Aminu.   "God you're the slowest person I have ever seen in my d*mn life. Yes Jasmine or should I say Promise. I know that he's not my son but the law does not know that. Nasir is legally my child. Registered in the government as son of Aminu Garba. So you, your charge and bail lawyer and who ever it was that adviced you to do this nonsense are fools. You won't win this case because you simply cannot." I said. I saw how the blood drained from her face completely and she started sweating and hyper ventilating. How could she be so stupid.   When I saw that she couldn't talk and was silent for a while, I made another statement "my lawyers would be releasing their counter suit soon so if you know what's best for you and your mother, you had better withdraw your suit because if you are caught in that counter suit, even your life's savings won't be able to settle the suit. That's if you even have any saving since you were so busy paying The Shade

Zara.   Previously...     "Yeah I get it. It's very nice of her though" I said and sighed, rubbing my eyes. "I really miss Zara. And Nas has been crying, he wants to see her. I'm always scared of going home to him because he'll start hounding me with questions and crying again." I said rubbing my face in frustration thinking about how sad Nasir was that Zara wasn't there.   "Did he do that when he was brought to your house in the first place. Like did he cry about Jasmine?" Louis with his nosiness asked.   "Not at all. It was like he didn't know the difference. Nasir for her was always a tool to use to get what she wanted so I believe they didn't have much of a relationship with each other." I said and sipped my usual glass of whiskey.   "Don't worry, she'll come around" he said and his eye twitched. That was something I learnt over the years to look out for if Louis

Zara Previously... Your honor, my client is not guilty of the allegations on him. First of all, this child is legally his son which means he had all the right to have the boy in his custody however, the way it is being narrated is not how it happened. My client went to the Plaintiff's apartment which in his magnanimity he had given her, only to realize that she had run away from the house along with all her belongings leaving just the boy, the nanny and a letter confessing all her crimes against Mr Garba here. My client having a good heart, took the boy into his home even after finding out that the boy is not his. So your honor, this whole case is a lie and shouldn't even have been a case in the first place." My lawyer said and sat down.   "Objection my Lord! There is no evidence to back his claim" Jasmine's attorney said.

Zara.   Previously...   When the police man had chained him to the table and left, Patrick started laughing.   "What's funny" I said frowning.   "You know, I never ever thought that I would ever see you again in my life" Patrick said, still chuckling.   "Well, one last time wouldn't hurt. I used to consider you my friend." I said and folded my arms.   "I used to be in love with you you know. Or should I say, infatuated." Patrick said and chuckled. It seemed as though he was finding himself amusing.   "I know that" I said. I surprising was not feeling any emotions right now towards him. Everything was well and okay. He didn't disgust me the way Jasmine seemed to.   "Yeah and you know I didn't intend to shoot you. I'm really sorry." He said. "I just hope you don't hate me"   "I don't Patrick. Have y

Zara   Previously...   "Sorry ma'am I didn't wasn't to keep you waiting so I had to let you in before they were done." Atafo apologised.   "There's no need to apologise. I don't mind" I shrugged.   Tanna who had been silent all along tapped me pointing at an armless gown she seemed to like. "That's a really cool design." Tanna said.   "Feel free to move around and choose. I'll be waiting for what you decide. You can also have this notepad to write down your thoughts." He said and gave us a notepad.   We began our search. The gowns on display were all breathtakingly gorgeous. I was so shook at what Atafo could actually do with those hands of his. I Was already imagining what my wedding dress would look like.   "So do you have anything in mind?" Tanna asked me.   "Yeah I have an idea of what I want. I want an armless dr