“How did this happen, Micheal?!” I screamed as I jolted up under the duvet that I was, hoping that it wasn’t what I was thinking “Don't look so surprised baby, it's me. Your one and only ex-boyfriend” Micheal replied with a wicked smile *** ***** ***** **** **** **** *** Flora found herself naked unexpectedly on the same bed with her ex boyfriend, Micheal, few days before her wedding!!!. When she confessed to her fiancé, Stanley, he forgave her reluctantly, but the past comes back to haunt them when Micheal claims to be the father of Flora’s baby girl Is Micheal telling lies? Or could he be telling the truth? As the truth unfolds revealing that the baby girl belongs to neither Stanley nor Micheal. Who the hell is the father of the child!!!?
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In my 25 years of living, I never thought that I would be getting married to the love of my life. While I was in high school, I had a childhood heartthrob, Michael Brooks, who I thought I would be spending the rest of my life with, but he messed up big time. I loved him with everything I had, but he betrayed me. Surprisingly Micheal cheated on me with my high school classmate, who I'm very sure isn't as beautiful as I am. I've always despised cheaters because they cause nothing but trouble in the life of their partner. Michael was not only a cheat, but also a drug addict, who tends to beat me up whenever he gets intoxicated. He forgets everything and acts unreasonably whenever he takes the hard drugs. We were a loving couple back in the days in high school even with his deportment, until we graduated from high school and the level of his delinquency increased due to his idleness. Our once loving and admired relationship turned into a very toxic one, which almost took my life. I was so afraid of leaving him back then because he always threatened to kill me if I ever left him. My life was in jeopardy until I met Stanley. Stanley was the saving grace I had, have, and will always have. He saved me from my previous toxic relationship. I can vividly remember our first contact with each other. I went to a bar with Michael to celebrate our sixth anniversary. The hangout was going smoothly with gists, laughter, and an easy flow of conversation until Michael decided to get himself high and he continued drinking heavily. Then he started misbehaving, yelling at me for no reason, and as I tried to caution him without thinking twice Micheal pounced on me heavily with several blows to my face and body. Who could have thought that the same man I was laughing with a few hours ago would end up causing me pain but because I was used to it, I didn't even flinch one bit even though the pain and fear were suffocating I endured the pains and torments he inflicted on me until I noticed a tall handsome man holding and beating Michael up. This is the first time someone actually came to my aid. Whenever Michael beats me, people only stand to look and watch the scene going on. They've never tried to stop him because they were scared of him, he doesn’t leave anyone out who tries to interfere whenever the torture starts. I couldn’t tell my mum of the suffering all because of the love I had for Micheal, I know that’s stupid but we’ve all done something crazy one way or the other in the name of love. So when I realized that a gentleman like Stanley actually helped me that day, I not only felt thankful but also, felt my heart beat another kind of rhythm that day. This man looks so handsome, rich, attractive and hottt. He introduced himself as Stanley Davis while I was still wrenching in pain on the ground. I later found out he was one of the richest and powerful CEOs in the city which rendered me speechless. He was one of the masterminds behind political activities in the state due to his influence and power in politics. "Hope you're good?", he asked me that night, his voice so deep and soothing that I nearly forgot how to breathe. He is surely a God-sent. He later drove me home and asked for my contact information. Hesitantly I gave him and he made sure Michael was arrested and tortured for his domestic violence immediately, and that was the last time I ever set my eyes on Michael again. And that was how we began a journey we never knew would come this far. It's been four years since we started our captivated relationship, and now, our wedding is in three days!!! A stranger to a Saviour, and now a soon to be husband Isn't that great?!! I thought it only happened in love movies and romance novels, but I happened to witness one myself. Stanley was everything I have always wanted and