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Ticket to Trouble
The engine roared beneath Ares Langford’s trembling hands as his bloodshot eyes squinted through the early morning haze. Still buzzed from too many vodka shots and half a line of something he couldn’t pronounce, he cursed as blue and red lights flashed in his rearview mirror.
“Shit.”
He pulled over reluctantly, tossing his designer sunglasses on the dash as an officer approached with slow authority.
“License and registration,” the officer said, his expression flat.
“Officer, listen,” Ares slurred slightly but straightened. “I wasn’t… I mean…my girlfriend’s in labor. We’re having a baby. Like now. Water broke. There’s screaming, contractions…the whole scene.”
The cop blinked, skeptical.
“And that’s why you were doing 120 in a 50?”
“Wouldn’t you?” Ares offered his best innocent rich boy smile. “My kid’s about to enter the world…I’m sorry officer, I promise it won’t happen again.”
The officer sighed. “Hospital?”
“Uh…yes. St. Claire’s. Downtown.”
“Then I’ll escort you.”
Ares choked on air. “You…what?”
“Lead the way. I’ll follow.”
And just like that, Ares Langford, billionaire heir, was on a highway to hell, driving to a hospital where no baby was waiting and no girlfriend existed.
***
He parked like a madman and sprinted inside, his mind racing faster than his McLaren. The officer stayed close.
“Reception,” Ares barked, approaching the nearest nurse. “Is there a patient who just gave birth…young, alone, abandoned? Anyone whose baby daddy ran off?”
The nurse frowned. “That’s…oddly specific.”
“Please,” he whispered, lowering his voice. “I’ll pay. Ten grand.”
“Actually,” she said, squinting at a chart. “Room 308. Quadruplets. She’s alone. Doesn’t speak much.”
Perfect.
He jogged down the hall, fixed his hair, and walked into the
Tessa Monroe was pale, groggy, and clutching four tiny babies in two incubators. She looked up, alarmed.
“Who the hell are you?” she croaked.
He leaned in, speaking fast. “Look, I’m in a mess. I lied to a cop. Said you’re my girlfriend giving birth. He’s outside. I need you to play along. I’ll pay you a million. Just nod. Smile. Be convincing.”
Tessa stared at him, then the cop entering the doorway. She lifted her hand in a tired wave.
“Babe,” she said weakly. “You made it.”
The cop nodded slowly. “Glad to see you’re okay.”
“Yup,” Ares grinned. “Our little miracles. All four.”
“Happy for ya…” The cop said. “Congratulations.”
***
He thought that was the end.
Until the doors flew open again.
“MY GRANDCHILDREN!” shrieked a voice. In floated Lady Bianca Langford in a Chanel suit and pearls, escorted by two maids and a chauffeur.
She dropped to her knees beside the babies. “Two boys, two girls. You overachiever, Ares!”
Ares’s jaw dropped. “Mom…what…?”
“I called her,” the officer said. “Figured she’d want to celebrate. Congratulations, son.”
Tessa blinked, whispering, “What is happening?”
“Don’t ask me,” Ares whispered back.
Bianca clapped. “Get the birth certificates. Ares, sign them! We must register the Langford heirs immediately!”
Ares shakily took the pen. “Mom… I…”
“Do it, darling. This is the happiest day of our lives!”
He signed.
He didn’t know what else to do.
Then they were in the limo, babies in custom bassinets, the maids cooing. His mom squeezed his hand.
“I’m so proud of you, Ares. I knew you had it in you.” She said. “I want to be angry with you for keeping it away from us for nine months and God knows when you would have told us…but also I’m proud of you for being a man.”
He looked at Tessa, dazed. She looked back, just as confused.
A tear slid down his cheek.
“Aw,” his mom gasped. “Tears of joy!”
He was crying. But not for joy.
For regret.
For chaos.
And for the four tiny strangers now bearing his last name.
