Phoebe picked at her food as she felt out of place in Lucas's childhood home, her face hurting from too much smiling. She couldn't wish for anything more than to leave that place.His family seemed to be nice people, talking to her with respect, and she was left wondering if Lucas had told them the truth regarding her. Of course, he didn't as she was here acting like a fiancee, his fiancee. Would they treat her the same way if they came to find out the truth? You can never trust these social elites as they have very different ways of reasoning.“No wonder he has refused to come see us in months. You've been the one keeping him busy,” Lucas's younger sister Tracy, joked as she nudged him with her elbow, giving Phoebe a wink playfully. Sitting opposite them, Phoebe couldn't help but be amazed at their striking resemblance. Same blue orbs, same nose, Tracy was literally the female version of him. She'd been a bit surprised at seeing Tracy as she'd never thought of him having a sister.
Phoebe’s eyes teared up as she made her way out of the house in the company of Tracy, Lucas’s younger sister. How did she fail woefully even before her plans had commenced? “So how did you meet with my brother?” Tracy asked as she shut the door to the living room, guiding her through the hallway they’d passed through earlier. “We met at a party,” Phoebe lied through her teeth as they got to the car, Tracy turning to face her, obstructing her view of the freedom that lay far ahead. “I had escorted my friend to a fundraising event where he happened to be the organizer. We exchanged contacts and have been in touch since then, and here we are now,” she added, as Tracy kept staring at her, urging her on.The corners of Tracy’s lips curled up into a smirk, then a grin as she squealed like a little girl. “I never knew he was into charity work. My brother’s sure full of surprises.”Somewhere in the depth of her heart, Phoebe felt bad as to why she'd lied to her, on seeing the glint of joy
Lucas grabbed her hand, pulling her with him as he went back into the house, Tracy beaming with smiles as she followed their trail.“I can see you lovebirds are on a mission to kill me with jealousy,” she remarked, oblivious to what was going on.Once they returned, they met Mrs. Cory still in the living room watching a documentary series.“We will be heading back now,” Lucas announced, both his mother and sister shooting him with inquisitive stares.“I thought you guys were staying for the night?” she asked, as she looked from her son to Phoebe and back. “Your room’s exactly the way you left it, pass the night here as it’s already past ten,”“You know it's been a long time since I saw you last, I have missed you.”Mrs. Cory's eyes glistened with unshed tears, making Lucas avert his gaze. He was angry with her for her actions but he couldn't stand her tears or refuse her request. His sister was nodding by his corner, staring at him with her very familiar puppy eyes.“Okay,”Without wa
The maid soon finished with their job and left the room, leaving the duo behind in an uncomfortable silence. Phoebe changed into the nighties that were lying on the bed, convinced that they were kept for her. Her heart engaged in a series of stunts, as she felt the hot gaze of Lucas on her skin. She would be busted. She needed to leave this place and fast. She needed to save her child and herself from him. As she was still lost in thoughts, the door was thrown open revealing Lucas’s family, their expression a clear proof of their worry. “What happened?” His mother asked as they both ran to Phoebe, who stood rooted in her position. In their mist was also a man who looked to be in his late sixties, with his hair all grey. Around his neck was a stethoscope so it wasn’t hard identifying him as the doctor. “Sorry for having called you out this night. I need you to check on my fiancée to know what’s wrong with her,” Lucas diverted his attention to the doctor as soon as he caught a
Lucas paused on his way to the bathroom on hearing her request, turning till his gaze landed on her. He raised his eyebrow as she averted her eyes once they met with his. He immediately suspected some mischief. A few minutes ago she'd seemed scared to death as he sent for the doctor, her skin as white as snow and her eyes almost bulging out of their sockets. But now, she looked so relaxed, too relaxed even in her sick state to avoid raising suspicion. For one thing, he was certain both she and the doctor were hiding something. Why did she not want to see the doctor? Does she have some kind of disease? Fear surged through him as his subconscious reminded him that he'd slept with her without protection. If she was infected with any sexually transmitted disease, he was sure to have them too. Making a mental note to take her to the doctor once they got back to his house, he pulled himself back to reality. “Why?” he asked, studying her every move. She lay on the bed, fondling with
Phoebe’s eyes glistened with tears as she watched her almost successful mission crumble before her eyes. There she was again, back at zero. She brought her eyes back to the one person who she held responsible for her misery. Lucas Reid. What did she ever do to him? Why was he bent on stumping on her already shattered life, bringing it to more ruins? For all she knew, he was a devil who lacked the tiniest bit of compassion. “Where are you off to by this time and in such a hurry? Pretty,” he asked, the stupid smirk still glued to his face. His eyebrows were raised, and even though his voice sounded calm, Phoebe knew it was just a facade. He’s a monster and was only plotting the horrible things he would do to her for attempting to escape him. She felt a strong urge to slap the smirk off his face, the more she looked at him but she knew that wouldn’t spell out good for her. She couldn’t afford to make him angry, as her whole fate lay on his palm. He could kill her that minute if he want
“Where’s Lucas...Ermm your ‘young master’s Phoebe asked after they walked a few distance, breaking the comfortable silence the place once held. The woman didn’t notice the mocking sarcasm laced to her question, as she raised her head for the first time, blessing her with eyes Phoebe thought were pretty. Her eyes were soft, spreading into waves of sea blue and green, with long lashes that fluttered nonstop. “He stepped out for some issues but would be back in a while,” she replied, her hazel eyes dimming as they stole glances at Phoebe. Phoebe’s anxiety and also a bit of curiosity spiked upon hearing the woman’s reply. After her encounter with him the previous night, she had been restless wondering what his next move would be. The Lucas she’d come to know wasn’t an angel, so she would be really stupid if she thought he’d let her attempt at escaping him go unpunished. A part of her wanted him as far as he could be from her, but the second part wanted to see him so badly, at least
Phoebe’s heart thumped erratically as she crackled her brain for possible reasons for his foul mood that early morning. And before his mother too? For someone who'd asked that she behave herself? She'd been expecting his fury but had thought it would be once they got back to his house. If he'd wanted to engage In a fight with her in front of his family, why today and not the previous night after he'd caught her running away? As he approached the table, her heart escalated to a much faster. Sure to get a heart problem if it continued that way, she shut her eyes, taking deep breaths to steady the rate at which it banged against her chest. On reaching the table, while hoping that his mother and sister wouldn’t detect his bad mood, Lucas took Phoebe’s hand in his, nudging her to stand which she did wordlessly, much to his relief. It wouldn't have ended well if she'd chosen to be stubborn as was her middle name. “We would be heading back now,” he announced, as he saw Phoebe glance a
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