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
Phoebe choked as she heard his words, her eyes glistening as frustrated tears blurred her vision. Her head felt wobbly and she could have fallen if Lucas hadn’t come right in time to catch her. She heard him explain to Tracy that she’d been feeling unwell before they both guided her to sit on one of the couches in his expansive living room. Once she was seated, Tracy confronted her brother, the tone of her voice showing that she was very displeased with him shutting her off. “And you decided to keep it a secret from us too? Your very own family?” She held onto her temple, pushing into it as if it were about to fall off. “I can understand me not knowing as I had been out on a trip, but hiding it from mom too? What do you think would be her reaction when she finds out about this? You know how mom can be.” “Calm down already. It’s no big deal. We all know Mom too well and how gossipy she can be most times. If I had told her then it wouldn’t be hidden anymore as she would brag abou
As soon as Marcy had returned with Lucas’s credit card, Tracy had dragged her up into her room to get changed. “Aha…this one’s perfect,” Tracy exclaimed as finally raised her head with a cloth in her grasp. Since they’d got to her room, Tracy had spent the last thirty minutes ransacking her now-filled closet for clothes to wear. Pushing thoughts about Lucas aside, she looked at the clothes Tracy was holding, a plain black gown that had a long slit and was only one-handed. She remembered it, it was one of the many clothes Lucas had asked a worker to get her when she was still his captive. “Isn’t that too much? It's just shopping not some kind of freak party,” Phoebe said, a smile tugged at her face as she studied what Tracy herself had on. Yup, that woman was one crazy freak. In a good way, if that makes sense. “That’s the point, sweetheart,” she chuckled, as she raised the fabric to get a better view of it. “Doing too much. That's what makes heads turn” “Come on, hurry up.
Stevie broke into a laughter that didn't reach his eyes as he gave Phoebe one last stare before she outstretched her hand in a very funny way. “Well, it's a good thing to have come here as Stevie’s collection is just what what you need,” Stevie said as she switched to business mode, the unreadable expression on her face finally gone. With that, she clapped her hands and half dozen og her employees circled her. “Baby clothes, the best pieces,” she ordered as they glanced amongst themselves before they dispersed into different corners of the room, Stevia included. All the while they engaged in the conversation, Phoebe felt bodily present but absent-minded as she kept thinking of how deep a problem Lycas’s little lie would cause in the future. It was obvious they wouldn't be able to keep up with the lie as she would leave once she’d given birth to her child. What then would he tell his family? That she'd broken up with him and ran away with his child? That the child turned out to be
After they had finished with their meal, they strolled around for sightseeing before they finally decided to head home as it was well into the day and the sun was now at its peak. They got home to learn that Lucas was working from home that day and had been in his home office since they left. As much as Phoebe needed answers to her questions, she knew she had to wait as he was busy. But as she walked up to her room with the intent of freshening up and reading a novel till he was done, Tracy pulled her with her as she headed towards Lucas’s office. She gave her questioning glance to know what she was up to, but having learned a few things from Tracy, she knew her to be up to mischief whenever she had that sinister smile on and her eyes glinted like they were now, she knew she was up to go good. “Let me go freshen up, i sweated so much today,” Phoebe said in an attempt to get off Tracy’s hook but it didnt work as she only tightened her grip on her hand. “Let’s just say hello to hi
Phoebe was surprised as she turned back to see Lucas strolling towards her, his strides purposeful and his eyes darkened with something she couldn't pinpoint. She gulped down saliva as she felt the words she’d wanted to say grasp her throat. What was he up to? She wondered as he approached, his facial features not giving out any hints. But his eyes…they said a lot. As if the drama his sister had just played wasn't enough, there he was wanting to add to it. Her initial fury at him dispersed into thin air and in its place, a feeling she couldn't explain. Her heart jumped with anticipation and fright but in a good way. Instinctively, she began to move backward, the frown dispersing from her face and worry clouding her features. Was he wanting to play along with his sister's game? She was certain that he was up to something. Lucas kept moving towards her, deriving pleasure in the way she reacted with every step he took towards her. What was going through her mind? He wondered as he k
Phoebe’s exterior softened on hearing him become vulnerable in front of her. She'd still not gotten used to him being that way. A tear slid down from her face as she watched as he forcefully swallowed down saliva. Guilt f hit her as she realized that she hadn't fully forgiven him and was still judging him based on mistakes of his past. Now, as she thought about it, it made more sense as to how he'd jumped in and saved her. Because to Ella, she was his fiancee, and saying that she was pregnant with another man’s child was like her saying she cheated on her brother with another man. As Phoebe thought about all of that, her arms subconsciously circled around the neck of the handsome man who was bent in front of her, pulling him in for a hug. She held him tightly to herself, wanting to take away the pain or atleast half the pain of what he felt. Lucas’s body stiffened as he'd been taken by surprise. He tried raising his head to catch a glimpse of her face but he couldn't as the hug w
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
****Five years later**** “Ivan?” Phoebe called out as she walked into the room. It was seven o'clock in the morning, the sun was up and waited eagerly to begin a new day. As she caught sight of the little human who mumbled inaudible words in his sleep, a smile curled up her lips. Walking over to him, she turned off the lamp which still dimmed in a soft glow. Ivan was scared of the dark so they always left the lamp on for him at night. She tapped on him lightly, watching as his mouth formed a little pout and he squeezed his face in his sleep. Her smile widened, Phoebe sat at the edge of the bed and stared down at her son, who was the spitting image of his father, Trevor. Same hair, same intense gaze, you could as well say that Trevor had vomited him. The only feature he’d taken after her was her eye color, every other part of him screamed Trevor, making it hard for her to forget about him. Whenever she looked at her son, her mind diverted to Trevor, as she wondered what he was up