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  • Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 10)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 10)

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    Mr Baldwin has been playing games on his phone since he entered the office, fifteen minutes ago and Mr Alejandro was just glaring daggers at him, he’s becoming tired of Mr Baldwin’s ‘I don’t care’ behavior.

    “Did you come to my office to play games, Duncan?” he asked when he couldn’t bear to keep the silence anymore.

    “It depends on what you want, Marvin, do you want to continue watching me play games?” Mr Baldwin asked back.

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    Mr Alejandro gritted his teeth as he narrowed his eyes, speechlessly.

    “What was that stunt you pulled on stage last night? Why did you tell everyone you’re married? Do you know how many fans you would lose because of your marriage?”

    He turned his computer towards Mr Baldwin, but he (Mr Baldwin) didn’t stop his game to even take a glance at the screen, which seemed to infuriate Mr Alejandro more and he banged on the table.

    “Can you be serious with me here?”

    Mr Baldwin paused, he slowly raised his head and raised his left eyebrow at Mr Alejandro, Mr Alejandro adjusted on his chair and gulped nervously.

    “You wanna be serious?” Mr Baldwin also adjusted himself, crossed his legs and looked more like a CEO now. “You and I both know you don’t give a fuçk how many fans I gain or lose” he narrowed his eyes. “You’re just scared that my marriage will ruin my reputation in the underworld, correct?”

    Mr Alejandro shifted his gaze away from Mr Baldwin’s, he got off his chair and adjusted his suit as he walked towards the window.

    “Duncan, I spent years making you the most feared and respected lord of the underworld, but you’ve ruined everything after making that announcement”

    “I didn’t mention her name”

    “And you think they won’t find her, because you didn’t mention her name?” he scoffed. “You’ve officially let them know you have a weakness, they might not make a move now but they will very soon”

    Mr Baldwin stood up, he shoved his phone in his jacket pocket and put his hands in his pants pocket.

    “I don’t care anymore, my wife was getting impatient and she’s gonna divorce me if I didn’t make that move” Mr Baldwin sighed. “I can’t lose her for anything, I quit!”

    “You quit? What do you mean?”

    “It seems like I didn’t make myself clear enough, I should make it clear” he rounded the table and walked closer to Mr Alejandro. “I don’t need the gang anymore, because they aren’t even helping me get what I’m searching for, I don’t wanna be their lord anymore and I wanna be a lone wolf from now onwards!”

    “You can’t quit, the big boss won’t let you…”

    “Let him come to me directly and I’ll repeat these words to his face!” that being said, Mr Baldwin stormed towards the door, without waiting for Mr Alejandro to say another word.

    Lucas who was leaning against the wall outside the office, quickly rushed after Mr Baldwin immediately he stepped out and shut the door in a bang.

    “Mr Bald…”

    “Make a post on my Instagram account, I quit Marvin’s record label”

    “Huh?”

    “Now!!” he bellowed, making Lucas’s phone slip off his hands in fright.

    “Yes, sir”

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    RACHEL’S pov.

    R&F Coffee and Ice Cream Parlor<<

    “Thanks, Mike” I thanked Mike as he stopped outside my cafe and made to alight his car.

    But I stopped abruptly and fell back on my seat, when Fatima suddenly let out a loud curse from the backseat, both Mike and I turned our heads towards her to check if she was ok.

    “What’s wrong?” we both asked at once.

    “Look” she pointed out the window.

    I took a look and cursed loudly too, some men dressed in black suits and sunglasses surrounded my cafe. I did a quick count and realized they’re twenty-five in numbers.

    I was kinda confused for a moment, wondering where they came from? And why they were surrounding my cafe?

    Then my eyes landed on someone I’m familiar with, he’s one of Duncan’s men and Duncan mostly send him to give me tickets to his concerts, that’s when I realized they’re all Duncan’s men.

    But why are they standing outside my cafe this morning? Or did Duncan finally decided to pay me a visit? But wouldn’t have so many of his bodyguards here draw people’s attention?

    “Hey, I think the paparazzi and reporters are here too” Mike said, pointing at some group of people who were holding cameras, and snapping any and everything that come in their sight.

    What are they doing here? Luckily we’re at the other side of the road, hence they can’t see me unless I step out of the car.

    “Isn’t that Tasha Wood?” Fatima asked as she stared at a particular girl, but sadly she’s backing us and I couldn’t see his face.

    “How did you know she’s Tasha Wood?” I asked her.

    “Look” she pointed at Tasha’s shoulder. “That tattoo, it’s customized and only Tasha has it”

    As if to prove Fatima’s words, the girl turned around and I realized it’s the same bimbo that came to my cafe last night.

    But why did she bring paparazzi and reporters to my cafe? What is she trying to do?

    TO Be Continued

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  • Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 9)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 9)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 9

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    THIRD PERSON’S pov.

    Baldwin’s Mansion<<

    “Please take care of her for me” Mr Baldwin said as he tucked his wife in bed.

    He had just finished helping her take a warm bathe, and helped her change into comfy nightwear.

    “Aren’t you gonna stay and watch over her?” Fatima asked.

    Mr Baldwin shook his head.

    “No, I can’t stay because I must see Marvin before 7am tomorrow” he replied. “Staying the night would spoil the surprise I have for her tomorrow”

    “Another surprise?” he nodded, but Fatima scoffed. “Mind I remind you that your surprise tonight didn’t please her at all?”

    He smiled.

    “I’m sure she’d love my surprise this time, I’ve made up my mind and I’m finally moving back tomorrow”

    Fatima’s eyes widened in surprise.

    “Really?!” she screamed, but quickly slammed her hand over her mouth when Rachel groaned sleepily.

    “Yes, it’s time I start being her husband again”

    Fatima broke into a wide, satisfied smile, she jumped happily and clapped her hands quietly.

    He pulled the duvet up to her chest, leaned down and planted a lingering kiss on her forehead.

