Laura had tried everything possible in trying to reach him but it was futile. Had King suddenly disappeared from the face of the earth? It was now a new day and Laura was back at the cafe, gloomy. She didn’t want to pay attention to the photos and messages accompanied with threatening voice notes that had been sent to her phone the previous day. But it taunted her. She tossed and tossed on her bed all Night. Thank goodness Maddie was there for her. She thought by ignoring the messages that it might just be a bad dream. But it felt as though her little act had angered the conspirators the more. Stacey was livid! She was pissed! Laura had ignored the threats and heart wrenching photos she sent to Laura’s phone. She knew Laura had seen them! Why hadn’t she yet reacted. She wanted Laura to run nuts! Since Laura did not respond, Stacey decided to send more threats and photoshopped pictures of King in bed with two different ladies. The first set of pictures were also King in compromi
It had been a week at the safe house.. Still no King. King had somehow found out about Stacey’s dirty stunt. He knew for certain that Laura would be thrown off balance. And that was the last thing he needed for her at this point. He needed to settle things in Las Vegas before coming back to her. Things weren’t as he thought when he got there. He was ambushed and caught off guard. A meeting that was supposed to last a day or two had ended up running into amother week. Andre brought to his notice that Laura was extremely worried about him. Not like he planned to want to keep her in the dark. But that was what he needed to do. To cut contacts with her for the main time. There were rivals, there was also Greg trying to get hold of Laura. He knew his phone calls and devices were being monitored even by the FBI. Detective Marshal had also revealed to him that the mole in his company causing havoc with their investors and tarnishing their image was actually operating from outside the
Dr. Liam Kentucky seated in his office plotting his next line of actions.He swiveled the chair around, chewing on the head of his pen. Lost in thoughts.Maddie was once again an Angel in disguise that had saved him. Well not technically or directly. But his affiliation with her had brought to his quick notice the problem on ground.Laura and King discovering the wrong medications that may or may not have been the causes of Laura’s intermittent weakness and infections in her body. The baby too was at dire risk. Dr. Liam was already so certain that with the amount of poisonous substance he had pumped into Laura. That baby had no chance of surviving.He was just patiently waiting for the miscarriage. Or better still, Laura’s death.It happened that, after the encounter with the so called Dr. Sarah, the two couples had at first not suspected Dr. Liam for anything. They had not yet contacted him to hear from him. Until the lab results came out. They were shocked to see that Laura had been
Laura was back at the cafe doing what she knew how to do best. Bake. But this time around, Dave had entrusted the cafe’s financial activities to her. So she was extra busy.Dave’s exacts word’s were “You need to put your economic degree to use. You can start with me honey, for the next one year you will have to upscale the economic activities of this cafe.”Maddie was already making plans of turning the space at the back—Dr. Hakeem’s restaurant which King confiscated and bought in Dave’s name— to a fashion studio. Maddie was already setting it up for photo shoots, make up arts, modeling and even for art work exhibitions where Lucia could put up her works and sell.They were growing. The baby in Laura’s womb was also growing big. Almost seven months gone into the pregnancy. King had instructed that when Laura entered her third trimester then she would have to stop work at the cafe. But could be working remotely.Laura did not object. She also did not object when King decided that s
King didn’t expect that Stephanie was going to be back any time soon. And more so, not to be back with this type of stunt. The deal was for her to leave Laura out of their business.Why wouldn’t she just listen!His thoughts were all over the place as he followed the tracker that he put on Laura’s ring. Fortunately, the location on the tracker and the one that Stephanie has sent were matching. He just needed to be there on time before she does any harm.The first time he called, Laura’s phone rang but she didn’t pick. Surprisingly, the next time he called the phone was out of reach.Unknown to him, Stephanie has seized the phone from Laura.King pulled up to the deserted warehouse, his heart raced with immense anticipation. He had always dreaded this confrontation with Stephanie. He hated that she had to put him in a spot like this!If Laura wasn’t involved he could handle her perfectly, but now he has to be extremely careful. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what's to com
2:45amLaura and King laid on the bed cuddling into each other, both unable to sleep.“You’ve been quiet.” King whispered into Laura’s hair.“I.. i don’t know how to feel about al this.” Laura confessed.“Tell me what’s on your mind my love. Please, don’t keep anything from me.”“I don’t want to share you with anyone. I’m already sharing your attention with this baby of yours. And now Stephanie?” She replied shyly, nestling into him.King couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him. He smiled into her hair the more to resssure her “You’re not sharing me. I’m all yours Baby. All yours.” “And the company? Do you really plan on giving her a share? You know, I actually don’t think she’s all that evil. She just feels unfortunate.” Laura voiced out“The Stephanie I know is very manipulative. No. I don’t plan on giving into any of that woman’s demand.”“But she’s carrying your baby too..and..she said she wanted you..”King brought up her face and kissed her immediately shutting her up, while
