Asher’s POVAfter listening to what they had said. I smacked my forehead as I laughed out loud at what they were hiding. I couldn’t believe they had put me and their mother through this. I had almost lost my mind.I immediately went back home, to change into my suit.While dressing up, I laughed again at what the children had told me at the hospital. They were very smart and cunning. Zendaya was going to have a kick out of this. I couldn’t wait to let her in on what had made her suspicious.When I was done. I headed for her wardrobe to go through the clothes that were packed there.I took out an evening gown which she had not worn for anything yet. This would be better for the outing.A knock on the door and I opened it to see the butler smiling at me with a tray in his hand.“I got it sir,” he said, bringing the tray to my eye level so I could see a diamond bracelet on it.“Thank you so much,” I said to the man. He had been my butler from day one and I carried him everywhere and on e
Zendaya's POVIf pathetic and miserable were a person then there’d be no perfect comparison to those words, as myself. My life was the perfect description of them. I stared out the transparent glass of my office, watching everyone mingle with themselves, laughing and cheering each other.Here I am, brooding over my sad and lonely life. I thought it was said that life is hard and tough for the ugly, but I was nowhere near any of that. No hard feelings to anyone, but I am an epitome of beauty. An hourglass shaped body any man would die for, and would undoubtedly make some ladies really jealous.There’s my mesmerizing emerald eyes and high cheekbones, hard to come by. 5 feet 8 tall, full, luscious lips and a symmetrical face. Definitely, I am a complete charm. But, my parents turned out to be the perfect obstacle sent to ruin my perfectly, outlined world.Everything spiralled the very day I was made to enter into a contract marriage with Asher Smith. When I first met him, he was runni
Zendaya's POV Whatever they added into the burger I ate definitely had some form of high pill in it. The zeal that got me off the chair I sat on in the lunchroom, and had me packing my bags to prepare for home, all abandoned me when I got into the car. Almost like I had an epiphany; what the hell, Daya? I slammed my head on the steering in frustration. One thing I forgot to mention is how much that bastard's demeanor intimidates me. You would think he studied psychology in college, or probably did for real. Asher's whole expression is to make the other person feel small and closed in. And if I would be sincere to myself, he has that effect on me too. Come on, girl! You can do this!This is why I should really consider some yoga classes, to enable some adequate control of my nerves. Cause why the hell are my palms sweaty and my breath keeps hitching? Especially when I’m not standing in his presence yet."Okay, just relax." I reminded myself loudly, "All I need to do is tell him
Zendaya's POV My body ached badly as I attempted to stand up from the floor. My legs were cramped together, restricting blood flow. Looking around I realized it was morning; I must have slept off on the floor, while crying last night. Standing up, it felt hazy and my head ached badly. And I didn't even take any alcohol, but it feels like I am having a hangover. Sighing, I headed to the bathroom. Taking a long look at myself in the mirror, I let out a resigned sigh; I looked like a lost cause. My hair sprouted out like an unwanted weed, dry mascara stuck to my face making me look like a baby raccoon. My face was blotched from all of the tears. The tears weren't necessary if I am to think of it, but I like to think I deserve to cry out my pains. Pulling at the hair to straighten it which appears to be a waste of time, I stepped out to look through my closet. Since it's the end of the week; I might as well skip going to that horrible workplace and probably take a long road trip. And
Zendaya's POV My head felt like it would split into two with the migraine that I woke up to. I tried to reach for my phone by the bed stand but instead, I made contact with both. Sitting up, I almost fell out of the bed because of the urgency at which I moved. Looking around the room, my eyes widened in horror when I realized I wasn’t in my room. The interior definitely is nothing compared to where I sleep in since I had been married to Asher. I held onto the sheet tightly, peeping underneath it, and then I almost screamed in horror at the sight that greeted me. I am naked! I mean butt naked!I can't believe I just slept with my distasteful husband, how in the world did I get so carried away. Taking a deep breath, I stood up, wrapping the bedsheet around me. Since the universe doesn't really have a keen interest in me, I wasn’t surprised when Asher caught me trying to sneak out of his bedroom with his sheets wrapped around me, and to make me feel more on the spot, when he walked
Zendaya's POV I tried to calm my nerves as I paced the study, hoping Asher would stop by the place like he usually does. Even though I had already told one of the maids to inform him about meeting me in the study. My palms feel sweaty, I was indeed pregnant.Fuck.Now that it turns out to be true, the next thing to do is let the father of the child, know about it.Saying a silent prayer as I heard Asher's footstep heading towards the study, I hope I would have enough courage to face him. This is the first time we would be talking since that night. Which is still the reason behind my presence here. Talking to Asher doesn't interest me either. "This had better be quick." He mumbled the moment he got in.I kissed my teeth silently, this bastard must think I am a joke. Squaring my shoulders I held his gaze. "I am pregnant." I announced in my loudest and strictest voice. Silence enveloped the room at first and for a second I almost thought he was having a deep thought. "Abort it."
“Alright, thank you for coming over and if you all have questions then let me know about it okay?” I said standing to my feet before shaking hands with the clients I had around.The clients and my subordinates stood at their feet as they prepared to leave before a client stopped me with his outstretched arm with a smug grin.“Is anything the matter?” I asked in a polite manner in order to not get anyone thinking I was rude, but he did not seem to understand my route.“For a woman you’re doing pretty well handling this company yourself,” he said laughing as he looked around to get people to follow him and laugh. “I beg your pardon,” I was confused at his words.“I mean, let’s face it. You’re a woman. There is no way you could have gotten and built all of this yourself. Where is the man in charge?”I sighed. The people around the room were confused on why he had chosen to end the day that way but I was not going to let this man insult me.“Who handles your company?” I asked him wi
On the day I had gotten on the plane and decided to leave everything behind, I had cried my eyes out. Since no one was going to be by my side I had prepared myself to leave them and start up my own life.I had left my marriage, my family and my life — whatever was left of it anyway — and had traveled to a country far from my birth home.Since I was unknown here and I had an opportunity to start over, I had taken it and decided to live a very low key life.I had used the money I had saved up from my former workplace to start a new life. I was glad I had saved everything and not touched it. I had also invested the money when I was still with my contracted husband and when I went to withdraw it I could see that it had yielded me so much returns.Searching for a new job in a place I was still new to was more difficult than I had thought.It turned out everyone only wanted to give jobs to those who had history in the country and since I was a stranger I was not oven the jobs.After being r