    “Don’t let her know I brought her back” he caressed her cheeks.

    Fatima nodded, he kissed her once more, but on her cheek this time and rushed off.

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    RACHEL’S pov.

    The Next Morning<<

    “Ow!” I grunted as I sat up and leaned back on the headboard.

    My vision blurred as I had just woke up, I pushed my hair off my face and started massaging my temples, to numb the severe headache I’m suffering from right now.

    “My head’s killing me” I grumbled, and heard a scoff which made me jumped in fright.

    I turned and saw Fatima standing by the door, with her body leaning on the frame and her arms folded on her chest as she glared at me.

    “You’re finally awake” she said.

    Finally awake? Does that mean I slept past noon already? What about my cafe?!

    My eyes alarmingly shifted to my alarm clock sitting on the bedside table, but I heaved a sigh of great relief when I saw it’s just 6:31am. I patted my chest and help myself adjust my breath.

    Then I saw a glass of water and a sachet of aspirin on the bedside table, I mentally thanked God before reaching for them and hurriedly gulped down the aspirin.

    “We were both wasted last night, right?” I asked Fatima.

    I can’t seem to recall what happened last night, I only recall going to the karaoke and that’s all, I don’t have even the slightest memory of what happened after I was drunk.

    “We weren’t both wasted, it was just you, darling” she corrected me.

    “Oh”

    “Yeah” she lifted herself off the frame and walked towards me.

    “Then.. how did I get back?” I asked again.

    “Of course, I had to carry your overweighted body all the way back!” she answered.

    I looked down at myself and started poking my cheek when she said I’m overweight, I pouted my lips but quickly broke into a wide, goofy grin.

    “That’s why we’re best friends” I said and grabbed her right arm when she’s closer, then pulled her for a hug.

    “Yeah, yeah” I replied, patting my back and I know she’s rolling her eyes while doing that.

    I kissed her cheek and pulled away from the hug.

    “You know I love you, right?”

    “And I love you more, baby” she replied.

    I laughed.

    “Come on, freshen up and come down for breakfast” she told me. “Or we’re gonna be late for work” she added, referring to my cafe.

    “Yes, ma’am” I replied and jumped off my bed and dashed into the bathroom, leaving Fatima to help me rearrange my bed.

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    Breakfast was brief, because Fatima wouldn’t stop teasing me about last night. Now we’re both ready to go to the cafe.

    “Bye, Mrs Jackson” we both waved Mrs Jackson and headed for the door.

    We froze immediately we opened the door and saw Mike, he’s about ringing the doorbell. He smiled.

    “Good morning, beautiful ladies” he greeted us.

    “Good morning” Fatima answered grumpily and stormed towards the gate, leaving Mike feeling confused at her attitude.

    “Uh.. I guess she’s never gonna like me” he said.

    I laughed, but shook my head in disagreement, people like them who hate each other always have some kind of connection between them.

    “She might” I replied, then stepped out and we headed towards the gate too. “So, how was your pre-wedding photoshoot?” I asked with a bright smile.

    He cleared his throat and pushed his hair back, making him a little bit feminine.

    “There wasn’t any photoshoot”

    “There wasn’t? Why? Your fiancee rescheduled?”

    “No, she…” he paused and I raised my brows. “We broke up”

    My legs stayed rooted in their spot immediately he said that, I blinked a few times as I tried to process his words.

    “You broke up?” he nodded. “Why?”

    “It’s a long story” he said.

    “I have all the time in the world, but can’t you make it short?”

    He stared at me for a moment, as though he’s contemplating, then he shook his head.

    “I don’t wanna talk about it” he said quietly.

    I wanted to force it out of him, but I decided against, he’s gonna tell me when he’s ready. I sighed.

    “It’s fine, you guys might make up soon” I consoled him.

    He simply smiled and shrugged.

    “I know you’re dropping us off, but can we hurry up?” Fatima shouted from Mike’s car. “Time is money” she added.

    I rolled my eyes, she’s depending on his service or should I call it help, yet she’s being rude and unappreciative -typical Fatima.

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    THIRD PERSON’S pov.

    MARVIN’S RECORD LABEL<<

    Every female staff of Marvin’s record label abruptly stopped whatever they were doing, and wholly gave their attention to Mr Baldwin as he walked into the building, they could tear their dreamy eyes away from him as he walked pass their desks.

    “Awwn”
    “He’s so hot”
    “I can’t believe he’s married”
    “His wife must be one lucky woman”
    “I’d do anything to get him in bed and be his baby’s mama”

    These were words echoing in the office, Mr Baldwin heard them but ignored them, he’d only smile, wink or wave at the few that met his gaze.

    “A paparazzo spotted you and Mrs Baldwin leaving the karaoke last night…” Lucas reported as he rushed after his boss, as they approached an elevator.

    He scrolled through his phone for a few seconds and handed to Mr Baldwin, who collected it and stared at the screen with a frown, but soon grinned widely.

    “… It’s been causing so much traffic on the internet, and many people are questioning if Mrs Baldwin is your mysterious wife, or just one of your flings…”

    Mr Baldwin shook his head at the last word Lucas just said ‘flings’.

    “Ignorant people” he muttered and continued staring at the screen.

    “…should we take them down?” Lucas asked.

    Mr Baldwin’s eyes landed on a photo where he carried his wife in a bridal style, he smiled and nodded in satisfaction as he showed it to Lucas.

    “Nice shot, he’s a good photographer” he said, ignoring Lucas’s earlier question.

    His eyes sparkled when they landed on another photo where he held Mike’s shoulder, he recalled he was asking Mike to hand his wife over and he couldn’t help but laughed out loud.

    “I look so cool and domineering in this photo” he tilted his head and nodded slowly. “Yeah, this is so me” he added, trying to make the same pose again.

    “Mr Baldwin, should we take these photos down?” Lucas asked again.