prayed to God for. He is a teacher, my best friend, my best companion, and everything I know that is good in this world. He is my consolation price sent to me from God after the numerous heartaches I felt while I was still with Michael. gurrrrrrrrrrrr "Oh my God, I can't believe I'm hungry again!!", I exclaimed after snapping out from my trance state. I just ate not quite long, and now I'm hungry again. Oh my goodness I ran to the kitchen to go prepare myself something to eat. Getting to the kitchen, I discovered I had nothing left to eat. "I really need to go grocery shopping soon", I murmured to myself while I was confused and exhausted from the preparation of the wedding ceremony. “What do I eat now that the kitchen is empty” I thought with a regretful face While I was still deciding on what to eat, my phone rang and when I checked who it was, Lo and behold, it's Jessica, my best friend who traveled overseas six months ago Hastenly, and happily, I picked up the call "Heyyy, Jess, how're you doing?", I asked, my voice tinged with happiness "I'm good Lora, how about you?", she said From her voice, it shows a little bit of guilt and happiness simultaneously "I'm fine", I began. "You haven't been picking up my calls since you left. It's unfair you know", my voice laced with sadness "I'm very sorry sweetie, work has been hectic over here but don’t worry I'll make it up to you. I promise", she said "And how exactly do you intend to make it up to me?", I asked her, my voice tinged with curiosity and eagerness to know what she was planning. She was quiet for a while before she dropped the bombshell “Guess what baby, I'm back!!" She must be joking right? "What? Seriously?", I began, my voice sounding so doubting. "You said you'd only come back once you're done with your project, and that's like, 6 months away from now" "Well, baby, how do you expect me to miss your wedding? ehn?", she said. "Of course, I have to come back to celebrate with my baby Lora on her big day!! “Silly" I really can't believe this! Wow! "Jess you're surely the best!!, you're such a darling, sincerely speaking", I said , my voice cracking because I was on the verge of shedding tears, “this has to be the happiest news today” I thought as I used my hand to wipe away the little tear coming from my eye I felt so emotional, because I never expected her to come back to attend my wedding. Of course, she's supposed to since she's my best friend, but coming all the way from another country just to attend my wedding was really heartwarming for me. She traveled for business reason, and I'm very sure she must be very busy with that, but she still took out time for me "You're the best!!", I told her again "It's okay please, You're making me uncomfortable" "Oh Jessica, you're really unbelievable", I chuckled while sniffing I've forgotten Jessica doesn't like it when I thank her. She always says 'Thank you and Sorry isn't necessary in a very close friendship' But, I must say, in this context, it is very needed. "So, it's decided. I'm your chief bride's maid", she concluded herself, making me laugh out loud I'd choose Jessica as my chief bride's maid over anybody, but since she traveled, I had to choose someone else. But, now she's going to be present, the role must surely go back to her "Of course, you are!!",I told her, my voice tinged with lots of happiness "Good then", she chuckled "So baby, let's meet up", she said. “I would be waiting for you at the Skyline bar. Let's celebrate your last 3 nights as a single bitch like me!!" "Yeah, sure. I'd be there in 30 minutes", I informed her hesitantly "Alright baby, love you", she told me, her voice laced with happiness "Love you too", I said then ended the call Thank goodness, now I would eat out and enjoy myself with my best friend. There is no point going to the grocery store any longer I rushed to the bathroom to freshen up and went to select the clothes I'd wear to meet up with my darling Jessica After ten minutes of preparing, I stood in front of the mirror to look at myself with a beautiful skimpy blue gown I wore while humming to one of Sia's songs; Unstoppable. I looked at myself one last time before I sent Stanley a text message, telling him that I'd be going out with Jessica and I would be back by 11 PM with a love emoji. I'd have loved to call him, but I was very sure he'd be very busy at work. There’s no point disturbing him with calls when he would still read the text. I left the house in a happy mood once I was very sure I had locked everything properly. If only I had known that my action that day would descend into a living