Zendaya's POVIf pathetic and miserable were a person then there’d be no perfect comparison to those words, as myself. My life was the perfect description of them. I stared out the transparent glass of my office, watching everyone mingle with themselves, laughing and cheering each other.Here I am, brooding over my sad and lonely life. I thought it was said that life is hard and tough for the ugly, but I was nowhere near any of that. No hard feelings to anyone, but I am an epitome of beauty. An hourglass shaped body any man would die for, and would undoubtedly make some ladies really jealous.There’s my mesmerizing emerald eyes and high cheekbones, hard to come by. 5 feet 8 tall, full, luscious lips and a symmetrical face. Definitely, I am a complete charm. But, my parents turned out to be the perfect obstacle sent to ruin my perfectly, outlined world.Everything spiralled the very day I was made to enter into a contract marriage with Asher Smith. When I first met him, he was runni

Zendaya's POV My body ached badly as I attempted to stand up from the floor. My legs were cramped together, restricting blood flow. Looking around I realized it was morning; I must have slept off on the floor, while crying last night. Standing up, it felt hazy and my head ached badly. And I didn't even take any alcohol, but it feels like I am having a hangover. Sighing, I headed to the bathroom. Taking a long look at myself in the mirror, I let out a resigned sigh; I looked like a lost cause. My hair sprouted out like an unwanted weed, dry mascara stuck to my face making me look like a baby raccoon. My face was blotched from all of the tears. The tears weren't necessary if I am to think of it, but I like to think I deserve to cry out my pains. Pulling at the hair to straighten it which appears to be a waste of time, I stepped out to look through my closet. Since it's the end of the week; I might as well skip going to that horrible workplace and probably take a long road trip. And

Zendaya's POV I tried to calm my nerves as I paced the study, hoping Asher would stop by the place like he usually does. Even though I had already told one of the maids to inform him about meeting me in the study. My palms feel sweaty, I was indeed pregnant.Fuck.Now that it turns out to be true, the next thing to do is let the father of the child, know about it.Saying a silent prayer as I heard Asher's footstep heading towards the study, I hope I would have enough courage to face him. This is the first time we would be talking since that night. Which is still the reason behind my presence here. Talking to Asher doesn't interest me either. "This had better be quick." He mumbled the moment he got in.I kissed my teeth silently, this bastard must think I am a joke. Squaring my shoulders I held his gaze. "I am pregnant." I announced in my loudest and strictest voice. Silence enveloped the room at first and for a second I almost thought he was having a deep thought. "Abort it."

On the day I had gotten on the plane and decided to leave everything behind, I had cried my eyes out. Since no one was going to be by my side I had prepared myself to leave them and start up my own life.I had left my marriage, my family and my life — whatever was left of it anyway — and had traveled to a country far from my birth home.Since I was unknown here and I had an opportunity to start over, I had taken it and decided to live a very low key life.I had used the money I had saved up from my former workplace to start a new life. I was glad I had saved everything and not touched it. I had also invested the money when I was still with my contracted husband and when I went to withdraw it I could see that it had yielded me so much returns.Searching for a new job in a place I was still new to was more difficult than I had thought.It turned out everyone only wanted to give jobs to those who had history in the country and since I was a stranger I was not oven the jobs.After being r

thing but the music in his radio to keep me company, I fell into my thoughts.“Hey,” he called my attention to him as I smiled. “Are you okay? You seem distant.”“I’m sorry. I’ve got a lot on my mind.”“Oh yeah? Like what?” he asked wanting to know what I was thinking about as I looked around looking for a way to give off an excuse. “I had difficult clients today,” I sighed. “They didn’t think I could run my own company. It was embarrassing but I did put him in his place.”“Did he come to you for help?”“Apparently his failing business needed my touch and that was what I did. I saved it, yet I was given the bad hand.”“I’m glad you put him in his place. No one deserves to talk to you anyhow. You’ve come a long way. I knew when your business was the only thing you were holding onto. Here you are being one of the biggest bakeries in the country.”I loved hearing the history of how I started and I looked towards the school when I heard the bell ring.Almost immediately I found the tripl