    Mr Baldwin raised his head, his smile wiped off and he narrowed his eyes at Lucas.

    “Can’t you see how cool I look in these photos? How can you take down these beautiful photos?” he grinned. “Let them be, my wife and I haven’t photographed together for a very long time”

    “Then what should we do about Mrs Baldwin? Jeff called this morning, he said reporters and paparazzi has surrounded Mrs Baldwin’s cafe”

    “What?” the elevator stopped at their destination. “I didn’t revealed Rachel last night, who’s the b@stard that tipped them off?” he growled

    “We don’t know yet”

    “Shît!” he cursed. “Get some men to keep them from disturbing her business”

    “Yes, sir”

    They stepped out of the elevator and headed towards an office, Lucas knocked on the door, he heard a faint come in and pushed the door open, but stepped aside and let Mr Baldwin enter, then shut the door and stayed outside.

    TO Be Continued

  • Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 8)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 8)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 8

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    Mike took a deep breath and leaned back on the sofa, he closed his eyes for a second.

    “I just needed somewhere to clear mind” he said.

    “Hm” his friend hummed and nodded his head in agreement.

    “Rowland, am I wrong for breaking off our engagement?”

    His friend (now known as Rowland) paused, he stared at Mike for a moment and sighed.

    “That’s not the right question, the right question should be, did I really break off our engagement because she’s feeling insecure?”

    Mike tilted his head, but remained silent and blankly gaze on the table.

    “She’s not the problem here, Mike, you are.. you don’t love her”

    “I do, I love her”

    “No, you don’t, because if you truly love her, you wouldn’t break off the engagement so easily” Rowland reached for his glass. “What were you trying to prove breaking up with her? That she was right about you having an affair with your clients?”

    “I….” Mike couldn’t find words to say, he simply shut his mouth and closed his eyes.

    Rowland gulped down his drink and started pouring himself another glass, but stopped halfway when his eyes landed on Mike’s untouched drink, he reached for it because he knew Mike wouldn’t drink.

    “Personally, I don’t like that Jacinta girl too, so, I’d naturally support your decision of breaking up with her, but…” he trailed off and tilted his head with a slight frown. “…both your parents have been friends from ages, you and Jacinta are childhood friends too, which was a guarantee to both your parents that letting you two marry is the best option for merging your respective family business…”

    Rowland sighed deeply and shook his head.

    “… now that you’ve broken up with Jacinta, do you think your parents would spare you if they find out about this?”

    Mike remained silent as he’s deeply in thoughts, he lifted his body off the sofa and held his head in his hands.

    “But… it’s because Jacinta doesn’t understand the nature of my job, she thinks I’m having affairs with all my female clients and I fear she might physically harass one of them someday” he said.

    “I understand you, bro, but you’ve just worsened the case and confirm her suspicion, I… ”

    Mike stopped listening to Rowland as his ears pricked up, when he heard a familiar voice singing very loudly and so out of tune.

    “Rachel?” he questioned himself unsurely.

    “Who? Rachel? Who’s that?” Rowland asked him.

    Mike ignored his friend’s question and sprang up, then dashed out of the room and came face to face with a very drunk Rachel, and a tipsy Fatima.

    “Come on, Rachel, you’ve sang enough for one night” Fatima tried to persuade Rachel to stop singing, but Rachel wouldn’t listen.

    “Fatima” Mike called Fatima to make his presence known.

    Fatima raised her head, but quickly scorned when her eyes landed on Mike and she glared maliciously at him.

    “What are you doing here?” she asked.

    “Oh, I was having a drink with my friend inside” he nodded towards the room he just came out of. “And I heard her voice” he nodded at Rachel. “Then I rushed out to check if I heard correctly, and I did heard correctly”

    “Humph!” Fatima huffed.

    She put an arm around Rachel’s waist and leaned Rachel’s body on hers, then started staggering towards the exit door.
    Mike quickly rushed in front of them and stopped her.

    “Are you sure you can get both of you home?” he asked.

    “Yes, now make way!” she replied harshly, giving Mike no room for negotiation.

    Mike quickly gave way, but unfortunately she and Rachel fell before she could take a step.

    “I guess it’s best I give you girls a ride” he said.

    Fatima wanted to say something, but he didn’t give her a chance to speak.

    “Besides, you’re both drunk and driving in a drunken state is against the law”

    “I’m not drunk” Fatima defended herself.

    “But you have alcohol is flowing in your system right now, you don’t want the cops pulling you over and harassing you, right?”

    Fatima glared at him for a few seconds, then nodded reluctantly.

    “Fine, but don’t try anything funny with her!” she warned him, pointing at Rachel who’s still singing.

    Mike nodded, he leaned down and swooped Rachel in his arms, then headed towards the exit door with Fatima rushing behind and glaring at him all the way.

    Rachel soon fell asleep immediately her head rested on Mike’s chest, he looked down at her and smiled as he shook his head. This is the first time he’s seen her in a drunken state and he find it cute.

    Someone suddenly grabbed Mike’s shoulder from behind immediately he made it outside, he turned with a questioning frown only to come face to face with a white baseball cap and a mask.

    “Let go, man” he tried to shrug off the guy’s hand, but the guy’s grip was firm.

    “First hand my woman over” the masked man said.

    Mike scoffed.

    “Hand your woman over? Who the fuçk are you to claim?” he asked.

    “Her husband”

    Mike’s frown deepened, he tilted his head to take a good look but still can’t recognize the mask man.

    “The fuçk you’re her husband, scram!” he growled.

    “I said hand my woman over!”

    Fatima suddenly started giggling when she recognized the masked man’s voice, then rushed to hug him and released a fan girl scream.

    “You’re here, you’re finally here, Duncan!”

    He slammed his hand over Fatima’s mouth and looked around to make sure there wasn’t anyone in sight that heard her, and fortunately, there’s no one.

