MasukAs she ran, the cool breeze whipped through her hair, and the scent of freshly baked bread wafted from the nearby bakery, enticing her senses. She slowed down, her eyes scanning the street for a place to escape the pressures of her life. “ There it is 123 Lavender Lane shop 37”.
That's when she saw it – a small bakery, its warm lights and inviting aroma drawing her in. She pushed open the door, and the bell above it rang out, welcoming her to a world of comfort and peace. Inside, the baker, Dave, looked up from his work, his eyes locking onto hers. Lisha felt a spark of connection, and for the first time in her life, she felt like she could be herself. “Hey, you must be Lisha judging by the wedding dress. My mom told me about you , come sit down and have something to eat”. “Dave right?”. He nodded . “ I’m not really hungry right now “. “ Nonsense I’m sure you are all worked up with all the running you did , and I took a lot of effort in making this bread, my mom told me it’s your favourite “. Dave's kindness and warmth enveloped her, and Lisha knew she had found a refuge. Within a few days she worked alongside Dave, learning the art of baking and sharing stories, Lisha felt a sense of freedom she had never known before. She was no longer the heiress, bound by duty and expectation; she was just Lisha , living in the moment. The bakery became her sanctuary, and Dave, her confidant. Together, they laughed, talked, and baked, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. Lisha realised that she didn't need the luxuries of her old life; she just needed to be happy. In the search of happiness Lisha and Dave planned to get married. Lisha and Dave's wedding was a far cry from the grand affair that had been planned with Alex. They decided on a small, intimate ceremony at the local park, surrounded by a handful of close friends and family members who supported their love. Lisha wore a simple yet elegant dress she had found at a thrift store, and Dave wore a suit that had been borrowed from a friend. They exchanged vows in front of a beautiful tree that was known to fulfil people’s wishes , with the sun shining down on them. The reception was held at the bakery, where Dave worked his magic to create a delicious spread of food for their guests. Lisha's father, who secretly attended the wedding however, was not pleased with their union. He had envisioned a different future for his daughter, one with wealth and status.Their small wedding may not have been the most luxurious, but it was perfect in its own way. It was a celebration of their love, and the start of a new chapter in their lives together.As they shared their kiss as husband and wife, Lisha's father looked on, his expression softening slightly. Maybe, just maybe, he would come to accept Dave and the life they were building together. On the very same night after the wedding, Lisha insisted that they return to the sacred tree they got married under to repeat their vows. “ Your mother told me that that tree can make wishes come true and can fulfil the desires of human flesh “ . “ Lisha you know my mom is superstitious, why don’t we just celebrate our wedding night and leave the tree thing?”. “No!, let’s go first and then we will celebrate the wedding night “. “Okay…okay”. Lisha only had one wish , for Dave to love her forever and was willing to sacrifice anything for the wish to be fulfilled. “It’s a full moon Dave”. “And still I’m here under a tree” . Lisha took a thorn of a rose that was near a tree and gashes hers and her husband’s thumb . They connected their bloody thumbs together and started reciting the wedding vows. “I promise to love you so deeply, to be a loving and supportive wife in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer. I promise to obey and fulfil every wish of yours and always put you first and support you always till death do us part”. “ I promise to be a loving husband to you, provide for you , support you in every way possible and always be your cheerleader for richer and poorer, in sickness and health till death do us part “. With the blood oath they took , mysterious things started happening as if they were under an irresistible spell, no matter how hard they try to run they could not escape it.After a while when Adia had returned home from Lisha’s place, Dave didn’t waste a second. His hands trembled slightly as he pulled out his phone and called Lisha.“She won’t calm down,” he said urgently the moment she answered. “Adia is creating a scene—she’s refusing everything. I need you to come… now. Bring the extra divorce papers.”There was a pause on the other end.“I’m not your messenger, Dave,” Lisha replied coolly.“Please,” Dave said, his voice breaking just enough to sound desperate. “You’re the only one she’ll listen to. If this falls apart now, everything falls apart.”Lisha exhaled slowly. “Fine. I’m coming.”But even as she hung up her doubts hadn’t disappeared. By the time she arrived, the house was already chaos. The door was half open. Voices echoed from inside.“You’re throwing us away!” Adia’s voice cracked through the air, raw and loud.Lisha stepped in and stopped. Papers were everywhere. Shredded. Scattered across the floor like broken pieces of something tha
