Christianas POV;I walk into my fathers' petting zoo and once I'm in, Fuzzball, a cute, snow-white chi Wawa comes running to me.Fuzzball came in last year and since then has been my fathers' bag. The little puppy is the cutest bundle of joy ever."Hey sweetie pie," I greet the puppy as I squat down to give her a tummy rub and she barks. I giggle and give her a treat before walking further into the building in search of my father.As my footsteps echo through the building, the animals around begin to bark, meow, and give happy sounds as we're familiar with each other.I love this place, and so does my dad. This is the very reason grandma is so mad at him and we are partial castaways back home.My family, the Duran family, deals in accessories like gold, diamond, and the likes. We also deal in fashion and run the 'Durans' hotels and restaurants worldwide.However, my father wasn't interested in the family business nor wealth. His love

Christianas' POV;I walk out of my bedroom adjusting my hair. Tucking some of the stray strands behind my ear before walking briskly down the stairs and towards the meeting room.In a mansion as big as this, there are many rooms, halls, passageways, and the likes. So much so, if care is not taken, one can get lost.The house isn't just grand because we have the money to flaunt about, but because we are a huge family. We are 17 in my family, but if we're counting cousins wives, and kids,  we are a total of 25. I know right! huge number!We aren't always together at home though, Uncle Willow, Grandma's eldest child, and my eldest paternal uncle, doesn't live with us, he and his family live in a different state.He has three sons and is a grandfather of four. Two girls from James and a girl and boy each, from Oscar. His last son Frank is still unmarried and isn't a father yet.

Christiana's POV; "Dad! I need help. I can't continue like this. She always ridicules me. Why can't she see we are after a right course? " I scream in frustration and my dad smiles.  "You know your grandmother. As long as we are not making money, or as long as we aren't also running a branch that brings in millions of dollars, we are unfulfilled. "He replies and I grunt in frustration. " But that's not fair! "I wail stomping my feet. "Careful, you'd scare the fishes away. "He notes and I recall I'm in a canoe. "Oh, sorry. " I apologize "No problem. Look, honey, follow your passion. I know you love animals, but you also desire to be in an office behind some big desk. Christiana, it's okay. I support your dreams. I know my daughter is nothing less than a victor. So get up, and show them what you've got. "He says and I blush.  Something pulls at the string of his fishing line and excitement clouds his face,

Mr. William Durans POV( Christiana's father) ;"So, how is she? "I question. Cautiously stiring the piping hot tea in my cup with a teaspoon. "Who? "The young man questions as I threw the question at him out of the blue. "My daughter. It's been a while since we spoke on personal issues. "I reply and the butterfly drawing on the table suddenly becomes very interesting to him. "Ah... Uhm, she's... She's... She's fine. "He replies and a smile that almost turns to laughter splits my face. "Fine? Really? "I question and he steals a glance of me. "Sir, she. She's... We don't really talk much so I... I don't quite know what exactly to say. "He replies and I smile. "Then say what you know. What you see and the sides of her she shows you. "I reply relaxing in the chair and he looks up at me. He clearly is uncomfortable discussing my daughter with me. Raymond and I have grown to be very close over the ye

Raymonds POV;I grunt lightly as I open my eyes. I'm feeling a bit tipsy and my vision is a blur. I shut my eyes back in a bid to comport my system and get better control. This feeling is slightly worst than a hangover. I feel exhausted, fatigued, and sleepy. I inhale deeply before opening my eyes again. This time, my eyes are welcomed by a somewhat dark and misty appearance of a room and it only takes me a few seconds to realize I'm in the middle of this room. The chair I'm seated in is situated in the center of this room and there's a huge center rung beneath me. I am not bound to this chair by any physical ropes but fear has an upper hand hence keeping me put. There is a desk a considerable number of feet away from me and a large leather chair behind it. There's nothing on this table a d no one in the sit and asides from the couch at the side of the room and paintings I'm the room, there's nothing else.