Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 41

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RACHEL’S pov.

Huntington Memorial Hospital LA<<

My eyes couldn’t look away from the wall clock, no, they could look away but just wouldn’t look away.

I kept staring at the wall clock, or glaring at it rather, grumpily chewing on my salad and wondering when my husband would come back from his ‘very important meeting’.

It’s 8:30pm, meaning it’s been already four hours since he left to meet Tasha and he’s still not back yet.

I reached for my phone to check if he’s given me a missed call or text, but there was nothing from him.

Shouldn’t he be hurrying to get back and give me a proper explanation, since he left without telling me explaining clearly to me?

The door creaked open, I sighed and dropped my plate of salad on the bedside table without checking who walked in -I assumed it’s Fatima.

“Fatima, go to the cafeteria and get me a bottle of…”

My words were stuck in my throat when I turned towards the door, and realized it’s Duncan that came in.

“I’m back, my heartbeat” he said with a bright smile.

I scoffed mentally, he still has the guts to smile at me after lying to me about having a stupid meeting, just to meet up with a rejected slût.

Hmm, I guess should play along and see if he’d voluntarily tell me the truth, or if I’d have to force the truth outta him.
I put on my brightest smile.

“Welcome back, baby” I said in an extremely sweet and romantic voice.

He halted abruptly when he heard the tone of my voice, he frowned slightly and stared at me suspiciously, like; am I in trouble?

Oh, darling, you don’t know you’re in deep shît this time, let’s see if you’ll come clean.

“How was your meeting?” I asked him, still maintaining my sweet tone.

“It was… ”

He trailed off as though he’s thinking of an appropriate word to use.

“…uh, smooth?” he said unsurely.

“Smooth” I repeated and nodded with a kinda pained smile.

My eyes caught a red mark on his shirt, which I know very well is a lipstick. I felt an unpleasant knot forming in my chest, making me have a little bit shortage of breath.

Is this anger? Or jealousy? It’s definitely be anger because I don’t think I’ll be jealous over that slûtty pants -merciful God, I really need to stop cursing now that I’m expecting a baby.

“My heartbeat?” he called me.

I looked away from the lipstick on his shirt, and smiled tightly at him.

“I asked if you’ve eaten dinner?”

“Oh” I pointed towards my unfinished salad. “Yeah, how was the meeting? Were you able to sign the twelve billion deal?” I asked.

He walked towards the armchair near my bed and sat down, he dropped the plastic bag of fruits and ice cream on the table.

“Yeah”

“Really?”

“Yep”

Funk, he’s seriously lying to my face.

I stared at his face for a moment, but he wasn’t looking my way, he was busy offloading the fruits from the plastic bag.

“What?” he asked when he looked my way, and realized I’ve been staring at him.

“Is there something you wanna tell me?” I asked him back.

He frowned slightly as he tilted his head.

“Is there something I’m supposed to tell you?”

My eyes briefly flicked to the lipstick on his shirt.

“Think deep, is there something you wanna clarify?”

He shook his head. I closed my eyes, why can’t he be honest with me? Maybe he need a little reminder.

“Can you come closer? I wanna whisper something in your ear” I told him.

He looked at me strangely, then looked around us as if he’s search for something.

“It’s just the two of us here, I don’t see any reasons for whispering” he said.

I smiled, and rubbed my tummy fondly, baby forgive your mama, for she’s about to lie against you -I mentally begged my baby.

“I wanna say some rotten words, I don’t want our baby to hear ’em” I lied.

His lips curved in a smile, and he quickly moved his chair very close to me. I bet he’s having naughty thoughts right now.

He leaned closer to me, bringing his ear to my mouth, but I moved back slightly and landed my hand on his cheek.

He straightened up at once and gave me a surprise look as he rubbed his left cheek.

“Ok.. should I blame this on the pregnancy hormones? Or…”

“This is no pregnancy hormones!” I cut in rudely, and angrily.

He blinked his eyes as though he’s surprise at my tone, I’m surprised too because I sounded harsher than I intended, but I’m too angry to care.

“How dare you lie to my face, Duncan?”

“Lie to your face?”

“Fuçk yes!” I snapped. “How long are you intending to lie to me? How come I can’t tell your truth from your lies?”

“I… ”

I raised my hand to cut him off.

“You lied to me that you have a meeting, but did you know I followed you, and clearly watched your car drive into Westin Bonaventure?” I paused.

I purposely avoided mentioning seeing Tasha, giving him a chance to come clean, but he simply stared at me with his eyebrows raised as his eyes widened and his mouth formed an ‘O’ shape, but he soon frowned.

“You followed me? Why?”

I rolled my eyeballs.

“That’s not important, Duncan” I pushed my hair back in frustration. “What’s important here is who did you meet in the hotel? Or do you wanna tell me, your directors changed the meeting venue at the last minute?”

“Let’s not talk about that yet, let’s eat fir… ”

“I’m not hungry, start talking to me!”

He paused and stared at me.

“Hold, don’t tell me you’re thinking I’m cheating on you, are you doubting me?”

“You tell me, because I don’t know anymore” my voice was slightly raised.

There was a moment of silence as we both stared at each other, I don’t know what’s going on with him but I sure know that I was fuming in anger.

“I’m your wife, Duncan, why can’t you trust me with whatever’s going on in your life?”

“It’s not like I don’t trust you, I’m just trying to keep you safe and…”

“To hell with keeping me safe!” I interrupted. “We had an agreement, you promised to let me know everything but why are you eating your own words now? Huh?”

“My heartbeat, I….”

“Don’t say anything, you have two options now”

He simply stared at me to state the options.

“It’s either you tell me why you went to that hotel, and who you met with, or, we go our separate ways because I can’t stay married to a man who has too many secrets”

“But…”

“There’s no but, you don’t trusting me is also making me lose my trust in you” I looked him in the eyes. “It takes two to make a relationship work”

Duncan closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, then reached for my hand.

“Fine, there was no meeting”

I rolled my eyeballs.

“Tell me something I don’t know”

“I met with Tasha Wood”

“And?”

He shook his head.

“Nothing happened between us”

“Really?” his eyes traced my gaze and they landed on Tasha’s lipstick on his shirt.

“I must have gotten this when I pushed her off me” he clarified.

I glared at him, but nodded at him to continue.

“You know I’m searching for my mother’s murderer, so…”

    >><<

THIRD PERSON’S pov.

>>An unnamed organization<<

Mr anonymous sat on his office chair, he was swivelling around with his eyes closed as he was enjoying the music playing on his phone.

Suddenly the music stopped, and his phone started ringing. He reached for it, and saw his one of his left hand man’s codename flashing on the screen, then he quickly answered the call.

“Yes, seven?”

“We’ve got the target, sir” seven reported.

He smirked.

“Good. Torture her a little bit, make a short video while you’re at it, and make sure Duncan gets it first thing tomorrow morning”

“Yes, sir” seven replied.

Mr anonymous hanged up, he threw his phone on the table and did an explosion sound, then burst into laughter as though something’s amusing him.

    >><<

An old, abandoned factory<<

The door burst open and two men entered, carrying a sack. They stopped in front of seven (Mr anonymous’s left handed man), he signaled them to drop the sack, and they roughly threw it on the ground.

A female’s muffled voice was heard as she yelped quietly and groaned in pain.

“Eleven, open it” seven ordered one of them.

TO Be Continued

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Mr Baldwin laughed for a few more seconds, and stopped to catch his breath. His eyes were fixed on her face, while he’s trying hard not to laugh anymore.

“She really did a number on you, should this be handsome and the beast?” he laughed shortly. “I wanna ask a question, were your hands tied when she was destroying your face like this?” he asked her.

“Laugh all you want, but she’s not getting away with this” Tasha said.

Mr Baldwin sobered up immediately, he suddenly recalled the reason he agreed to meet with Tasha, and cleared his throat.

“What’s my deepest secret you said you know about?” he asked her.

Tasha smirked.

“Don’t rush, darling” she said.

She sprang off her sofa and sexily jumped on Mr Baldwin’s laps, with her left arm around his neck for support, while her right hand held his chin and raised his head slightly, making him lock gaze with her.

Mr Baldwin wanted to push her off him, but he imagined her as one of his dancers and let her stay.

“You see my face?” she asked in a failed seductive voice. “Your wife did this, and do you know what this would cost me?”

“My…”

“Shhh” she placed a finger on his lips and shushed him.

Her fingers traced his lips as she licked her lips hungrily, while still staring in his eyes with a smile.

“I know you’re hiding her away from the public eyes, you don’t want people to know about her because you’re scared they might come after her, right?” she laughed.

Mr Baldwin simply stared at her quietly, waiting for her to complete her words.

“But what are you gonna do now that I already know about her?” she blinked her eyes seductively.

Her hand moved down to his chest, she unbutton the first two buttons of his t-shirt and shoved her hand inside his shirt, and drew imaginary circles on his chest, hoping it’d turn him on but he was just staring emotionlessly at her as he felt nothing from her touch.

“Do you want me to help you keep your wife a secret?”

“Of course”

Her smirk widened.

“Then you have two options, either you let me be your girlfriend and fuçk me right now, let me have a taste of your sexiness…” she trailed off and watch his expression.

“Ooh, I love fuçking!” he said in fake excitement, but it sounded so true.

“.. or I’ll tell the world who your wife really is, I’ll let everyone know she’s nothing special but pauper!”

Mr Baldwin clenched his jaw as Tasha referred to his wife as a pauper, he roughly pushed her off his laps and purposely made her fall and bumped her already multicolored face on the table.

“Ouch, that hurts” she cried in an attempted sexy voice, but unfortunately sounded whiny.

“Next time you wanna threaten someone, make sure you are using the person’s deepest secret, bîtch!” he growled.

Tasha frowned as she stand on her feet.

“Isn’t she your deepest secret?”

“No, in fact, I’ve been thinking of ways to introduce her to the world” he sighed. “But there’s no thinking any more, you can help me with the introduction and we’ll see if they’ll believe you”

“But.. but.. but…” Tasha’s speechless, she doesn’t know what to say anymore.

Mr Baldwin got up, he buttoned his shirt and gagged in disgust as he sniffed his shirt and perceived Tasha’s perfume.

“You need to change your perfume, or its scent might drive away your sugar daddies”

“I don’t have sugar daddies!” she snapped at him.

He laughed. He reached for his remaining wine on the glass and took a sip.

“I advice you leave first, I don’t want people to see me leaving with… ” he paused as he searched for the right word to describe her. “… ugh, just leave first” he found no words to describe her.

Tasha glared at him for a moment, snatched her bag from the table and angrily stormed out.

Mr Baldwin shook his head and let out a sigh.

“Pathetic” he said.

    >><<

Outside The Westin Bonaventure Hotel And Suites<<

Tasha stepped out of the hotel with a very angry frown, she glared at the building behind her and balled her fists tightly beside her.

“Just you wait, Duncan!” she snapped quietly.

She noticed a few passerbys were stealing glances at her and pointing at her face while laughing, and talking in hush voices, that’s when she remembered her scarf has falled off her head, and she wasn’t wearing her sunglasses.

She quickly covered her face with her scarf, then dashed towards the main road.

A black SUV suddenly parked in front of her immediately she reached the main road, which almost knocked her down but she jumped back very fast.

“Hey! What the hell is wrong with you?!” she bellowed at the driver, and banged on the door as she channeled all her anger and frustration to it.

The driver’s door open and a man dressed in well tailored black suit alighted, he rounded the car and stopped in front of her.

“Hi, Miss wood, I’m Peter, your new driver assigned by the agency to drive you around” he said.

She took a step back and stared at him strangely.

“New driver?” she asked with a frown.

“Yes, ma’am, Miss Rebecca sent me to pick up and bring you back to the company, she said she has something very important to discuss with you” he said.

Tasha broke into a wide grin, but stopped when her jaw hurts.

“Rebecca finally knows my worth” she giggled.

Peter smirked at her reaction.

“Miss wood?”

He opened the door to the passenger seat, and gestured her to get in.

Tasha gleefully jumped into the car, fastened her seatbelt and faced Peter with a wider grin.

“Let’s go!” she exclaimed excitedly.

“Yes, ma’am” Peter said, then rounded the car back to the driver’s side.

He clenched his teeth and narrowed his eyes creepily, before entering the car, he revved up the engine, then drove off in a very dangerous speed.

   >><<

Meanwhile, Mr Baldwin and his assistant (Lucas), were watching the scene from the parking lot where Lucas had parked their car earlier.

Although they saw everything, but they were unable to hear their (Tasha’s and Peter’s) conversation, because they were too far away.

“Sir, that man looks suspicious, do you think she’s gonna be alright?” Lucas asked.

Mr Baldwin shoved his hands in his pocket and shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t know, and I don’t care”

“But I suggest we follow them, what if he’s a bad guy and…”

“Lucas, let’s go back to the hospital, my wife must be getting bored and hungry by now” Mr Baldwin said with finality in his voice, indirectly telling Lucas not to say another word about Tasha.