    He gestured her to shut up and withdrew his hand from her mouth.

    “Bring your voice down, a paparazzo might be just around somewhere, don’t scream my name like that” he said.

    He took off his mask, which made Mike gasp quietly and he staggered back slightly, he couldn’t believe Rachel’s husband whom haven’t showed up for years is actually standing in front of him tonight.

    “Can you hand her over now?!” Mr Baldwin asked as he clenched his jaw.

    “Yeah, hand her over to her rightful owner” Fatima chipped in while sticking out her tongue at Mike.

    “I can’t, I’m barrister Mike, the lawyer working on her divorce and since she filed for divorce, it means she doesn’t want anything to do with you”

    Mr Baldwin narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Mike, there’s a sudden deep hatred growing from the deepest part of his stomach, and he felt like landing a punch on Mike for supporting his wife and encouraging her to proceed with the divorce.

    “I haven’t sign the papers yet, which means, I’m still legally her lawfully wedded husband and it’s best you hand her over to me now, or I won’t be able to control myself and give you the privilege to kiss my fist!” Mr Baldwin said slowly, but scarily.

    Mike looked down at Rachel who’s still singing in her sleep, he sighed and reluctantly handed her over to her husband.

    “Goodnight” was all Mr Baldwin said, then turned and walked towards his car.

    “Oooh, this is so romantic, I love the possessiveness and jealousy” Fatima gushed and quickly rushed after Mr Baldwin.

    “You’re welcome” Mike said even though he wasn’t told ‘thank you’.

    Mr Baldwin entered his car with Rachel still in his arms, Fatima also got in the passenger seat and the car took off.

    Mike heard a Rowland’s familiar voice laughing behind him, then turned to him with a small frown.

    “What are you laughing about?”

    Rowland shook his head.

    “Nothing” he answered. “He was just looking so cool handling you, if you broke up with Jacinta because of her…” he shook his head. “.. give up because you don’t even stand a chance against him” he tapped Mike’s shoulder sympathetically.

    “Fuçk off!” Mike shrugged off Rowaland’s hand and headed towards his car.

    “Be honest with me, do you love her?” Rowland asked, referring to Rachel.

    “No, I have a fiancee…”

    “Whom you’ve broken up with” he reminded Mike of the reason they came to the karaoke in the first place.

    “…and Rachel’s a married woman”

    “But she’s divorcing her husband soon”

    “Say one more word about Rachel again, and I’ll leave you behind” Mike threatened him and he quickly shut his mouth, then rushed to the passenger seat.

    TO Be Continued.

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  • Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 7)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 7)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 7

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    THIRD PERSON’S pov.

    “…thank y’all for your love and support, goodnight, LA!” Mr Baldwin shouted and bowed.

    Fans roared loudly as they all yelled goodnight in return, and started chanting ‘Duncan, Duncan, Duncan, Duncan’ another were also screaming ‘we love you, Duncan’ while waving banners in the air.

    Mr Baldwin’s eyes glanced at the empty chair which his wife was sitting earlier, he did another bow and got off stage as fast as he could.

    Immediately he stepped off stage into backstage, his assistant (Lucas) rushed to meet him with a panicked expression and showed him his phone, but he didn’t bother taking a look.

    “Mr Baldwin, Mr Alejandro watched your show and heard your announcement….”

    Mr Baldwin raised his hand and cut off his assistant, he took off his gloves as he headed towards his dressing room.

    “Lucas, enough about Marvin” he’s referring to Mr Alejandro. “I don’t care what he thinks, his opinion doesn’t matter anymore and he should stop calling my fuçking phone or I’ll smash it” he said nodding at his phone vibrating in Lucas’s hand.

    “But he want to see you urgently, he’d…”

    Mr Baldwin stopped outside the dressing room, he grabbed the door handle before turning to face Lucas.

    “Fine, tell him my woman’s becoming impatient and I had to make that announcement to soothe her for the time being”

    “Yes, Mr Baldwin” Lucas replied.

    His phone started ringing immediately Mr Baldwin’s stopped, he checked the caller and realized it’s still Mr Alejandro calling, he quickly answered it and started relaying Mr Baldwin’s message to him (Mr Alejandro).

    At that same moment, Mr Baldwin’s phone started ringing again, he checked it and saw Jeff flashing on the screen. He turned to hand the call over to Mr Baldwin, but Mr Baldwin has already entered the dressing room.

    Lucas quickly entered the room too and handed the phone to Mr Baldwin, who was taking off his pants.

    “Jeff” he whispered to Mr Baldwin and rushed out to continue speaking with Mr Alejandro.

    “Hello, Jeff” Mr Baldwin answered the call.

    “Sir, Mrs Baldwin is getting wasted at a karaoke” Jeff reported from the other end.

    Mr Baldwin sighed softly.

    “Quick, send me the location and I’ll come get her home” he replied then hang up, but not before hearing a faint ‘yes, sir’ from Jeff.

    He finally undressed, then rampage through his clothes as he searched for something else to wear. After much searching, he settled for a plain white t-shirt, a blue ripped off jean and a white baseball cap.

    “Mr Alejandro said you should call him” Lucas reported when he entered the room again, he’s done talking on the phone.

    “Arrange a car for me” was the reply Mr Baldwin gave.

    “Aren’t you gonna call him?”

    “I said arrange a car for me, I have somewhere else to be right now!” Mr Baldwin said firmly.

    “Yes, sir, right away” Lucas replied and started typing away in his phone.

    “Should I arrange guards too?”

    “No, they’re only gonna draw fans and paparazzi’s attention”

    Mr Baldwin reached for a random mask and wore it, then tucked his hands in his pockets and headed towards the door.

    “Is the car ready?” he asked.

    “Yes, sir, it’s in the underground garage” Lucas answered as he opened the door and Mr Baldwin stepped out.

    “Come with me, you’re gonna drive”

    “Yes, sir”

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    RACHEL’S pov.

