Kamara Hermes desired a life of stardom. A place in the fashion world that would resonate her name. However, her dreams seemed to have come to an abrupt halt when her father fell into debt owing Diego Sanchez, Atlanta's renowned Mafia who would terminate anyone who was stupid enough to cross his way. She would do anything to protect her family from becoming homeless as the ruthless Mafia insists on taking their only home away. When there appears to be no way out. Diego decided to offer her a deal, only if she takes it would he let go of the debt and her family home. He wants her to become his surrogate. Something Kamara considers outrageous. However, she has to choose between birthing a child for the Mafia or having her family live on the streets of Atlanta. One had to be a better option.
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I stared at the mannequin, dazzled by my piece of art. I can feel it in my heart that I would go far and become a brand name soon. Hyping my works doesn't come in the form of gloating. It's a mere fact without any opposition.
“Damn!” My friend Chantelle exclaimed from behind. “you my friend are a genius. How do you do this?”
“I don't know, Chan. I just love every bit of creating. Do you think this would fit into the designs I intend to submit for the fashion school?”
“All of your designs are remarkable, girl. Whichever one you chose to submit would get you in.”
Exhaling loudly, I slumped into the couch next to me. “I don't know if this would work out. I feel so anxious. Now that the day is coming closer, I have practically lost sleep.”
My head ached at the mere thought of my hopes shattering. For some unknown reason, I keep getting a bad feeling that something might happen and end my career. All my life, I have dreamt of becoming a household name in the fashion world. But that requires learning from the best, and interning in a fashion school is the only way forward for me.
A reference letter would have been a problem, but luck seemed to be on my side as my lecturer, Dr. Scott, offered to do so on my behalf. Everything seems perfect and looks too good to be true. In a month's time, my fate would be sealed. I just rounded up my final exams in college. Six months is all I need to intern and get certified from the New York fashion school and I would be out in the world winning.
Chantelle pulled at my hand, “stop zoning out. You need to believe in yourself. You have worked hard, Kamara. Now is your time to shine. Let's go clubbing tonight. I really have to get some dick.”
Snorting out a laugh, I rolled my eyes. “You are always so extra. How many dicks do you think you would get? Also, I don't think I want to step out of this house today. I would prefer we watch movies and eat junks.”
“I hate you.” She pouted, folding her arms against her chest as she walked out of the room.
Laughing at her silliness, I reached for my phone on the bed. As if on cue, a call from my sister, Ciara, came in.
“What's up, C.” I hollered, twirling the tip of my hair with my finger.
Ciara sniffed on the other end. “You need to come home now, Kamara.”
“What's going on? Are you crying?” I inquired, furrowing her face in worry.
“It's dad. He slumped.”
“What!”
“He is at the hospital. Please come home.”
“I will be right there in no time. Just hang on.” I bellowed, ending the call as I searched through my closet for a decent cloth to wear.
Chantelle rushed back into the room. “is everything okay?”
“Nothing is okay. My dad is at the hospital.”
“Oh, my God! We need to go now. I will grab the car keys while you dress up.”
I had a grateful look on my face. “thank you so much, Chantelle.”
Like a maniac, not caring that she might get fined, Chantelle drove through the busy roads of Atlanta to get me to the hospital. Ciara ran towards me the moment we left the reception.
“Where is mum?” I asked.
“She is with dad.”
The both of us, alongside Chantelle, made our way to the room. I let out a loud breath of relief when I saw my father breathing calmly without tubes attached to him. I had thought of the worst scenario on the way to the hospital.
“Mum.” I called out, hugging my mother. “Where are the rest?” I asked after my two other siblings.
Mum exhaled slowly, “they are at home. I had to ask Mrs. Jones to help look after them.”
“What's going on? What happened to him?”
“We need to talk, baby.” She said, holding my gaze.
“Okay.” I replied hesitantly as my heart thumped at what she intended to reveal to me. Mum hardly asks for a private talk unless there is something serious going on. “I will be right back, Chantelle.”
“Thanks for coming, Chantelle.” Mum motioned at her.
Chantelle smiled lightly, “it's okay, Shellie. He would be fine.”
I opened the door to let mum out into the hallway, “is everything okay with dad? What did the doctor say?”
“He will be fine. He only went into shock and fainted.”
“Does dad have an underlying sickness that I do not know about?”
“Listen, Kamara. Your dad and I have been holding back to sharing something's with you because we thought we could keep it under control. However, it's all out of hand now.”
“Mum can you not talk in parables, please. What did you both do?”
“The bakery fell short of money last year due to the fire that gutted half of the shop. Also, sales went down because a new pastry shop opened up opposite us with nice aesthetics. I didn't know when your father used all of his savings, including your siblings' college money, to keep the business afloat and restructure the shop and buy new modern equipment. However, the storehouse had been leaking, unknown to us. Rain drops got in and ruined all the flour bags. Causing us to incur more loss while we were still trying to gather enough money to pay off other debts.”
