All Chapters of His To Own: Daddy's Secret Desires.: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

ISLA'S POV.I stopped at the hallway catching my breathe. "Ian is right, I am being passive with Saraya." I muttered.I truly understand how he feels but going head to head against another grandchild of mine when my child is on the sick bed is not something I want to do.I leaned back against the wall recalling how the relationship between Ian and Alex go so bad despite being inseparable years back.*10 years ago.*"Alex!" I screamed. "If you can't learn something from your brother, at least, stop making things more difficult." I spat."Comparing me to him again, right?" He asked. "That is all you're good at but you know what, I'm done." He raised his hand in the hand."No, you're not done until I say you're done." I retorted. "You've just failed to secure a bid that would have helped the financial state of the company and you think you're done? No, you're not." I repeated. "You must find a way of getting back the bid you lost or you can as well forget about being a member of the Newm

SARAYA'S POV.I felt a soft touch on my shoulder. My heart raced and I opened my eyes in fear."Take it easy, it's me." Mary said, towering over me.“Good morning,” she said softly.“Good morning, Mom,” I replied, quickly sitting up and rubbing the sleep from my eyes.I glanced at my father, still motionless on the hospital bed. The rhythmic beeping of the life machine was the only assurance that life still clung to him with his doctor by his side.I sat up immediately. “I must have slept off.”“You need it,” Mary replied, her tone gentle yet firm. "The doctor is here, come."I stood up quickly, my legs wobbly beneath me, as I followed Mary toward the doctor.“Mrs. Newman, Ms. Newman,” he began. “Mr Newman's test results came out and I must say… his condition is critical. We’ve done everything we can, but I have to be honest with you. His health is deteriorating rapidly. You need to prepare yourselves for the worst.”I froze, "No," I whispered, shaking my head slowly. “You’re wrong. H

IAN'S POV.I checked my wristwatch and it was 2:58p.m, Just then, John Mark, one of the oldest member of board walked into the room."Hope I'm not late." He asked while having his seat.I smiled and nodded. "You're right on time." I replied. "Since we are all here, we should begin."I had the VIP restaurant meeting room rented out just for this meeting—an exclusive setting for what I hoped would be a pivotal turning point. I could feel their eyes on me as I stood, glass in hand.“First off, thank you all for making it here despite the short notice,” I began in a humble and firm tone. “I know this is a bit unexpected, but we have a lot to discuss.”I paused, letting my words sink in, scanning the faces of the men who had worked closely with my father over the years.“We all know how my father treated each and every one of you,” I continued, looking around the room. “He made sure you were taken care of, respected, and that your voices mattered.”A few of them nodded in agreement to my w

MARY'S POV."You know, from a glance, you look like a good person." I broke the silence between Dominic and I."Thanks for your kind words, Mrs Newman.""I wasn't flattering you, Mr blackmailer." I retorted. "I'm only stating the obvious, I would've considered you a good person if I don't know how scheming you are.""Wait a minute! What did you just called me ma'am?" Shock was written over his face. "A Black... blackmailer?" He stuttered. "What are you talking about?" He asked, blinking his eyes fixed on the road."Does bringing food and fruits makes you less guilty towards Saraya?" I asked as Dominic drove."I don't understand what you're talking about, don't you think you've got the wrong person?" He asked.I gave out a soft laugh. "I don't expect you to come out clean with me just accusing you but I just wonder wonder how Saraya would feel if she ever finds out you're the blackmailer."Dominic turned to me. "I'm no blackmailer and I can tell you, Mrs Newman that this is a misunders

SARAYA'S POV.I ran and ran until I felt like I was running out of breath and needed a moment to catch my breath.So many thoughts has been running through my head since I came from the hospital and the caregiver took charge.I should be sleeping because I had barely slept a wink during my stay at the hospital but on getting home, I feel like I couldn't breath hence the decision to run.My body was aching, my eyes were heavy but my mind won't rest. I decided it was time to go home.On getting home, I headed to my room to take a shower.I was dressing up when I heard a knock on the door. "Who is it?""Your grandmother."I froze. "This isn't good." I told myself. She rarely comes to my room and when she does, it usually not pleasant. "Come in." I answered, a part of me wondering why she didn't barge in like she would have done.My grandmother walked in. "I was here earlier but you were not in.""I went for a walk, didn't know you wanted to see me." I replied."Sir, I came to see you ove