Please let her go“Excuse me—please, I’m looking for Detective Morenike,” Tessa said, almost breathless as she pushed through the swinging glass doors of the police station. The faint smell of old files and disinfectant clung to the air. It was past midnight, yet the front desk still buzzed with murmured voices, papers, and the hum of ceiling fans struggling against the Lagos humidity.The officer at the reception desk looked up. “Madam, she’s in Interrogation Two. Who should I say is asking?”“Tessa. Tell her it’s about Ayisha Bello.”The officer nodded and disappeared down the narrow corridor. Tessa exhaled shakily, rubbing her palms together. Her phone had been vibrating nonstop, missed calls from Julian, messages from Chloe, updates from the hospital but she couldn’t think about any of that now.All she could think about was Ayisha. She had been looking for her for days now. Thank God she could find her.Ayisha, who had been caught in the web of Ethan’s madness. Ayisha, who had tr
Love in the air“Do you ever wonder,” Ares murmured, staring through the small oval window, “why the people we trust the most are always the first to destroy everything we built?”Lila turned her head slightly, studying him beneath the warm, dim glow of the cabin lights. The jet hummed softly, slicing through the night sky, an endless blanket of darkness stretching beyond the glass.“I don’t think they mean to,” she said quietly. “Sometimes, people just forget that love isn’t ownership.”Ares’s laugh was tired. The kind of laugh that carried too many unspoken things. “My father didn’t forget. He planned every step, every signature, every transfer while my mother trusted him with her life.”Lila’s eyes softened. “You sound like you’ve been fighting for too long.”“I have.” His voice dropped lower. “He’s not just taking her company, Lila. He’s taking her sanity. When the hospital called and told me she collapsed again, I knew it wasn’t just the stress, it was heartbreak. He’s filing for
High school crush Julian moved to the window and looked out over the city. It felt dangerous and raw, as though something was always about to explode. He hated that feeling. He hated that it had followed Ares and dragged his mother into it. He turned back when he heard the quiet sound of shoes on linoleum.Chloe stood in the doorway, as if she had appeared from nowhere. She wore a long dark coat, collar turned up against the cold, and a cigarette smoldered between her fingers. The smoke hung over her. Her face was partly shadowed, but her eyes were clear and bright in their way, sharp as glass.Julian’s lips thinned. He watched her, assessing, and for a sliver of time he remember the Tv footage OG Chloe’s presence at Deez, the way she’d orchestrated fear until the police came. She didn’t see him approach. He stepped into the corridor with easy, slow movements. She exhaled, watching the smoke curl into the ceiling.“Done smoking?” Tessa said, voice cool and crisp. “Maybe now you can
Quiet Rooms, Passing Faces“Are you sure they’ll sleep?” Julian asked as he crouched by the bed, one hand smoothing the duvet over Jamal’s small chest.The drive back to the mansion was exhausting. Dorcas smiled without looking up from where she tucked Pretty in, her usual movements steady and patient. “They’ve always been good at bedtime when they’re tired. Your driving did them in, Mr. Julian.” She reached for Kamal’s hand and laid it over the blanket like a benediction.Kamal’s lashes fluttered. Jamal’s breathing had already shifted from hiccuped to even. Pretty’s small fists relaxed. Beauty, last to be tucked, clutched a faded stuffed elephant and blinked at Julian with sleepy trust before settling.Julian felt something in his throat tighten, a soft, private ache he rarely allowed himself to name. Four small faces, his friends’ faces lined up in the soft glow of the nursery lamp, and for a moment the world outside the mansion’s tall hedges and iron gates slipped away to nothing
Bloodline War“Tell the pilot to prep the jet. We leave in ten.”Ares’s voice was sharp, controlled but the fury behind it cracked through every word like lightning. He stood in the middle of the hangar, still in the same black shirt from the hospital, his sleeves rolled up, his hair disheveled, eyes burning with sleepless rage.Tessa and Chloe stood a few feet away, watching him in silence.“Ares, think about this first,” Chloe said finally. “You just got your mother admitted an hour ago. She needs you here.”He turned, his stare cutting through her. “She needs her life back. And the man who destroyed it is waiting for me in another country.”Tessa stepped forward carefully. “What if he doesn’t listen? He’s your father. He knows exactly how to push you.”Ares gave a humorless laugh. “Then I’ll push back harder.”The pilot approached, helmet tucked under his arm. “Sir, the jet is ready. Clearance has been approved.”Ares nodded once and walked toward the stairs. He paused halfway, gl
The Man Behind the Curtain“Mom, what do you mean the Tokyo branch isn’t ours anymore?”Ares’s voice cut through the thick air of the suite like a knife. Papers lay scattered across the mahogany table, the laptop screen still open with documents flashing in red, Ownership Transfer Successful.Lady Bianca stood frozen, her trembling hand gripping the back of the chair for balance. She had been staring at the screen for the past two minutes, unable to process what she was reading.“It’s gone,” she whispered finally, her voice breaking. “The Tokyo properties, the warehouse in Osaka, even the accounts connected to them,” she swallowed hard, blinking through her tears, “Your father took everything. Everything in America too. Every single thing. All our accounts are frozen.”Ares stared at her, the muscle in his jaw twitching. “That’s impossible. He can’t just…”“He can.” Bianca’s eyes lifted to meet his. They were red, hollow, almost empty. “They were under his name, Ares. He transferred t