“Yes, sir”

Lucas held the car’s door and Mr Baldwin slide in. Lucas shut the door, then got into the driver’s seat.

“Let’s stop by a supermarket”

“Yes, sir” Lucas answered.

He started the car and drove out of the parking lot, towards the gates.

TO Be Continued

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Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 38

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Fatima and I exchanged looks, we’re both thinking the same thing; as serious as she made it sound?

I blinked as I tried to understand what they (Mike and Jacinta) are saying. Are they actually thinking I’d be bedridden? Or they’re praying I’d be bedridden? I don’t seem to understand.

“Here you go” Jacinta handed me the flowers. “Are you alright?” she asked referring to my head.

“Yeah, thank you for the flowers” I walked towards the small bedside table and sat the flowers on the table, resting it against the wall.

“I was worried sick when Fatima told me about your fight with Tasha, I thought I would see you in heavy bandage and all” she paused briefly. “But thank goodness, you’re fine”

Mike cleared his throat.

“Yeah, that’s why she lied to me” he grumbled but we heard him perfectly clear.

“You lied to him?” I asked Jacinta.

She laughed.

“Don’t mind him, he’s just being a baby” she said.

She walked closer to me and sat on the armchair Fatima was sitting, while Fatima and I sat on the bed.

“He refused to give me a ride here, so, I lied to him that your condition is very critical and you’re still in a coma no one knows when you’re gonna wake up…” Fatima and I laughed. “… that’s how I got him to agree” she said and joined us in our laughter.

I shook my head at her story, men are such unruly species and we can only get them under our control with deception -well, I’m happy Mike and his fiancee are getting along well.

“Trust me, I won’t fall for your trick next time” Mike said.

“Trust me, baby, you’ll never stop falling for my tricks” she replied him and we all burst into laughter, including Fatima who doesn’t like Mike.

    >><<

Few Minutes Later<<

“Alright, we’ll take our leave, we have a flight to catch” Mike said checking his wrist watch.

I was about asking if they were traveling, but Jacinta spoke before me.

“Right, Rachel” I turned my attention to her. “About the business strategy I was planning on learning from you, can we start next month?”

“Why?”

“My dad’s birthday is coming up, Mike and I are going to Paris today to celebrate it with the whole family” she explained.

Oh, that’s why Mike said they have a flight to catch.

“The whole family? Is your family very big?” Fatima asked.

“Yeah, mine and Mike’s family” she said and we nodded in understanding.

“Alright, don’t forget to give us a call sometimes” I told her.

“Of course” her eyes flicked to my head. “And quick recovery” she wished me.

“Thank you, but it’s not as serious as the doctor’s making it seem” I was referring to the bandage.

She laughed, pulled us into a short hug and headed out with Mike.
I yawned softly after they’ve left, in fact I’ve been yawning even when Mike and Jacinta were still here.

“I think you should take a nap” Fatima suggested.

My eyes moved to the wall in clock hanging on the wall, it’s already past 2pm. I laid down on the bed and kicked the blanket aside.

“Please turn on the AC, I’m feeling an internal heat”

“Hm” Fatima hummed and turned the AC on. “I’ll be here until your husband gets back” she said.

“Don’t talk to me, traitor!” I grumbled, referring to her not agreeing to help me sneak out.

She simply laughed in response. My heavy eyelids closed and sleep consumed me.

    >><<

One Hour, Forty Minutes Later<<

I woke up with a strong urge to use the bathroom, only to see Duncan’s already back, he sat on the armchair and was typing away on his laptop.

“You’re back” I said, my voice was a little hoarse since I just woke from sleep.

He stopped typing and raised his head, he broke into a small smile when he saw me.

“You were sleeping when I came back, I didn’t wanna disturb you, so I let you sleep some more” he replied.

“Hm” I hummed as I climbed down from the bed. “What took you so long?” I asked, while approaching the bathroom.

“There was traffic because of an accident”

“I hope luck was on their side and no one died” I entered the bathroom.

“There wasn’t any dead bodies, but some were severely injured and I even helped bring some to the hospital” he answered.

I finished my business in the bathroom and came out, as if Duncan and I had a telepathic connection, I saw him peeling an orange which I was craving for at the time, because I saw myself eating oranges in my dream -weird human like me.

“Want an orange?” he asked.

“Yep” I replied and sat on the bed. “I can’t wait for tomorrow to come, laying on a hospital bed is very torturous” I whined.

“Sorry, baby” he sent me a wink and laughed at my ugly expression.

His phone suddenly beeped near me on the bedside table, I reached for it and saw it’s a message, then I quickly handed it to him.

“There’s a message” I told him.

“Here” he handed the orange he’s already peeled to me.

“Thanks” I said as I collected it.

His brows furrowed instantly in a tight frown as he read the message, then he shoved it in his jacket’s pocket and looked back at me with an apologetic expression.

“I.. I have an emergency meeting with the board of directors in my company” he said.

My head turned towards the wall clock.

“It’s already 4:57pm, can’t the meeting be move to tomorrow?” I asked.

“Uh.. no, it’s very urgent and my presence is required”

“But you… ”

“My heartbeat, I really need to attend this meeting, something came up and I’m gonna lose a twelve billion deal if I don’t attend this meeting”

My eyes narrowed slightly, why do I feel like he’s lying? If he wasn’t lying why would he look apologetic?

“I don’t think I’ll be back early, so I won’t join you for dinner”

He paused and looked at me, like he’s expecting me to say something but I didn’t utter any words, I have nothing to say.

“Fatima will order takeout for you, and keep you company until I get back” he said.

I didn’t say anything. I dropped the orange back on the small tray, laid on the bed with my hands behind my head and closed my eyes.

“I think I’ll catch more sleep” I told him.

He stayed silent for a moment, staring at my face and sighed.

“I’ll try my best to come back early” he kissed my forehead and rushed out.

I sat up immediately he left and glared at the door, he’s definitely hiding something. Could it be his rivals has sent him a threatening text?

“Why are you frowning?” Fatima asked as she walked in.

“Where is Duncan going?” I asked her back.

“I don’t know” she shrugged. “Aren’t you his wife? Shouldn’t you know where he’s going?”

“He didn’t tell me”

“Oh”

She reached for the orange I that I abandoned.

“Fatima, let’s follow him and see where he’s going”

“What? No, we can’t”

“Why not?” I frowned.

“Mr Baldwin wouldn’t like it, he didn’t tell you where he’s going because he didn’t want you to know” she said. “Maybe she’s trying to protect you”

I glared at her and jumped off the bed.

“To hell with protecting me, you have two options, Fatima, either you come with me and I’ll defend you in front of Duncan, or you stay here and I’ll go alone then you’ll have to explain why you let me leave my ward unguarded”

Fatima sighed, she dropped the orange and got up.

“Fine, I’ll take you” she said, she knows I’m being serious right now and she can’t stop me from leaving.

    >><<

We’ve been following Duncan’s car for some time now, we boarded a cab so he won’t notice we’re following him.

We watched Duncan’s car drove through a big gate with big and beautiful buildings inside, I raised my head and my eyes captured the words boldly written on the gates.

‘The Westin Bonaventure Hotel And Suites’

A hotel? I thought he said there’s an emergency meeting at his company? Who is he meeting in a hotel then?

Just then, I saw a woman looking around suspiciously, she’s covering her head with a scarf and wore a pair of sunglasses, it’s like she’s disguising herself. I couldn’t see her face clearly, but her stature seemed rather familiar.

“Isn’t that Tasha Wood?” Fatima asked exactly what I had in mine.

I narrowed my eyes and gritted on my teeth.

What is she doing? Why did she come immediately Duncan drove in? Or is she the one Duncan’s meeting here? Is this the very important meeting he’s talking about?

TO Be Continued

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Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 37

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THIRD PERSON’S pov.

An Anonymous Office<<

Mr anonymous sat held a photo frame in his hands, he stared at a very beautiful woman who was smiling brightly, and a little boy of about five years old, who doesn’t seem to be paying attention to the camera but the candy in his hands.

There was a sudden knock on the door, which made Mr anonymous slammed the photo on the table, covered it with a random file and adjusted himself on his chair.

“Come in” he said.

The door pushed open and his assistant walked in.

“Sir” he greeted Mr anonymous with a bow.

“Hm” Mr anonymous hummed.

“Sir, I just got news from our men”

“What?”

“It seemed like we’ve overlooked a very vital clue and evidence, and it’s now in Duncan’s hands as we speak”

“What clue?” Mr anonymous asked.

“There were two people in that truck, the driver and his errand boy”

“So?” Mr anonymous asked impatiently, it seemed like he’s already known where his assistant was heading.

“We didn’t think he’d be a barrier, so we didn’t make any arrangements for him and….”

“Will you fuçking quit beating around the corner?!” he growled and banged on the table.

“Duncan’s men has located the errand boy….”

“What?!” Mr anonymous growled as he banged on his table again, but louder than the first time.

He reached for the landline on his table and threw it at his assistant, but his assistant was fast enough to dodge it.

“You’re all useless!” he bellowed further. “I planned everything meticulously, how can you make such a silly mistake to ruin it?!”

“We’re very sorry, sir, it’s just… ”

“Sorry for your pathetic lives!”

Mr anonymous sprang up his chair, rounded his table and landed a punch on his assistant’s nose.

“First, it was that old woman and now it’s the errand boy, are you trying to say the driver will fall in his hands next?!”

“No, sir” the assistant answered, as he held his broken nose.

Mr anonymous glared at him for a while.

“Quick, try every thing you can to get the errand boy back, and find a good time to kidnap the bitçh; Mrs Baldwin!” he said pointing at Tasha Wood’s magazine laying on the table.

“Yes, sir” his assistant answered with a bow, and rushed out as if his pants were consumed by fire.

    ♣♣♣♣♣

RACHEL’S pov.

Huntington Memorial Hospital, LA<<

“Come on, Fatima, it’s not as if I’m going alone” I pleaded with Fatima pressing hard on her right arm, but her face remained stoic.

It’s been ten minutes since I was begging her to sneak me out, I’ve been begging her since Duncan left to buy me some rice pudding.

Right, he’s long back with the grape and ice cream I had requested for earlier, but I lied to him that I’m craving rice pudding and sent him to go buy some, with the intention of convincing Fatima to take me to my cafe but… convincing her to work against her boss’ order is harder than I thought.

Like seriously, I’m just realizing she’s more loyal to Duncan than me, is she still my best friend now?

“…oh, she’s not even listening to me” she snapped her fingers across my eyes, making me blink a few times.

“What? Have you finally agreed to sneak me out?”

She glared at me and scoffed.

“Rachel, your husband gave strict warning not to let you step foot out of your ward, I’m obviously digging my own grave if I sneak you out” she said.

I sighed, trying to make myself look pitiful.

“My mind is greatly troubled because…”

“Because you left your cafe open” she interrupted me, and completed my words.

I stared at her with pouted lips, my best puppy eyes and quivering lips as I was silently begging her to cooperate with me, but my evil best friend scoffed and averted her gaze from my face.

“That…” she pointed at my facial expression. “.. won’t work on me this time, because I still need my head to stay glued to my neck” she said.

She wiggled her arm from my death grip and sat on the armchair, she reached for her phone and started scrolling through it.

“Mr Baldwin already sent some men to lock up your cafe for you, and don’t worry about your money in the drawer, they’re gonna bring it back to you”

“You’re a traitor!” I barked at her. “You turn your back on me once you saw Duncan!” I said through gritted teeth.

Her shoulders shake as she laughed at my desperation and helplessness.

“Well, I must be loyal to him, he’s the one paying my salary after all” she raised her head and winked at me, which earned her a malicious glare from me.

“I can pay you too, tell me…. ”

Fatima interrupted me with a loud, hysterical and mocking laugh, she stared at me with wide eyes and pointed at me while laughing.

“What’s so funny? You think I can’t pay you?” I asked narrowing my eyes questioningly.

She laughed a few more seconds, then sobered up a little bit and wiped the corner of her eyes.

“Sure, you can pay me, but I know you won’t”

“Why did you say so?”

“Isn’t obvious?” I raised my eyebrows. “You’re too stingy and wouldn’t spend a cent on something that won’t benefit you”

I grinned at her last statement, because it’s very true.

“You know me too well” I said and we both raised our hands for a high-five.

That’s why she’s my best friend, she knows me so well and we’re always in sync.

“You’re right about me not spending my hard, earned cent on something that won’t benefit me”

“Hm” she nodded in agreement.

She reached for my grapes, but I slapped her hand away and threw her a harsh glare which she scoffed at, and snatched some grapes anyway.

“Tell me how much he pays you monthly and I’ll pay you double” I leaned forward, grabbed her by her collar and looked her straight in the eyes. “I wanna buy your loyalty” I said, then gnashed my teeth playfully at her -though her loyalty is naturally mine.

Fatima scoffed.

“You can’t pay ten percent of my salary, babygirl, just give up already”

“Just try me” I insisted.

She stared at me for a moment as though she’s weighting wether to say it, or not.

