JOANNA.
Words got caught up in my throat once Asher made that statement. I felt like I was in a daze, slowly losing my breath. That was one cruel statement..So we are no longer allowed to get intimate because I couldn't conceive? Wow. Tears pricked at the corner of my eyes but I tried to hold them. It wasn't like it would change anything. I retreated. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bother you” I whispered, my voice cracky. “Good for you.” He responded in a flat tone and I pursed my lips, turning to the other side of the bed, my heart overwhelmed with sorrow. I had no idea what to say but I didn't want to press the issue and annoy Asher. I kept staring at the wall, slight tears threatening to slip through. Asher's ringtone pierced the air, and he swiftly answered, "Hello, Cassandra?" But before he could even utter another word, Cassandra's ear-piercing scream exploded from the phone, sending chills down my spine. I jolted upright in bed, my heart racing with alarm. What could be wrong? Asher panicked at that moment as he took to his heels and exited the room without another word. Alarm etched on my face, I threw off the covers and trailed closely behind Asher, my senses on high alert. The moment I was getting to the door of her room, Asher's gaze met mine.. “Get her a warm ginger tea or herbal tea, fast!!!” He demanded and I nodded quickly and headed over to the kitchen. I guess it was one of those pregnancy symptoms. I boiled hot water and decided to make herbal tea instead. It would be better.. in about 10 mins, I returned with a cup of herbal tea. Cassandra was groaning in slight pain and seated on the bed while Asher bent over, holding her hands tightly like his life depended on it. I twitched my lips on reaching them as I stretched out the cup of tea to her.. She reached out her hands to collect it and the moment I let go of the cup, it fell and broke into pieces with the slight hot tea in it. Not too hot to burn the skin. “Ahhhhhh!!!!!” Cassandra erupted into a loud painful shout.. “Jesus, Joanna! What is wrong with you!” Asher barked and I was even more confused, I thought Cassandra was taking the tea cup! “I …I …” I stuttered, words failed me because I had no idea what was going on! Why would Cassandra not take the tea cup? I had even forgotten the tea was hot and it touched my skin as well but the slight shock didn't let me feel the pain.. “This is fucking hot, Joanna! Are you trying to send me and my baby to an early grave! I don't know why you are so clumsy!” She hissed, malice lacing from her tone. Honestly, I had no idea what was going on, I have never been so confused in my lifetime so I just stood still, staring at the broken pieces of the cup on the floor.. “i..m I'm sorry. It was a mistake..” I apologized and Asher hissed. He stood up and scooped Cassandra in his arms. “Joanna, Clean this up..” He instructed, avoiding the broken pieces of the tea cup as he exited the room. I heaved a deep sigh and bent down to start picking them.. I and Asher's relationship seems to be growing more sour especially after Cassandra showed up. He just seems to be giving her all his attention. I know he doesn't give me attention most days but I don't get to witness this barking and all. Once I was done cleaning them, I decided to return to the room. I had no idea where Asher carried Cassandra to but the moment I opened the room door, I saw Asher’s head placed on Cassandra’s tummy as he was giggling so was Cassandra. “Did you hear anything?” Cassandra asked him, her voice bubbling with excitement. My heart sank as a wave of insecurity and sadness hit me. Would Asher have done the same if I did get pregnant? Would he be so caring and playful the way he was with his pregnant sister? I bit my lips in anxiety, clearing my throat to let them know I was back and suddenly the atmosphere turned so foggy like I interrupted a special moment. Asher's demeanor changed. “Are you done?” He asked and I gave a curt nod. “Okay, I will take Cassandra back to her room” Asher muttered and Cassandra frowned. “My legs and abdomen are hurting, Asher. She can sleep in my room, let's just stay here.” She blurted. My mouth went agape to her request.. Cassandra was really crossing boundaries! I know this was her brother's house but she can't just show up and make silly decisions! This was my matrimonial room with Asher! What the heck was she insinuating? “I could carry…” Asher's words were cut off when Cassandra placed her index finger on his lips and Asher went mute. This was weird, I felt a certain way about their relationship but couldn't really describe what it was… Maybe Asher just cared too much for Cassandra. I kept feeling weird but I decided to shake off the feeling of insecurity. “You are so tired from carrying me the first time, Asher… Just lie down. You know I can't sleep without you here. It's no big deal, tell Joanna to go back to my room” She pouted and I let out a scoff. Cassandra is making me hate her! Asher better say no to this! Asher gently turned to me and all of a sudden, he had a warm gaze. “Joanna if you don't mind. Cassandra's just pregnant. Let her just stay here. You can go to the living room if you don't want to sleep in the next room…” Asher requested and I was even more short of words. “Asher. This is wrong on all levels…” I tried to speak up but Cassandra cut in.. “This is not a big deal, Joanna. Stop overreacting. Maybe you don't understand because you haven't taken in yet? I'm just too weak and I have insomnia. I need Asher here…” Cassandra’s tone was laced with mockery yet so soft and pleading. I ran my hands on my forehead, feeling overwhelmed and frustrated. The sadness of not having babies hit me again. Maybe she was right. Maybe I don't understand her condition because I haven't taken in yet. I pressed my lips together, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes as I gently turned and walked away to go sleep on the couch..Dickson. “Bro, give it a chance,” Luther said, his voice low but firm as we stood near the edge of the celebration crowd. “Just tell her you like her. She won’t bite you. And between me and you…” He leaned in slightly with a smirk. “I think she might like you too.”I shook my head with a small scoff, trying to act unfazed, but my heart was already drumming like it was about to leap out of my chest.