Diego’s POV “Doctor, how does it make any sense that the same procedure you did to get her pregnant can’t be repeated again?” I asked putting the phone on loudspeaker. The doctor coughed lightly on the other end. “Sir, the process is beyond just injecting the mix into her. She would have to go through the mental torture of getting her body ready and then carrying the eggs again with the same procedure would harm her. I have told you this before, please I need you to understand me. This is my professional advice, you will be putting a lot at risk if you don’t listen to me. Just in case you intend to visit another doctor. If they get on with it, you are likely to have a murder case on your hands.” I didn’t wait to hear the rest of what she had to say before ending the call. My head seems to be hurting from the news. To think I already made Nana rest assured she was going to have a grandchild soon. That dumb head that calls herself Kamara just couldn’t stay in one place and had to ru
Kamara’s POV I stared blankly at the wall dreading any sound that I might hear. The one I feared the most was my phone ringing. Tears rolled down my face uncontrollably and I couldn’t seem to stop. I have harbored the thought of telling my parents about what I got myself involved in, but what difference would it make? We would end up on the streets and all of my sacrifice would be for nothing. How am I supposed to sleep with a man that I do not have any interest in? It’s bad enough that I have to deal with his disrespect and scornful glares. The room suddenly felt suffocating and the dark shadows of my life kept roaming around me like wraiths. Chantelle knocked roughly from behind the door. “Open the door, Kamara.” She yelled. I have been indoors since yesterday when I got discharged from the hospital without food or water just crying my eyes out. I don’t feel the need to struggle to live. I am at a crossroads in my life that I can’t seem to find a way out of. “Kamara come on,
Author’s POVChantelle put her dark glasses down an inch to see Fernando seated with his head bowed deeply into the papers in front of him. She snickered entering the space. Noticing her presence, Fernando raised his head and gulped hard at the sight of her. There is something about Chantelle that has him melting on the spot. If not because he had to act professionally whenever he found himself in her presence. He would have asked her out on a date. “Hello, Miss Chantelle. It's nice to see you again.” He said smiling. Chantelle scoffed taking off the glasses. “Thankfully I do not share your feelings. I am actually more keen on breaking the head of both yours and that criminal of a friend you have. But then I am too civil to get involved in w bloody mess like that. So here we are.” Fernando had an amused look on his face in place of anger. “I am glad to see you regardless. What can I help you with?” “It's nothing much. I don’t know if telling you this alone will make an impact or
Kamara’s POV One Week LaterWhen Chantelle said she got the almighty Diego to agree to seven more days of rest, I almost didn’t believe it and expected that he might put a call through and rain curses on me for disregarding him, but to my surprise he never called until the week was complete. I thought I already had enough time to get prepared. But here I am feeling the urge to run for my life and never come back. We picked my ovulation week and agreed to spend two nights together. I couldn’t stand to be with him in an enclosed space with him. My heart kept thumping like it would leap out of its cage. I reached for my bag and searched inside for the vodka Chantelle had slipped inside. She advised that I get drunk to get it over with. I checked the time and it seems like he won’t arrive as early as expected. I am not much of an alcohol fan, but it appears I have no other choice now. Unscrewing the cover, I chugged down the content ignoring the harsh feeling in my throat, and drank h
Diego’s POV “Boss, the package is at the port, but the redfish won’t let us move.” One of my men Louis informed me. He had a worried expression on his face, which is unlike him. The pen I was flipping at the time he walked in dropped from my hand onto the table. Sucking my teeth, I held his gaze. “Tell me one thing, Louis. What exactly did I hire you for?” He blinked looking confused. His sudden meekness is getting on my nerve. “S…sir? I tried to coerce him, but he wouldn’t budge.” “And what do we do to men like him?” I questioned with a raised brow. My patience is running thin with his refusal to give a quick response.“Y…you want us to kill him? Boss, that will be a massive risk, and it might lead to an unwarranted gang war.” “Do I look like I care, Louis? If redfish is stupid enough to stop my goods, then all he deserves is a peaceful sleep. I don’t care how you intend to handle this, Louis. My goods must get to their destination without any scratch. If that happens consider y
Kamara's POVI 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.
Kamara's POV“One hundred and fifty thousand dollars!” I repeatedMy heart jumped down to the pit of my stomach as I stiffened. Mum's words rang in my ears like the cathedral bell. I don't think I would ever be able to make that in a year. Not when I am just a newbie in the fashion industry. “Say something, Kamara.” Mum whispered, she was crying now. I felt my breath hitch as I gasped for air. I think I was having a panic attack, sweat beads formed on my forehead and my palm shook hard. My legs wobbled and it seemed weightless. I sat my butt down before it gives way to the ground. “Stay calm, baby. Please.” She kept repeating. Burning tears rolled down my face. “This can't be happening, mum. Where are we supposed to go? What's going to happen to me and my siblings? Why do they want to take away our home?” Mum sat next to me, sobbing. “It's the only thing that can stand in as payment. In a week time, we would be homeless.” I shook my head hard, “that can't be. It's so wrong and u
Diego's POVI wanted to burst into a fit of laughter at the information brought to me. Whoever the person is, she does have a lot of guts to require my presence. Curiosity gnawed at me as I wanted to meet with this peculiar person and hear what she had to say. Andrew Hermes has cost me a lot of money. One thing everyone knows is not to play around with my money. I would use whatever means I can muster to get it back. “You don't have to meet with her, boss. We can handle it.” My right-hand man, Aiden said.I shrugged, inhaling deeply from my vape pen and puffing smoke into the air, “no, it's been a while I got to be amused. All you guys do is bring me headaches. I want something refreshing. I hope you remembered to tell her it's by ten?” “Yes, boss. It's past nine now, I am sure she would be here soon, she sounded desperate to get your attention.” A mischievous grin plastered my face. “and I will give it all to her.” “Alright, boss. Please excuse me.” He said leaving. Just when I