“Well, if you insist” I nodded. “Mr Baldwin pays me $7000,000 every month”

My eyes widened, I gulped but couldn’t swallow my own spit.

“A-are you sure?” I asked in a stutter.

“Hm” she hummed in response.

I grinned.

“Don’t worry, just stay loyal to him and him alone” I told her. “I don’t like buying loyalty, because loyalties that are bought with money don’t last” I told, kinda consoling myself in the process.

She laughed at me. I frowned as I mentally calculate the figures Duncan’s paying her into her account every month, then gasped as realization dawned on me and I stared at her surprisingly.

“You know what?” she gave me her attention. “I just realized you’re richer than me, way richer than me” I said.

She chuckled lightly.

“Nope, that’s not true”

“It is, my cafe can only pay me $90,000 monthly and that’s already the highest income” I said.

She rolled her eyeballs at my exaggeration.

“We aren’t talking about the money you’re making from your small cafe here”

“Then what are we talking about?” I asked.

“Your husband sends you a million dollars everyday, doesn’t that mean you’re earning thirty million dollars every month just being a housewife?”

“Oh”

“Yeah, oh” she mocked me. “I think being a housewife is more favourable, won’t you consider shutting down your cafe?” she asked suggestively.

I eyed her for making such suggestion.

“I don’t recognize that money, I only recognize the money coming from my cafe, the money I earned from working with my hands” I shrugged.

She stared at me for a moment, then shook her head.

“You’re so weird” she sighed.

“Yeah” I grinned. “So…what about my request, sneak me out?” I blinked innocently.

“Nope, and don’t make me seal tape your mouth” she said sternly, she got up and walked towards the door to shut it.

I pouted my lips at her words, I reached for a pillow and threw it at her, but she turned around quicker than I thought making her squat in time and dodged the pillow.

But coincidentally, it landed on Mike who just walked in, he caught the pillow and gave us a questioning look.

“I heard someone was involved in a serious fight and passed out” he sighed “I thought she’d be in a critical condition right now but…” he trailed off and shook his head. “Ouch!” he groaned in pain as he was smacked at the back of his head by Jacinta.

“Are you cursing her?” she asked as she walked in with a bouquet of flowers. “Can’t you see it’s not as serious as I made it sound?”

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Hmm, I’m worse than him, I don’t know what my parents look like because they abandoned me outside the orphanage’s gate with a sheet of paper where my name was written.

“I don’t know what it feels like to be loved and cared for by a father, I always envied those kids whose dads always come to pick them up after school and I wanted to have a taste so bad…but unfortunately, my dad’s cruel”

He paused and inhaled deeply, then exhaled shakily as though he’s holding back his emotions.

“So, I made it my life’s goal to be the best dad for my kids, to shower them with too much love and care, I wanna be the kind of dad every kid would wish to have and… ”

“Hey, hey, hey, stop right there!” I cut in.

“What?” he asked.

“Now let’s make something clear, he’s not gonna be just your child, he’s mine too, so please, don’t make him a spoilt brat for me” I told him warningly.

He laughed at my words.

“With a strict mom like you, I believe he’s gonna be very well behaved”

“Of course” I said proudly.

He leaned closer to my ear.

“Does this mean you’ve agreed to keep our baby?” he asked in a whisper as though he’s scared of my answer.

“Are you gonna be happy with me if I choose to abort him?” I asked him back.

“No, it might even be the end of our marriage”

I rolled my eyeballs, he’s just bluffing because he can’t afford to lose me.

“Well, congratulations, your story touched my inner conscience and I’ve decided to keep him”

He let out a long sigh of relief, though he sounded dramatic.

“Now it’s time to reward you for being merciful”

“What’s my reward?” I asked.

He turned my body slightly and was about crashing his lips on mine, that’s when we heard someone clearing their throats.

I turned my head towards the sound, only to see a man in white coat sitting on the armchair Duncan was sitting -he must be a doctor.

But when did he come in? How come we didn’t noticed him entering the ward?

I gave Duncan questioning but he smiled.

“I saw when he was entering” he said as if he heard my unasked question.

The doctor laughed.

“Hi, Mrs Baldwin, I’m your attending doctor, Anderson Clarkson” he introduced himself, reaching his hand forward for a handshake.

I reached out my hand to shake him, but Duncan beat me to it which made me rolled my eyeballs; what a possessive freak.

Doctor Anderson simply laughed at Duncan’s action, then turned to face me after shaking hands with Duncan.

“I see you’re one strong lady, you woke up way earlier than we speculated” he said.

“Oh”

“Yeah, it’s good you’re awake, are you feeling any pains in your head?” Doctor Anderson asked as he opened his clipboard.

“Nope, just a slight headache” I subconsciously touched my head.

“Uh.. I’ll prescribe some painkillers to help with the headache” he said while writing something on the clipboard.

“Thank you” I thanked him.

He nodded before turning back to Duncan.

“Mr Baldwin, you didn’t let me finish before you rushed out of my office”

He paused and laughed as if Duncan had done something funny, I raised an eyebrow at Duncan but he shook his head, silently telling me it’s nothing.

“I wanted to tell that your wife would have lost the baby because she had a very hard fall… ”

Duncan and I subconsciously rubbed my stomach when he said that.

“… but it seems like you’ve both got yourselves a very stubborn baby and I’m guessing it’s definitely gonna be a boy, because of his stubbornness” he laughed.

I shook my head in disagreement.

“I don’t want a boy, I want a girl” I looked down at my stomach. “Are you listening to your mama? Make sure you’re a girl ok?”

Doctor Anderson and Duncan laughed at my silliness, he looked at Duncan as if he’s waiting for him to make a choice too.

“I’ll go by my wife’s wish” he said.

Doctor Anderson laughed more.

“Well, I want a boy, so I’ll say your stubborn soldier refused to leave his mama”

We all laughed this time, but I stopped immediately I noticed my headache was kinda getting stronger.

“Anyways, pay extra attention to your wife from now onwards, and don’t let her stress herself too much or we can’t be so sure if your baby would be able to cling very tight to his mama next time another accident occurs”

“Of course” Duncan and I said at once.

“Alright, you’re not getting discharge today because you’re still under observation”

“Huh?”

“Hm” he nodded. “We can’t afford any mistake now, right?”

I pouted my lips.
Doctor Anderson got up.

“I have some data to resort, if you’ll excuse me” he said and headed out.

Now it’s just Duncan and I, he kissed my cheek and rubbed my tummy fondly.

“We’re gonna be parents soon, isn’t it exciting?” he asked.

“Hm” I hummed absentmindedly.

My attention wasn’t here anymore, all I’m thinking about at the moment was my cafe. I thought I’d be discharged today so I can go back to my business, but unfortunately, doctor Anderson is working against me.

Maybe I should trick Duncan into discharging me.

“Uh… Duncan?”

“Hm?”

“Can you give me a ride to my cafe?” I asked as politely as I could.

He frowned.

“No” he answered curtly. “You’re not going back to your cafe today”

“What? Why?” I asked.

“The doctor said I shouldn’t let you do any activity that would stress you, and that includes not going to your cafe” he said. “Besides, there’s no way you are getting discharge today” he repeated doctor Anderson’s words.

I turned around to face him, I put my arms around his neck and blinked innocently at him.

“I don’t stress in my cafe, I only sell ice cream and make coffees for customers”

“That’s stressful”

“No, it’s not” I argued.

“It is”

“But my cafe is still open and… ”

“I’ve sent men to go lock it up, and give up the idea of going to your cafe until our baby is born”

“Huh?”

I gaped at him, then pushed him off the bed and folded my arms on my chest, then pouted grumpily.

“You’re being over dramatic and overprotective right now”

“Of course” he replied simply.

I’m only a month and two weeks pregnant but he’s already getting all worked up?

Well, I guess this is my chance to take advantage of him and make him pay for staying away from home for six years -hehehe.

“Ugh” I groaned softly which caught his attention at once.

I leaned my on the pillow, resting my back on the small headboard and make sure my face was contorted in tiredness. My chest started rising and falling, as though I’m finding it hard to breathe.

“What’s wrong? Are you ok? Should I call the doctor?”

I shook my head in disapproval.

“I’m feeling.. I’m just feeling nauseous and…”

I trailed off and pretended as though I wanna puke, Duncan quickly reached for the small waste-bin and brought it near my mouth. But I pushed it away and shook my head, signaling him that I’m alright.
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He dropped the waste-bin and stared at me worriedly.

“I think I should call the doctor” he said as he made to get up, but I pulled him down.

“I’m fine” I paused and hiccuped. “Just buy me some fruits and ice cream and I’ll be ok”

“Fruits and ice cream?”

I nodded.

“Won’t that cause food poisoning?”

I shook my head.

“Are you sure?” I nodded.

He stared at me for a moment, then shook his head in disagreement.

“I think I should seek the doctor’s advice first and….”

I cut him off with my fake cry, I first started with a sob and quivering my lips, and before I knew it tears have started flowing down my cheeks in rapid speed.

“W-what, what’s wrong? Why are you crying? Is your head hurting?”

I shook my head to all his questions.

“Then.. then what’s wrong?”

“I…” I sniffled. “I just wanna eat some fruits and ice cream”

“But I don’t think that’s a good combination”

“It’s, it’s what the baby wanna eat” I sniffled and squeezed some tears out. “I’ll continue puking if I don’t eat what the baby wants” I opened my mouth very wide and cried very loudly.

He winced at my extremely loud cry, he slapped his hand over my mouth to muffle my cries.

“Fine, fine”

I paused, but didn’t stop sniffling in case he says something I don’t like, then I’ll pick up from where I stopped.

“Fine, I’ll get them for you” he surrendered and I smirked victoriously. “Just tell me which kind of fruits”

“Grape”

He sighed and nodded. He reached for his phone and dialed a number, he waited a few seconds before speaking.

“Fatima, go to the nearest supermarket and buy some fruits…”

“I don’t want Fatima to go” I cut in with a pout.

He paused and raised an eyebrow at me.

“I want you to go buy them yourself” I told him.

He wanted to argue, but I pretended as if I suddenly wanna puke again. He made to carry the waste-bin again, but I signaled him to rub my back instead and he did.

“Hurry, go buy the grape and ice cream” I urged him.

“But I can’t leave you alone”

“I’ll be fine” I told him.

He stared at me for a moment, then planted a lingering kiss on my forehead and dashed out.
I scoffed and shook my head.

“This is just the beginning, wait until my cravings and mood swings start” I said to myself with a smirk playing on my lips.

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RACHEL’S pov.

It felt as though some drummers were drumming very loudly inside my head, causing a severe headache for me and preventing me from sleeping to my satisfaction.

As if the headache wasn’t enough, I heard a very familiar voice talking near me and although she was trying to speak in soft voice, I still found it disturbing which urged me to open my eyes quicker than I intended.

My eyes snapped open, but was forcibly shut as I was almost blinded by the brightness around me, I squinted them and slowly open them until they’ve adjusted to the brightness.

White ceilings were the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes, and I frowned in confusion but quickly sat up and looked around frantically -a small groan escaped my lips when I felt a sharp pain at the back of my head.

“You’re awake!” I heard Fatima exclaimed quietly, but excitedly.

Fatima? What is she doing here? No, where am I? Where’s Tasha? Aren’t we supposed to be fighting in my cafe?

“Uh…I’ll tell her to call you back, I have to hang up now” she said, that’s when I noticed my phone was pressed against her ear.

Hold on, my phone? What’s she doing with my phone?!

I looked around me again, taking note of the little details, like; bedsheets, the walls, the disinfectant smell and even my outfit…then I realized I’m in a hospital.

Hospital?

That’s when my last memory came rushing back to me, I touched my head and noticed the bandage. I guess I was rescued in time, but who rescued me? Tasha?

Nope, that’s not possible.

I tensed as Fatima pulled me into a tight hug, she rested her chin on my shoulder and hugged me tighter to the extent I was gasping for air.

“Thank goodness, you’re alright” she said.

“I…” cough “I.. won’t be alright in the next five seconds if you don’t release me” I replied, patting her back desperately and she quickly let go.

“Fuçk! Bitçh, you scared the day light outta me!” she said in a scolding tone.

For a moment, I forgot about my headache and broke into a smile, because it’s been long since I saw her; two months now. But I suddenly recalled we weren’t on talking terms, no let’s say, I wasn’t on talking terms with her.

“Rachel, I’m really sorry for hiding my real identity from you, but that was the only way I could approach and stay by your side to protect you” she paused. “It wasn’t my intention to hide, I really take our friendship seriously and I swear, I’ll never consider myself your bodyguard”

I stared at her for a moment, then took a deep breath and sighed.

“Actually, I’m not mad at you…”

“Really?!” she cut in eagerly.

I rolled my eyeballs at her.

“I’m not mad at you, I was just disappointed and…” I trailed off. “It’s fine, I miss you”

I opened my arms and called her in for a hug, which she dived in without hesitation and we hugged tightly.

But we jerked in shock and pulled apart, when Duncan pushed the door open and barged in like a mad man.