“I want to hear you say that again.” King smiled into the phone talking to Laura, as he leaned forward on his office table biting on the head of his pen like some puppy lover.“King! I have to return to work. Uhhh have a nice day.” Laura replied with another round of giggles.“Don’t you dare hang up on me babe! I paused an important meeting just so I could pick you call. You’ve got to give me what I want.” He spoke firmly. Looking around at the table to lock eyes with the different men in suit listening to his conversation.“I’ve got to go bye..” Laura whispered slowly.“Laura!” King warned. His voice commanding.“Okay fine. I love you Mr McGorrith. I love you. I love you. I’m terribly in love with you and I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day. There! I said it. Can I go now?” Laura’s voice filled with happy smiles.King blushed so hard, the men in the room were chuckling and embarsssed on his behalf. They couldn’t believe the almighty Kingston McGorrith was head over heels in lo
Andre had been watching King from the moment they left the office.“Sir, do you think Maddie hadn’t spilled over to Laura yet? You know how close those two are.” Andre spoke with a light laugh as he pulled the car to park in front of the cafe.“We were able to pull off the gender reveal surprise. I’m sure we can do this too. I can’t wait to start calling her my wife every minute.” King responded, arranging his tie and smoothing his hair as he prepared to step out of the vehicle.“And after today you better start referring to Laura as Mrs. McGorrith or I’m going to have you fired and jailed. Infact I’m going to start threatening everyone who doesn’t refer to her as Mrs. McGorrith.” King added with a smirk.“Including Dave?!” Andre gasped with a loud laugh.“Yes! Including Dave.” King got out of the car laughing in unison.He had already informed few family members and friends to come stand as witness st the court. The plan was for Maddie to leave the cafe earlier before he arrived with
“Hell no, there is no way in hell I’m canceling the party. It will still hold and that’s final.”King’s voice was as sharp and firm like a judge’s hammer slamming down in a courtroom. It didn't matter to him if he was sitting in a damned hospital bed with a fresh IV in his arm. It didn't matter to him if his body was still bruised, stitched up, and technically supposed to be on bed rest. None of that mattered to Kingston.Because whenever he had made up his mind, not even divine intervention could change it.Laura’s nails dug into her palms. “Are you serious right now?” Her voice trembled—not with fear, but with pure frustration at his stubbornness. “King, you were just in a goddamn helicopter crash! Your body isn’t made of steel, no matter how much you act like it is.”Brian exhaled loudly, running a hand down his face. “Let’s not forget the other reason we’re saying this, man. You were literally giving a second chance to live, but that's not all. It’s not just about your health. You
Hospitals were supposed to be quiet and somber places for the sick ones—full of beeping machines, sterile walls, and nurses shushing loud visitors. But apparently, nobody told Brian and Tay that. Because the moment they walked in, the room went from the crime thriller atmosphere to circus act in literally 0.2 seconds after they got in.Brian who was always the loudest in the group, barged in first, throwing his arms up dramatically. “My guy! You survived a helicopter crash and didn’t even break a leg? Now that’s just selfish.”Tay followed in, shaking his head. “Swear down, bro. You have to start sharing some of that plot armor with the rest of us.”King who was still propped up in bed, his back raised higher than the rest of his body, smirked. “What can I say? I guess I'm God’s favorite.”Laura, who had just managed to stop panicking over the whole somebody trying to kill my man situation, shot them a glare. “Can y’all not?”But Brian was already in motion, snatching the pillow from
King was built differently. And that was on period.It was a helicopter crash yet this man walked out of it looking like a battle-worn Greek god instead of someone who just had a near-death experience. Sure, his face was scratched up, his arm was dislocated, and the white bandage on his chest made him look like he belonged in a war movie, but was he lying on a hospital bed in misery? Nope. He was sitting upright, cracking jokes like he hadn’t just scared the life out of Laura.Laura, on the other hand, was a living mess. Hot tears streamed down her face like a flowing river, her perfectly done curls now falling apart as she held onto King’s hand like he would disappear if she let go. “You’re an idiot,” she sniffled, squeezing his fingers tighter.King, ever her annoying man, smirked. “I mean… yeah, but like, a hot one?” His voice was hoarse but still carried that signature cocky charm. “Damn, baby, I knew you loved me, but these tears? You tryna make me cry too?”Laura wiped her face