My mouth was wide, agape. I am trying not to react to the realization of my sibling's dreams drowning. “When did all of this happen, and I wasn't aware?”
“You were having the mock fashion show at the college and we both saw how much you had to do. It was just right for us as your parents to keep you from worrying unnecessarily. We are the adults.”
“So why are you telling me now?”
“Because we couldn't keep up with the payment and now everything we own is at stake.” She sniffed, trying to hold back the tears in her eyes.
“How much is it? And which bank did he take the loan from? Probably we can ask for more time.”
Letting out a long breath, she bit on her lower lip. “the bank didn't lend Andrew the money. In fact, I thought he had borrowed from the bank. The truth is he indulged in some gambling which an old friend introduced to him, assuring him he would win. In the process, he took money from the men at the casino with the hope of winning. Our mortgage on the bake shop was due, and he needed to get the college money back. Turns out he ran a deal with the mafia. And now they insist on taking the house if we don't pay back in a week time. Our mortgage is finally due, and it has been sealed.”
A loud noise echoed in my ears as I blinked slowly. "M....mafia? How is that even possible? Dad doesn't involve himself with criminals. Why now?”
“I don't know, baby. He must have been so desperate to save the one place he spent his entire youth working on. That bakery is dear to his heart. He just couldn't watch it go into ruins. And there was the future of your siblings. All of their college funds were gone. I was angry at first when he eventually told me the truth. But then I had to see it from his perspective. It would have worked out if sales went as expected.”
Grabbing a fistful of my hair, I groaned inwardly, unable to decipher the emotions running through me.
“How much are we talking about?” I asked, hoping it wouldn't be an enormous amount.
Mum inhaled sharply, staring right into my soul, “One hundred and fifty thousand dollars!”
Kamara's POV “Would you please get me a cup of tea sweetheart? I don't know why Diego had to send the maids out at this hour.” I heard Nana call out to me from her room and I couldn't help but chuckle as I hummed. I was in the kitchen making tea for Nana when my phone rang. I wanted to ignore it but it rang again. I let out a sigh, dropping the jar of tea to pick up my phone. But when I saw my mum's name on the ID, I hesitated for a few seconds before accepting the call. “Hello?” “Kamara!” My mother's panicked voice sent chills down my spine. Although it was a panicked voice, I could still hear the hint of anger in her tone. “It's your brother– Jason– he was attacked.” My grip on the phone tightened as I felt my body started trembling slightly. “What? What do you mean by attack? Is he okay?” “He's in the hospital. A group of men jumped him when he left our lodge. They said they were Diego's men. Goodness, what did you get us into Kamara? Why can't you just be without trouble for
Kamara's POV I opened my eyes to the stream of sunlight coming directly into the room. It took me a while before my gaze finally adjusted. I roughed my hair up drowsily as I looked around me. I was dressed in my nightwear and in the room. I was confused for a split second before everything that happened last night came flooding my head. My face flushed as I covered my face with my palm. I couldn't believe I had consented to actually having sex in the car. That's any woman's fantasy. A small giggle escaped my lips as I swung my feet down from the bed, looking at my reflection in the mirror. Diego had cleaned me up against last night and washed me up and one thing I had to admit this new prescription made me see much more gentle sides of him. Even if it was just because of the baby, in order to reduce my stress level, it wasn't bad to have him care for me once in a while like he did both times we've had sex now. I walked down towards the kitchen and I could hear the clinking of gla
Diego's POV I could feel Kamara's breath ghosting over my neck, her chest growing with each intake of air.I was far from done but I had to be considerate of her, thinking she must be tired from the season. I was having a hard time holding back but I didn't want to move her either. "I need more, Diego. I want more." She whispered through her ragged breath. I smiled after hearing her words, seeing the eagerness in her eyes as well spurred me on but I didn't want to do it here, not in the cramped space of my car. It wasn't how Kamara would act but who cares. She needed to take her mind off what just happened and I'll gladly do that for her. "Let's go back to the mansion and continue. I promise to make it worth your time." I breathed out, helping her to the passenger's seat as I handed her my jacket to wear over her dress. It would probably be a mess now. "Alright."Getting her to agree with me was all I needed. I hurriedly turned on the engine and drove out of the parking lot.Withi