His eyes searched the room until they landed on me, he dashed towards me, pushed Fatima out of his way, held my face in his hands and crashed his lips on mine.

My eyes widened in surprise and confusion, as I wondered what’s going on, and why he seem so happy because I could feel his happiness in his kiss.
Fatima winked at me and quickly excused herself, shutting the door behind her.

The door creaked open and Fatima stuck her head inside, she cleared her throat but Duncan ignored her and didn’t break the kiss.

“Jacinta called your phone, and she’d be here any minute” she said and left completely.

Duncan sucked on my lips without giving me a chance to even kiss back, but he decided to break the kiss after a few moments. He grinned brightly as he stared at my face admiringly, which made me furrow my eyebrows.

“Ok.. can I know what’s going on?” I asked.

He grinned wider instead of replying me, then I came to a crazy conclusion and gasped.

“Don’t tell me you’re happy that I hurt my head!” I subconsciously touched my head. “Is that how much you hate me now? You’re rejoicing over my injury? Do you even have a hea…”

He crashed his lips on mine again and cut off my blabbing, but he only kissed me very briefly this time.

“Thank you, my heartbeat” was the first words he said, with a smile.

“Thank me?” I raised an eyebrow.

He stared at my face for a while, before flicking his gaze towards my stomach and let his gaze linger there.

I wrapped my arms around my stomach on instincts, and slightly turned away from him.

“Why are you behaving like a weirdo?”

“We’re having a baby” he said.

“What? A baby?!”

He nodded with a smile. I blinked a few times, then looked down at my flat stomach and hit it a little bit hard a few times, as if I would hear a baby’s cry to confirm if there’s truly a baby inside my stomach.

“What are you doing?” Duncan asked.

He caught my hand with his eyes widened in fear and panic, as he stopped me from hitting my stomach any further.

“Are you sure we’re expecting a baby?”

“Yes, and don’t hit your stomach again or you might hurt him!” he frowned sternly at his last statement.

He pulled an armchair near my bed and sat down, he dropped some papers on my laps, then signaled me to go through them.

I didn’t have to reach for the papers, before my eyes capture three words glaring right at me.

‘Pregnancy test; positive’

Positive, doesn’t that mean I’m really pregnant?

It’s not as if I’m surprised or something, because I know there’s a hundred percent possibility of me getting pregnant since I haven’t been taking any pills after sèx.

In fact, I had suspected it’s possible that I’m pregnant, since the day I puked on Duncan during our last make out session, but I’ve been in denial.

Learning about Duncan’s other lifestyle (his involvement in the Mafia world), has install an unknown fear in me and although I’m not saying it, but its making me have a second thought about having a baby with Duncan, hence, I’ve been denying this fact until today.

“Why do I think you’re looking sad? Aren’t you happy we’re having a baby?” he asked.

“Uh.. I’m…”

I didn’t know what to say. Am I feeling happy or sad or scared? I don’t know.

Duncan reached for my hands, he kissed my knuckles softly and squeezed my palms gently.

“Are you scared?” he asked.

I nodded quickly.

“Duncan, I don’t think it’s the right time for us to have kids” I said.

“Why?”

I withdrew my right hand from his and tucked some hair behind my ear.

“It’s too dangerous at the moment”

“Dangerous?”

“Yes” I answered.

“Why do you think it’s dangerous?” he asked.

I simply stared at him, wondering if I should tell him my fears or just abort this baby without his knowledge.

But he’s gonna be mad at me for the rest of his life if he finds out, because I recall lying to him that I’ve been taking pills and his reaction wasn’t so good.

“Talk to me, my heartbeat, why do you think it’s dangerous to have kids?” he asked again.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, it’s better I tell him what I think, then it’s left for him to make a decision.

“You’re searching for your mother’s murderer, right?”

He nodded.

“And of course it’s gonna bring us a lot of troubles, which I’m very certain are gonna come real soon”

“My heartbeat…. ”

“Duncan, you have enemies everywhere, imagine, just two months ago we were attacked by some people I don’t even know, how can I guarantee my child’s safety when I can’t even guarantee mine?”

“You don’t have to worry about your’s or our baby’s safety, all you have to do is take good care of yourself and leave every other thing to me, I’ll protect both of you”

He was staring in my eyes while saying these words, I could see joy, desperation and determination in his eyes.

These emotions in his eyes made me wondered why he’s hell bent on having a child of his own?

“Let’s abort it”

“NO!” he disagreed quickly, his face went blank at once and free of every emotions. “Abortion is not an option in our marriage” he added.

I frowned slightly.

“You wanna be a dad at all cost”

“Of course”

My frown deepened at his reply. Why does he want to have a child by all means? Has he contracted some kind of deadly disease, and he wanna make sure he have a heir before his death?

God forbid! Why would such a silly thought cross my mind? It’s best I ask him to know the real reason, instead of jumping into conclusion.

“I wanna ask you a question”

“Yeah” he permitted me to ask away.

“Why are you so eager to be a dad?” I asked him.

He let go of my hand, got up and joined me on the bed -I guess it’s a vip ward because this bed is almost as big as our king size bed.

He sighed deeply.

“You know, I am an only child, I grew up alone with no siblings to play with or pull a prank on”

I raised an eyebrow at him.

“You grew up alone with no siblings?” he nodded. “What about me? Wasn’t I with you? Doesn’t that mean I was your little sister?” I asked, referring to our days at the orphanage.

He broke into a small smile and wrapped his arms around my waist, hugging me sideways and placed a kiss on my shoulder.

“I’ve never considered you to be my little sister”

“Huh?”

“Yeah, not even once. I guess I’ve always being in love with you right from the start, you’re the first kid that spiked my interest when I came to the orphanage and… ” he trailed off.

I waited for him to continue but he didn’t, I slightly tilted my head and looked at his face only to see he’s blushing.

“Why are you blushing?” I asked.

He cleared his throat.

“I started finding you interesting, and eventually developed a crush on you”

“Oh”

I blinked. I never knew he was crushing on me then, because he was always cold and distant, and I had to go extra mile to make him say hello to me and be friends with him.

“So… what’s the real reason you are hell bent on having a kid?” I rephrase my question.

He stayed silent for a moment, I couldn’t wait to hear his reason but I didn’t rush him into saying it either.

“Before I came to the orphanage back then, it’s always me and my mom” he said after a long moment of silence. “I grew up without my father’s love and care, and I don’t even know what he looks like”

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Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 34

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Rebecca sighed, she turned away from Tasha and faced the doctor.

“Doctor, what can we do to her face, to bring it back to normal?” she asked the doctor.

“Nothing” the doctor replied. “Her face is bruised and it will eventually heal on its own”

“I know it’s gonna heal on its own, but isn’t there something we can apply to fasten the healing process?” she asked.

“Of course”

The doctor collected an ointment from her coat’s pocket and handed it to Rebecca.

“I always carry that with me in case of emergencies like this” she nodded towards Tasha who’s still murmuring. “Help her apply it on her bruises and she’s gonna recover soon”

“Is there anything else? Like is she gonna stay here under observation?”

“There’s no need for that, she can go home and…” she ripped off what the nurse has been scribbling on her clipboard. “.. here’s some painkillers I’ve prescribed for her, get them and make sure she takes them accordingly”

“Thank you, doctor” Rebecca said as she collected the prescription.

The doctor simply nodded in response.

“Excuse me, I have other things to do” then the doctor and her nurse left the ward.

Rebecca turned back to Tasha, she’s (Tasha) busy checking out every bruise inflicted on her during her fight with Rachel.

“My career is over, it’s done and…”

“Quit whining!” Rebecca snapped at her. “You’re sure very bold going to her cafe to accuse her without any evidence, you’re lucky she didn’t kill and have your body buried in her backyard”

“The note was evidence” Tasha retorted back. “She clearly wrote it”

“You’re just helpless, Tasha”

Tasha ignored her, she glared at the empty space in front of her, but in her mind she’s glaring at Rachel.

“I heard the men that came to her rescue call her Mrs Baldwin, could it be she’s really Duncan’s mysterious wife?” she questioned herself silently.

Rebecca raised an eyebrow at her.

“What are you murmuring to yourself?”

Tasha ignored her and smirked.

“She think she’s won” she shook her head. “No, she hasn’t, it’s not over yet because I’ll make her regret ever getting in my way” Tasha promised.

“She got in your way?” Rebecca scoffed. “I think you’re the one forcing your way in”

“I don’t care what you think!” Tasha snapped. “Find a way to get me outta this hospital, I have something to do outside” she said.

“What do you wanna do?”

“What I wanna do is none of your business!”

Rebecca stared at her for a moment, then sighed and shook her head in disappointment.

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Doctor Anderson’s Office<<

“Have a seat” doctor Anderson showed Mr Baldwin to a sofa.

Mr Baldwin sat down, he waited impatiently for doctor Anderson who walked towards the small fridge in his office, he took a bottle of fruit wine, two glasses and headed back to join Mr Baldwin.

He opened the wine and poured some into the glasses before sitting down.

“Here” he gestured towards the glass of wine he’s poured for Mr Baldwin.

Mr Baldwin nodded, but he didn’t touch it.

“How’s my wife? Is she really alright?” he asked with urgency in his voice.

Doctor Anderson chuckled at his eagerness, he took a sip from his wine and set the glass down on the table.

“Calm down, Mr Baldwin, your wife’s condition is not serious at all” he said calmly.

Mr Baldwin stared at him for a moment, he reached for his glass of wine and perceived it, then looked back at doctor Anderson wondering if he’s drunk from fruit wine.

“Her condition is not serious at all?” doctor Anderson shook his head. “Then what about Jeff’s clothes that’s almost covered in her blood? Isn’t …”

He was cut off by doctor Anderson’s chuckled.

“Mr Baldwin, your wife is a very healthy woman and she has more than enough blood in her system, hence she would bleed a lot at even the slightly wounds”

Mr Baldwin frowned as though he can’t understand what doctor Anderson’s trying to say.

“Your wife didn’t sustain any big injury, it was just a tiny at the back of her head, but it’s a little bit deep because it was pierced by a brad nail”

“A brad nail?”

“Yes, she bled only a lot because of the excess blood in her system”

Mr Baldwin frowned deeply as he thought about the doctor’s explanation.

“Hold on, you mean Jeff’s…” he nodded at Jeff who stood outside the door, but in line of their sight. “… Jeff was almost covered in my wife’s blood, just because of a tiny wound?”

“Yes, Mr Baldwin”

Mr Baldwin shut his eyes, he inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly in relief.

“But that wasn’t the reason she passed out, she…”

“Huh?”

“She passed out because she’s been under too much pressure recently, which isn’t so good at this early stage and I’ll advice…”

Mr Baldwin raised his hand and doctor Anderson stopped his words halfway. He tilted his head again, then gave the doctor a confused and questioning look.

“Early stage?” the doctor nodded. “What early stage? Didn’t you just said my wife is very healthy? Why is there an early stage now?”

Without waiting for Anderson’s reply, a crazy thought has crossed his mind and his eyes grew wide as fear gripped him.

“Don’t tell me my wife has cancer”

Anderson frowned at Mr Baldwin’s wide imagination.

“Cancer? What cancer? She doesn’t have cancer”

“Then what early stage are you talking about?”

Doctor Anderson sighed.

“I meant the early stage of her pregnancy”

“Huh?!”

Mr Baldwin stared blankly at doctor Anderson, he seemed lost and confused at his words.

“W-what did you just say?” he asked to confirm if his ears were actually working.

“I said it’s still the early stage of your wife’s pregnancy” doctor Anderson repeated his words.

Mr Baldwin fell back on the sofa, he threw his head back and closed his eyes as he processed doctor Anderson’s words.

“Alright… from your expression, I can tell you don’t know about her pregnancy yet” he chuckled.

After a few moments, Mr Baldwin lifted himself off the sofa and faced Anderson.

“Let me get this straight once more, you mean, there’s a tiny human growing inside my wife’s stomach?”

“Yes, sir”

“Are you sure? Because we’re talking about a living, breathing human here?”

“Yes, Mr Baldwin, your wife is five weeks pregnant” the doctor repeated his words and handed some papers to him. “I’m not a gynecologist, but you can trust me on this”

Mr Baldwin stared at the papers with a surprise expression at first, then he burst into a very wide grin as he continued staring at the papers.

He saw water drop on the paper and was wondering where it came from, until the doctor ask…

“Why are you crying, Mr Baldwin? Are you ok?”

He raised his head at once.

“I’m crying?” he asked back.

“Yes” doctor Anderson answered with a nod.

He (Mr Baldwin) felt something rushing down his right cheek, he quickly reached for it and touched it, then he chuckled loudly.

“I’m crying, I’m really crying!” he said in a shocked tone. “But why am I crying?” he asked rhetorically.

Doctor Anderson laughed shortly.

“I guess you’ve been waiting to be a dad for a long time” he said.

“My dream is finally coming true, I’m gonna a dad!”

“You’re way happier than most expecting dads I’ve seen” Anderson commented. “Is there a special reason for it?”

