Lucas hurried out of the room as fast as his legs could carry him. But his mind wasn't at ease, with it conjuring the sad images of the woman he'd just left. “Why on earth would I drug a woman to sleep with me? Who even does that?” he mumbled to himself as he got into an elevator, which took him straight to his room. On reaching his room, he hurriedly took off his clothes and headed for the bathroom for a quick bath, pushing thoughts about her aside. He was certain that that was her new tactic to escape from him, she wanted to gaslight and emotionally blackmail him into thinking he did her wrong so that he would let her go. She must be foolish to think that such tricks work on him. Once he was done, he let his hair air dry and got changed into new sets of clothes. He laid on his bed to sleep, after switching the lights off but thoughts about Phoebe came flooding back. ‘But she wasn't acting herself that night and you know it,’ his inner mind mocked. Groaning loudly, he sat
Phoebe woke up with a scorching headache. The rays of sunlight penetrated the room through the floor-to-ceiling window. Even after sleeping for so long, her body felt weak from sleeping the previous night without food. The butler had brought up food for her but in her angry state, she'd refused to accept it and had sent him back to his boss with a message that she'd never come down to the level he wanted her at, no matter what he subjects her to. The butler had looked at her pitifully, hesitating for a while before wishing her a good night. She remembered how hard it had been for her to sleep that night, how her stomach wouldn't stop rumbling. She'd spent the rest of the night beating herself up mentally as to why she'd allowed pride take the better part of her. Lucas obviously wouldn’t care if she starved herself or not, so far as he could still access her whenever he wanted. And once he couldn't anymore, finding another victim wouldn’t be a problem. He doesn't even have to look for
Phoebe woke up with a scorching headache. The rays of sunlight penetrated the room through the floor-to-ceiling window. Even after sleeping for so long, her body felt weak from sleeping the previous night without food. The butler had brought up food for her but in her angry state, she'd refused to accept it and had sent him back to his boss with a message that she'd never come down to the level he wanted her at, no matter what he subjects her to. The butler had looked at her pitifully, hesitating for a while before wishing her a good night. She remembered how hard it had been for her to sleep that night, how her stomach wouldn't stop rumbling. She'd spent the rest of the night beating herself up mentally as to why she'd allowed pride take the better part of her. Lucas obviously wouldn’t care if she starved herself or not, so far as he could still access her whenever he wanted. And once he couldn't anymore, finding another victim wouldn’t be a problem. He doesn't even have to look for o
“There’s no need to apologize and the name is Phoebe. Please call me that as I am not used to all of these formalities,” Phoebe said, pushing her disturbing thoughts aside.Marcy raised her face and their eyes met with Phoebe nodding reassuringly.“I'm just a prisoner in this house, you don’t have to be so serious around me. I want you to see me as your friend, your sister,” She added.“Okay, Phoebe?” Marcy said, stressing the syllables of her name in a way that made it sound more like a question. Phoebe smiled at her display.“See? That wasn't so hard. Just feel free with me okay?” Phoebe smiled at her again and she returned it. “And I also want to say thank you, thank you for being so nice to me.” “And don't bother about helping me prepare for the young master’s return, I would do it myself.”Red patches appeared on Marcy’s cheeks, making her avert her gaze. On bringing them back to meet Phoebe with her smile still etched on her face, she answered, “You don’t have to thank me as I
The makeup artist’s expression was soon replaced with a smile. “We will commence once you are done dressing up,” She said to which Phoebe nodded in approval. She went into the closet where she got changed into the sundress. It wasn't her style but she couldn't deny that it looked beautiful on her, making her feel…extraordinary? As she emerged from the closet, she was greeted with gasps from both women with the artist affirming her beauty. “Gosh, you look amazing! You should be a model,” Phoebe laughed it off as an overpraise, but the artist kept praising her anyway, pointing out the outstanding features of her body that made her ‘perfect’. Marcy stood by the corner, beaming with smiles as the other woman went on nonstop, singing her praises. Knowing that there was no escaping this for her, and the artist wouldn't stop, she concurred. “Yes, the dress looks lovely.” The makeover session seemed to take forever and if not for Marcy who’d taken it upon herself to gist her on differen
Phoebe traced her slender fingers over the piece of diamond, and Lucas could swear that the view was heavenly. Looking intently at her, he mumbled, “Perfect. You are just perfect” Phoebe bit back on her tongue, refusing to compliment the jewelry she knew must've cost him a fortune. It looked so beautiful, the stones glowing under the chandelier's light, but she said nothing as she hadn't forgotten who had gifted her them. Lucas took her hands in his and led her out of the house, one of his many cars already waiting for them. “Get down, I would drive,” he ordered the chauffeur who was already seated at the driver's seat. The chauffeur got out immediately, not daring to say a word to his boss. Lucas walked to the other side of the car, his hand still holding hers, where he opened the door, urging her to enter. Once she was seated, he circled the car, got in, and like that, the Bugatti zoomed out of the mansion. They rode in an uncomfortable silence, each person wallowing in the
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
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
“Good day ladies, hope I didn't disturb your little party?” Lucas joked as he walked towards them in calculated strides. He was putting on a black suit with a white shirt underneath. His neck button was left undone and the tie he'd worn out that morning was nowhere in sight. The imperfection of his ruffled shirt as he took the suit off only added to the vibe as it exuded masculinity that was hard to resist. Phoebe peeked at her friend to catch a glimpse of her expression at seeing him for the first time and was delighted with the way she stared with mouth agape, the spoon she'd wanted to put in her mouth raised to the air. A smile stole her features as she looked back at him, proud of how his presence alone captured the attention of everyone. Lucas was a man of power who didn't need to say a word as his loud aura did the talking for him, leaving anyone who beheld him stuck in admiration. She was sure her friend would come to love him soon. Lucas’s gaze surveyed the space, pausing
Annie’s mouth formed a perfect ‘O’ as she looked around her surrounding in awe before bringing her gaze back to her, this time her eyes didn’t miss her protruding belly. She swallowed back the countless questions that she wanted to ask at the same time and flashed Phoebe a smile instead. “How I have missed you,” Annie said as she pulled Phoebe into a hug, her eyes meeting Marcy who was beaming with smiles as she watched them. “Not as much as I did? How is he,” “Getting better. Insisted on coming down with me but the doctor says it's not advisable. Lurk’s staying with him.” Lurk was Annie’s younger brother who had just recently finished college. Phoebe shot her a grateful look, as she wondered what she would have done without her. “Look at this place, it suddenly feels like I died and went to heaven,” “We both know you will be going the other way and not heaven if you die,” Phoebe teased, as she shifted from the door to let Annie in before she closed it behind her, watching as A
After Lucas had dressed and gone to work, Phoebe went back to her room and began her morning routine. She brushed her teeth, recalling how Lucas had kissed her even with her morning breath, the thought made goosebumps spring out of her arm. She went to the bathroom for a quick shower and while she was at it, her phone rang. She hurriedly took her shower before coming out to check who had called. She opened the notification and on seeing that it was her friend, Annie, she dialed her number but it was busy. As soon as she ended the call, Annie returned the call. “Hello girl,” Phoebe squealed as she put the phone on loudspeakers before dropping it on the bed. She walked to her closet where she began searching for clothes to wear. “Sorry I didn’t pick up the first time you called, I was in the bathroom,” she apologized, as she raised a blue gown to to her eye level but kept it back almost immediately. “It’s alright, I just dropped off at the airport. What is the address again?” Annie'