    KissMe karaoke<<

    ♪♪.. heaven’s a heartbreak away♪♪
    ♪♪never let you go, never let you down♪♪
    ♪♪I won’t give up, nah, nah♪♪
    ♪♪Don’t you give up, nah, nah♪♪
    ♪♪Let me love you… ♪♪ I sang loudly.

    My aim of coming here wasn’t to sing, I meant to drown my pain and sorrow in alcohol, I don’t wanna cry or think about Duncan’s misbehavior, hence, I resorted to alcohol.

    But unfortunately, after glass and glass of cocktails, the alcohol finally took control over me, and I couldn’t stop myself from singing along every song and getting all emotional.

    It’s been about, two hours since we came and I’ve been singing for approximately, forty to forty-five minutes.

    “Fatima, come on, join me” I invited Fatima to join me, but she shook her head and waved her hand indicating no.

    “You’re so deaf tone right now, I don’t wanna deal with you until we’re ready to go home” she replied.

    But I didn’t wanna take no for an answer, I reached for a spare mic on the table and threw it carelessly at her, she caught it and glared at me when her drink spilled all over her skirt.

    “Rachel!!” she growled, but I simply laughed.

    “Sing with me” I told her, then continued singing and waving my left hand in the air.

    “Alright, that’s it, you’ve had enough and it’s time to get you home” she said.

    “No!” I replied firmly and stomped my feet on the ground to show my seriousness.

    Fatima dropped her half drink on the table, snatched my mic and threw it on a sofa across the room, then grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards the door, but I wouldn’t let her.

    I dragged my feet on the ground and continued singing, giggling occasionally as I considered her efforts of pulling me out of the room fun.

    “No matter how hard you try to resist, I’m gonna get you home tonight!” she snapped, but it only made me giggle more.

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    THIRD PERSON’S pov.

    Another room in KissMe karaoke<<

    Mike stared blankly at the glass of Hennessy in his hand, he’s been holding this drink for thirty minutes without even taking a sip, meanwhile his friend’s already on his fifth glass.

    “Change the music!” his friend shouted above the music, but nobody changed it.

    His friend gulped down his drink and glanced at Mike, he sighed when he noticed Mike’s still on his first glass.

    “Hey, man, you’re the brokenhearted here, but why does it seem as if I’m drinking on your behalf?” he asked.

    Mike still didn’t move his eyes from the drink, he snatched the drink from Mike and slammed it on the table.

    “Let out your feelings and don’t bottle ’em up, it hurts more when you try to bottle them”

    “I’m not feeling hurt” Mike said.

    “You’re not feeling hurt? Then why did you bring me here?”

    TO Be Continued

  • Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 6)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 6)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 6

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    Seconds ticked into minutes, minutes ticked into hours and so the day went by in a blur, before we knew it, it’s 6pm already.

    “Time to close!!” Fatima shouted.

    “If you weren’t a shareholder in my cafe, I wouldn’t let you come here with this loudness of yours” I told her.

    “Then I’m happy to be a shareholder” she winked at me and I shook my head.

    I looked around, all my staffs have left and there’s no customer coming in. I reached for my handbag and headed towards the door, with Fatima jumping excitedly behind -she’s a crazy fan of Duncan’s songs.

    “Please promise me you won’t turn my closet upsidedown” I begged her.

    “I can’t make any promises” she replied and laughed evilly.

    I mentally facepalm myself as I could already imagine her rampaging through my closet, I could see all my clothes flying in different directions…I shuddered and gibbered quietly.

    “Where’s your driver?” she asked, referring to Mike.

    “He’s not my driver” I answered.

    She rolled her eyes and mimicked me.

    “And I think he should be with his fiancee by now”
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    “He’s not here just when I need him to be a driver”

    I couldn’t help but laughed at her expression.

    “You should blame your bad luck for that” I told her. “Let’s hail a cab”

    “Of course, that’s the only way” she pipped in.

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    “Fatima, I don’t think wearing heavy makeup is necessary”

    “Of course, it is” she replied.

    “But…”

    “Shut up” she cut me off. “We’re doing this to catch your husband’s attention, you wouldn’t like it if he’s staring at some other girl while you’re also there”

    I mentally rolled my eyes, as if he’s not being fooling around with other girls.

    “Just don’t make it too heavy, I might sweat later” I told her.

    “Sit still and shut up” she scolded me.

    It’s been almost two hours since we came back, and Fatima has been trying different dresses on me until she found the one she like.

    A knock sounded from the door, we both turned our heads towards it and saw Mrs Jackson walking in with a small box.

    “What’s that?” I asked her.

    “I don’t know, but it has your name on it” she answered.

    She dropped it on my dresser and opened it, there’s a blue dress and a pair of matching shoe inside.
    This must be the dress he asked me about this morning.

    Fatima quickly picked it up and we all gasped.

    “You must wear this” she said.

    “But I’m already wearing something else”

    Fatima gave me a ‘you mean this?’ look as her eyes trailed down my body.

    What I’m wearing is not bad, it’s a crop top and a blue boyfriend jean which is very convenient since we’re going to concert. I don’t understand why Duncan would buy a dress and want me to attend his concert in it.

    “You’re wearing this!” Fatima said with finality in her tone.

    “Fine” I don’t wanna argue. “But I’m not gonna wear those heels, I’m going with sneakers”

    “Whatever!” she replied and giggled.

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    Fatima and I were like hundred feet away from the arena, ok, that’s an exaggeration but we’re pretty far from the arena and we could already hear screams of excitement.

    Paparazzi and reporters are parading the place, I guess many of them are inside the arena too.

    I quickly checked my phone to see if we came late, and indeed we’re late but just by a few minutes.

    “Let’s hurry up!” Fatima said impatiently, she grabbed my hand and increased her pace as we approached the arena.

