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{ LET'S END US }

LEILA "My name is Graham Ashcroft. I'm Mr. Theodore Hawthorne's legal counsel." He placed a blue document on my desk. "Mr. Hawthorne asked me to deliver this proposal to you, Miss Stonne. He's prepared to offer you ten percent of his personal wealth."I glanced at the document but left it where it was."Why?"Graham folded his hands in front of him. "His personal wealth is currently valued at thirty-six billion dollars. The ten percent offer amounts to three point six billion."I looked at the document again. "There's more," Graham said. "Mr. Hawthorne is willing to sponsor your company's relocation to France. He will cover the costs of establishing the business there and provide th

{ LOCKED IN HER SILENCE }

GEORGE I drove to the estate immediately. I found Theodore in the dining room with two nurses attending to him. One held a glass of water while the other prepared his medication.He looked up as I entered."George, what brought you to the estate this night?""What did you say to Leila?" I said looking straight into his eyes.His hand paused over the table. He looked at me but didn't answer. Instead, he took the glass from one of the nurses, swallowed the tablets, and handed it back."Excuse us for a moment," he said, nodding towards them. The nurses gathered their things and walked out, leaving us alone.Theodore reached for his cane and pushed himself to his feet. He leaned on it, then extended his left hand toward me. "Help me to the living room."I stared at him for a moment. He kept his hand extended. I stepped forward and took his arm."I was thinking of sending for you tomorrow morning," he said, stea

{ REMNANTS OF MY LIFE }

KARLSomething kicked my ribs. "Hey. Get up."I opened my eyes to a pair of worn work shoes. Morning light spilled across the concrete floorboards, and when I tried to sit up, my head throbbed with a sharp pain. My stomach lurched instantly, the bitter taste of cheap whiskey coating my tongue. "I'm talking to you," the voice snapped. I looked up, squinting against the glare. A man holding a mop stared down at my face, his expression completely unbothered by my grey suit. "Do you know who I am?" I demanded, my voice coming out rough and dry. He glanced down at my soaked jacket, then at the wet pavement around my legs.

{ A SECOND CHANCE TO RISE }

KARL“It's my company,” Ellen said, tapping the black key card. “I've spent the past nine years building it. It's worth $1.8 billion now.”I stared at her before letting out a disbelieving laugh.I picked up the file and dropped it back onto the mattress. “My father stripped me of everything, and now you expect me to believe you've secretly built a billion-dollar company?”She didn't flinch.“I’ve been funding it through a trusted friend for nine years. He's managed the business from the beginning, built the team, and overseen its growth. I've remained behind the scenes, involved in the decisions that mattered.”I studied her face, searching for the slightest sign that she was making it all up. “And Theodore never found out? You expect me to believe that, too?”“The company was established independently of him. I kept my involvement private, and I had no reason to bring it to his attention.”I shook my head. None of it made sense.For as long as I could remember, my mother had enjoyed

{ MY MOTHER'S ARRANGEMENT }

KARL I stared at her, waiting for her to explain what she was doing in my office. Instead, Jennifer moved closer and smiled.“It's our first time, Karl. Don't you think you should give me a proper greeting?”Before I could respond, she leaned toward me, sliding her hand across my shoulder again. I immediately pushed her away. “Have you lost your mind?”She stumbled backward, lost her balance, and fell to the floor. “My ankle!” she cried, clutching her leg. “Oh, my ankle!”I stared at her, too irritated to respond. “Get up,” I said.She shook her head, her face twisting in pain. “I can't. It hurts so much.”I glanced at the office door, already regretting that I'd allowed this woman to take up even a minute of my time. I had work to do, and I wasn't interested in whatever game she thought she was playing. “Call someone, then,”

