Ace Diya and her mother were in the restroom. Filip was pacing in the small room making me more impatient as I tapped my foot. She better not be pregnant. This is the last thing I needed. I came here so Cecelia can tell me how she got to be in a position of the evidence that got Diya to be released so quickly. I didn't come here to discover the news of my wife being pregnant. This better not be her pregnant. “Stop walking around. Stand or sit. Just don’t pace?” I hissed at Filip. “What?” Filip scoffed as he continued to pace around. "I can't help it." “What’s taking them so long in there?” I said, feeling hot. She has to come out and tell me that this was all a false alarm so we can forget about all of this. I was tired of the back-and-forth argument we had earlier about this issue. I fumed, thinking about her pregnant with another’s man's child. She better have not have been stupid. I raked my hand through my hair and tried to relax, but shook my head. I didn't want to hear he w

Matt I was surprised to get a frantic call from Diya asking for my help. She told me she was in danger and she was afraid of her husband. I did not know what happened, but she said she had something important to tell me too. I didn’t know what to expect, and I realized I had left without a second thought. My heart skipped as I thought of Elisa and Thomas accusing me of being in love with her. I wasn’t in love. She was in danger and she needed my help. Period. I wouldn't help her if she asked. I had talked to Elisa, who seemed happy when I told her I had to leave for a day or two. I lied about going to Tanzania to give Mike’s family my condolences. She seemed off, but I guess it had to do with her going after Diya. It could have been her sulking for not getting a stamp of approval for doing her own thing. I told her I was still mad about it, but she quickly apologized, which was strange. I didn’t have time to question her because Diya needed my help as of yesterday. We had lived t

Diya I heard footsteps again. I did not know how long I had been in this position. I looked up and saw Elisa and she looked happy, smiling. She walked closer to the glass and folded her hands. She never spoke, but I could sense her. The way she watched me, smugly. She didn't have to rub it in my face with words, and she knew it. What she had done had broken me. “What do you want?” I asked. “I want you to look at me,” she said. I looked down, ignoring her request. “LOOK AT ME,” she shouted, and I tensed. “Haven’t you done enough?” I said, “Leave me alone,” I went back to leaning on the glass still sitting. “Hey,” she shouted and kicked the glass. “We are not friends, Elisa. I don't have to listen to what you have to say.” I got up and walked to the bed. I had no energy. My body was getting weak. “You will,” she screamed as she grabbed my hair and I screamed too. I did not know how she got in so quickly before she began pulling at my hair. “You thief.” She said. “Let me go,” I t

Diya Saying that Thomas and I were taken from the hospital unintentionally was an understatement. Thomas had the same confused look on his face as me when we were hauled back to the house. I was still recovering, but it was not bad that I could walk on my own. Something felt different about all of this, and I glanced at Thomas, who seemed unimpressed. I thought maybe Ace had found me and came to my rescue because it appeared Thomas was not the one calling the shots anymore. He barged into the room and I noticed Elisa, her back at us as he shouted at her. “What is the meaning of this?” “Boys, hold him down,” she commanded and men ran to hold Thomas. I froze when she glared at me. “AND YOU.” “Make one more step and I will put you to the ground,” Thomas shouted as the men stood, putting their hand up “Awww, you think you still call the shots,” Elisa laughed, holding her torso. "How foolish of you." “What are you doing?” Thomas gritted his teeth, looking at her. “Boys,” she said ag

Elisa They told me that because I suffered such a huge trauma that I couldn’t handle the business. The truth was, I was blamed because I shot myself in the head. My father always disqualified all my ideas and everything because I was a mere girl. I hated being treated like a princess with tutus and crowns. Guns and knives were things I loved to own. I grew around them and they fascinated me more than being an undefensive girl. It’s a man’s world, Elisa. Your brother will protect you, Elisa. Be careful, Elisa. It’s dangerous, Elisa. You are just a girl, Elisa. Your role is motherhood for your future husband, Elisa. My father's words always haunted me to a point that I had to prove my worth. I had Romano blood in me and I did twice as hard as my brother. That’s why I have surpassed them in an instant. All they ever did was plan, but hardly acted. Something they could have learned from me if they took the chance. If they had involved me because I make things happen. “Do you want