Mr Baldwin closed his eyes as he kissed the papers, imagining he’s kissing his wife at the moment.

“You won’t understand the reason for my joy right now” he paused as he got up. “I’ve gotta go see my wife”

“Uh.. I wanted to talk to you about…”

“We’ll talk about every other thing later, I’m going to see my wife right now!” Mr Baldwin cut the doctor off.

Without waiting for doctor Anderson’s reply, he snatched the results from the table and dashed out of the office.

“My wife is pregnant! I’m gonna be a dad! Someone’s gonna call me daddy soon!”

He shouted as he raced down the hallway towards his wife’s ward, luckily his bodyguards already had the floor cleared, hence there wasn’t anyone around to witness his madness.

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THIRD PERSON’S pov.

Huntington Memorial Hospital, LA<<

Mr Baldwin leaped out of the car even before Lucas could drive into a space, at the parking lot of Huntington Memorial Hospital and park the car properly, he dashed towards the building and Fatima rushed after him without wasting time -she’s worried about her friend.

He bumped into few people as he was in a hurry to get to the emergency room, but he didn’t stop to say sorry because he knew Fatima will do that on his behalf.

“Mr Baldwin” Jeff and the others greeted him with a bow, the moment they saw him approaching them.

He narrowed his eyes and his brows furrowed as his eyes settled on the bloodstains on Jeff’s clothes, he closed his eyes and balled his fist as different scenarios of how fatal his wife’s condition would be right now, played in his mind.

He inhaled deeply, before opening his eyes again.

“Don’t tell me that’s my wife’s blood all over you” he said through gritted teeth.

Jeff and the other bodyguards nodded silently as they quickly looked down at their feet, trying by all means to avoid soul sucking gaze.

None of them could utter any words, or was ready to speak because they knew Mr Baldwin is livid at the moment and wouldn’t mind sending anyone to his grave right here.

“Are y’all lizards?!” his voice was calm, but anger laced each word. “Fuçking answer me with words!” he thundered which made them flinched back slightly.

Jeff coughed quietly to clear his throat, before speaking.

“Y-yes, sir” Jeff answered in a short stutter.

Mr Baldwin growled lowly, he turned around and punched the wall behind him, creating a big crack on it which resulted to him bruising his knuckles.

“Where the hell were you all when the fight was fuçking going on?! Why didn’t none of you stop ’em?!” he roared in Jeff’s face.

“S-sir, you, you said…”

“Shut up!” he cut Jeff off. “I said what? Huh?!”

He grabbed Jeff’s collar, and pulled him close bring Jeff’s left ear closer to his mouth.

“Now listen and listen good” he said and Jeff nodded.

He stayed silent for a moment, then let go of Jeff’s collar and pushed him back to his previous position. His brows knitted together in a deep frown, his eyes narrowed as he glared at them emotionlessly, which made them shiver and bowed their heads even more.

“If my wife doesn’t wake up in five minutes, I swear, I won’t spare any of you!”

They secretly exchange glances, then stepped back.

“I’ll skin you alive and have everyone in each of your families killed in cold blood!” he promised in a dangerously low and calm voice.

“Yes, sir” they replied simultaneously.

Mr Baldwin took a few steps towards the door, he stopped in front of it and stared at it with his hands tucked in his pockets.

“Where’s the bitçh now?!” he asked, referring to Tasha.

The body guards looked at each other, quietly suggesting who’d make the report this time.
Jeff cleared his throat again and spoke.

“Uh….”

He cleared his throat again as if there’s a lump hanging there.

“Mrs Baldwin did a number on miss Tasha before she fell and passed out”

He paused and cleared his throat, which earned him a glare from Mr Baldwin.

“Miss Tasha is receiving treatment too as we speak”

“In this same hospital?”

“Yes, sir”

Mr Baldwin balled his fist, he turned around and was ready to go search every ward until he finds Tasha, but the doors open and a man in white coat (a doctor) came out of the emergency room.

“Family of Mrs Baldwin?” he asked no one in particular, as his eyes flicked between Mr Baldwin, Jeff and the bodyguards who were all dressed in black suits.

“I’m her husband” Mr Baldwin answered.

The doctor nodded, but suddenly paused as he narrowed his eyes in confusion when he took a closer look at Mr Baldwin, then recognition dawned on him.

“Aren’t you Duncan Baldwin?” he asked with a smile, as if seeing Mr Baldwin is a great honor to him.

“Yes. How is my wife doing?” Mr Baldwin answered curtly, and quickly asked about his wife’s condition, to change the topic and prevent the doctor from asking further questions.

He (Mr Baldwin) tilted his head and peeked inside the emergency room to catch a glimpse of his wife, but she wasn’t in his line of sight.

The doctor cleared his throat.

“I’m Anderson Clarkson, and I’m gonna be your wife’s attending doctor” he introduced himself. “Please come with me to my office let’s talk more” the doctor said and led the way.

But he stopped walking when he realized Mr Baldwin wasn’t following him, he turned back to Mr Baldwin only to find him about entering the emergency room.

“Mr Baldwin” he called, and Mr Baldwin stopped immediately. “We can talk better in my office”

“Then what about my wife? Isn’t she supposed to come out with you? Or is her condition that serious?”

“Don’t worry, Mr Baldwin, the nurses will take her to a ward” doctor Anderson assured him.

“But I want to see my wife first, I want to know what’s going on with her”

“I assure you she’s fine and you’ll see her very soon, just come with me first”

Mr Baldwin wanted to argue, but he closed his eyes and decided against it.

“Let’s go” he told doctor Anderson.

Doctor Anderson nodded and led the way, with Mr Baldwin following behind, but Jeff’s rushed to catch up with him.

“What about miss Tasha? Should we deal with her?” he asked.

“Not yet, I will check out my wife’s condition first and decided wether to punish her or not” he turned to face Fatima. “Stay with my wife until I get back” the he rushed after doctor Anderson.

   >><<

In Another Ward<<

“Hello, I’m Rebecca Louise, I’m here for Miss Tasha Wood” Rebecca introduced herself to a nurse who had stopped her from entering the ward.

Tasha broke into a smile immediately she heard Rebecca’s voice, but the smile vanished and was replaced with a frown, as she groaned in pain when she felt her cheeks and jaw hurting.

She tilted her head slightly and saw Rebecca showing her ID card to the nurse, her (Tasha’s) frown deepened as she threw a glare at the doctor for pressing too hard on a bruise in her arm.

“Fuçking let her in, she’s my manager” Tasha said rudely, averting her gaze from the doctor to the nurse.

The nurse nodded and made way for Rebecca who rushed in, but her steps faltered when her eyes landed on Tasha. Rebecca stared particularly at Tasha’s face, with her mouth slightly open as though she couldn’t believe what she’s seeing.

“A-are you Tasha?” she asked.

Tasha frowned even more at her question.

“Or did I come into the wrong ward?” she asked further.

Tasha rolled her eyes.

“Don’t be so dramatic, the doctor said it isn’t that bad” Tasha told her.

“Isn’t that bad?”

Rebecca tilted her head to get a proper view of Tasha’s face, she hissed as she shook her and searched inside her bag for something.

“I can’t even see any resemblance between you now and the model version of you” she said, she pulled out a small mirror and handed it to Tasha. “As a model this is surely a big deal for you”

Tasha glared at the mirror for a moment, then she scoffed and snatched it from Rebecca. The doctor’s done tending to her bruises by now, and she’s talking to her nurse who in turn, was jotting down whatever the doctor’s telling her.

“Go on, check yourself out in the mirror” Rebecca urged Tasha.

Tasha rolled her eyeballs, before looking in the mirror. Her eyes widened in horror as if she’s just seen a ghost, her mouth hang open but no sound came out and she shook her head in denial as her reflection stared back at her.

Her once sparkling and flawless face, is now having multicolor, blue, red, black and green bruises covered almost every part of her face, and there seemed to be horns on her forehead.

The mirror fell off her hand as she released an ear piercing shriek, everyone in the ward covered their ears and her shriek lasted for a while.

“No, no, no, that’s not me, that’s not me” she denied in panic as she continued shaking her head in denial. “The mirror is an enchanted mirror, it changes people’s appearances into a monster’s.. that wasn’t me” she continued denying.

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“You’re so helpless, see yourself out… I’m very busy” I waved my cleaning rag at her and turned back to the table I was cleaning.

“I know it’s you and you can’t deny it” she grabbed my hair at once and pulled me back by it.

Oh no, bîtch, you didn’t just do that.

“You’ve messed up my hair and it fûcking hurt, let go” I told her, but the idiot didn’t listen.

I turned around and landed a resounding slap on her pancaked face, before grabbing her hair too. We both started pulling each other’s hair as hard as we could.

“Fuçking let go of my hair!” she growled.

“Let go of my hair first!” I growled back.

Instead of letting go, she pulled harder and I didn’t relent, I also pulled her hair as hard as I could. After some minutes she let go of my hair, but started hitting me with her bag and trying to scratch my face with her long nails.

In desperation of fighting back, I randomly snatched my mop from the bucket of soapy water and started flogging her with it, not even caring wether it landed on her face or any other body parts -my main aim at that moment was to teach her a lesson she’d never forget.

“How” smack “dare” smack “you” smack “come to” smack “my cafe” smack “to fight me” smack “over my husband?” smack “what gave you” smack “the right” smack “to come to my cafe” smack “to question or threaten or warn me?” smack, smack, smack.

Tasha was still struggling to hit me with her bag, but her bag couldn’t touch me with the help of my mop. I soon stopped using the mop before I turn into a murderer, I threw it away and kicked her right leg which made her crouched down as she held her leg, and groaned in pain.

“Now get out of my cafe, and never come back here!”

I grabbed her hair and started pulling her towards the door, but I suddenly started feeling dizzy and I felt my chest tightening as I couldn’t breathe and gasped for air.

What’s going on? Why am I feeling so tired and exhausted? And why does it feel as if I’m gonna die in a minute?

I stopped pulling Tasha’s hair and massaged my forehead as I started staggering, Tasha saw this as an opportunity and she pushed me real hard -i’m sure she used all her strength.

I was already staggering before she pushed me, so I couldn’t hold myself and lost my balance, then I found myself falling to the ground.

My back finally touched the ground, and my head hit the already hard floor super hard, sending immerse pain shooting through my head.

I released a very sharp and pained gasp, as I felt the earth turning around.

Tasha stared at me with her mouth hanging open and her eyes widened in fear, as if she can’t believe what just happened or what’s happening.

Why does she look so surprised that she just won the fight? Shouldn’t she be happy and be over the moon for her victory?

I felt something wet touching my back and wetting my blouse, I reached my hand back to feel it and frowned slightly when I touched some liquid. I pulled back my hand and checked it out, only to realize it’s blood -my blood.

My dizziness increased immediately I saw my blood, I began seeing black dots and before I knew it, darkness pulled me in.

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THIRD PERSON’S pov.

Tasha watched frighteningly as Rachel’s blood spread on the floor, until it formed a small pool. She couldn’t move or call for help as she was in a state of shock, and her whole body was at the thought of her being a murderer.

Rachel’s phone starting ringing in her (Rachel’s) pocket, and that pulled Tasha back to reality.

She quickly searched her bag, pulled out her phone and shakily dialed 911. She paced impatiently as she waited for the call to get connected.

“Hello, 911, what’s your emergency?” a calm, but deep male voice asked from the other end.

“I.. we… she..”

“Take a deep breath, and tell me your emergency” the voice guided her.

She very briefly closed her eyes and took a quick deep breaths, then speak again.

“Someone just passed out.. blood, there’s blood everywhere and… ”

A loud gasp was heard from the door which interrupted Tasha’s report and made her tensed, she turned around and saw a teenage school girl standing by the door with her hands over her mouth, while she stared frighteningly at Rachel’s unconscious body.

“You killed her” the girl gasped out, then fell in a thud and passed out.

Just at that moment, five hefty men rushed inside and pushed Tasha out of the way, then gave their attention to Rachel.

“Mrs Baldwin, Mrs Baldwin” they called hoping she’d open her eyes, but sadly she didn’t.

“Miguel, quick, get the car ready let’s take her to the hospital” one of them shouted.

Miguel rushed out, the one who had commanded Miguel to get the car ready, carried Rachel in his arms and rushed towards the door.

“What about them?” another pointed at Tasha and the teenage, who’s still laying on the ground.

“Bring the school girl with us to the hospital” he glared maliciously at Tasha. “Leave her for Mr Baldwin” with that he dashed out completely.

   >><<

Baldwin’s Penthouse, Beverly hills, California<<

“We’ve caught the driver, but unfortunately, his condition is worse than nanny Pamela’s” Lucas said.

Mr Baldwin tapped on the table as he stared blankly at the photo of a man, the more he looked at the photo the more his gaze hardens and his veins pumped in anger.

“What should we do? Should we…”

Mr Baldwin’s ringtone blared loudly, interrupting Lucas. Mr Baldwin checked the caller’s ID and saw it’s Jeff (his wife’s secret bodyguard) calling, he signaled Lucas to hold on and answered the call.

