LOGINLatifa has given all she has got for love, and has taken it upon herself to create a favorable world ever since she lost her parent to a fatal aviation accident at a young age. she refuses to be sentimental but, she misses her mum so much, seeing herself fight a fight she may not be able to win Is dramatic. Latifa had wished for a simple life and that she could tell her mum what the other co-wife, her stepmom, and her ex-boyfriend did to her, and to show the scars she was given for being molested against her will. Her life has always been a chaotic one, as it happens over and over again, being so unfair, hard, inconsiderate just as if she was meant for the wrong side of existence. Latifa became a call girl and left her stepmother's tiny rough care to be alone and work to take care of herself. A few months later latifa came back to take revenge with another love trial on a man whose social strata were seemingly incompatible. a fun-loving filthy billionaire (Alastair), who presented an alluring deal she couldn't resist at first. Alastair who seemed to have enjoyed the first one-time experience, shortly, asked latifa to move in with him as part of the deal which she accepted but the uncertainty came unexpectedly, latifa see herself drowning in her deepest thoughts, yet another epic moment of her life. “Alastair, your uncle is familiar.......” I murmured..
View MoreRANDY POVI gently walked into the dark room with my head up. The dim light flickers from the bulbs hanging by frayed wires casting a harsh shadow on my leather suit, yet on the white blood-stained peeling walls. The room ventilation sucks. The air oozing out from the space is thick with bad smells, sweat, smoke, and blood. I stood finally, gazing around and finally meeting the victims, they were tied to an iron chair, they looked sick, weak, and unable to breathe well.I paces around, with a thick cigarette dangling from my lips, my eyes were clear like an eagle but the only difference were that I obtained mine from the smoke. It clouded my nine. My face and gaze went restless. My gaze was restless but eventually rested somewhere. The victims, who was barely stable, wince as I stood firmly in front of them."What do you do if the good man changes his mind? I ask you one more time, where is the rest of the clip?" I roar, nodding my head to more torture over the two victims. “You think
Alastair POV "Mm mm... mmm," I mumbled and I whistled at the same time as I continued cooking. "I can't believe I suck in cooking!" I despised the inability. "Then, why do I have to spend half an hour on YouTube and still, nothing!" I fumble as I slice through the onion. I was fighting to fry an egg with some coffee, but I was still not getting it right. Breakfast in bed is totally not my style. "She better not waste it" I confronted myself I cracked two eggs into a bowl and added a pinch of salt. Deep fried it, and it got burnt and salty again, I quickly disposed of it in the bin. I let out a frustrated breath and took out the pan from the fire. " I guess I will have to start again." On swinging my face to the kitchen table, I was baffled by the number of broken shells. 8 eggs? Holy lord. Moments of silence flooded my thinking, and I went mute. "Oops," Pathetically, I began the cooking again, and I promised that this would be my last attempt. And finally, it was much better th
Alastair closed the door behind him. There was noise coming from the neighborhood that seemed like a fight. He wanted to react, but I held his hands and stared deep. I was faded in his gaze. "Please, sit," I managed to murmur. With his hands cupping mine, he sat beside me and hugged me with my head resting on his chest like a newborn resting on her mother's arms. He didn't make a noise but tightened the hug as I began catching my breath. "Uhm, is… tight here," I murmured as I attempted to separate from his hold. He stood immediately and asked if there were items. Ingredients for a meal. "Potatoes? Can you cook?" "Hell no! But maybe it might come out pleasant or something," he assumed, I giggled as I watched him demonstrate how possible it was going to become. Right there, I could see a man trying his optimum best to make me smile. I felt cared for, and at the same time, I felt like a burden because shouldn't he be at the office by today? "No, no, come back…you are fast an
Alastair POV My feelings are getting complicated and messed up by the day, I can’t place my mind on anything other than LATIFA. Her body. The scars! I’m too curious to meddle in her past affairs especially now that I'm fighting not to be deeply attached to her, that is, if I haven't. My thoughts were loud in my heart but numb to anyone's hearing. I watch her lay unconsciously on the medic bed peacefully, and the nurses carrying out their job. Supposedly I met my fingers supporting hers, tempted to kiss them but I let it be. On her right upper arm was a wound I believe she must have been scratching always. It's still fresh and needs some dressing. I let the nurse pay attention to the wonder site. After a while, I left to get us a meal. LATIFA POV The week rushed to a close, and before I knew it, it was the last day of the week, Saturday. I ended up spending minutes, hours, and days in the hospital receiving treatment that reminded me of my lifetime trauma, all because of bruis
Latifa’s POV"Seat belt_" a hard voice commanded "Don't talk to her like that" Alastair shunned his driver's decree over me as he made his way. Fixing up the belt himself. Sexy. I laid back and watched as this man who had been smiling at me switched up. He raised his face to mine and I felt his breat
LATIFA POV Keeping his mistress' visit off the chat was difficult, especially now that we were seated for a really rare reason. I avoided eye contact with him. I was shy for no reason, but I maintained my sneeze and composure.“Woah…aah” I giggle at the pop-up sound of the champagne, as I watch it be
Alastair povBack at home. After a long day at the office, I sat at my working pace, unwinding different thoughts. Tonight, I wish to talk with her, but this time, I hope she uses the electronics I got for her_ a gesture to show my sincere interest and how much and far I’m willing to go for the sho
Randy’s POV “That son of a bitch had the nerves to treat me like a trash?” I sparked up, “Why is he too weak and adamant?” I yelled in anger. For damn sake, I’m his uncle to feel belittled. I obviously felt belittled, maybe ever since I knew I had to fight for every single thing, starting from my ri






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