you Damian Anderson take Erica Williams as your lawfully wedded wife, to love and to hold till death do you part?" The priest asked Damian. "Yes I do" he answered, staring into my eyes as I watched his eyes water and a drop of tears slipped. "By the power vested in me
Erica I am a seventeen year only child living with my parents. Sometimes I wish I had siblings to play with, fight, or get angry with, but you know what they say, 'wishes aren't horses' I love my parents so much and can't trade them for anything in the world. They have made a lot of sacrifices and commitments to see that I was where I am today. Dad works as a sales representative at a superstore called Lulu Bells, and just recently he was promoted to the position of sales manager. My mum works as a freelance makeup artist. We are not what you call rich, but we are not poor either. We are always contented with whatever we can lay our hands-on. Mum got pregnant with me when she was in high school, which resulted in her dropping out. My dad never got into high school because his parent couldn't afford it. He assisted his dad to work on a neighbo
Erica's POV It was a long ride but we finally arrived at Franstar college. It was a very big school filled with students from all works of life. Campus life is a different world of its own. As I scanned through the various buildings and artworks that littered across the campus. My Dad got a spot to park his car and we all alighted. Beatrice's Dad had a last-minute appointment which he could not afford to miss, so he pleaded with my Dad to take Beatrice with us. Having Beatrice with me in the car was fun. We talked about lots of things from childhood experiences, to high school, career opportunities, dreams, and aspirations. The ride would have been boring without her. Franstar University is one of the best and biggest and best universities in the city. It is attended by both the rich and the poor kids. You can tell by the fleet of cars parked by the students. O
Erica pov As I walked back to my room, I couldn't help but wonder all I just heard about Sophia and her stepbrother. Hopefully, I don't ever get to see them making out in our room. The fact that Sophia is even attracted to her stepbrother is even more disgusting, an abomination! What a weird family! I got to my room feeling exhausted from all that I had done for the day. I was tempted to hit my bed and call it a night already, but I needed to shower and change into my nightwear. Sophia had still not come back from where we went to. And the thought of her possibly smooching her stepbrother crossed my mind. Disgusting! Erica, it's not your business, yeah I know. I took off my sneakers, a white chiffon top, followed by the blue high waist jeans. Then I tied a pink towel across my chest. I went into the bathroom to take a long
Erica's POV It's been three weeks since resumption, I was still trying to get myself familiar with the school environment. I have been unable to make more friends aside from Beatrice. Most guys in my class only want to date me and the girls don't seem to like me at all. It's been difficult trying to stay in the good books of my roommate, as I have been trying to avoid her gorgeous breathtaking stepbrother. I have never really fancied any guy since I became a teen as I do for him, since our first encounter, I can't seem to get him off my mind. Not that I plan on throwing myself on him though, but I sure do like him a lot. This day I take extra time to make myself beautiful. I even bought a few dresses from the mall recently. I guess college has influenced me a lot after all. It's a beautiful Saturday evening as I take a walk around the campus. I wore
Damian's POVWe got to my room where I quickly but carefully placed her on the bed, while Lucas quickly gets the first aid kits. I normally keep a few medical supplies in my apartment as recommended by Lucas. As the student union president, I have had situations where injured students were brought down to my apartment instead of the school clinic. Some were done purely out of panic and others mainly for attention purposes. It was a few minutes of chaos, but Lucas did all he could to handle the situation. I left them to go catch my breath in the sitting room. I was so tired from carrying her from the field to my room. She has beautiful spotless skin, so soft and delicate just as I have imagined it. She smelled like strawberries and wild roses. The picture of her in her pink towel flashed through my mind again, the way the water rolled by her skin, her lips looking soft and edible. Her wet dark and long
Nadia's POV The door opened and as I was about to hit whoever was coming in, I missed and fell. The shattering of the beautiful lampstand electrified the entire apartment as little pieces of glasses were dancing on the floor. "Are you alright?" A concerned familiar voice asked me. I turned and saw it was Damian, Damian Anderson! I froze. He looked so damned handsome, he was putting on just a single with a brown short, bringing all his even abs tone to bear. "Are you alright?" he asked again as his eyes falls on the shattered pieces of glasses on the floor. He lifted me with his strong and steady hands and carried me to the bed, he looked at me as if he could see my son as his eyes devoured my very essence. "I....I...I'm fine" I stammered. who knew I was good at stammering, with his strong hands he helped me sit on the bed, every touch of his sent quivers down my