Silva breathed a sigh of relief as they finally left the bedroom after what seemed like eternity, afraid that she might collapse due to hunger. Ralph wanted to spend more time in the bathroom, but seeing that she was not in the mood for playing, he hastened up.Walking behind him with his big frame obstructing her view as they climbed the stairs slowly, Silva felt like kicking him hard on his back so he would roll off the stairs and she could finally get to her destination faster, she giggled at the thought wondering how possible that is seeing that her feet is no bigger than one of Ralph's palm.Ralph looked back to see what was funny, but she responded with a scowl. He left her front as they got to the foot of the stairs, watching her closely. He could swear that he saw her expression soften into something like surprise before it changed to a cold face.She walked off to the dining table and burst one of the balloons deliberately with her foot before sitting down. She tossed the bea
Ralph had managed to get through the day without thinking of Silva's sad face. He knew how he would handle her. It wasn’t that he didn’t care about what he had said to her that morning, but if that would make her stay at home, then he would have to keep saying it every day.He was not ready to lose yet another love, not after he had lost his mom. And did she request a bodyguard? He laughed at the thought, as if they could be trusted. He would keep her safe the best way he could, and if she wants to hate him for it, so be it. He stepped into his private elevator and pressed the button for his floor, holding his suit in one hand and a McDonald's birthday magazine in the other. He felt a pang of sympathy for the young girl featured on the cover, especially since both he and Silva were prominently displayed, while her image appeared only in a small corner. It made him think about the lengths businessmen will go to secure contracts with influential companies. Despite having a history wi
"Ma'am, you really need to eat, please. You refused breakfast, and I can't let you skip lunch, too. Please get up and eat, even if it's just a bit," Celia pleaded with Silva, who was hiding under the covers."I'm not hungry, please take it away. I don't want food. All I want is my mom. Is that too much to ask?" Silva replied, holding the duvet tightly around her head."You hardly ate much last night, too. I saw the remnants of what you ate and it wasn't encouraging. I can bring in a Chef to cook for you if you don't like my food," Celia pleaded. She could still recall the sternness in Ralph's voice as he reminded her to ensure his wife had something to eat before heading off to work.Afraid she might lose her job if she failed to get her madam to eat, she cajoeled even further."When was the last time you saw your mom, Celia?" Silva asked, peeking from beneath the duvet."Hmm, last holiday, yeah we met last holiday, why are you asking?" Celia asked in confusion."I need to see my mom
Silva woke up before dawn on Monday, sitting on the bed with her arms crossed over her chest. She was thinking of the best way to break the news to her husband that she would be leaving for her mother's place. In fact, it was clear to her that she needed to gain full control of her life now, irrespective of the danger lurking around.It's high time she stood up to her fears. She couldn’t hide from the world forever. Silva took a deep breath as she contemplated the difficult conversation ahead, knowing full well that it won't be easy to convince Ralph to allow her to go to her mom alone, but at least she would give it a shot.She sighed heavily for what felt like the umpteenth time. "Can you please stop breathing like you're in labor and just go to sleep?" Ralph groaned in response. As a light sleeper, he had an ability to pick up on the slightest sounds around him, even in the depths of slumber. Silva couldn't help but wonder how that was possible. Maybe he was secretly a wizard."I
Whatever is in the past belongs to the past...."Don't play games with me Rebecca, answer the damn question" Ralph thundered, shoving her hands to her side. He's had enough of her tricks."I'm sad, babe, trust me, I've changed. I did a whole lot of self-reflection back there in the prison. I really suffered from creepy and crawling things living off me. It was really an awful experience, and all I wanted was to come home to you, in your waiting arms," Rebecca said with tears in her eyes, attempting to hold his hands again, but Ralph dodged her touch."Oh my goodness, that's such a touching story, and when you couldn't find me, you went to the next target, which was my father, my very own father, Rebecca. All for what, huh? You and I know that our relationship is over. It's clear to you as daylight, just move on and leave my family out of your messy life." Ralph faked his sympathy, staring at her with hate in his eyes."I know this is all her fault; she turned your back on me, made me
Rebecca stood before the Green House l in her smoking red dress, her hair styled in a curly way and her face caked up with make-up, holding Laurent who was wearing a brown suit. All looking good like the perfect couple."Tonight is going to be so much fun," Rebecca cheered gleefully like a teenager who was given her favorite ice cream."You wish, you know how the rich do when it comes down to birthday," Laurent replied to his date, holding her by the waist in a possessive manner as they waited for their turn.The bodyguard checked their invitation card and motion for them to go in. Rebecca wasn't all that surprised about the glamorous decorations around her, she's been to more parties than she could count as Ralph's date, only that she switched positions with his father tonight.The McDonald's first daughter was celebrating her eighteenth birthday and being a business partner of The Royal Association he invited both father and son and important business associates.Ralph was seen talk