For someone who lived a fancy life, she sure did not look like it. Although she wore designer clothes and ate at fancy restaurants; she did not drive any fancy cars or own a multibillion mansion in the outskirts of Cape Town.
Growing up and living in the city of glamour, Sasha wanted to be what everyone around her wanted to be; a super model. She wanted to travel the world, wear every shoe ever designed, and own a wardrobe full of clothes from renowned fashion gurus around the world.
And she had lived that life once. She did not grow up living in this single storey, two-bedroom house located in the low income part of the town; she grew up in a mansion with multiple rooms, pools, a house where the sight of beautiful chandeliers was the first thing that greeted you upon entering.
She had fancy clothes, shoes, expensive makeup kits, and every other thing that she ever desired; but all that fade
Mrs Dos Santos." MJ said, her smile not faltering. Antonina groaned as she pulled away."I swear, if you didn't look this beautiful, I would smack the life out of you." Antonina threatened, a smile gracing her face. "Call me Antonina or Ants, child!" She scolded and led MJ to a table. "How are you?" She asked as they sat down.MJ sighed and stared at her hands as she spoke. "Honestly, I don't know." She chuckled quietly, running her tongue over her lips. She was just confused. She was even thinking that maybe she didn't belong here or anywhere else. South Africa was her birth place, shouldn't she feel at home at least? Things were better when she used to be May Smith, she didn't feel left out then."And Logan?" Antonina asked, smirking.MJ snorted, "That's why I'm here." A smile tugged at the corner of Antonina's lips as she stared at MJ knowingly.
She had to wait until they were gone, to leave. It was cold and stormy, and she was drenching-wet; she knew she was going to be cold after this.She did not know what she was thinking; she was on her way from Bon Appétit after Logan fired before she could start her night shift, when she saw her ex-boyfriend, Keagan, and his gangster friends in fancy suits and fancy cars, and she knew immediately that something fishy was going on.Keagan and his friends caused havoc in Cape Town; they were street dogs and were only loyal to themselves and amongst themselves. They had never even worn a single suit in their lives or gone for a job interview. They stayed in the streets and hustled for a living through small jobs and selling drugs.The last time she had seen Keagan in a suit, he pretended to be some rich man and robbed people of their money, until one day he was caught and sent to prison. When he got
"Sash, I just got a call from Dumi; she says you resigned. Please tell me that she is lying or that at least you have a new job." Was the first thing that her older sister greeted her with, the moment she parked her car in the front yard.Sasha sighed and walked past her sister, into the house. "Sasha-Lee, don't ignore me!"Sasha rolled her eyes and threw her handbag and keys on the sofa before taking off her overcoat and boots; remaining in her jeans and polo neck sweater."Sasha!" The warning in her sister's voice made her pause in her actions.She turned around to face her with an annoyed look on her face. "Demi, when you decided to quit your job at Parker's Enterprises, I did not interrogate you about the said job." She said and walked to the kitchen; her sister tailing her.Demi stood against the doorway and crossed her arms, her usual ove
By now, everyone was talking about her in the streets, but she was used to it; her fame took a peak when the video of her fight with Amber went viral, and when she danced on the tables at the club a few days ago.She knew that was partly why Zunaid did not want her; she had no care in the world, she lived life to her own standards, while he lived his life according to what society bid right.He wanted an obedient daughter, someone with discipline, and Courtney was the right candidate; she never went partying, she went to church almost every day, she did not have many friends, only went out on weekends if possible, and most importantly; she knew what she wanted to be in life.Shannon could still remember when Zunaid sat down with her and asked her what she wanted to be in life, and she said a dancer and choreographer; but he responded the same way David did and said dancing was not a career.
For someone who was used to breaking hearts, this time Logan had his heart served to him on a silver platter, twice in a row. It had been two days since his encounter with MJ at the hospital, and he still could not understand why she hurt him.It was early on a Saturday morning when he arrived at Sonya’s building, after making an excuse about going to get some clothes to Antonina. He jogged up the stairs since the elevator was still not working. He arrived in front of her door and stood outside, with his fist in mid-air, debating on what to say to MJ.He did not want to come out as desperate; all he wanted was to know why she hurt him so much; he could not wait for however long she said before finding out the truth. He had seen the hesitation in her eyes when she said those heart-wrecking words, and it haunted him to think that maybe she had no reason at all to hurt him.He knocked on the do
MJ and Liam arrived in London after midnight, this time without anyone stopping them on the way. They arrived at MJ's one-floor apartment on a ten floor building that Liam did not even know existed.It was only one huge room with only the bathroom in a separate room. The bottom of the walls was made of cement and painted in dark grey while the top was made of aluminium glass, allowing a better view of the outside world.On one side of the room was a king-sized bed made up with light grey bedcovers and a grey headboard. At the opposite end was what appeared to be a kitchenette with a kitchen island and a sink with a grey surface, and on opposite sides of the kitchen island were grey kitchen units.There was only one three-seater couch sitting carelessly on the side of the room, and a four-seat table at the centre of the room. There were random sports objects scattered around the floor
It was past midday and Jorge was seated in his house, thinking about everything that had happened with MJ. After Logan explained what had happened between him and MJ, it made sense why she would run away. Again. It was highly expected of her. He just wished she had warned him and told him where she was going.He was snapped out of his thoughts by constant noise on the stairs. He turned to look back and felt the air being knocked out of his lungs at the sight before him. In front of his eyes, right at the end of the staircase, stood Anita with her luggage. His eyes remained attached on the luggage before they landed on her face, causing her to swallow hard. She gave him a small smile, and placed her bags on the side before she walked up to him.Jorge’s eyes had gotten misty, and he constantly swallowed up the lumps that grew in his throat. A part of him wanted to believe that it was all a prank, but that would
Logan thought he was ready to face the world; he thought he was ready to move all from all the pain Carmen and MJ caused him, but the stares he received when he stepped into his office that morning, bought all the pain back.It had only been two days since Antonina took him in and almost a week since the engagement party; he thought people would have forgotten by now, but to no avail. The pitiful looks he received, were too much.He wished he would have listened to Antonina earlier this morning when she pleaded with him to take his time, she was so persistent on him staying at home, but he had had enough of her. Antonina was acting strange lately, she would suddenly lose it and start blurting out strange things or call him Miguel Angel, but then she would wake up not remembering anything later.Logan wanted to return to his place already, but she had gone as far as giving him a spare key to her house. T