It was nearly midnight when Jane was finally discharged. As the glass door of the hospital entrance slid to a close behind her, thunder groaned and lightning skirted across the sky, signalling the coming of heavy rainfall.Jane’s baby began to cry at the onslaught of the alien sound.“Shhh, it’s okay, mummy’s here,” Jane whispered, tucking the only cloth that the hospital wrapped her baby with to cover his tiny ears. Gently, she rocked him to sleep as tears raced down her cheeks. Where was she to go? What was she to do?In the chaos, she had brought only her identification card to the hospital earlier. All her belongings were still back home, she had nothing to her name now.She wiped away her tears on the sleeves of her blouse and started to walk, albeit aimlessly away from the hospital’s main building and venturing out into the almost deserted parking lot. The nurse had been kind enough to spare her a new skirt and un

By noon, the fiery ball in the sky was sending a heatwave to all who dwelled below. Jane had to shield her eyes from the scorching sun as she tried in vain to find a job.As a child, she suffered from Meniere's Disease and was often in and out of the hospital for treatments. Because of this, she was set back by two years in school and only managed to enter university when most of her peers were already graduating.  At first, things went well for Jane; perhaps a wee bit too smoothly. Her ethereal looks of lustrous chestnut locks and ocean blue eyes caught the attention of many, as well as the campus’ most popular fraternity. But alas, on her first night at the fraternity’s party, she was drugged only to wake up the next day in bed with a bunch of strangers, none of whom dared to confess what had transpired during the night. And just like that, her dream as an interior designer burnt to the ground, never to be seen again.She had wanted to abort the fetu

Daniel Winters stepped through the immaculately polished glass door of the Las Duex with a smile on his face. At a proud six foot four, it was hard not to take notice of him. His face was the epitome of every woman’s wet dream as he stood with his back straight and carried himself with a stride accustomed to strength and power. “Mr Winters! You’re early tonight!” the club’s madame sauntered up to him in a slinky midnight blue dress as soon as she spotted him. She gave Daniel a lingering kiss on his freshly shaved cheek and allowed him to inhale her strong but sensual scent of black truffles and ylang-ylang. “Hmm…are you wearing the ‘Black Orchid’?” Daniel murmured as his hand trailed down to the madame’s tiny waist, pulling her against him. Madame Dominique smirked and placed a hand on his chest, seductively twirling her index finger on his dark grey blazer, “Oh my, Mr Winters, nothing escapes you.” He grinned, he was feeling good, very good indeed. “

Daniel was sitting with his head nestled in the palm of his hands and pulling at the roots of his hair when he heard a scream. “LET GO OF ME!” That did it! Who dared to interrupt his train of thoughts? He groaned and sprang onto his grey socked feet – he’d kicked off his shoes earlier in frustration like a little boy, and stormed out of the room in search of the source of the voice. There was only one other room along this secluded corridor and it was from the room that lay a few feet down. The black door was closed but as an angry Daniel approached it, he heard muffled sounds coming from behind the walls and just as he was about to barge in and give the insolent fools a piece of his mind, out ran the same waitress who had bumped into him earlier on. Jane, he remembered her name. How could he not remember her? That woman was breathtakingly beautiful, like a breath of fresh air in an early spring morning. He instinctively caught her by the shoulders as

“Is this the house?”Jane’s tired eyes peered out of the limousine’s tinted window and her heart leapt for joy, “Yes.”All exhaustion was forgotten. She was here, she was finally here!The pristine white limousine came to a smooth and quiet stop right outside her father’s house. It was the witching hour and lights were off, as it was supposed to be and Jane had to wonder if little Timmy was awake.“Please wait for me.”With trembling fingers, she pulled open the door, stepped out and took a wobbly step towards her father’s house. Slowly at first, but each step became faster than the previous one and she finally broke into a run up the steps of her father’s porch.Behind her, the chauffeur, an elderly man with white hair stepped out of the limousine and gave her a silent nod of encouragement. His name was Mr Lee and he worked for Daniel Winters.Jane could not believe wh