All Chapters of When Love Is Not Enough : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Camella kept calling but Andre wouldn't answer his phone. She was thinking about what to do, to get Andre to answer his phone. She sent a text and began by saying “what’s up Andre?” and then called him back. This time, he answered his phone and said “Miss Camella, if you keep troubling me, I'll blacklist you” he warned. “I didn't enjoy doing it either. But I want to talk to you about the whole misunderstanding that happened. It's unlike me. I didn't get the clear picture of all that happened. But I do now, and I am unhappy. I just want us to see and talk about it…” she was saying and Andre interrupted her. “I'm glad you've gotten it clear. I'm relieved now. But believe me, I'm quite busy. I'm meeting a few people. I won't be able to accept your invitation” he explained. Even if he has nothing to do, he's never going to accept it, to sit on the same table with that woman? No way! An hour later, a tinted Lamborghini drove and parked opposite Andre’s apartment. He was

Regina stamped her feet on the floor a number of times as she watched Patrick zoomed off. She can understand his grief and how disappointed he felt when Jasmine lost the pregnancy. It's really not easy and she won't take it out on him at all. She's only unhappy that she couldn't get the chance to tell Jasmine not to tell Patrick what the doctor said just before he came back. He mustn't know that she might have difficulty conceiving again. She has never expected such calamity to befall her. How is she going to get her penthouse now? That child in Jasmine belly was going to be her winning ticket. She'd boasted too much about owning a penthouse soon, now people might start mocking her if things didn't get into place early enough so Jasmine can get pregnant. As Regina arrived home, James was waiting for her to scold her about the report that was brought before him. As she got in, she sank into the sofa and was quiet. Not interested in his wife's current m

Fred Maxwell and Camella? He hadn't seen them there before. But anyways, since the basketball court isn't his father's property, anyone can come around to play. He placed his sport bag down and went towards them. “Wow…see who we have here” Fred Maxwell chimed, going over to Andre and hugging him. He glanced at him, he looked taller and seemed well built than him. Of course, he would be. He hadn't been a sportsman all his life but for Camella he'd assumed being a basketball player. “Buddy” Andre squeaked and hugged him affectionately. He doesn't know why this feisty lady has to come along with Fred Maxwell to play a basketball game. She's dressed in Jersey and loose long pants. “Hi, Andre,” Camella said, walking over to shake hands with him. She really looked like a sports lady with her hair made into a high ponytail. Her grey eyes screwed him from head to toes. His exposed arms and muscled biceps gives her the opportunity to see his smooth beautiful skin. His lo

When did he say that? He told her that her dad told him to check on her in her room. How does that have to do with him ordering him to invade her privacy? Is this the woman his parents want him to get married to? “Listen to me Camella, you can't just say this to entangle me in your one sided opinion. When did I say your father ordered me to invade your privacy, huh, what privacy are you talking about? I met the door open and got in just in time as you turned around. Just forget the crap and take, I got you a rose flower. I came here to spend some time together with you and your dad…” Jack was saying when Camella ordered “get out!” Jack was shocked. Isn't she going to accept the flowers he brought for her? “I won't repeat myself the third time, I said fuck off!” She thundered and her nanny heard her. She came running upstairs and met Jack at the penultimate stairs, he was filled with rage. Benson also heard his daughter's words and next, saw Jack com

In the royal palace of Ashanti Kingdom, the ruling monarchy, an old man in his early seventies was drooling in self pity. He feels there is no hope for him anymore. His authority spanned over the Mediterranean and he ruled over many countries. His eldest son was lying on his dying bed. He seemed to have lost every sense of fighting for his life. For the past ten years of his life, he'd come down with a stroke and had been bed ridden. Despite the efforts and experts all over the world, he couldn't get back to normal again. And the past two years, his health deteriorated. He was no longer able to raise himself. He couldn't even speak properly anymore and it's just a matter of time before he joined his royal ancestor. And this has brought sadness to his royal Highness. He has only two sons. His eldest son is dying and has only one daughter. His second son has a daughter as well and they couldn't bear anymore. If he dies without an heir, the throne falls off his hand and hi