“Yes, Jeff?” he answered the call.

“Mr Baldwin, there an accident at Mrs Baldwin’s cafe” Jeff’s voice came up.

“An accident?” his brows furrowed instantly.

“Yes, sir, she was in a fight with Miss wood, but suddenly fell and hit her head on the floor, then she started bleeding heavily and passed out”

Mr Baldwin sprang off his chair as his eyes widened, and great fear gripped him.

“What?!” he growled. “Then why the hell are you wasting time reporting back to me? Fuçking take her a hospital right now!!” he barked worriedly.

“We’re on our way to the nearest hospital as we speak, sir”

“Good, send me the hospital’s address in two seconds, I’m on my way!” he hanged up and shoved the phone back in his pocket.

“What’s going on, Mr Baldwin?” Fatima asked, and Lucas nodded as though that’s what he was gonna ask too.

“My wife passed out, we’re going back to LA right now” Mr Baldwin replied and dashed towards the door, Lucas and Fatima rushed after him.

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The Next Morning, Baldwin’s Penthouse, Beverly hills, California<<

Mr Baldwin stared lovingly at his phone with a small smile, he seemed to be watching something very interesting and fun.

He elevator stopped, he stepped out and walked into the living room. His steps faltered when he saw a familiar old woman sitting on a rocking chair at the terrace, she looked lost as she was staring at people walking down the street.

She shivered slightly, then Mr Baldwin remembered it’s windy outside and took fast steps towards her as he took off his jacket, with the intention of putting it around her shoulders. But then he stopped when he saw Fatima rushing towards her with a shawl.

“Nanny Pamela, how about we go inside?” Fatima asked the old woman (nanny Pamela) suggestively.

Nanny Pamela didn’t respond, she simply shook her head in disagreement and shrugged the shawl off her shoulders. Fatima picked it up and put it around her shoulders again, but she still stubbornly shrugged it off.

“Keep it, nanny Pamela, it’s windy outside” but there was still no response from her.

Mr Baldwin cleared his throat to make his presence known, Fatima raised her head, her mouth parted slightly when she saw Mr Baldwin and quickly rushed to meet him.

“Good morning, Mr Baldwin” Fatima greeted him.

“Hm” Mr Baldwin hummed in response and nodded towards nanny Pamela. “What’s going on?” he asked.

Fatima glanced at nanny Pamela’s way, then sighed tiredly.

“We haven’t been able to get anything from her, she hasn’t uttered a word since we arrived and she wouldn’t stop looking outside, like that” she reported.

Mr Baldwin nodded and patted Fatima’s shoulder encouragingly.

“You’ve tried” he said. “Let’s not force her, I guess she’s just scared and with time she’ll open up to us”

Fatima simply nodded. Then Mr Baldwin collected the shawl from Fatima and walked towards nanny Pamela.
He went in front of her and squatted to her level, he reached for her hand and rubbed it softly.

“Nanny Pamela” he called softly, but loud enough for nanny Pamela to hear.

She tensed immediately she heard his voice, she tore her gaze away from the road and looked down at him, but his head was faced down so she couldn’t see his face.

He raised his head and nanny Pamela’s eyes grew wide, she quickly snatched her hand from Mr Baldwin’s as though his hand just burnt hers.

Her eyes watered as she stared at him with uncertainty and fear lingering in her eyes.

“Nanny Pamela” he called her again. “Do you remember me?”

Nanny Pamela simply stared at him without saying a word, soon tears started flowing down her cheeks and she slowly stood up from her chair.

“It’s me, Duncan Baldwin, do you remember?” he asked again with a small smile.

This time nanny Pamela shook her head, then rushed back into the living room and ran upstairs. Mr Baldwin followed her immediately, but she rushed into a room and slammed the door shut, then locked it from inside.

“Open the door, nanny Pamela” Mr Baldwin banged on the door. “I just wanted to tell you some good news, please open the door” he said.

He waited for a while, but the door remained lock and there wasn’t no sign of it opening soon.

He sighed.

“Nanny Pamela, I just wanted tell you that Rachel and I got married, and although we don’t have kids yet but we’re doing fine” he said.

He slumped down and sat on the floor by the door, with his back resting against the wall and his arms resting on his knees.

“Do you know your Rachel is even more stubborn and naughtier than before?”

He paused, their memories from the orphanage briefly replayed in his mind and he laughed at it.

“Rachel and I have been married for six years now, I know I haven’t been home for almost those six years, but I really, really do love her and I never stopped loving her” he smiled. “She’s the only one for me, but I’m mad at her right now”

His smile turned into a pout.

“I wanna have a baby with her, but she doesn’t want it” he pouted even more. “Fine, I understand if she’s scared because my world is dangerous and my enemies are always waiting for an opportunity to strike, but if I can protect her, I see no reason why I can’t protect our baby too”

He heard fast footsteps approaching him, he turned towards the sound and realized it’s Lucas.

“Mr Baldwin” he greeted with a bow.

Mr Baldwin simply nodded.

“Sir, there’s news about the driver” Lucas said.

Mr Baldwin got up, he stared at the closed door and sighed for the ninth time.

“Have some rest, nanny Pamela, we’ll talk more some other time” with that he headed downstairs, with Lucas closely following behind.

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RACHEL’S pov.

R&F Coffee and Ice Cream Parlor<<

My phone vibrated and beeped in my pocket while I was cleaning a table, I reached for it and saw a text from my darling, but annoying husband. I quickly opened the conversation.

‘Good morning, Mrs Baldwin, how was your night? Just wanna let you know I landed safely yesterday, I was too busy after landing, so I forgot to call or text you. I’ll call you back when I’m less busy later’

I rolled my eyeballs and smiled while reading his message. Does this mean he’s finally come back to his senses and calm down?

Just then the bells chimed indicating someone just entered the cafe, I shoved my phone back in my pocket and snatched my cleaning rag off the table -don’t want my customers to think I’m a dirty woman.

“Good morning, and welcome to…” I swallowed my words when I raised my head and came face to face with Tasha.

What is she doing here so early in the morning? Has she come to make trouble again?
I coughed to clear my throat, because what I’m about to say will so much irritate her.

“Yo, world’s highest paid supermodel, don’t you think you just walked into the wrong place?” I asked her with an overly sweet smile.

Her eyes looked around like she did the first time she came here, then her face contorted in disgust and she scoffed.

“Never thought I’ll come to this filthy place again”

She dusted her skirt and blouse, then reached for a handkerchief in her bag and covered her nose.
Oh, really? Are we playing this game?

“I don’t even know why I came back to this filthy place in the first… ”

“You came back because you’re a pig!” I cut in. “After all, everyone knows pigs love filths” I said, emphasizing on ‘pig’.

“You.. how dare you call me a pig?!” she raised her hand to slap me, but I caught her hand on reflex and raised a challenging eyebrow at her.

“How dare you say my cafe is a filthy place?!” I growled back at her, then pushed her off and she almost lost her balance, but was very quick to find her balance.

My eyes moved down to her shoes, then I shook my head. You wanna start a fight while wearing a twelve inches heel, aren’t you just digging your own grave?

“I wouldn’t come here if it wasn’t for your stupid note!” she snapped.

My brows furrowed.

“Note? What note?” I asked in a surprised tone.

“Don’t pretend to be innocent, I know what you’re trying to do and listen to me, you don’t scare me”

What is she talking about? I don’t seem to understand anything.
She searched her bag and pulled out a squeezed paper, then threw it at me, which I tried to catch but couldn’t.

“You sent me that threat note, didn’t you? You think I wouldn’t know this is one of your sick games?” she scoffed. “You can’t trick me, I’m way ahead of you”

I picked the paper and opened it to see what’s written inside.

‘Your husband is being stubborn, we’re coming for you’

These were the words written on the paper, and each words were written in red ink.

I raised my head and stared at Tasha with a deep frown. She’s being posing as Mrs Baldwin recently, could it be someone’s trying to harm Duncan through his wife? This note was actually meant for me?

It’s very clear now, super clear to me the reason Duncan was hiding me from the public eyes, it must be because of situations like this.

“What’s with that expression, are you thinking of denying it?” she asked.

Should I tell her the troubles she’s inviting for herself by posing to be Mrs Baldwin? Would she even listen to me?

“You can’t deny it, because I know you’re the only one who can stoop so low to using this old-fashioned trick”

I sighed and shoved the paper back in her bag.

“I didn’t send you any threat note, and stop posing be Mrs Baldwin or you’ll lose your life for something you know nothing about” I adviced her.

She narrowed her eyes.

“Are you threatening me right now? You’re physically threatening me?”

I rolled my eyeballs.

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She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me back even tighter than I’m hugging her, she must have missed me as much as I missed her; our relationship is more like a mother and daughter relationship, we don’t behave like boss and employee.

“Are you ok, dear?” she asked as she pulled from the hug and started searching my body for any injuries. “I was so scared when I saw the news, I thought my babygirl would be bedridden for months” she said.

I laughed at her reaction.

“Mrs Jackson, the accident happened three weeks and even if I’m injured, I’m sure I’d have recovered by now” I told her.

She nodded and heaved a sigh of great relief, she started pulling me inside with her.

“Come on, I cooked your favorite and… ”

Duncan cleared his throat to make his presence known, we both turned and faced him.

“Mrs Baldwin, Mr Baldwin and I will be rushing to the airport now” Lucas said on Duncan’s behalf.

I averted my eyes towards Duncan, he’s still typing on his phone and his brows knitted together in a very deep frown.

“Duncan?” I called him.

He raised his head and raised an eyebrow questioningly at me.

“Aren’t you gonna come in and have lunch first?” I asked.

His eyes trailed down my body then settled on my stomach, his frown deepened even more and he inhaled deeply, then turned away from me and entered the car.

“Let’s go, Lucas!” he yelled at Lucas.

“Huh?”

He glared at Lucas and Lucas smiled apologetically at me, before hurriedly entering the car then drove off almost immediately.

“Rachel, did you two have a quarrel?” Mrs Jackson asked me.

I sucked in some air and balled my fists tightly beside me.

“He’s sulking because I told him I’m not pregnant”

“You told him you’re not pregnant?”

“Yeah, and he thinks it’s because I’ve been secretly taking pills” I said.

Mrs Jackson tilted her head with a confused frown.

“Let him continue sulking until he’s come back to his senses”

“But he just left, is he gonna come back anytime soon?” she asked.

“I don’t know, and I don’t care to know” I replied.

“What if… ”

“You said you cooked my favorite, let’s go inside and eat, I’m starving after the long journey” I said pulling her inside with me.

Like seriously, I really need to go on a diet because I’ve been eating quite too much recently, I don’t know since when I started having large appetite.

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THIRD PERSON’S pov.

Rissa World Of Beauties<<

Heels clicked loudly against the floor, catching everyone’s attention as Tasha Wood cat walked into this fifteen floors building, she carried her designer’s bag, proudly flaunting it so everyone can see and envy her.

But while some staffs were openly gushing over her and her designer’s clothes and bag, others were secretly badmouthing and insulting her, but she doesn’t seemed to care about any of them.

She headed straight for the elevator, she waited until the door open and entered, pressed a button then waited patiently for it to take her to her destination.

  >><<

The elevator soon stopped and the doors open, she stepped out and headed towards an office at the extreme of the floor.

She stopped outside the office, pushed the door open and walked in without knocking, as if it’s her own office.

“Hi, Rebecca” she greeted a lady who sat on a big office chair, with her back facing Tasha.

Tasha slumped on a chair in front of a table, and carelessly threw her bag on the table.

The chair swivelled around, revealing a lady who’s dressed fashionably, yet professionally and a domineering aura emitting off her.

“You’re finally here” Rebecca said.

“Of course, you’ve been calling me nonstopy since three days ago” she pushed her hair behind her ear. “What’s so urgent that you can’t wait till I voluntarily come to the company, don’t you know I’m supposed to be on vacation right now?”

“Tasha, you need to stop that nonsense about you being Mrs Baldwin, that’s been trending on the internet for almost a month now” Rebecca said with a serious expression.

Tasha scoffed and leaned back on her chair.

“I can’t control people’s thoughts, let them say whatever they wanna say.. it’s not as if I’m not enjoying it” she shrugged her shoulders.

Rebecca frowned.

“Do you know it’s gonna cause you a lot of trouble?”

“Trouble? Like what?” Tasha asked.

Rebecca reached for her drawer and pulled out a note, then slammed it on the table and pushed it towards Tasha.

“Maroon found this note in your dressing room when he was cleaning, take a look for yourself” she said.

Tasha reached for the note, she stared at it for a moment and smirked knowingly.

“Don’t tell me you think this is a threat note”

“Of course it is, whoever wrote that is threatening your life and you should…”

“It’s just a prank, don’t worry about it” Tasha interrupted her.

“A prank? You call this a prank?”

“Of course, I know who sent this note” she said.

“You know who sent?” Tasha nodded. “Who?”

“Just one bored lady, she thinks she can scare me with this?” she scoffed and squeezed the note in her hand. “In her dreams!”