    Soon, we’re already in and we’ve made ourselves comfortable in our seats at the VIP section. From the VIP section, I could see the whole place and it’s totally jam-packed with fans.

    Duncan hasn’t come out yet, but they’re already screaming out their lungs, they must really love him and his music a lot.

    Suddenly the volume of their screams increased by hundred folds, some of them also began blowing their whistles and even Fatima that was sitting next to me, grabbed my arm very tightly and released a very loud scream.

    “I can’t believe I’m seeing him on stage!!” she shouted.

    Her statement had my head turning towards the stage, and I swear I gulped at the jaw dropping sight that beheld me.

    Duncan’s standing on stage, dressed in a designer black leather jacket, black leather pants and a hat with a pair of black boots. He’s the perfect definition of a bad boy right now.

    “Hello Los Angeles!” he said which increased the screams again.

    How can they scream so loudly? Do they have elastic band in their throats?

    “How y’all doin’ tonight?!” he asked.

    Series of ‘fine’ echoed all over the place as his fans went crazier than before, I winced but smiled because I understand this is their way of showing him their love and support.

    He nodded and sent a kiss to everyone.

    “Tonight, I’m gonna be singing every song in my first ever album”

    His fans cheered him on.

    “Let’s get on with it” he said.

    His fans shouted ‘yeah’ ‘yay’ and so on, then they finally calm down for Duncan to sing.

    ♪♪Do you have a dream♪♪
    ♪♪You better hold on to it… ♪♪

    My mind couldn’t help but take me back to the old days, when Duncan just started his music career, he had only hundred fans or so. How he got over 500 million fans is like a dream.

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    I was pulled out of my trance when I heard whistles and continuous cheers, then I looked back to the stage and saw Duncan clapping with a very wide grin.

    “Those songs are dedicated to someone very close to me” he said.

    Does he know I’m here? If yes, did he know I’m sitting here? Can he see me? As if to answer my question, his eyes glanced my away but only for a split second that I thought it’s just my imagination.

    “I wanna tell you all a secret!” he said.

    Everywhere was instantly silent, no more hooting and cheering as everyone was eager to hear his secret.

    My fingers suddenly went cold, my heart started beating fast for no reason and I couldn’t help but tap my feet on the ground -I guess I’m also eager to hear what he wanna say.

    “I’ve been hearing news every day, the paparazzi and reporters told everyone I’m a playboy” he paused and laughed. “Well, that’s not true, that’s a big lie. Do I look like a playboy to you?” he asked the audience.

    “Nooooo!!” Everyone shouted.

    I winced as some group of girls behind us wouldn’t stop screaming no, they were jumping and laughing loudly.

    “Alright, the truth is…” he trailed off and waited for everyone to settle down again. “…I am just a normal guy, I’m also in love with someone, I’m madly in love with her and she’s my soulmate…”

    My stomach churned in excitement, I felt my cheeks flaming up as I blushed real hard and I quickly covered my cheeks with my hands.

    “.. she’s the love of my life, we’ve been through thick and thin together…”

    I couldn’t help but think back to those old days, when Duncan and I still lived in that abandoned house, when Duncan and I were newly weds.

    “… she’s my wife. I have always been a married man!” he raised his left hand and flaunted his ring finger, showing everyone his wedding ring.

    I was expecting his fans to be heartbroken, but these crazy girls did the opposite, started jumping excitedly and screaming happily.

    I looked at him to continue his words, but he only glanced my way briefly and shook his head.

    “But I’m not gonna say her name” he smiled and glanced my way again.

    What? Wait, that’s all? Is this the so-called important announcement he wanted to make? He’s not gonna tell everyone who he’s married to? Is he ashamed of being married to me?

    “Let’s go, Fatima”

    “Huh? It’s not over yet, he just announced to everyone that he’s married, aren’t you moved?” she whispered.

    “It’s kinda stuffy in here, let’s go somewhere I can get fresh air” I said and grabbed her hand, then pulled her with me.

    “Where are we going then?” she shouted above the noise.

    “A karaoke!” I replied.

    TO Be Continued

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  • Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 5)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 5)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 5

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    🔸(Our Lives Behind Closed Doors)🔸

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    THIRD PERSON’S pov.

    Twinkle Twinkle Bridal Home<<

    Mike drove into the parking lot, he carefully, yet hurriedly parked his car in an open space, then quickly alighted from his car and rushed into the building.

    He bumped into a few people on his way, he’d muttered sorry and continue his journey, until he arrived at a room where different styles of wedding gowns are on display.

    His eyes landed on a lady who’s wearing a body tight red dress and was checking out herself in a mirror, he smiled broadly in satisfaction and walked towards her.

    “You look so gorgeous in this dress, sweetie” he said as he hugged her from behind and kissed her exposed neck.

    He stared at her face in the mirror and realized she wasn’t looking happy at all, she quickly pushed him off her and turned to face him with a soul draining glare.

    “You’re late!” she stated.

    Mike lifted his left hand and quickly glanced at his wristwatch, then released a sigh.

    “I’m just a minute late, sweetie” he said and made to pull her into another hug, but she took a few steps back, creating a arm length space between them.

    “It’s just a minute, but the fact is you’re late!” her eyebrows knitted as she narrowed her eyes. “Is it because of her?” she asked.

    “Her?” he tilted his head slightly. “Who’s her?”

    She scoffed loudly, then stormed towards a couch and angrily slumped on.

    “You’re feigning ignorance, you’re pretending as if you don’t know who I’m talking about”

    “Jacinta, what the hell are you talking about?”

    “The fuçk you don’t know her, Rachel” she paused.

    Jacinta (Mike’s fiancee) reached for her handbag and pulled out a few pictures, then slammed them on the small table in front of her.

    “You came late because of her, right?”

    He frowned as he stared at the scattered pictures on the table, he leaned down and picked one of them.

    “You’re keeping tabs on me?” he asked, sounding a little bit hurt, but Jacinta didn’t seem to care.

