After just one week of staying with Lucas, Phoebe's understanding of him finally changed. It was as if she was living with a different man from the one she’d known. She’d had the wrong impression of him. With time, she concluded that he wasn’t that monster she had created of him in her head and that beneath his hard exterior was a soft heart, a kind man that anyone would want to get to know more. Yes, over the week, Lucas seemed to be slowly getting over his ex. His hair was now its normal length and that ugly beard was finally out of his face, revealing a well-defined jawline. He'd quit drinking and would spend hours in his home office, running the affairs of his companies he had abandoned since. He did everything in his power to make sure that she was comfortable, and never complained about her cravings or frequent throw-ups, even when the child belonged to his enemy. He was bent on making her see how sorry he was for his actions. That day, Lucas had decided to make her lunch
Marcy smiled back at her as Phoebe stared at her like she'd seen a ghost. “Long time, no see. Where have you been?” she asked. “I heard Lucas sacked all of his workers so what are you doing here?” Marcy furrowed her brows as realization finally hit her. “The other staff have been fired?” “I had taken leave the day after you had gone out with the young master. My mother was ill,” she said before Phoebe noticed how the corners of her lips had pulled down. “What is wrong? I hope she's fine now.” “Well, the doctors said she's got cancer. My worry now would be how to get money for her treatment, this job is my only means of livelihood and I wouldn't want to be fired.” “You won’t be fired okay, I will make sure of that. Come on, sit with me,” Phoebe consoled as she suddenly felt like she had gone back in time. She understood exactly what Marcy was going through at the moment. “Don't worry your mother would be fine okay? Does anyone stay with her at the moment?” “Yes, my youn
Lucas paced up and down his room, his palms caressing his temples with him deep in thought. As if he was been controlled by some unseen force, he ended his movement abruptly, his head perking up as he stared towards the nightstand. Exhaling, he began to walk towards his nightstand where he picked up his phone that was lying there. Scrolling through the lists of contacts saved to his phone, he paused as his thump danced above a name. Convincing himself that he was making the right choices and that his actions wouldn’t be misinterpreted, he dialed the number. His heart thumped against his chest the more the phone rang, and he felt the strong urge to end the call. Just as he was about to do that, the call connected, her voice sailing through the speakers. “Took you long enough, handsome,” A frown marred his face on hearing the cheerfulness in her voice. What gave her the audacity to be happy? What right does she have to happiness, after what she’d done to him? Swallowing hard,
The door was opened to reveal Phoebe, who stood rooted in her position as her eyes scanned his countenance. He exposed his teeth for her in a smile while he inwardly prayed she didn't notice some foul play. “Is everything okay?” she asked, as he paved the way for her to enter. “Yeah, I'm good. Come inside.” Phoebe looked for him for a while before she walked into his room and he closed it behind her. Her nostrils picked out the scent of burnt paper underneath a rosy scent. She turned back and looked at him but he only gave out a chuckle. “What do you want?” he asked. And when Phoebe said nothing but fixed him with a questioning glance, he added, “I mean, why are you here?” Phoebe furrowed her eyebrows as she wondered what was up with him. Why did it seem like he was in a hurry to see her gone? He was just seeing her that day as she’d been in the bathroom when he got back from work. Brushing it away to be work stress, she went on. “Uhm-I- Marcy is back,” She struggled with
After much persuasion, Phoebe decided to believe his words and pass the night with him. In as much as he tried to keep up with his hard exterior, she saw right through him. She was a bit offended that he didn’t trust her enough and would rather keep things to himself, but what he didn’t know was that he was killing himself the more he tried to keep his feelings bottled up. “Okay,” she sighed, as she turned to face him, her eyes not missing the victory look he had on. But they were gone as soon as they appeared that she wondered if she’d seen anything and it wasn’t just her head. She walked back to his bed where she sat down and fondled with her fingers. Lucas stared at her, a pang of pain hitting him at how tense she seemed to be whenever he was close to her. He was aware that she was still wary around him but he couldn’t blame her though. He would have to put more effort into making her feel at ease when close to him. “Give me about thirty minutes,” he said as he began to unb
In the space of minutes, Lucas seemed to have aged a few more years, the corners of his lips sagged and emotionless eyes stared into space. Having stayed with him for long, she could tell exactly what he was going through. She knew how much he would be asking himself what went wrong. What had he done? What had he not done? There was no doubt that he'd given his all to this woman, loved her to the moon and back and that was why he couldn't heal from her. As these thoughts circled her mind, Phoebe found herself pulled towards this man. It felt like there was a magnetic force, which hauled her nearer to him. Her legs guided her to him where she wiped a lone tear that had fallen from his eyes before pulling him in for a hug. But as soon as her body made contact with his, she pushed herself away from him with so much force that her eyes darted down his body. Lucas was dressed in just a towel, his whole body a feast laid out for her eyes, which wasted no time as they explored him. H