{ CALL GEORGE }

LEILASEVEN WEEKS LATER...The room tilted before I could get out of bed. I caught the edge of the mattress, my fingers tightening against the sheet as the wardrobe blurred in front of me. For a few seconds, I stayed bent forward, waiting for the room to settle.Then a sharp ache pulled low across my stomach. My hand went there at once. “Not today,” I whispered. I remembered the dates correctly. I still had two weeks before my estimated due date, and there were things I wanted to put in order before then. I wanted to finish the work waiting on my desk, make sure the current project was moving in the right direction, and know that the office could manage without me when I finally had to step away.I knew I couldn't plan everything. The baby would come when she was ready, and no amount of preparation could change that. Still, having things under control gave me some peace of mind.I sat still until the ache eased, then reached for the glass of water on my bedside stool. I drank slowly

{ THE NATIVITY }

GEORGEI never answered calls during meetings, but the name on my screen stopped me. Leila. I didn’t think twice before answering.“George?” A different voice came through. “I’m calling from Miss Stonne’s office. She’s in pain, and she asked me to call you.”My grip tightened around the phone. “What do you mean, she’s in pain?”Before the woman could answer, I heard Leila groan faintly in the background. It sent a jolt of fear through me.“Leila?” I said sharply. “Let me speak to her.”“She can barely talk, sir and I don’t know what to do.”I was already pushing back my chair. “Don’t waste another second in the office. Take her to the hospital immediately. I’m coming.” I ended the call and grabbed my keys.“Sir, is there a problem?” My secretary called behind me.“George, the board is still waiting for your decision.”Their voices followed me as I strode toward the door, but I didn't stop. I reached the parking garage and got into my car, barely registering the security guard wavin

{ THE RECONCILIATION }

LEILA“You’re in the hospital, Leila.” His fingers tightened gently around mine. “You’re safe. The baby is safe, too.”The baby.My eyes widened as everything came rushing back. The pain in my stomach. The office. The terrifying ride to the hospital. Then nothing.“Where is my baby?” I tried to sit up, but a wave of weakness forced me back against the pillow.“Easy.” George moved closer, his hand hovering near my shoulder. “I’ll get someone to bring her to you.”He pressed the call button beside the bed. A nurse arrived a few minutes later, checked my condition, and smiled.“She’s doing well,” she assured me. “She’s been checked over, and there’s nothing to worry about at the moment. We’ll bring her in for you.”I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. Tears slipped down my

{ THANK YOU }

Emmanuel Okeme (Author)❤️ A BIG THANK YOU, MY AMAZING READERS! ❤️We’ve reached the end of Part One, but the biggest secrets, the deepest regrets, and the most difficult choices are still ahead!First, I want to take a moment to thank every single person who has read this story and stayed with me up to this point. Every read, every comment, every vote, every gem, and every bit of encouragement means more to me than you know. You are the reason this journey has been worth it, and I’m truly grateful to have you here.To the amazing reader who sent me gifts, thank you so, so much! ❤️ I may not know who you are, but please know that I appreciate your kindness from the bottom of my heart. You made me smile, and I don't take your support for granted.To everyone who has voted for my book and sent me gems, THANK YOU! Your support means the world to me. And to those who have been reading silently, I see you, too! 🥹❤️If you've been enjoying the story but haven't left a comment or review yet,

{ I'M PREPARED FOR WHAT'S COMING }

GEORGETwo Years Later........Leila had been busy preparing for the museum’s grand opening, leaving me in charge of Mila for most of the day.If anything, I enjoyed having my daughter all to myself. She had kept me busy since morning, demanding my attention every few minutes and refusing to let me out of her sight. By the time she finally fell asleep, I felt as though I had just survived a battle.I carried her into the bedroom and lowered her carefully onto the bed. She stirred, her tiny fingers curling around the edge of her blanket, but she didn’t wake. I smiled and brushed a strand of hair away from her forehead.“Finally,” I whispered. I had barely straightened when someone knocked at the door. I frowned as I stepped out of the bedroom, closed the door quietly behind me, and went to answer it.Theodore’s lawyer stood outside. For a second, neither of us spoke. I hadn’t seen him since the day Theodore was laid to rest, and I certainly hadn’t expected him to show up at my house.

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