Rebecca raised her eyebrows at Tasha’s reaction.

“I don’t get it, are you sure this note is just some prank someone’s pulling at you?” she asked.

“Yep, it’s nothing serious” Tasha twisted her lips as a small smirk hide at the corner of her lips. “She wanna play with me, well, two can play this game”

Tasha got up, she adjusted her blouse and fixed her hair, then walked towards a window.

“I have an idea, Rebecca” she said.

“What idea?”

“Why don’t we use this threat to our advantage?”

Rebecca frowned a little bit.

“I don’t think I understand what you’re trying to say”

Tasha turned back to her, she placed her hand on Rebecca’s shoulder and cleared her throat softly.

“I mean, let’s arrange some men to kidnap me and make an official statement that Mrs Baldwin has been kidnapped…”

“What?!” Rebecca cut her off.

“Yes, I’m sure Duncan wouldn’t want to damage his reputation, he must surely come out to rescue me and then, boom… my value in the industry will increase and I’ll be signing endorsements upon endorsements” Tasha explained with a dreamy look.

“Tasha, your idea is very silly and dangerous. I mean, what if Duncan doesn’t come to your rescue, then all you’ve worked for all these years will go down the drain…your value in the industry will hit rock bottom and even the companies that signed you to model their products might terminate their contracts with you” Rebecca said seriously.

Tasha stayed silent as if she’s thinking about Rebecca’s words, but Rebecca knows she’s doing quite the opposite.

“You didn’t think of the consequences, did you?” she asked.

“I didn’t think about the consequences because I don’t care about it” Tasha answered.

Rebecca was about saying something, but Tasha beat her to it.

“Rebecca, do you know I’ve been in love with Duncan for five years now?” she paused briefly. “I’ve considered us a perfect couple since we shot a commercial together, and I don’t mind sacrificing everything and giving up my career to officially make us a couple”

“But that love is one sided, don’t you get it?”

“I don’t care if it’s one sided, I’ll get him to love me back”

Rebecca stared at her for a moment, then shook her head in disappointment.

“Tasha, are you sick?” she asked desperately.

“I should be asking you that, you’re my manager and you should be happy that I came up with such a beautiful suggestion -after all, you’re gonna benefit from it too”

“Tasha… ”

“Just do it according to my suggestion” with that Tasha snatched her bag from the table and stormed out, shoving the threat note in her bag.

Rebecca pushed her hair back and sighed.

“When is she gonna learn?” she asked herself.

TO Be Continued

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RACHEL’S pov.

“Mmm” I moaned softly as Duncan pulled his fingers out of my pûssy.

We’re still in the car, we’re in a heavy traffic and Duncan’s taking advantage of it; we’re lucky the car’s windows are tainted.

Wait, don’t tell me Duncan had all his cars’s windows tainted especially for this reason.

“Let’s have a quickie” he said against my lips, his hot breath tickling my skin.

I closed my eyes as he moved his lips from mine and trailed along my jawlines to my neck and down to my chest.

“But we’re still in the car” I reminded him.

He looked out the window.

“We won’t be getting outta this traffic any time soon, let’s do something crazy while we’re waiting” he said.

“Duncan, we’re… ”

“Just two minutes” he said with desperation dripping off his words.

I sighed and nodded slowly, after all, I’ve been watching movies and seeing couples doing it in their cars, I wanna know what it feels like.

He hurriedly unbuckled his belt and dragged down his pants, making his already erected dîck spring out. He carried me on his laps and raised my dress, he’s already took off my panty earlier and therefore, he had an easy access.

Duncan spit on his diçkhead, rubbed it for a very brief moment and slowly entered me, which made me throw my head back as I closed my eyes and bite my lower lip to muffle any sounds that would come out.

He continued thrusting faster and deeper inside me, as if he’s sèx-starved or something. He cupped my breasts as he thrusted in, he groaned and I moaned quietly with each thrusts.

He moved his hands down to my waist and made me bounce on him, I bounced as fast as I could and soon, I felt him fattening inside me and my walls were tightening too -he’s right about it been a quickie.

“Fûck, yeah!” Duncan moaned as he slapped my @ss cheek.

He held my waist tightly, crashed his lips on mine and continued thrusting faster and deeper in me as my walls also continued tightening against his dîck.

I could feel he’s gonna cum soon.

I suddenly started feeling nauseous as I felt a lump rushing up my throat, and urging me to vomit. I tried my best to push it down and continued kissing Duncan.

My hands pulled his hair very hard as he slammed his shaft in me a few more times, slowly but very deeply and I felt his warm sperm pouring in me.

I rested my forehead against his and arched my back as I came undone too, I lost composure for a split second and let out the lump I’ve been suppressing, and puked all over Duncan just as he’s cumming in me; I puked mostly on his face and chest.

He didn’t push me off instantly, he waited until every drop of his sperm was dropped in me, before he gently made me sit on my previous seat.

My cheeks flamed up in embarrassment as I turned away from him and searched my bag for a handkerchief, then helped him wipe his face.

“I’m.. I’m sorry, I…” I trailed off as I couldn’t come up with a tangible excuse.

His face contorted in disgust as he snatched the handkerchief from me and started wiping his face by himself, my embarrassment increased at his action and I shrunk back in my seat.

“Is my heartbeat alright?” he asked.

“Ye-yeah” I stuttered as I pulled down my dress and started fixing my hair.

He stopped for a moment and stared at me.

“Then why did puke on me instead of cumming with me?” he asked. “Are you sick?” he added.

“I.. I don’t know” I answered.

I mean, I don’t understand why I suddenly felt nauseous and puked, I’m not sick neither am I feeling sick too.
I’m perfectly fine, then why did I suddenly puke?

Duncan narrowed his eyes at me.

“Or you wanted to teach me a lesson for making love to you in the car?”

“Like seriously?” I raised an eyebrow at him.

He shrugged and laughed.

“I’ll have the gang doctor test you tomo…. ”

“No, no, no!” I rejected his offer quickly.

He tilted his head as he gave me a suspicious look.

“Why no?” he asked.

I cleared my throat as I thought of a perfect excuse.

“I think I puked because I’ll be having my period in a few days time” I lied smoothly.

His brows furrowed deeply, his eyes flicked to my stomach and stayed there for a few seconds.

“You’ll be having your period?” I nodded. “My heartbeat, don’t tell me I’ve been working very hard recently for nothing”

“Uh… ”

I don’t want his gang doctor to run test for me not because I’ll be having my period, but because I’m scared I might have an incurable disease. Like, who vomits during sèx?

“Honestly, I’m expecting you’d be pregnant by now… ”

Pregnant? Come on, I’m a woman and I’ll surely know when I’m pregnant.

“.. and you’re here, telling me you’ll be having your period in a few days time?” he paused and narrowed his eyes even more. “Have you been secretly taking those stupid pills?” anger was dripping off his words.

“Pills?” I rolled my eyeballs. “I didn’t take any pills”

“You were supposed to have your period 9th of last month, which you didn’t… ”

OMG, he remembers.

“…and today’s 18th of another month, which you still didn’t have your period on the 9th of this month… ”

He’s right, I haven’t had my period since last month, am I really pregnant?.

“.. how come you’re suddenly having your period in a few days time, if you didn’t take those pills?”

It can’t be pregnancy because my period had skipped a month two years ago, but I didn’t get pregnant then, maybe it’s the same thing happening now.

“Answer me!” he growled lowly.

“Wait, I’m not pregnant, but it doesn’t mean I’m secretly taking pills”

“Then why would you be having your period?”

“Hold on a sec, isn’t it normal for women to have their periods every moment?”

He stared at me speechlessly for a moment, the scoffed and looked away from me.

“I’m disappointed in you” he said.

“Don’t tell me you’re fighting with me over nothing”

His head snapped towards me immediately I said that.

“You call this nothing” he let out a dry laugh. “She calls it nothing” he said.

I sighed and reached for his hand, but he snatched it from me and shifted away from me, creating a large space between us.

“Don’t touch me, I’m mad at you” he said.

“Duncan, let’s… ”

“Don’t talk to me” he snapped at me.

Wow, this is our first fight after six years, and I didn’t expect it’d be over a silly excuse nor did I think he’d take it seriously.

    >><<

Few Days Later, Baldwin’s Mansion, LA<<

It’s been five days since Duncan and I fought in the car, and he’s been giving me the cold shoulder since then.

Alhough he’s been eating with me, sleeping on the same bed with me and even sometimes doing my laundry for me, but he hasn’t touched me; not even a kiss on my cheek.

Don’t you think he’s overreacting?

Well, we’re finally back home (our home in LA), and I’m sure he wouldn’t stay mad at me for so long.

“Lucas?” he called as Lucas slowed down and waited outside our gate for it to open.

“Yes, Mr Baldwin” Lucas answered, looking at Duncan through the rearview mirror.

“We’ll be traveling to California after sending Mrs Baldwin home” he told him.

Yeah, mrs Baldwin, that’s how he’s been addressing me since we had that argument.

But wait, California? Is he so mad at me that he’s running away from home, just to avoid seeing me?

“Yes, sir” then Lucas concentrated on driving and drove into the compound.

I faced Duncan only to find him typing furiously on his phone, I coughed lightly to get his attention but he only glanced my way, and quickly turned back to his phone.

“We just got back, why are you going to California? Are you so mad at me that you don’t wanna see me anymore?” I asked.

“That’s not the case, I’m going there for business” he answered curtly.

“Business?” he hummed. “What kind of business? Isn’t your… ” the banging on the window cut me off.

I turned and saw Mrs Jackson knocking on the window with a broad smile, my heart flustered and I quickly pushed the door open and jumped out.

“Mrs Jackson!” I exclaimed enthusiastically and pulled her into a hug.

“Ooh, Rachel, dear!” she called my name equally enthusiastically.

TO Be Continued

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He stared at my face for some time, maybe he’s searching if I’m scared of losing to him. He cleared his throat, dropped his spatula on the counter and clapped his hands to get the kids attention.

“Kids, I learned a new trick last night, who wanna see it?”

He learned a new trick last night? When did he learnt it? Was it when I was sleeping?

“I wanna see, I wanna see” the kids started chanting, including my boys.

Is he trying to buy them over now?

“Come on, let’s go” he said and rushed out, with the kids rushing after him.

I sighed and turned back to my fried cabbage, I perceived it and inhaled deeply then smiled proudly. This is my masterpiece!

My eyes mistakenly drifted towards Duncan’s beef and broccoli, that’s when I realized I won’t win this competition if I don’t take drastic measures.

An evil idea crossed my mind which made me smirk, and I was about taking action but suddenly remembered I’m not alone. I glanced at mama and Poppa, they’re both feeding each other chips lovingly and wasn’t looking my way.

This is my chance, I should grab it.

I quickly reached for the salt’s container, sprinkled a lot of salt on Duncan’s dish and hurriedly kept the salt back in its place, then continued admiring my fried cabbage as if nothing happened.

I guess God was partially helping me, because Duncan and the kids rushed back in immediately I faced my dish.

“We’re almost done” he said to his girls.

I secretly smirked, if only he knows what I’ve done to his food.

   >><<

Duncan’s food was soon ready and we both presented our dishes.

Everyone gather round; the staffs, mama, poppa and the kids, they all held their plates and was staring at both dish, wondering which they’d start from.

I cleared my throat.

“Uh… honestly, I’m not a great cook” I confessed. “Why not try Duncan’s dish first, since it look palatable and won’t spoil your taste buds” I suggested.

Duncan smirked which made me rolled my eyeballs. Darling, I should be the one smirking because I’m winning this competition.

“Well, I think Rachel is right” poppa agreed. “Let’s try Duncan’s dish first” he added.

That being said, everyone started serving Duncan’s dish. I was just secretly smirking and shaking my head at those building a mountain on their plates, they don’t know what they’re serving.

When everyone’s done serving, they nodded at each other and began eating at once. But their faces contorted in disgust immediately after taking the first bite, and they began spitting out the food and dumping their plates on the table.

“Duncan, what’s wrong? You were a great cook” mama said as she reached for a glass of water to rinse her mouth.

I burst into fits of laughter as everyone was reaching for glass of water, they glared at Duncan who was staring at me with a smile. I stopped laughing and frowned at him, why’s he smiling at me? Why doesn’t he look surprise?

“Let’s try Rachel’s dish” poppa said.

They all looked scared because my fried cabbage doesn’t look so palatable, then I cleared my throat and sat on a chair.

“Don’t judge a book by its cover” I said gesturing at Duncan’s beef and broccoli.

They nodded in agreement and decided to give it a try, they started serving themselves and when they were all done serving, they stared at poppa as if they’re waiting for him to take the first bite.

Poppa took a deep breath, then served the first spoon and shoved it in his mouth. He chewed slowly for a few seconds, then started shoving down the remaining fried cabbage on his plate.

“Poppa, how’s it?” One of the staffs asked.

Poppa couldn’t speak since his mouth was filled, he nodded and continued shoving more in his mouth.

The others soon joined him and everyone began moaning in appreciation, I smiled and held my head proudly.

