Chapter 1
Walking down the quiet starry night of Lagos state, she knew she had made it and that too, with flying colors. Tomorrow, her long anticipated and anxious wait will finally come to an end because she is finally applying for her first internship in her dream hospital. Who wouldn’t be happy about that? No one she quessed. When she arrived home, she found her mom packing up her stuff into her traveling bag and sniffing all along.“Mom?!” She whined calmly, sitting by her side. “Am not leaving forever, I am just trying to further my education, that's all. Why are you so worried?” She asked, wiping away the remnants of her tears.“I know, but the thought of not having you by my side makes me so anxious that I can’t even think straight. What if something happens to you there and I am not close by? What then hmm? Am scared Emma, I don’t want you to leave” she admitted looking at Emma’s face with pity.“Okay, let’s do this”. She started, “I will forget about becoming a successful doctor and just stay by your side, how about that?” She knows her mom will never agree to that decision but what can she do? She also doesn’t like the idea of leaving her mother in the hands of her reckless brother, David.“Will you give up your lifelong passion just to be with me forever?”“If that will make you less anxious and happy, I will gladly give it up for you. Because when it comes to you, I can do anything” she assured, smiling brightly. She knew her mom would never make her give up her dreams but then again, who is going to look after her when she is gone?. David can be a great fellow sometimes, but one should never put all his eggs in one basket.“Emma,” her mother started. “A mother worrying for her child is just natural instincts, but that doesn’t mean that I want you to give up your dreams. If anything, I would be the happiest to see my daughter become a very successful doctor and after that, find a very suitable partner and settle down. That is my wish and prayers for you my dear” she finished, kissing her temple gently.“Okay, now I just need to collect a few things and I will be ready. My flight is by 9pm and it is just 7:30pm so I still have a little bit of time left. Running helter skelter, she finally got all her things ready and they both left for the airport.“Remember what I told you okay?” Her mother stated. Of course she was going to remember the discussion they both had the previous night about her not letting anything deviate her attention from her main goal. Like who is she kidding, even though she had lived for 21 summers, her mother still treats her like a little kid any chance she gets. And this is a perfect opportunity for that. She sighed and went to hug her mom one last time then bade her a goodbye and went into the airport without looking back. If she did, she wouldn’t be able to walk away leaving her mother with teary eyes. She sniffed and waited for her boarding time and when it was announced, she grabbed her hand luggage and boarded her flight.By the time she arrived Abuja, it was already late in the night, and most people had retired to their beds, and so was she about to do. Finishing the formalities, she collected her apartment’s keys and went up to her room using the elevator. Since she was tired, she had no time to look around the apartment and just went to sleep in one of the three rooms she had but not before calling and informing her mother that she had arrived.By the time she woke up the next morning, it was a little past seven and she had to get up and get ready not to be late for her first day as an intern.“Hello good morning, I am here to meet Mrs Ben please” she greeted the receptionist who gave her a cold look as if she was irritated by her mere presence.“Morning miss..?” She asked typing away on her keyboards. What a rude lad.“Emma.. Emma Newton” she answered back.“Do you have an appointment or something with her?”“Uhh, yeah I do”. Judging by the way the receptionist was reacting back to her, she knew she was just tired and needed full rest but, what can she do? She has to feed herself and maybe her family but that doesn’t mean she has to be rude to anyone. What was her fault in it?“Third floor, last room by your left” she grumbled. Emma thanked her and made her way to meet her supervisor in high spirits. She couldn't believe she was finally going to get her first job. All her hard work and perseverance has finally paid off. She knocked lightly and a faint ‘come in’ was heard from behind the door. Pushing the double doors open, she made her way into the large office and the first thing that caught her senses was the scent of freshly made coffee. That’s odd, hospitals are always known for their standard smell but her’s, was coffee?! That’s strange.“Good morning ma’am, I am Emma Newton '' she introduced, happily extending her hand forward to the woman who was sitting behind a huge mahogany table with a bright smile on.“Morning miss Emma, I am Mrs Ben. I am sure you already know that” she asked, accepting her hand. Emma nodded and sat on the seat she was offered. Only she could explain what she was feeling that moment, and even if she could, she wouldn’t have a specific word to describe it. But, she was sure she was on cloud ten if there was anything like that.“Yes, I do. Nice to finally make your acquaintance.” She said, her heart making a double flip.“Calm down Emma, I won’t bite” Mrs Ben said, noticing how her breathing dramatically changed. She sighed trying to calm her racing heart and succeeded in the end then the interview started. And guess what? She aced it!“That will be the end of this interview miss Emma, I will contact you again your internship gets approved” Mrs Ben said and Emma happily exited the room. When she arrived at the lobby, the once calm place turned into one of chaos, with police officers standing everywhere.