“Come with me,” Luther said.I followed him like a soldier headed into battle.We walked across the garden toward where Joanna and Gina stood chatting with Diana, who was gently rocking the baby in her arms.Luther stopped and smiled at his wife. “Jo, can I speak with you for a moment?”Joanna looked at him and then at me and Gina, a knowing smirk curling on her lips. “Yeah, sure.”And just like that, they were gone, walking toward the front patio.Now it was just us—me and Gina. Alone.I turned to her, feeling like a schoolboy again. My palms were sweaty. My chest tight.I closed my eyes
LUTHER’S POVThe sun filtered gently through the trees in the courtyard of the mansion, casting soft golden hues over the gathering. Joanna stood beside me, glowing,her hands resting gently on my arm as we faced our small crowd of friends and family.I cleared my throat and glanced at her before speaking. “First of all, we want to thank every single one of you for being here today. It’s been a journey one filled with trials, with hope, with healing—and through it all, this little angel has been our greatest gift.”Joanna looked at me, and we both smiled before saying in unison, “Her name is Ariella Grace Martins”There was a moment of warmth. Clapping erupted. Cheers. Smiles. Even Diana let out a soft little squeal from where she was holding the baby, gently rocking her in a white satin wrap.“Ariella,” someone whispered with a grin. “So beautiful.”“A name with light,” another said.Joanna leaned her head on my shoulder, and for that moment, all the chaos from the past felt like a fa
JOANNA Two months.It had been two whole months since she came into our lives, and yet it still felt surreal. Our daughter. Our miracle.Today was her naming ceremony.The sun was kind to us—warm but not harsh, with a gentle breeze that carried laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses. The front lawn of Luther’s mansion had been transformed into something magical. White and blush-pink florals arched around the entrance, soft ribbons danced in the wind, and a low, elegant playlist floated from the DJ’s booth at the far end of the lawn.Everything felt… whole.I moved through the crowd slowly, dressed in a soft silk lilac gown that flowed around my waist. The bump was gone, but the emotions still clung to my skin. I smiled at guests, Luther’s father, a few close friends, familiar faces from Dickson’s circle, people who had stood by us.Luther was nearby, chatting with Dickson and a few of his business associates, but his eyes always followed mine. It was something I had grown used
JOANNAI was sitting up on the hospital bed, my hands resting over my belly, feeling the soft thumps of life inside me. Luther sat beside me, his hand never leaving mine.The doctor glanced up from the clipboard and offered a reassuring smile. “However,” she began, her voice steady, “based on the results of the scans and the monitoring we’ve done today… your delivery date is very close.”My heart skipped. I looked up at her quickly. “How close?”She gave a small nod. “You’ll be due in just about a week. Maybe even sooner.”Luther straightened up in his seat. “So… what happens now? Does she stay here?”“Yes,” the doctor said. “We’ll be keeping you here for close monitoring. We can’t risk another incident, especially not this close to labor.”I inhaled deeply and nodded. “Okay. Thank you, doctor.”The doctor gave me a gentle pat on the leg. “You’re in good hands. Just rest, Ma'am. Let us worry.”With that, she turned and quietly exited the room.Silence lingered for a few seconds.Luthe
Joanna’s POVWeeks had passed since the night everything shattered and then somehow began to mend.My baby bump had started to show. Each morning, I woke up to Luther’s gentle touch on it, his lips pressing soft promises against my belly. He said we were safe now. That it was all behind us. But part of me didn’t breathe freely, not yet. Not until this moment.The courtroom was packed. The hum of tension buzzed through the walls like static. Cameras. Reporters. Whispers. The trial of Cassie, Asher, and Mike had become the city’s favorite headline.I adjusted slightly in my seat, placing a hand protectively over my stomach as I watched them all walk in, handcuffed.Cassie’s once-cunning eyes looked tired. Ashamed. Or maybe still angry. I couldn’t tell anymore. Asher tried to mask his panic behind arrogance, but it cracked the moment he saw Luther sitting beside me. Mike just kept his head low.Luther turned to me, and our eyes locked. He gave me a nod, calm, strong, like always. That
LUTHER Behind the glass, I watched her.Cassie or Cathy, or whatever name she was going by now—sat in the metal chair like she was carved from stone. Arms crossed. Shoulders high. Chin up. She hadn’t said a word. Not one damn word since they brought her in.The officer across from her leaned forward again, trying to pierce her silence. “Cassandra, do you understand the charges against you?”She blinked, slow. Blank. Unbothered.Dickson stepped beside me, arms folded tightly. “She’s waiting,” he muttered. “Waiting for a deal, or waiting for Asher to clean this mess for her.”“He won’t,” I replied. “We already have his panic on record. He’s out of cards.”The officer tried again. “You were seen at the event. You drugged Luther martins. You attempted murder. And you framed him for sexual assault. You're looking at years in prison. Decades.”Still nothing. Just a little smile curling the edge of her mouth. That cold, signature Cassie smile.“She thinks she’s untouchable,” Dickson said u