Nelson winced in pain as he tried to get off the bed. He had been asleep for over ten hours. His eyes were a little bit blurry, but he squinted and his gaze settled on the figure in front of him. It was Maya. He gripped the sides of the bed, so he could properly sit. "How did I get here?" Nelson said. His head was hurting from every word he uttered. Maya didn't say a single word. She broke eye contact and she rose on her feet. "I need to get the doctor" "The doctor?" He looked both ways and then it dawned on him that he was laying on a hospital bed. Maya dashed to the hallway heading to the doctor's office, leaving Nelson in a state of retrospection. Nelson moved to the edge of the bed, but a pliable material held him back. He traced the material to his hands. It was a drip - injected into his veins. A sigh evaded his lips as he slowly pushed himself back to the middle of the bed. A sharp pain surged through his head. He winced and placed his hand on his forehead. His hand c
Nelson dashed into the living room and Maya followed him. He thought she was going to go her own way after his nasty reaction at the hospital, but she didn't. For a moment he was marveled at her patience. "Nelson" she called. Nelson was about approach the stairs when her voice echoed. He paused, but he didn't look down towards her.Maya stop still for a few seconds and she gulped down the lump in her throat finally gathering the courage to speak. "...I'm sorry" she muttered, with eyes flitting in sobriety. "I beg your pardon" Nelson said. As he placed his hand on the trail, finally turning to stare at her. A huff flew off his face "I don't understand. What are you sorry for?" Maya wished the floor could engulf her at the drop of a hat, because Nelson's question made her heart thump faster - like it was going to fall of her chest. She broke eye contact, digging her fingers into her palms. "I don't have all the time, Maya" "I'm sorry I agreed to attend the event with Carter. I di
"I'm sorry" Spenser said. He placed his hands on Tasha's shoulder. "I'm sorry I judged you wrongly" he added. Tasha sniffed in a breath, wiping her face with the back of her palms. They're seated in the living room of the new house Tasha bought for them. Its quite unbelievable, but it was becoming visibly implicit when they stepped into the gigantic mansion. "Its fine dad" Tasha said. She pulled her father into a warm embrace. She had missed this soft part of her father ever since she got married to Nelson. Pertinent to how strict and decisive Spenser was - she thought that leniency and patience in him had vanished, but this hug was more like a reassurance. A reassurance that he loved her and everything that happened in the past was beyond his control. "Awwwn" May said, walking into the living room. A satisfactory smile curled on her lips. May sat close to Spenser and Tasha - eye flickering with ecstasy. "Its unity and reconciliation time, I guess" Tasha and Spenser extricated fr
“Mr. Radcliffe will see you now,” his secretary, Miss Havilah said to the young lady who had been sitting outside the boss’ office for close to two hours. Tasha was not in her Sunday best but she had managed to get the wrinkles out of her pleated skirt and her shirt was starched till it was as stiff as a snobbish old lady. She had been afraid that the security would not let her in considering how poorly dressed she was. Every now and then, she pushed her thick glasses up her nose, playing with her fingers too out of anxiety. From the newspapers and internet business news, Mr Radcliffe was definitely not an ordinary man. She wondered how her father could have known such a powerful man as Nelson Radcliffe. “Thank you,” she murmured and gradually got on her feet. She clutched her purse close to her chest, looking as petrified as a chick. Her heels were broken from the impact of jumping off the bus and they clacked noisily against the milky tiles. Her embarrassment doubled when necks tur
Nelson was taken aback by her nonsensical question. She looked genuinely surprised, like she was just hearing the topic for the first time. He had assumed that Spencer had discussed the whole thing with his daughter. Personally, he was not too happy about getting shackled into marriage with a ill-looking young lady after two failed marriages. Natasha King reminded him of one of the orphans in a charity home he had recently donated a huge sum of money to. She looked distasteful and lacked simple fashion sense. He still has the scars of divorce to prove that all women were the same. Once they perceived that a man was wealthy, they did everything humanly possible to burrow their way into his life and immediately they got what they wanted, they were on their way. At least, he had enough experience to criticize them. His first marriage had been to Janice Bridge, an English model and thirteen years his junior. He had been young and foolish back then to fall for her wiles and charming wo
Chapter 3 On her way home, Tasha reminiscened the events that had taken place in Mr Radcliffe’s office. Prior to entering his office, the notion of marriage had never crossed her mind. Many a young woman would jump at the idea of being a billionaire’s wife but Tasha was old-fashioned when it came to issues of the heart. She believed that a marriage was to be built on love, not on material fantasies. Yet, she had just sold herself to save her family from ruin. It was a sacrifice she could not term selfless because she was totally against it. She was not interested in the trinkets he would give her because the jewelries would not compare to the love he could not give her. “Tell Spencer that the deal is done. You can take a copy of the agreement to him as evidence. His presence is required so that we can discuss the marriage date as soon as possible. Everyone will think that it is an arranged marriage so you are to pretend that we are in love. I believe you should be good at that judg
“Why didn't you tell me, Dad? It’s not fair! This is my life you toyed with, my future and you sold me without my knowledge.” Tasha paced the wooden floor of the dining table, unable to sit down any longer. Usually, she was the coolheaded and reasonable one but the situation at hand called for violence. She had waited till after dinner, barely managing to chew her dinner to discuss the disturbing topic with her parents. She was angry and her soul wanted retribution for the wrongs done against her. Henchard, her younger brother watched them curiously, eating his dinner in silence. Spencer held his head down in shame and her mom patted his back, sharing in his pain. “Henchard, would you mind finishing your dinner upstairs in your room?” May requested in a suggestive voice. The young man frowned, letting his spoon drop noisily into his plate. He had thought they would not notice his presence in the midst of the hubbub. It was not everyday one saw Tasha lose her temper. “But why? You
The weather was perfect, cloudy and humid, just right for an outdoor wedding. It was true that only her immediate family was invited and although she missed her best friend, Virginia, it was partially glad that none of their classmates were present. She had been the brightest in class back then and the student with the highest potential of continuing her education. However, she sat in a wedding chamber, fanning herself nervously though she was not feeling hot. The ivory ribbed dress was fitted to her like a second skin and the diamond teardrops on her ears were worth a fortune. Any woman would be happy, knowing the luxurious life that awaited her, any woman but Mrs Tasha King–Radcliffe. Nelson sat beside her, his fake smile gone from his lips and an indifferent mask on his face. He was a better actor than she could attempt and he had to subtly pinch her at her elbow to remind her to smile whenever a camera passed by. She was sick of the pretence and her cheeks hurt from smiling all