“What is happening?” She panicked.The mansion was quiet. The sun had just begun to set, casting soft amber hues across the grand hall. Emma stood by the large window, watching the fading daylight play over the sprawling estate. Her thoughts were tangled, as usual, but today felt different. Alex had been unusually distant, and the moments they shared were fleeting, like wisps of smoke slipping through her fingers. Her heart raced as she turned to face him, the weight of the unspoken words hanging heavy between them. This is it, Emma, she thought, the moment you finally accept what this is. But how do you accept it when your heart betrays you at every turn? Just as her eyes locked with his, and their breaths aligned, a loud crash echoed from the front door. Emma’s eyes widened, and she turned sharply. The door swung open, revealing a figure stumbling into the mansion. Isabelle. Her clothes were torn, her hair disheveled, and her face pale. She looked like she had just walked through hell. “Alex!” Isabelle’s voice
The next morning, the Lightwood household was bustling with quiet activity as Alex rested in his room. Ethan and Abby huddled in the corner of the living room, whispering intently while Julia pretended not to care but leaned closer to catch snippets of their conversation.“We need a new plan,” Ethan said, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Daddy likes Emma, but he’s too stubborn to say it.”Abby nodded, her teddy bear perched on her lap. “Emma likes him too. She was so worried last night! They just need a little push.”Julia rolled her eyes. “Why do you two care so much? It’s not like Daddy listens to anyone.”Ethan smirked. “That’s where we come in. We’re the geniuses around here, remember?”Julia crossed her arms. “Your last plan almost got us grounded.”“And it still worked!” Abby chimed in, flashing a bright smile. “They were talking and laughing after we got caught.”Julia sighed, finally giving in. “Fine. What’s the plan this time?”Ethan grinned, leaning closer. “We’re going
Ethan and Abby regrouped in their favorite spot—the oversized beanbags in Ethan’s room—after the success of their game night. Julia leaned against the wall, arms crossed, her expression unreadable. “That went well,” Ethan said, munching on a cookie. “But they didn’t, like, do anything.” “What did you expect?” Julia shot back. “Them to fall in love over charades? This takes time.” “But we don’t have time,” Abby interjected, swinging her legs. “What if Emma leaves? Or Daddy gets too busy again?” Ethan nodded. “We need something bigger. Something… undeniable.” Julia rolled her eyes. “You’re being dramatic.” “No, he’s right!” Abby said, her voice excited. “We need a plan that makes them talk to each other, like really talk. And maybe, you know, hug or something.” Ethan snapped his fingers. “Got it! What if we pretend to fight? Like, a really big fight? Then we make them both talk to us about it, and they’ll have to work together to fix it!” Abby’s eyes widened. “But I don’t want
That evening, as the family gathered in the living room, the kids held a secret meeting in Julia’s room. Julia sat cross-legged on her bed, Ethan leaned against the dresser, and Abby was perched on the floor, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Okay,” Julia began, “Operation Juice Spill worked… sort of. But we need something bigger.” “Bigger how?” Ethan asked, crossing his arms. Abby raised her hand. “What if we make them eat dinner together—like just the two of them? Romantic dinner!” Julia rolled her eyes. “Do you even know what ‘romantic’ means?” Abby pouted. “It means they’ll like each other more!” Ethan snickered. “What are we gonna do? Light candles and play music?” Julia’s smirk returned. “Actually, that’s not a bad idea. But first, we need to make sure Daddy doesn’t bring his work to dinner like he always does.” “How?” Abby asked, bouncing slightly. “Easy,” Julia said. “We hide his laptop and phone.” Ethan groaned. “Do you know how mad he’s gonna be?” “He’ll thank
The house was unusually quiet that evening, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning. Emma was in the kitchen finishing up the dishes, her thoughts wandering between Alex’s earlier message and the children. The calm didn’t last long.A loud slam echoed from upstairs, followed by hurried footsteps. Emma dried her hands and glanced toward the staircase just as Julia appeared, pale-faced and clutching a bundle of fabric tightly against her waist.“Julia?” Emma called, concerned.Julia froze, her expression shifting between embarrassment and panic. “I-I’m fine!” she stammered, backing toward the stairs.Emma stepped forward cautiously. “You don’t look fine. Did something happen?”“No!” Julia barked defensively, her face turning crimson. She tried to bolt, but Emma’s gentle persistence stopped her in her tracks.“Julia, talk to me,” Emma said softly. “Whatever it is, I promise it’s okay.”Julia hesitated, her grip on the fabric tightening. Her lower lip quivered as she looked away, a
Emma guided Julia into the bathroom, shutting the door gently behind them. The girl looked uneasy, her usual sass replaced by vulnerability. She fiddled with the hem of her oversized t-shirt, avoiding Emma’s gaze.“I woke up and there was... blood,” Julia whispered, her cheeks flushed. “I didn’t know what to do.”Emma crouched to her level, her voice calm and reassuring. “It’s okay, Julia. This is completely normal. It just means you’re growing up.”Julia frowned, her tough exterior crumbling. “I don’t feel normal. I feel gross.”Emma smiled softly, brushing a strand of Julia’s hair from her face. “Trust me, every girl feels that way at first. But it’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s part of being a woman.”Julia hesitated, glancing at Emma uncertainly. “You’re not going to tell him, are you?”Emma raised an eyebrow. “Your dad? No, this is just between us unless you want him to know. It’s your choice.”Julia let out a small sigh of relief. “Good. I’d rather die than have him find out.”