It was a day to the party, the one King had planned so well with precision, the one meant to be his chessboard to catch snakes like Liam and Stacey. But instead of strategizing his moves, King found himself juggling calls and obligations like a circus clown. He was supposed to pick Laura up from the salon, where she was getting all dolled up, but as usual, life had other plans.He was in his office, leaning back in his chair, his tie slightly crooked. One of his hands was holding his phone, and the other tapping a slow rhythm of a song on his desk. Those fingers never stay put.Laura's angelic sweet voice filled his ear, teasing him about how she was being pampered like a princess because of him.“So, Mr. Kingston McGorrith, any chance of a sneak peek of the settings of the hall before the party?” Laura asked, her tone playful.King chuckled, his lips twitching into a smile. “Tempting offer, miss cotton. But I’d rather you see the full reveal when you’re ready to break hearts at the
So not everyone wearing scrubs were saints. King has got to learn the hard way.He was leaning back against the cool black leather seat of his SUV, his long fingers tapping an impatient rhythm on the armrest. Outside, the city lights were all white and gold in his eyes even despite the tinted windows. Detective Marshal’s call had come earlier and the urgency in his voice had pulled him out of his office. Luckily, Chase was around in time to cover up for him while he would be away. “King,” Marshal had said in a tone that demanded attention. “I’ve got something for you. We need to meet as soon as possible.” Marshal had said. No greetings, no small talk. Typical of him.Now here he was, parked in a high-rise parking garage, his eyes darting to the rearview mirror as Marshal approached. The detective opened the passenger door and slid in with what seemed like a practiced ease. Marsha never rushed into anything unprepared, and tonight was no different.“Detective,” King greeted him with
Dr. Liam leaned back against the cold wall tiles of his private shower, letting the steaming water cascade over his chiseled chest. The surgical mask lines were still showing on his face, and they reminded him of the exhausting C-section he had just completed. Liam was drained, physically and emotionally. Although he had saved a life today—two, actually. Same as yesterday and the day before—all he could think about was how much he hated these walls. Hospitals were sanctuaries for everyone else, but for him? It was more like a prison.He toweled off roughly, wrapping the plush white towel around his waist before stepping back into his office.And there she was.Stacey.Her red hair was pinned back into a messy bun, a shade too bright against her pale Texan skin. Her curvy body was poured into a black dress that hugged her thick thighs and ample chest like she had revenge to prove. She sat in his swivel chair like she owned the place, her legs crossed in a nonchalant way. Her cherry-re
Laura leaned against the counter that had displays of hot pastries, shifting her pregnancy weight to ease the pressure on her back. Her hand absentmindedly rested on her growing belly as she glanced at Maddie, who was swirling a spoon through a cappuccino she had no intentions of drinking.“So…” Laura started, dragging on that word to hint she was about to ask something prohibited. “How's Dr. Liam these days? Still too busy diagnosing his reflection in the mirror to have your time?”Maddie froze mid-way through swirling her coffee, her playful grin flattening out for just a second before she replaced it with a dramatic eye roll. “Ugh, can we not? It’s way too early for this.”Laura raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Too early, or too complicated? Madds, you know I’m going to ask eventually.”Maddie waved her hand dismissively, leaning on the counter. “He’s fine. You know, doing his doctor-y things and looking annoyingly good while doing them.” She giggled with dreamy eyes. “Noth
He knew the rules: money talked, and everyone else? They just nodded. The world worked on bribes, and the underpaid prison guard standing at the dimly lit corridor, guarding the cell gates, wasn’t about to turn down his envelope of dollar bills.“Back again, Mr. Clean?” The guard’s grin was all teeth and bad intentions, his hand greedily slipping the envelope into his jacket pocket.Matthew smirked, shoving his hands into his jacket. “You’re not paid to ask questions, Moses. I’m not here to bake cookies.”Moses laughed like they were old friends sharing an inside joke. “Fair enough. He’s in the usual spot. Ten minutes.”“Fifteen,” Matthew corrected, already stepping into the dark corridor that smelled of sweat, cheap bleach, and desperation for inmates to escape.Prisons weren’t supposed to feel comfortable, but this one had a bite of an annoying feeling that made his skin crawl every time he visited. And yet, here he was. Again.Dr. Hakeem’s cell was tucked in the back of the buildin
They say revenge is a dish best served cold, but Stephanie Pearson preferred hers steaming hot with a side dessert of sizzling chaos. And oh, she was starving.Stephanie’s crimson nails lightly scratched the silk fabric of her blouse as she stood in front of her floor-length mirror, her reflection staring back at her like an old friend with a knowing smirk. She wasn’t dressed for anything fancy—just a casual crop top and ripped jeans—but that didn’t matter. What mattered was the way her hand instinctively drifted to her stomach.“That foolish Laura,” she muttered, cocking her head to the side, her freckled nose wrinkling in displeasure. “Thinks she can have Kingston all to herself? Oh, honey. No can do.”Her reflection grinned back at her, she was the version of herself she had grown to love over the past few months. She couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle—no, that chuckle was psychotic, if heard closely. “How does she even sleep at night?” Stephanie continued, her high-pitched v