On the way to the meeting, Mark's assistant called asking him to go to the clubhouse for another meeting. As always the man sat in a dimly lit room concealing his face. Though Mark had men following his convoy, they didn't know his true identity or why he was helping them fight the organization. Every time they got close to finding out who he was, he managed to get rid of every piece of evidence they got. "How have you been son?" The grey haired man asked leaning back on his chair. "I'm well, but I guess you know since you have all the information about me. Why don't you stop the games and tell me what you are after." Mark blurted out taking a seat. "I want Melissa to be safe, keep her out of the limelight. Now she is your wife. You are responsible for her well-being." He said, twirling his walking stick. "Who is she to you? Why are you so interested in my wife?" Mark asked getting pissed off. "As I said, when the time is right you will find out, I'll tell her everything she n

With her renovation contract over, Melissa planned to get back to the shopping center. To inquire if anyone could give more information about what had happened to Mr. Crack. There were no leads on his whereabouts or the kidnappers, but his niece looked at ease. She did not bombard the police with questions as she had done when they found the taxi. And though his niece had asked her to stay out of it, Melissa was determined to end what she had started. Seated in the car as her bodyguard drove her back to the office, Melissa saw the truck she had seen back at the warehouse. Though they concealed the number plates, she noticed the same lily flower drawn on the left side. "Follow that car." Pointing at the truck, she instructed. Getting her phone, she called her husband. The truck drove smoothly, not realizing the two vehicles following them at a distance. When it drove inside the gated compound, Melissa's car and that of her bodyguards parked at a safe distance. "What are you

As directed, the two men parked their car a short distance from the hotel. Watching and waiting. It was Jenifer's wedding. "I'm so happy for her." Nancy whispered to Lisa as they left the church after the ceremony heading to the reception area. The heart of the day's event which was held in a garden venue at a prestigious hotel. Melissa and Nancy had arranged the venue. Several tents were erected to host many guests, with an ample buffet and soft music for entertainment. "Congratulations Jenny." They squealed, pushing to hug the gorgeous bride. After a day of laughter and dancing, they escorted Jenifer and her husband out of the hotel. "There she is." The man in the car told his partner. Pointing at the group of people walking out, he checked the photo in his hands for confirmation. Blinking his eyes, the partner searched the crowd around the hotel's exit. "How do we get to her?" He asked, scratching his head scanning the area. Melissa, dressed in a sleeveless light green

To get to the top floor, Melissa used Mark's code to access the elevator thus needing no help from his secretary. When she got to the eighteenth floor she didn't find the secretary at the desk. James too was not in his office. Only Sasha and Mark were in the office. Giving them the privacy to make out. Seeing him cosy with Sasha sealed the deal. When she saw them kissing at the mansion she thought Sasha had forced herself on him. Seeing him embrace her broke her heart. She wanted their marriage to be more than an arrangement. She believed he was in love with her as much as she loved him. Holding back a sob, she ran to the elevator. She didn't look back at the secretary who called her name when she walked from the washroom. For a moment Mark's hands froze. He didn't understand what had happened. When Melissa walked in he couldn't move. "Ah!" Sasha screamed in pain as Mark pushed her off getting up from the chair. "Mark, please just let her go." She pleaded holding his hand.

Exhausted, Melissa sat leaning on the glass window as the plane took off, disappearing into the clouds. “Melissa, are you okay?” Lisa knelt beside her when they let her into the office. Using her handkerchief, she wiped Melissa’s face. “Aunt, come with the lawyer. They can’t detain you here anymore. Get up.” Lisa helped her up and out of the office. When they got home, she went straight to the bedroom. Days passed, but Melissa stayed in the house. She stayed in bed, not responding to anything they said. “How do we get her out of that bed?” Lisa asked, walking out with the untouched food plate. “She has not eaten for days since we got from the airport, aunt. I don’t know what to do anymore.” “The doctor said we should give her time. Be patient with her.” Betty walked into the room and sat beside Melissa, smoothing her hair. “When her parents died, she got depressed like this, but it was worse. For a moment, I thought she would die, but the news about her pregnancy gave her someth