I woke up to the soft light filtering through the curtains, my head pounding with the remnants of sleep. As I stirred, the door creaked open, and Maria entered, her cheerful voice slicing through the fog of my drowsiness. "Oh, you're finally up," she exclaimed, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes to banish the remnants of sleep, from my eyes."Good morning," I greeted her, forcing a smile despite the heaviness in my limbs. I had gone to bed late last night after I spent the day watching a movie, and had gone to bed fast.Since my mother left, I hadn't stepped out of my room. And had my meals delivered to me in my room. No one disturbed me and I was happy for the peace I had, as I spent the day watching movies to wipe away time and ease the boredom I felt at the moment."How are you doing, dear?" Maria's voice was filled with genuine concern as she approached the bed, her eyes searching mine for any signs of discomfort. "Fine," I replied automat

As I lay on the bed, Damien stood by my side, his presence a mixture of comfort and tension"Damien insisted on being present at the ultrasound," I thought, glancing at him briefly before diverting my gaze. He wouldn’t leave even when I asked him to, and said he wanted to see his child, o knew they were not changing his mind so I stayed. The doctor's voice broke through my reverie as she applied the gel to my stomach, preparing for the ultrasound. I held my breath, anticipation coursing through me like a current."That's your baby," the doctor announced, pointing at the screen. I followed her gesture, my heart skipping a beat at the sight of the tiny figure. “It’s so tiny,” Damien's whispered words reached me, his awe mirroring my own. For a brief moment, our eyes met, a silent exchange of emotions passing between us before I looked away, the weight of the situation settling heavily upon me."Do you want to know the gender of the baby?" the doctor inquired, interrupting the fragil

I looked at her in shock as she smirked at me, a chill ran down my spine as she seemed pleased with herself. I didn’t give her the satisfaction of making me feel very uncomfortable, she said she knew my secret and there was only one secret I dreaded every one would ever find out. “And what would that me, I am myself I’m curious,” I responded as calmly as possible, trying not to make my voice shake so she wouldn't spot my shivering voice. My greatest fear was that Damien must have let it slip from him or much worse. “Don’t look at me, as if you don’t know what I am talking about '' she said and I scoffed as I got off my bed and walked towards her. “You come here with threats of knowing my secret then I beg you, spill, I am curious to hear what you have to say,” I said and she looked at me. “I know you have been seeing Damien, I know you met him in the hospital today. I have pictures of your encounter,” she blurted out and I sighed in relief, at least it wasn’t what I thought it wou

I would have laughed out loud, if it wasn’t for the seriousness in his tone and voice, because what he just said didn’t make a damn sense to me. It was stupid In fact, these were the twenty-first century, not so olden days. “Brian, you need to chill that is stupid and impossible,” i said as I chuckled “Listen to me child, it is stupid, but sacrifices should be made to achieve something, the Mafia heir, first child must be a male, if it isn’t a male, they will kill the baby, that's why you need to run,” he said and I looked at him with shock. “You…” I tried to say as I felt fear overwhelmed me. “The wives of Lucas, the first one gave birth to a female child and she was casted to the ocean, you see this family worship a Roman god, it is withheld from the public but they do worship a Roman god, no one knows except only the members of these family, once the child is born a girl she is sacrifice by the shaman to their gods,im if female,” Brian breath out as I walked away from him as i t

I sat down, quietly and soon my father sat opposite me. I had a thousand questions, and I realized, although I may have loved my mother in ways I couldn't explain before, that love was faded, and filled with hate.“Tell me, I want to know,” I pleaded. I was supposed to be mad at him, despite everything around me and demanding an explanation, but I wasn't. I wanted to hear what he had to say, and the answer to my question.“Your birth mother is alive and ….” He paused as he looked at me.“And what?” I asked.“Your Birth mother is Ava king,” he said and my eyes widened, as I stood up angrily, I looked at her as I took a step back.“What!”I screamed at him as I raised my hands to my hair and ran my hands through it.Of course I knew Ava king, everyone does and her daughter, Britney King has done nothing but make things worse for me and horrible as she had swore to make everything so hard.But her mother, I remember meeting her for the first time, in the Blacks family house. I remember he