    “Answer me!” she raised her eyebrows. “You’re having an affair with her, you’re cheating on me with her, right?”

    Mike sighed and dropped the picture back on the table.

    “Can..can we not talk about her, she has nothing to do with us…”

    “She has everything to do with us” she interrupted him. “I heard you’ve been fooling around with her lately, tell me what enticed you in this homewrecker?”

    “Come on, Jacinta, you’re being very mean with your words right now”

    She sprang up and flipped her hair back.

    “I’m being mean with my words?” she picked one of Rachel’s pictures and waved it in front of Mike’s eyes. “I’m being mean with my words because I called this husband snatcher a homewrecker?”

    Mike’s frown deepened immediately Jacinta repeated those words, he snatched the picture from her and slammed it on the table.

    “I’m not your husband yet, Jacinta” he corrected her. “And Rachel is just one of my many clients, I won’t stay silent and watch you insult her!” he snapped at her.

    Jacinta paused and stumbled back slightly, her shoulders slumped down as tears brimmed up in her eyes.

    “You yelled at me” she said quietly.

    “Yes, because you were losing your mind and going too far” he paused and took a deep breath. “Since when did you started feeling so insecure?”

    “Since you started fooling around with her!” she pointed at the pictures.

    “Then you are just feeling insecure for nothing, Rachel doesn’t have romantic feelings for me and she never will, she’s just my client” he explained.

    “Your client?” Mike nodded. “I thought your job is to help people with their divorce procedures, and from what I know she’s single, how did she ended up being your client?”

    “It’s complicated and I can’t tell you about it”

    Jacinta let out a dry laugh, then clapped her hands and nodded.

    “It’s complicated” she laughed loudly. “Just tell me she’s your client in bed”

    Mike raised his hand to slap, but quickly stopped himself and slapped himself instead.

    “You’re really being unreasonable right now…”

    “I can’t be reasonable when someone’s trying to snatch my man!”

    He stared at her silently, it’s very obvious there’s a lot running through his mind.

    “Is this how you’re gonna be suspecting I’m having affair with every female client of mine?”

    “Yes, especially the ones who’re being too close to”

    His eyebrows furrowed instantly.

    “Do you know what you’re doing right now?” he paused. “You’re making it seem as if I’m in a toxic relationship” he paused briefly. “Can’t you give me a break to breathe?”

    “I’ll give you a break if you stop seeing her”

    Mike took a deep breath and shook his head.

    “I can’t stop seeing her because we have business together, I guess we should be the ones to stop seeing each other instead and…”

    “What do you mean? What are you trying to do?”

    “I MEAN IT’S OVER BETWEEN US!” he shouted in her face which made her flinch back.

    “W-what?!”

    “There’s no need for us being together, since you don’t understand my job” that being said, he turned and stormed off.

    Jacinta stared at the direction he stormed off to, then released an angry and agonizing growl as she started pushing any and everything that’s in her sight.

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    RACHEL’S pov.

    R&F coffee and ice cream parlor<<

    The taxi driver stopped right in front of my cafe, I alighted and paid him.

    “Keep the change” I told him.

    “Thank you, ma’am” he thanked me and drove off, then I rushed in without wasting time.

    My cafe’s already packed with customers, some were having hot tea, others were having coffees and cakes, and others are still placing orders -almost every table was occupied.

    Wow, I guess God’s compensating me for yesterday’s low sales.

    My staffs greeted me as I walked past any of them until I made it to the counter and Fatima grabbed my arm.

    “How did it go? Did he agree to sign it?” Fatima asked me.

    “Yeah, but under a condition” I answered.

    “Condition? What condition?” Fatima asked, sounding kinda anxious.

    I scorned at her, then turned away from her and walked towards the coffee machine to get myself a cup of coffee, because I swear I really need it right now.

    “Come on, come on, tell me, what’s the condition?” she asked.

    “Can you let me at least quench my thirst?”

    “Oh”

    She gestured towards the coffee machine and shut her mouth, then pulled out a stool and sat down. She impatiently tapped her fingers on the counter as I was making my coffee, with her eyes glued to my face.

    “Stop staring at me like those creeps in bars”

    She giggled.

    “Then hurry up” she urged me.

    I took a sip from my coffee and used my free hand to pull out another stool, then sat down.

    “Come on” she urged me again.

    “Well…” I dropped my coffee on the counter. “.. he said he’d consider signing the papers if I attend his concert tonight”

    Fatima’s lips curved in an O, then she broke into a very wide grin and beat the counter softly.

    “I knew it, I knew we’re gonna attend his concert this time” she threw her hands in the air and inhaled deeply. “I can’t believe my dream is coming true tonight, I’m feeling attending my idol’s concert and I’m gonna be a VIP guest!” she exclaimed, drawing a few customers attention but I whispered sorry to them and they turned back to their businesses.

    “Will you bring your voice down, you’re disturbing my customers!” I snapped at her.

    “Oh” she lowered her head. “We’ll head to your house together, get ready there and go to the concert together”

    “Why can’t we get ready in your house?” I asked.

    “Because yours is big and you’re a fashion icon, I can get free trending outfits from your closet” she replied and grinned.

    She’s right about me being a fashion icon, I have every trending clothes, shoes or bags in my closet…what can I say, I love spending my money on myself.

    TO Be Continued

  • Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 4)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 4)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 4

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    THIRD PERSON’S pov.

    RACAN’S ENTERTAINMENT<<

    Mr Baldwin sat on his big swivel chair, he looked outside through the glass window and watched the busy road below; pedestrians are walking up and down, cars are honking as the drivers are very eager to get away from the heavy traffic jam.

    He played absentmindedly with the cube puzzle he was holding. His ears pricked up when he heard his office door creak open, but he didn’t turn around to see who walked in because he knew only his assistant can come up here.