Phoebe stirred in her sleep, her eyes opened up in the process and a light contented sigh escaped her lips. Lucas wasn't in the room anymore, leaving the big bed for her. She held unto her head, feeling a bit nauseous bur couldn't throw up. Staring at the door, a smile flashed on her face as she remembered the events of the previous night.Lucas had kept to his word and didn't touch her throughout the night, even in their aroused state. He hugged her from behind and held on tight to her like he wanted her inside of him. She'd be scared at first, well not scared if she must be honest when her butt made contact with his bulged sex but after he had reassured her, she finally relaxed into his arms, deriving pleasure in the way warmth seeped through her. She'd slept off only to wake up later that night, having mad cravings for pork meat and when she thought he would get upset about her waking up in the middle of the night, he had got up and hugged her, before going to prepare the meat and
After spending close to an hour trying to get the impure thoughts she had about Lucas out of her head, she walked down the stairs, her eyes darting to his home office which had its door shut. As much as she felt to go in there and tell him that she held no grudges against him, she restrained herself knowing that he had a lot of work to do to be there that early in the morning. She walked towards the kitchen where she saw Marcy bent over a bowl and washing some chicken. She felt sadness creep into her as her eyes met Marcy’s, a forced smile pulling at the corners of her lip upward. “What are we having? Came to help you out,” “No, thank you. I can handle it.” Marcy answered. “It’s just chicken nuggets, it wouldn’t take long to prepare,” she added as she waved her hand at her before she continued mixing the chicken in the ingredients until they were all reddened. “It was a letter and he apologized for the way he treated me in the past,” Phoebe said as she felt the strong urge to
On the crowd's insistence, Phoebe sang another of her favorite songs, this time with her eyes open and staring at her audience. She could see them, but couldn't see their faces or the expression they had on as she unsealed all of her emotions into the love song, feeling more confident than she had when she did the first song. It felt like a new part of her had been uncaged and left to explore the world, she felt more alive. Her heart swelled with joy as the crowd’s applause sailed through her ears, reminding her that she wasn't locked up in her bedroom. With a sly smile on her face, she lived in the moment and registered the way she felt to be there in her memory. As she walked back to their table, heads turned in her direction, with people closest to her reaching for her hand, their faces laced with smiles and mouths filled with congratulatory remarks. And like a queen, she answered back politely, nodding and taking their hands with a smile. Her eyes glued to Lucas’ as he stood u
They engaged in random conversations as they waited for their meal to be served. “So?” Lucas asked as he rubbed on her hand. “Aside from reading novels, what is something else you are passionate about?” The waiter returned at that moment with their first meal, and Phoebe paused as she watched him place the tray in front of them. The aroma from the tray trailed her nostrils as she inhaled, her eyes closed and a smile printed on her face. “Enjoy your meal, Sir and Madam. Ferran would be here any moment from now,” The waiter explained before left. Phoebe looked up at Lucas, her eyes glinting as she rubbed her palms together. “This is a dream come through,” she giggled like a little girl before swiftly flinging a hand to her mouth. Staring at the lady seated at the next table, her lips curled up in a smile. “I like to sing too, though I am not that amazing singer.”She replied absentmindedly as she opened the tray, and gasped soundlessly. Lucas’ stomach twirled with delig
With that, he curved his arm into a hook and when Phoebe held him, he led her into the restaurant. As soon as they reached the door, it was swung open by a Mexican woman dressed in a suit. Her features contorted in a smile as she welcomed them in, asked for their card, and then guided them to the table that had been reserved for them. Phoebe, as much as she tried to be as sophisticated as the other guests she saw there who picked at their meals and engaged in low whisper conversations, couldn't help but gaze at the interior decorations of the building in awe and admiration. The entire place was filled with dimmed light bulbs that hung down from the high white ceilings. There was a sculpted bull head at a corner which demarcated the dining area from a bar. The entire room screamed of wealth and luxury and the people there, celebrities and wealthy businessmen and women, some of whom she was able to recognize. It would feel like she was self-hating if she were to say she was the on
