AngelaThe news almost made me happy, but the fact that Natasha will be going through a lot right now makes me pity her. Within a few months, she has been divorced by her two ex-husbands. Going through the process of pregnancy all alone isn’t something I’ll wish on anyone, not even my enemy.Xavier has been in a good mood since last night. I’ve asked him severally if he has something to do with this, but I get either kissed or he winks at me, brushing away my question. His actions and mood made me conclude that Xavier has everything to do with this.Glancing at my wristwatch, I was tempted to call and cancel lunch. I’ve been waiting for him for the past thirty minutes and he’s yet to show up. Finally giving up, I picked up my purse and stood up. The exact moment I took two steps forward, the door opened and Daniel walked in. He scanned the restaurant, quickly searching for me and when he found me, he waved and smiled, a smile that I did not reciprocate. Noticing my slight anger, he h

AngelaPeering my eyes open, I quickly snapped them shut and winced. Remind me not to get drunk in my life again. My head is banging so hard that I’m finding it difficult to keep my eyes open.Inhaling deeply, I summoned inner courage and opened my eyes. The faint light peering in through the small opening in the drawn curtain made me wonder what time it is.Pulling the duvet aside, I sat up. At that exact moment, the door opened and Xavier walked in with his phone placed on his ear. His eyes trapped mine. “Just handle them, Lucas. I do not pay you such a ridiculous amount for nothing. I’ll call you later to know how it went.” He disconnected the call, pocketed his phone, and stared at me unblinkingly. “Hello love.”Still trying to push the headache aside, I crossed my arms. “What time is it?”He stared at the wall clock right in front of me. “Five minutes past seven.” He walked into the bathroom and emerged with the medicine box. “How bad is the hungover?” He asked as he searched thr

XavierStorming into the coffee shop with Lucas and Tom, I ambled straight toward Veronica’s table. Pulling out of a seat, I made myself comfortable even before she could understand what was really going on.Her brows smashed together with an ugly frown. “There are a lot of empty tables in here Mr. Ellmord, why invade mine?”“Can’t you just pretend as if you’re happy to see me?” I asked her with a smile. Waving the waitress over, I ordered a cup of coffee. “I know you’ve been waiting to hear from me.” Leaning forward, I grinned. “I paid Patricia Hymes’s family a visit,” her eyes widened. “They are still heartbroken over their missing daughter.”“You did what?” She whispered. Suddenly choking on her coffee, I watched her cough heavily. Without offering her any water, I watched her calm herself. “How did you_”“How did I find out?” Chuckling, I tipped the waitress who served me coffee. “How did you think I found out? Now I have two pieces of evidence to send you to jail. What will your

Angela Something is wrong, but I’m yet to figure out what. It’s three weeks to my wedding but it feels as if the groom isn’t happy to walk down the aisle with me. Although he tries to keep it in, I know something is wrong; something is bothering him and he’s trying hard to keep it from me.Ignoring the salesperson who is trying so hard to impress me, I focused on the seamstress who is taking McKenzie’s measurements. “I need real diamonds on her dress, at most a hundred and fifty-six.”“That shouldn’t be a problem, ma’am.” She responded. She took the last measurement before letting Mckenzie go. “We’ll have the diamonds tested in your presence before completing payment.” She puffed her chest out with pride. “Here, we give nothing but the best.”My phone pinged again for the tenth time within thirty minutes. How did she even get my number? Pursing my lips, I opened my inbox and read yet another message from her.:- Please, all I’m asking is that you hear me out over dinner or breakfast.

XavierMy mind is too furious to give a hundred percent undivided attention to Don Castino. It keeps drifting back to the event that happened a few minutes ago, to the possibility that Angela may or may not have snitched on me.“Mr. Ellmord?” I slowly returned my gaze to Don Castino. “Is everything okay? You seem a little lost ever since you walked into this restaurant.”“Everything is fine,” I assured him. Giving your business partner the impression that something isn’t right is not the best business approach. “You shouldn’t worry yourself with this. I am a little stressed but definitely fine.”The old man doesn’t seem to believe me. “You are like your father many times.” He chatted. “You do remember that I was a close friend to your father and I know when something is bothering him. You have that same look right now.”I have no suitable response for him. I cannot and will never discuss my personal issues with just anyone.“If this is about Mateo and his father, then you have nothing