The billionaires bride

Raya was pacing the lobby when the doctor walked out of her mother’s ward.“Miss Bridges, can we talk in my office?” He asked, his expression was completely unreadable. Raya went into the doctor’s office utterly confused, she did not know what was going to happen to her mother, all she could do was hope.“Miss Bridges, your mother’s heart rate is currently stable, we also had to sedate her.” The doctor said.Raya felt a little bit relieved.“But we can not really do that much for her here as we do not have the funding for us to afford some advanced technology that would have been instrumental in treating her.” The doctor added.“Your mother’s leukemia is quite different from most I’ve seen, it would do her a lot of good if she can get treated by a specialist, I have a colleague in Australia who specializes in cancer cases particularly leukemia” The doctor said sympathetically. Raya felt her eyes start to fill up with tears, how was she going to get her mother to Australia for treatme

I want a divorce.” Raya said immediately she got to where Raphael was sitting. He had a brown woolly cashmere sweater on, his hazel eyes seemed to glow under the light of the golden chandelier.Raya looked away from his face, trying as hard as possible to resist his allure. She has had to remind herself a lot recently that she should not be attracted to him, that she should not be attracted to him, that his father had killed her father.“Okay. When do you want us to begin the process?” He replied, not even raising his face from his laptop.Raya said nothing, she was surprised by his response, she had expected him to be at least taken aback by her request. He said ask her why she was making that kind of decision, he should at least be concerned. “As soon as possible.” She replied after some time.“Okay, I’ll contact the lawyer.” He replied as he got up to leave. He stared at her for a while not saying anything, he had a slight smirk on his lips.Raya tried to hold his gaze and she

The chatter around her increased. The neighbors gathered around. Families, passers-by, everybody seemed to be interested in watching this unfortunate event of Raya's life.It did not help that her apartment was just right there at the side of the street, very visible for the whole world to see. It also did not help that the landlord was not tryingthe least bit to be discreet. He had slammed his door shut in her face when she hurried upstairs to beg him to give her some more time but then he decided that he had not humiliated her enough so he came out of his apartment to bash her some more, calling her every horrible word he could think of in front of everyone.He seemed to enjoy the show that he was making, he seemed to enjoy the attention he was gaining because he continued to berate her without any sign of slowing down.“You really thought that you could stay here for free huh?!” He yelled the crowd moved in closer. They chatted amongst themselves, throwing snide glances at Raya.“

It is crazy when everything comes to a head. When all the feelings and emotions rush in all at once, when nothing makes sense but yet everything becomes more vivid. Lights. Colors. Pain. Screams. Fear. Anxiety, they all take up similar skin, they all look the same, they all feel the same, imitating each other like they were all born in the same skin, morphing into each other like their definition was always meant to collide.When everything comes to a head, when the possibility of escaping a situation unscathed becomes slim, the body goes into fight or fright mode and when fighting is impossible and fear solves nothing, the body just stops right there near the sidewalk, slightly in the busy road. The body just freezes up like a deer in headlights, like a statue in a museum. Eyes opened wide as everything happened in an uncontrollable flash. Everything seems to stop but yet things move quickly. About a second ago, there was Raya, happy and walking and smiling as she walked down the b

Oh my God! He knows my name! He knows my full name! He must be as obsessed with me as I am with him! Yes, yes, yes, my perfect charming prince Arlo Ian Markis, knows my name.   I wonder if he stalks me like I stalk him? I wonder if he loves me like I love him? He probably does, I mean he is Arlo Markis and my Arlo does not just go around knowing people's full names unless they mean something to me…that means… Oh my goodness! I mean something to him! I mean everything to me! He probably loves me a lot more than he does his useless girlfriend. Arlo probably watches me as I carry out my daily tasks! He probably wants me as much as I want him, Jenny squealed excitedly.