Diego's POV I didn't care what kind of reaction I would get, I just took Kamara and pulled her out of the restaurant casually. After walking out of the restaurant with Kamara trailing behind me, I headed straight into the parking lot with my car in sight. I didn't know why I just followed her after she requested I shouldn't but I'm having this sense of satisfaction that I did. "What the fuck, Diego?" Kamara barked as she yanked her hand off mine, causing me to stop and turn to her with a puzzled expression. "How could you?""How could I what?" I asked, withdrawing my hand as I stared back at her. "How could you fucking show up in my family meeting like that?" She pushed against my chest, clearly angry at me. I looked at her for a moment, still trying to understand her reaction. Is this how all women act after you help them? Because I do not understand. "I don't understand… I can't show up when you clearly looked uncomfortable in there?” "Why will you?" She scoffed, looking arou
Kamara's POV I slid into the chair across from her, my fingers lacing together on my lap. “Explain. Tell us what the hell you have done.” She said, cutting straight to the chase. No warmth, no room for greetings or jokes. They wouldn't even listen to it if it was offered. My throat felt dry. “I don't know what Ciara told you, but–” “She told us enough,” my mother cut in sharply. “She said you're not in New York, well this proves it. That you've been lying to us. That you're pregnant. That you're living with some mafia boss. Is that true?” I swallowed. “Yes.” My mother flinched like I had slapped her. “And you weren't going to tell us?” My father asked, his tone low and furious. “It's not what you think,” I said, choosing my words carefully. My mother scoffed. “Then tell me what it is Kamara? Because from where I'm sitting I don't understand anything. How could you be so reckless, Kamara? How could you throw your life away like this? Do you know how difficult it is to carry a
Kamara's POV “Get out!” His voice resounded in the entire hallway. I felt the hair on my skin rise. Of course, he wouldn't listen to anything I had to say to him. Why did I even come to meet him in the first place? I was about to turn when he grabbed my hand as if reading my thoughts. That was when I noticed everyone standing behind him was leaving already. “Not you silly.” He replied, gesturing towards the door not far from where we stood. I walked into the room with him and it was a suite. It wasn't a surprise since this was a hotel, but Fernando said this was Diego's floor. Only those who wanted to have private meetings with him would have access up here and also his office was here. So that meant this hotel suite was his also. I wonder how many women he had brought in here. The instant the thought came into my head, I shook it off, going after him as he headed towards the balcony. “Did you come all the way because you're mad I wasn't in bed this morning when you woke up?” He
Kamara's POV “Kamara Hermes!” I flinched over the sheer anger in my mother's voice. It wasn't the kind of anger I usually felt from her when she was ready to scold the shit out of me, I could tell it was much worse than I could comprehend. “Mum–”“Do you not Mum me!” She snapped. Her irritation is obvious even from over the phone. “Do you have any idea what we've just heard? Don't even try to explain yourself. You lied to us, saying you were in New York chasing a dream we fully supported, just to find out you're in Atlanta, pregnant– pregnant for Don Diego, Kamara. That dangerous man. What the hell is wrong with you?”My chest tightened, my hands trembling as I made my way out of the room hurriedly, heading down the hallway to find somewhere private and quiet. I could hear my father's voice in the background, muttering something in disappointment. “How could you do this, Kamara?” My father demanded. “If any of the family or the family friends were to hear about this, it would brin
Kamara's POV “What are you doing here, Ciara?” I asked, my eyebrow twitching at the sight of her. It was just last night I saw her and now I've run into her again. “I own the pharmacy in this hospital.” She pointed out, tilting her head to the side and I scoffed. She was yet to even graduate from school and she would own a pharmacy in an elite hospital. “I know what you're thinking sister, but when I have a husband I can make use of, I get whatever I want. Even if it includes ratting you out to mum and dad.” “So you're just a gold digger as they call it. No wonder you're with a man much older. For his money and you aren't even taking care of the family with it.” I spat out angrily, gaining everyone's attention. She looked around with an irritated look before grabbing my wrist and dragging me towards a balcony. “Look here, sis. My marriage is no one's business. It's not like they care. They won't be disappointed in me, but you see, you will be the topic of emphasis. You know how
Kamara's POV I hadn't seen Diego since I woke up and the entire mansion was empty. Not that I mind. He didn't even leave a note or anything. After thinking about last night, I might actually be crazy for letting him do that. And he also cleaned me up after I passed out on him. Was it really that good? I shouldn't have allowed him.But who wouldn't? He looked so hot and tempting those eyes threatening to devour me. “Alright, enough, Kamara.” I hummed as I got ready to head to the hospital. As I got downstairs, I paused to see the dining table set. I walked over to see a small note. “I left home early due to some business. How do you feel? The maids and guards will arrive by 9 one of them will take you out.” I looked up at the time and I still had 15 minutes left. A small smile appeared on my face as I settled down, opening the dishes, and goodness, they looked so heavenly. I could get used to him cooking for me every day. I pushed the hospital door open, stepping into the familiar
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