One of the little girls rushed to me, she glared at Duncan before turning back to me with a smile.

“Miss Rachel, I was wrong, I should have joined your team” she threw one more glare at Duncan. “Is it too late to join your team?” she asked.

“No, darling” I pinched her cheek softly.

Another girl jumped forward.

“I wanna join your team too” she glared maliciously at Duncan too. “Handsome boys sucks at cooking” she added.

Ok, kids are just something else. How can they forget their favorite person because of a simple meal?

Soon all the kids are standing by my side and begging to join my team; poor kids, they don’t know I won because I cheated.

“Duncan said his wife is as beautiful as a mermaid, that’s not true, Miss Rachel’s more beautiful than a mermaid”

Oh? They are showering compliments on me because I won the competition?

“Yeah, she’s the prettiest girl I’ve seen” another kid said in support.

I winked at Duncan as the kids were showering compliments upon compliments on me, but he simply smiled and shook his head.

One of the kids caught Duncan’s action, then she asked.

“Is Miss Rachel your wife, Duncan?”

He moved closer to me, wrapped his arms around my waist and planted a short kiss on my lips, making the kids cover their eyes and giggling.

“Yes, isn’t she as beautiful as a mermaid?” he asked them.

“No!” They chorused.

We both narrowed our eyes at them, but they chuckled before one of them spoke again.

“She’s more beautiful than a mermaid, she’s an angel”

I blushed.

“So… do you like my wife?”

“Yes!!” they shouted, the boys’ voices were the loudest.

Duncan scorned at them.

“You tiny men, get your eyes and dirty minds off my wife” he pulled me impossibly closer. “She’s mine and mine alone!” he said possessively.

I shook my head. He’s jealous of these little boys, he really need to grow up and stop being a baby.

“Miss Rachel is mine, I stood by her earlier!” the little boy who volunteered to join my team, my first teammate said and snatched my hand, then pulled me away from Duncan.

Duncan gaped at the boy.

“Are you seriously fighting with me over my woman?”

“She’s my woman!” the boy stated firmly.

Duncan looked at me as if he’s expecting me to come to him, but I did the opposite. I squatted to the boy’s level and kissed his cheek.

“He’s my man!” I told Duncan, which made the boy grin widely.

“Nooooooo!” he shouted.

I carried the boy and ran off with him, the other kids joined us too.

“Give me my wife back!!” Duncan shouted as he chased after us.

The kids and I laughed at his desperation, but we didn’t stop running.

    >><<

8:30pm<<

“We’ll visit you some other time, ok?” Duncan told the kids.

We’re done with our visitation for today, and we had a lot of fun with the kids, now we’re ready to go home.

They pouted in discontentment instead of replying Duncan, we laughed at their expression and waved at them anyway; they waved us back.

“Byeee” they chorused as we walked towards the car.

Lucas already had the door open, we waved the kids once more before sliding in and Lucas drove off.

“They are so gonna miss us” I said sadly as I could feel their sadness.

“Are you indirectly reminding me of how you successfully and effortlessly snatched them from me? Huh?” he reached for my waist and pulled me closer. “You friends snatcher” he held my ear between his teeth softly.

“You can’t pin the blame on me, they’re just curious and wanted to try someone new” I replied.

He huffed and pouted his lips sulkily.

“Are you angry?” I asked.

“Of course, you trickily snatched my friends” he replied. “You think I don’t know you added extra salt in my dish?”

My mouth fell open as I wondered how he managed to find out, or could it be he saw me?

He pinched my nose softly.

“I purposely led the kids away because I wanted to give you an opportunity to play dirty” he rolled his eyes. “I don’t wanna disgrace my wife in front of those kids, but I can’t help getting angry that you actually used the opportunity very well” he pouted his lips even more.

I bite my lower lip sexily as my eyes stayed fixed on his pouted lips. He’s so sweet and childish at the same time.

“Is there a way out for me? Is there any way I can stop you from being angry?”

He looked down at me immediately I asked those questions, his face leaned closer to mine and he looked directly in my eyes lovingly; his eyes sometimes drift towards my lips too.

“How about a hot make out session?” he suggested.

I bite my lower lip harder and nodded slowly, but suddenly remembered we’re still in the car and there’s an audience.

“Lu-Lucas…”

“Lucas?” he called.

“Yes, Mr Baldwin” Lucas answered, tilting his head slightly.

“I wanna make out with my wife, do you mind?”

Lucas quickly shook his head.

“No, sir, not at all” he replied and instantly put up the glass partition, completely blocking us from his view and creating enough privacy for us.

I gasped at Duncan, but he simply crashed my lips on mine and started kissing me aggressively. I had no time to resist, so I began kissing him back.

TO Be Continued

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RACHEL’S pov.

Rachel’s Love And Care Home<<

“…and not only our kids attend the school, there are other kids outside coming to school here” mama said as we stepped out of the last class.

“Omg, I still can’t believe he actually built a school here for the kids” I awed with a proud smile as I nod in satisfaction and appreciation.

It’s as if I’m getting to know my husband all over again, or it’s better to say I never really get to know the real him. I thought money and fame has gotten over him, but he’s proved me wrong.

Alright, here’s what’s happening at the moment.

After we all entered the first mansion, Duncan and Poppa started opening presents and having fun with the kids, completely forgetting about mama and I.

I never knew Duncan loves kids this much, I pray he doesn’t forget about me after we have kids or Maybe I shouldn’t get pregnant yet, so I can enjoy my husband for some time before I start fighting with my kids over his love and attention; hehehehe, what an evil mother I’m gonna be.

So, Mama decided to give me a tour of the orphanage before dinnertime, and that’s how ended up at the school premises right now.

I also noticed that each kid has his or her own room, they aren’t assigned two or three to a room like our orphanage back then, everyone has their own privacy here and I really love that.

“…and here, we have the kids’ pool” mama said as we took a turn, that led to a very big swimming pool.

“Kids’ pool?” I asked with a hint of worry in my voice.

Why would Duncan build a pool for the kids? Kids are always careless and clumsy, what if one of them who can’t swim clumsily fall in and there’s no one to rescue him or her, wouldn’t the kid drown?

I shuddered in fear merely thinking about it, it’s horrific!

Mama chuckled lightly when she saw my worried expression, she placed a comforting hand on my shoulder and sighed.

“You’re just as caring as your husband, he was also scared when I suggested we build a swimming pool for the kids…”

“It wasn’t his idea?” I cut in.

She shook her head.

“No, I suggested it because some of the kids might have an interest in swimming, we don’t know where their talents lies, so we must get everything ready for them” she explained.

“Hm” I nodded in understanding, her explanation is very logical but I’m still a little bit worried, especially for the two to five years olds.

“Don’t worry about any of them drowning, because we only let kids from range of eight and above take the swimming classes”

“Now that’s better”

“Yes, and our coaches are very professional, they only allow kids take swimming classes in and they don’t leave them unguided” she said. “Even our security team is very strict and they won’t let kids below right near this area” she explained further pointing towards the door.

Two men in security uniform stood by the door, with a serious yet friendly and approachable expression on; how did they manage to do that?

As if to prove what mama was just telling me, a kid wanted to run past the door but the security men stopped him in time, one of them squatted to his level and was telling the kid something with a warm smile while gesturing towards the pool.

The kid nodded sadly, but ran back to wherever he came from. Phew! It’s good they’re taking good care of the children.

“We have the garden ahead where the kids planted some flowers, do you wanna take a look?” she asked.

I agreed readily, but my stomach had other plans for me as it growled very loudly.

Mama looked down at my stomach when it growled loudly, I quickly wrapped my arms around it and looked around as if I’m searching for a dog or lion that just growled.

“That wasn’t me” I denied.

Mama laughed this time.

“I’m quite hungry too, let’s go see if dinner’s ready” she said.

I simply nodded and followed her. I can’t blame my stomach for crying, I haven’t eaten else after breakfast and it’s already dinnertime.

 <>><<>

“We’ve arrived” mama said.

“Finally” I whispered, rubbing my stomach as if it’s gonna make the hunger go away.

Mama entered the kitchen and I followed suit, but I stopped abruptly by the door when I saw a Duncan with an apron around his neck with his back facing me, some of the kids are washing broccolis for him and others were whisking some eggs, while he was making a dough.

I scoffed mentally as I rolled my eyeballs, is he trying to show off his cooking skills here and make me look lazy in front of the kids?

Never! I’m not gonna let him succeed in his plan!

“Duncan, what are you making?” Mama asked him.

He turned around with a smile, he locked gaze with me and winked then blew a kiss towards me, which I dodged then frowned at him -I don’t want his hypocritical kiss.

“I wanna make some doughnuts, Mrs Baldwin loves eating them a lot recently” he winked at me again.

My cheeks flamed up, but I quickly coughed and comported myself.
Mama glanced at me and laughed, she turned back to the kids washing broccoli.

“What are those broccoli for?” she asked.

“Oh, I wanna cook beef and broccoli for everyone” he replied.

Beef and broccoli? Isn’t that his signature dish?
Well, everyone has their signature dish, how about I cook mine too and win the kids over; I’m feeling kinda jealous of his relationship with them.

“We’ve all missed your cooking and…”

“His cooking is so last season” I cut in. “How about you guys try someone knew?” I asked suggestively.

He raised his eyebrows at me, silently asking me what I’m trying to do, but I ignored him and face the kids since their opinion is all that matters to me at the moment.

“You wanna cook for us?” A girl of about twelve asked.

“Yep” I answered.

She exchanged looks with her friends and burst into laughter, but they nodded anyway.

“Our Duncan is a great cook, I don’t think you stand a chance against him” she sighed.”But we can let you give it a try if you insist” she said.

I glared at Duncan as the girl said those words, then reached for a cleaver knife and slammed it on the counter.

“Are you game?” I asked him.

“Of course” he replied very confidently.

“How about we cook in teams?” I suggested.

“Cook in teams?” Duncan asked.

He frowned slightly, but quickly smirked because he knows he can cook better than me. But my darling husband didn’t know I’ve improved over the years, though I can only cook fried cabbage so well, but at least it can help me win the kids over.

Hehehehe, I’m so evil, I know that.

“Alright, let the kids choose whose team they wanna join” he said and sat on a stool.

“Of course” I agreed.

We both stared directly in each other’s eyes challengingly as the kids looked between us, wondering whose team they wanna join.
Mama pulled out a stool and sat down, she reached for a carrot and started munching on it as she watched us in amusement.

“Duncan is handsome, I wanna marry him when I grow up!” A little girl broke the silence that was already slicing everyone’s skin.

“Me too! Me too!” the other girls shouted as they gleefully jumped towards Duncan.

His handsome face is his biggest flaw, but greatest advantage. Every girl, both young and old can’t help tripping over his face; I screamed mentally.

Duncan raised an eyebrow at me as a proud smirk played on his lips, he shrugged his shoulders and carried one of the girls on his laps.

“Awwwwn, don’t be sad, the kids just love me” he teased me.

I pouted my lips sadly, and my shoulders slumped down in embarrassment, when I realized no one wanna be in my team.
And I was about running off in shame, because I know the boys would join his team too since he’s their role model.

But my eyes lit up and I broke into a smile as my ray of hope got up, a little boy of about seven or eight years old.

“Poppa said we shouldn’t let pretty girls cry and Miss Rachel is a very pretty girl”

He gestured me to squat to his level and I did.

“I’ll be in your team, Miss Rachel” he said as he planted a kiss on my cheek and winked at me.

Wow, he’s just seven or eight years old and he’s already winking at girls, well, he’s definitely gonna be a heartbreaker when he’s grown up.

“Thank you” I told him.

Before I knew, the other boys are jumping towards me, each planting a kiss on my cheek and standing behind me.

It’s my turn to smirk at Duncan now, because my boys are bigger than his girls. I crossed my arms on my chest and raised my head proudly as I officially declare war.

    >><<

My boys and I sing-along one of Justin Bieber’s songs ‘Let me love you’ , we shake our bodies and nodded along the beat as we wash our veggies.

Duncan and his girls on the other hand are singing and dancing to one of his songs too, these girls are just another of his crazy fans.

I could feel the walls of the kitchen shaking as both teams were singing loudly and sometimes out of tone, Duncan and I would sometimes bump into each other, engage in a glaring contest then continue with our work, or fight over a pan, pot, spoon or even the chopping board; we fight over almost everything in the kitchen.

Our noise has called the attention of some staffs, and even Poppa who was napping in his room also came to find out what the commotion was all about. He sat next to his wife and watched us when he realized we’re in a battlefield.

“Yay!! We’re done!!” I shouted in excitement when I’m done making my fried cabbage, but Duncan’s still cooking his beef and broccoli.

“We won first round! We won first round!” My boys started jumping in joy as they high-five and hug each other.

Yeah, we’ve won the first the round, but the second round is very important and it’s gonna determine wether I win or not -it’s the food’s taste.

“Don’t be overjoyed yet, the competition isn’t over yet” Duncan said, but I huffed.

TO Be Continued