“Oh please,” Phoebe rolled her eyes at him shyly as he kissed her palm, sending delicious sensations through her body. A light chuckle escaped his lips as he gave her one last look, enjoying the way her face looked while she blushed. She was a very beautiful woman. He thought as he finally let go of her hand and his eyes landed on his mother’s necklace on her neck. “Hmm. Look who’s finally gotten Ms. Cory’s approval,” he teased, beaming with smiles. For his mother to give her that necklace meant she'd accepted Phoebe as her daughter-in-law. The jewelry laid beautifully on Phoebe’s blossom and added finishing touches to her gorgeous dress, accentuating her stunning overall look. The woman was beautiful. Lucas thought again as Phoebe adjusted the collars of his shirt. “Mm?” he asked, as he pulled himself out of his fantasy world. Phoebe tilted her head to the side as she gave him one of her familiar questioning stares. He shrugged his shoulders in denial, earning light chuckles
Phoebe’s features curled up in a smile as she read the text message aloud for the umpteenth time. “Get ready, princess. I have a surprise for you,” she read, trying to mimic Lucas’ baritone voice. Tearing open the package he’d sent her, her gaze fell on a blue sundress that was adorned with sparkly stones. She picked it up and tilted her head to the side, wanting to get a better view of it. The gown had a slit that went up to the middle thigh and had only one hand. Also in the shopping bag was a black six-inch heels and also a black purse to go with it. Without bothering to take her shower first, she hurriedly put the dress on, the little stones glistening as she moped at herself in the mirror. Her smile widened as she glanced at the sophisticated and elegant-looking woman in the mirror. In the last five years, she has changed a lot. Lucas made sure she looked like the women she saw in the social class, as he ravished her with expensive gifts all the time. And her body had al
“That's nonsense. My grandson deserves to be spoiled silly. He would get everything he wants and a lot of it,” Mrs. Cory interjected as her gaze fell on the toddler who’d suddenly lost appetite for his food as he played with his new toy. “Lucas’s heir deserves the whole world.” she stated. Phoebe gulped involuntarily as she widened her smile, Lucas’s grip on her loosened a bit. Planting a kiss on Ivan’s forehead, Mrs. Cory pulled a chair and sat down. Marcy proceeded to dish her a plate of the meal. “How are you doing, my dear.” She addressed Phoebe, her eyes giving her a thorough scan. Lucas was done with his meal so he stood up and announced his exit. After he'd exchanged more playful jokes with his mother, he walked over to Ivan who’d refused to eat to take him to school. “I want to play some more,” Ivan sulked as tears welled his eyes. He suddenly didn't want to go to school anymore. “Don’t cry. What did I tell you the last time?” “Big boys don’t cry,” Ivan comp
Looking at her toddler now, a smile curled her lips as she recalled all that had happened. He was a great child. When everyone thought she was going to lose the child, when the doctor advised her to get rid of the child or risk dying herself as her sac had been torn by the knife, she refused, finally seeing the reasons why her mother had also refused. A mother couldn’t just let go of her child and even though it was a stupid thing to do, considering what was at stake, she had bluntly refused. Her little bundle of joy fought right from her womb, he fought to live and in the end, he won. They both did. It turned out that after Phoebe left the house to meet with Ella, Marcy immediately called Annie and Lucas against Phoebe’s wish, explaining everything that happened to them. Lucas had been so furious that he went in the company of Annie to the police station where he had half a dozen men assigned to him by the chief of police to accompany him to the said place. She'd been unconscious f
Phoebe walked into the little lighted room alone, her heart thumping erratically in her chest. The more step she took forward was the more she felt like she was delving deeper into a lion’s den. A part of her kept screaming that she turned back or better still, called Lucas and let him know where she was but the image her mind conjured up was too disturbing to be ignored, making her push the thoughts aside while hastening her movement. It was an image of Gladys lying in the pool of her blood, Ella above her with the psychotic smile glued to her face as she licked the bloody knife. Her grip on the kitchen knife tightened as she glanced around the warehouse which smelled of dust, expecting Ella to spring out any minute. She could feel her gaze on her, shooting arrows at her and wishing her to be dead but the light didn't allow her to see anything as the whole place was dark, least for a little light that stole its way in through a window. “Look who we have here,” Ella’s voice echoed
“I warned you to steer clear of him but you went ahead to open your legs like the slut that you are,” Ella hissed as she glared at her through the phone, the hatred and spite very obvious in her stares. “Ella, I am the one you want. Let the woman be, she has nothing to do with this.” Phoebe pleaded calmly, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of knowing the way her heart jumped in fright as she watched Ella play with the knife around Gladys’ neck. Even though Ella's face was expressionless and did nothing to scare her no matter how hard she tried to broaden her grin, Phoebe knew that she was capable of anything and wouldn't think twice to slit Gladys’ throat. She needed to tread carefully. “Lucas said you guys were done, he said you were in his past and…” “Shut up!” Ella yelled at the top of her voice, interrupting Phoebe who shook unconsciously. Ella’s once expressionless face changed into that of one who was ready to kill at the slightest opportunity. “Lucas is mine. H