nightmare, I would have never stepped foot out of my house but fate had other plans for me, in an instant, my once admired world was shattered and crushed. My life once filled with laughter, joy and happiness was turned into a miserable one filled with nightmares that left a big scar on my life and dignity.Jessica’s POVMy fingers tap rhythmically on the countertop, the screen of my phone lighting up with the time. 11:03 AM. The meeting should have started three minutes ago, but I’m still here, sipping a lukewarm espresso and pacing like a general before war.My phone rings, sharp and loud, dragging me out of my thoughts. I glance at the caller ID—Delilah, the event planner.I press answer, already annoyed.“Jessica,” she begins quickly, “the team’s been waiting. You’re the one who fixed the meeting time, and—”“Pause.” I cut her off, voice smooth but firm. “I have something important to take care of.”I don’t wait for a reply before ending the call.The moment I hang up, I snatch my purse, slip on my sunglasses, and head for the car. Screw the meeting. It can wait. Michael is more important right now. Much more.I slide behind the wheel, engine growling to life. The gates swing open, and I speed out of the compound without a second glance.Fifteen minutes later, I pull into the
Senator Jones’ POVThe soft hum of jazz floats through my study as I pour myself a glass of whiskey. It’s late, but I’ve never been much of a sleeper. Too many things always need watching, controlling. Especially now.My phone vibrates against the oak desk. I see the caller ID and smile faintly before answering.“Boss,” I say smoothly, settling into the leather armchair.“Jones,” he replies, his voice sharp and cold as ever. “How’s Flora coping at the company? Is she giving you trouble?”I swirl the amber liquid in my glass, taking a moment before responding. “She almost did,” I admit. “She had that fire in her eyes a few days back. Looked like she was ready to tear the whole place down.”The boss chuckles darkly. “I told you she’s a wild one.”“True,” I say. “But I brought her back to her senses. Just a little nudge to remind her of her place, and she snapped right back in line.”“Good. I don’t want her rebellious. I want her useful,” the boss says. There’s a pause, then he contin
Flora’s POVI sit in the car, watching the city lights blur past through the window, and for a moment,I can’t breathe.Did I just do that?Did I really sit through a dinner with Stanley and Jessica like it didn’t break every nerve in my body? Did I smile? Stay calm? Keep my voice even?I did.And I didn’t just survive it… I owned it.I blink, looking down at my hands, still slightly trembling, but steady enough to clench the edge of my dress. I feel raw inside, like I’ve been skinned emotionally, but on the outside,I looked untouched. That has to count for something.I glance to the other seat where the nanny holds Aurora gently. She’s fast asleep, cheeks flushed from the night, her tiny hand curled around the edge of her bunny plushie. So peaceful. So soft.I swallow the lump in my throat.The nanny offers me a small, knowing smile. “She didn’t even stir. Must’ve been a long day.”“Yeah,” I say, voice hoarse. “For both of us.”I lean forward, tapping the glass. “Let’s go. I just
Flora’s POVIt’s almost time to leave, but my heart won’t stop racing.I pace the living room twice, clutching my handbag like it might fly away if I let go. Aurora’s dressed already,hair done in a sweet puff, her tiny hands playing with the butterfly clips in her curls.I turn to Mama. “I don’t know why I’m so nervous. I feel like this is a mistake.”She walks over and touches my shoulder gently. “It’s not a mistake, Flora. You’re just anxious. Breathe, alright? Maybe this dinner is a good thing.”I glance toward the window. It’s already getting dark.“Be positive,” she adds. “Whatever happens tonight, just stay calm. Don’t let anyone rattle you.”I nod slowly, then my phone rings, interrupting the moment.Unknown number.I hesitate, then swipe to answer. “Hello?”“Miss Flora,” a familiar voice says, low and firm. It’s the agent. “You’ll be accompanied to your meeting tonight. My men are waiting outside your house.”“What?” I blink. “How did you even—?”But the line goes dead.I