Dave closed the door behind him quietly, but the weight he carried into the house was anything but soft.Adia was already waiting.She stood up immediately, reading his face before he even spoke. “What happened?”Dave ran a hand through his hair, pacing once before answering. “She’s not convinced.”Adia’s expression dropped slightly. “What do you mean?”“She’s watching everything,” Dave said. “Every word, every reaction. She thinks this is too easy… like we’re planning something.”Adia exhaled slowly, absorbing that. “She’s not wrong.”Dave stopped pacing and looked at her. “If she keeps doubting, she’ll pull back. Or worse—she’ll test us.”Silence settled between them as the reality of that sank in.Then Adia spoke, quieter now, but more focused. “Then we make it real.”Dave frowned slightly. “What do you mean?”“I go to her,” Adia said. “I confront her. I make her believe I’m losing everything.”Dave studied her face, seeing the determination build behind her eyes.“That’s risky,” h
The decision did not come all at once—it settled into their lives slowly, like dust, until everything felt covered by it.That evening, Dave sat across from Adia, the dim light casting long shadows across their small living room. Ava slept peacefully beside them, unaware that her world was quietly shifting. “She wants to handle the divorce herself,” Dave finished, his voice low, careful—like every word might break something fragile between them.Adia froze for a moment.“The divorce?” she repeated, her fingers tightening slightly around Ava’s blanket.Dave nodded. “She says it has to be clean. Legal. No loose ends. And… she’ll arrange everything.”A flicker of unease crossed Adia’s face. She looked down at their daughter, then back at Dave.“Lisha handling our divorce…” she whispered. “That doesn’t feel right.”“It isn’t,” Dave admitted. “But she’s offering security, Adia. A quarter of everything she owns. Enough to change our lives completely.”Adia leaned back, her mind racing. Fea
Dave had never felt smaller than he did standing at the gates of Lisha Cross’s mansion.The guards let him in without question . The doors opened almost instantly, and to his surprise, Lisha herself stood there—welcoming, almost warm, as if the past had been rewritten overnight.“Dave,” she said, her lips curving into a knowing smile. “You came .”“I didn’t come for anything special,” Dave replied, stepping inside cautiously. “I came to answer you.”She gestured for him to sit, her movements calm, controlled. “Then answer.”Dave remained standing.“I’ll accept your offer,” he said firmly, “on one condition.”Lisha raised a brow, amused already.“I will divorce Adia,” he continued, the words tasting bitter in his mouth. “But I won’t marry you. I’ll stay here—with you—but there will be no marriage. And in return, I want half of your property.”For a second, silence.Then Lisha laughed.She laughed like someone who had just heard the most ridiculous joke of her life.“Half?” she repeated
Dave stared at Lisha, her words still echoing in his mind.“Marry me.”“Why are you so bent on this marriage thing?” Dave finally asked, his voice low, almost guarded. “Why would you even offer something like that?”Lisha didn’t hesitate.“I’m doing it for myself.”Dave frowned, confusion pulling at his features. “That doesn’t make sense.”“It doesn’t have to make sense to you,” she replied calmly.She stepped closer.“You don’t have money,” she said bluntly. “You have no business. No income. No stability.”Each word landed like a measured strike. Dave’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t interrupt.“You can try,” Lisha continued. “You can struggle, hustle, sacrifice—but if it involves business…”Her eyes locked onto his.“I will destroy it.”“Because I can,” she added. “I am Lisha Cross.”“And if I decide you fail…” she continued softly, “you will fail.”Dave looked away briefly, anger flickering—but this time, it didn’t explode.“Marry me—or don’t even marry me legally. I don’t care about
One evening, sitting beside Adia’s hospital bed while she gently rocked their baby, Dave finally spoke what had been weighing on him.“We need to plan the baby shower,” he said quietly.Adia looked up, surprised—but her face softened instantly. “We don’t have to rush it…”“I want to,” Dave interrupted gently. “You deserve it. She deserves it.”Adia smiled, but she knew him well enough to see the strain behind his determination.“You don’t have to do this alone,” she said.The next day, Dave stood in front of his mother’s house, hesitating before knocking.Gladys opened the door before he could.“Mom…” he began, his voice slightly heavy. “I need help.”She didn’t even let him finish.“You should have said that sooner,” she replied, pulling him into a brief embrace.Later, sitting together with Sarah, Dave explained everything—the baby shower, the costs, his promise to repay them once he was back on his feet.Gladys waved him off almost immediately.“Pay me back?” she scoffed lightly. “







