My body feels sore, my eyes feel glued together, I can't seem to remember what happened. I struggle to crack my eyes open, the brightness of the room makes me shut them back. This time I opt for opening them slowly until my vision adjusts to the light in the room.The room is painted white with a blue line running across the centre round the room. My eyes move to my own body and I am clothed in blue gown the sort people in hospitals wear, it is loose and breathable. IV lines are in my arm. My eyes move around the room again and I spot Gregory cradling my baby, our baby. His eyes are shut, he doesn't seem to be asleep though. I try to say something but my throat is parched like a desert. It's better to keep calm till a nurse shows up. Few minutes later the door of the room opens. I do not open my eyes immediately, “Mr Williams, here is the DNA test results you requested”. My heart rate increases, I thank God a heart monitor isn't attached to me right now, if that was the case they wo

The look on the face of Paul Williams shows he knows something is up; his experienced eyes were quick to deduce the anomalies. His gaze is sharp, piercing me for answers that I cannot give him. I cleared my throat, it seemed something beyond my control got stuck in them. “Erhm.. nothing Dad, everything is just fine”. He narrows his gaze at me, not believing the word I spewed. “You don't have to lie to me Denise, you can tell me what's going on, maybe I can help”. His hands are on my shoulder, in a way that screams you can trust me with whatever is going on. Our voices are whispers because the other person's in the room are not meant to be involved in this discussion.My eyes never leave his. “There's nothing wrong Dad”. My eyes are starting to get misty and my voice is a little high-pitched. A clear indication that I am lying to him. I might be an expert at lying but whenever I lie to this man, I cannot keep it all together. It's like he can see through all the lies. He can see the

GREGORY'S POV.My eyes are fixed on the pen twirling on my fingers like a mechanical system. To the unobservant eye I am paying rapt attention to whatever is being said, but in actual fact I have no idea what my marketing head has been saying for the last hour. My mind is too cramped to let anything else enter into it. The only thing consuming my mind is the woman in my home, the supposed mother of my child and the strange circumstances surrounding me. The mind that was once able to conceive great ideas and propel this company from millions to billions is jumbled. Could all this be some kind of schizophrenic symptoms?. No! it couldn't be! The doctor said I was fine from my last visit, which was barely two weeks ago. Everything seems out of touch though, things aren't adding up. Even my feelings are a mess! “Sir, sir..”. My head jerks up as I recognise the voice of my marketing head calling me for my attention. My eyes finally meet his scared and confused ones. His round face is pin

It's been a month, a month since I brought my precious Ivy Gianna into the world. With each day that passes she webs her little self over my heart, I loved her since she was in my womb, to the moment I birthed her. With each day that passes I love her more. I don't know how it happens but it does. From her little cries, to her sleeping face, to how she suckles, I am in love with every single thing about her. It saddens me to know that in less that eleven months from now we would part. Rosie is pissed about the news, she's hell bent on figuring something out to stop this. I appreciate her effort, I do but I have accepted that we can't fight against it. In the beginning I was certain that I wouldn't let him keep me from my child but everyday I realise I can do nothing to stop it. I mean what plan do I have?. At some point, running away with ivy was my plan but where would we go?. My mum’s place is not even an option, Gregory could easily find us. My only other close relative is my aunt

Gregory's POV:“Where was I?”. Isaiah questions me.“The part where he raped her”. I responded.“Yes!”. He continues.“The bastard raped the poor little girl”. I can imagine Isaiah shaking his head and clenching his fist. Ariella is almost the same age as poor Audrey. If some dares touch a hair on her head Isaiah and I would burn the world down and destroy that person. Truth be told, if the flashback I had is real I will crush that man for having touched Denise. I might not understand what is going on but I will not let him attempt to violate her and go free.“He was caught by their father, the retired don. He was really old so he couldn't do much. When he tried to raise an alarm the bastard Patrick unfortunately killed him in front of the little girl”. He sighs. I can imagine how gruesome it must have been for her experiencing that much pain and loss in one day.“He knew he couldn't stay there any more with this much damage, so he eloped. Mind you, The Sànchez scraped off every part