Flora's POVI stare at the file on my desk like it might reach out and bite me. My heart’s been beating too fast since I saw his name,Stanley Davis,boldly written under the “eliminate” column. It doesn’t make sense. Nothing makes sense anymore.I pace the floor of my office, my heels clicking too loudly against the tiles. I want to scream, throw something, demand answers,but I don’t even know who to direct my anger to. Senator Jones? Mr. Rivera? The agent who dropped this bombshell on my desk and vanished like smoke?God, I want to go to the senator’s house. I want to grab him by the collar and ask what twisted game he’s playing. But I can’t. I think of my mom. I think of Aurora—her little giggles, the way she wraps her tiny fingers around mine like I’m her entire world.If I make the wrong move, if I provoke the wrong man… they’ll pay the price.I sit down slowly, running my fingers through my braids, trying to breathe through the chaos. I keep glancing at the door, hoping the age
Jessica’s POVThe hospital smells like antiseptic and quiet desperation. I walk briskly through the corridor, not making eye contact with anyone. I’m not here for small talk or polite nods. I’m here to get things done. Ruthlessly.I reach the doctor’s office and knock once before stepping in without waiting for a response. Dr. Franklin looks up from his desk, startled.“Miss—” he starts, standing as if unsure whether to greet me or brace himself.I cut him off with a smile. “Sit down, doctor. I won’t take much of your time.”His nervous energy is almost amusing. I close the door behind me and walk to his desk slowly, deliberately, like I own this hospital. In many ways, I do,money talks, and mine never stutters.“I need a favor,” I say, placing my purse on the edge of his desk. “Stanley’s mother… I want her drug regimen changed.”His brows knit together. “Changed?”“Yes,” I reply smoothly. “Swap it with something… a little more effective at finishing the job. Something that will sl
Jessica’s POVStanley is halfway down the porch steps when I rush out, clutching the thick file against my chest.“Wait!” I call out, trying not to sound desperate. “You forgot something.”He slows but doesn’t stop until he’s by the car door. I reach him just as he swings it open, his brows pinched and expression already tense. He’s always tense lately.“What is it now?” he asks, not even bothering to look at me.I shove the file into his hands. “It’s everything I’ve put together for the wedding. A summary. Venues, press coordination, stylist options, dates. You said we should get things moving, so I did.”He stares at the file for a beat, then tosses it onto the passenger seat like it’s yesterday’s trash. “Thanks,” he mutters without enthusiasm. “I have to get to work, Jessica. I’ll stop by the hospital after.”I nod quickly, stepping back from the car, forcing a soft smile onto my face. “Of course. I’ll meet Chloe at the hospital and stay with your mom for a bit. You don’t have
Flora’s POVThe elevator dings softly as it stops on my floor, and the doors glide open. I step out into the office, my heels clicking sharply against the polished tiles. The morning buzz has already started,phones ringing, printers humming, employees moving about with forced smiles and quick steps. But I have no time for pleasantries or distractions today. I go straight for Mr. Rivera’s office.I don’t bother to knock. I push the door open, stepping in with a quiet resolve that masks the storm brewing inside me.Mr. Rivera looks up from behind his desk, eyes narrowing slightly as he sees me. “Flora,” he says slowly, drawing out the syllables like he’s trying to figure out which version of me walked through the door. “I’m surprised to see you here.”I don’t answer. Not immediately. I let the silence stretch just a little. I remain standing, my arms at my sides, trying to steady the pounding in my chest.He raises an eyebrow when I don’t speak, fingers tapping lightly on the edge
Stanley’s POVThe door clicks shut behind us as we step into the house. Silence stretches across the room, thick and tense. I don’t say a word. I don’t have the strength to start something I won’t be able to finish tonight.Jessica walks ahead of me, heels tapping lightly against the polished floor. When I attempt to head for the stairs, she moves fast,almost too fast,planting herself in front of me, arms folded and head tilted in that practiced way of hers.“Are you still mad at me?” she asks, voice calm but with that underlying edge I’ve come to recognize. The one she uses when she’s trying to gauge whether I’m malleable enough to manipulate.I exhale slowly. “Jessica, I’m tired. I’ve been at the hospital for hours.”“You didn’t answer my question.”I look at her. Really look at her. The woman I married for obligation, not love. Her face is painted perfectly, not a flaw out of place, but behind that pretty mask is the chaos she caused just hours ago. My mother, injured. Hit wit
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