    “Mr Baldwin, here’s the latest update from Mrs Baldwin’s secret bodyguard” his assistant said.

    “Hm” he hummed, cueing his assistant to continue.

    “Sir, according to Mrs Baldwin’s secret bodyguard, she has been hanging around a lawyer recently” he reported.

    “A lawyer?”

    “Yes, sir, and from Jeff’s observation, it seems like she’s getting some papers ready”

    “What papers?”

    “Divorce papers”

    Mr Baldwin stopped playing with the cube puzzle, he swivelled his chair around and looked at his assistant with a scared and shocked expression.

    His assistant took a step back, since this was the first time he’s seen Mr Baldwin in this state, he doesn’t even know if he should continue with his report anymore or even flee from there.

    “What?!” Mr Baldwin growled. “Any news from Miss Fatima?” he asked quickly, there’s a hint of panic in his voice.

    Right at that moment, Mr Baldwin’s phone started ringing. He reached for it and saw Fatima’s name flashing on the screen, then he quickly swiped to the answer button.

    “Hello?”

    “Mr Baldwin, your wife is coming over with divorce papers, I tried to talk her out of it but she didn’t listen to me” she sighed sadly. “I guess she’s really made up her mind this time”

    Mr Baldwin closed his eyes, he did a sharp intake of breath and pulled his hair.

    “Then… you’ll do me another favor” he said.

    “Sure. What do you want me to do?” Fatima asked.

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    RACHEL’S pov.

    RACAN’S ENTERTAINMENT<<

    My neck hurt, as I raised my head and stared at the words Racan’s entertainment boldly written at approximately the 2nd floor of this sky-crapper; it’s Duncan’s company.

    Tears immediately brimmed my eyes, as I had a quick flashback to the day Duncan brought me here and told me this company is his and it’s named after us -our ship name precisely.

    I was overexcited that I didn’t feel hungry for days and ended up passing out from malnutrition, I couldn’t help but laughed at the memory. I never knew I’d come back here, just to end everything that happened between Duncan and I; such is life.

    I walked into the building and was shocked to see how big the company’s grown over the years, everyone’s working efficiently, they all seemed so focus in their work as if they’re handling a big project.

    My eyes searched around for the receptionist’s desk until I found it, the receptionist waved at me with a polite smile and I smiled back, then approached her.

    “How can we help you, Miss?” the receptionist asked.

    “I’m here for Duncan Baldwin” I answered.

    “Do you have an appointment?” she asked again.

    “No”

    “Then, I’m afraid you can’t see him, appointments are made before seeing or meeting with Mr Baldwin” she said very calmly and politely.

    “Is there no way I can see him today?”

    “No, unless you’ll make an appointment today and come back tomorrow”

    What should I do now? I must see him today and get this papers signed, then an idea suddenly popped up in my head.

    “Can you give his office a call and inform him that Miss Rachel Richards is here to see him?” I asked.

    “Yes, please hold on a second” she said and started typing away in her landline.

    She spoke softly to someone on the other end for a few seconds, then turned back to me with a smile.

    “Mr Baldwin allow you to see him” she said.

    “Thank you” I thanked her and headed towards the elevator.

    It’s not surprising that not even one of his staffs recognize me, I have to make appointments before I get to see my own husband, what a shame.

    I got in the elevator and pressed the 47th button, then I patiently waited for elevator to bring me to my destination.

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    Finally, the elevator came to a stop, the doors opened and I stepped out.

    I walked towards the end of this floor, before I finally saw a door and I knew it’s Duncan’s office. I knocked on the door and heard a faint come in.

    I pushed the door open and entered.

    Duncan smiled when he saw me walk in, his eyes trailed my body and I saw his Adam’s apple move as he gulped, even his jaw dropped as his eyes stayed glue on my chest.

    Yeah, that’s it, that’s the look I wanna see on his face, I want him to know I’m doing great without him. I smirked mentally on the effect I have on him.

    He got up and walked towards me with his arms wide open, as if he’s inviting me for a hug. I slightly pushed him aside and sat on the chair in front of his table.

    He sat on the chair next to me and continued smiling at me.

    “My heartbeat, what are you doing here? Why did you suddenly come to see me in my office today?” he asked.

    Really? Heartbeat? That’s so hypocritical of him, heartbeat indeed! Gone are the days when my heart flutter everytime he called me his heartbeat.

    “I’m here for a very important business, so, let’s get down with it” I said.

    “Ooh, I love businesses” he replied with a smile.

    He’s so clueless, he doesn’t know what I’ve come for, because he wouldn’t be smiling if he knows.

    He tried to reach for my hand, but I slapped his hand away and threw him a glare.

    “I’m not here to mess around with you” I dipped my hand in my bag and pulled out the file Mike gave me earlier, then slammed it on his table. “Let’s divorce!” I dropped the bombshell.

    He stared at the file on the table for a while, then looked up at my face.

    “You’re kidding, right?” he asked with a chuckle.

    I stared back at him, with my face free of every emotions.

    “Do I look like I’m kidding?”

    He looked back at the file.

    “So, you really want a divorce?”

    “Yes, and I have signed it” I said as I pushed the file towards him. “I don’t need your properties or money, just sign it”

    He shifted his gaze from the file to my face, he stared directly in my eyes for a while as if he’s searching for something only God knows.

    “I’m not gonna sign it” he said.

    I frowned.

    “Why? There’s nothing holding us back, right?” I nodded at it. “Just sign it and we’ll both be free”

    “Darling… ”

    I glared at him and he swallowed his words immediately, but he soon cleared his throat and continued.

    “We’re husband and wife, Rachel, you can’t just wake up one day and spring divorce papers on me”

    I gaped at him.

    “Husband and wife?” He nodded. “Do you even recall the road to your home? When was the last time you came home? When was the last time we had breakfast or lunch or dinner together?”

    He tilted his head as if he’s really trying to recall it.

    “See? You don’t even remember, and you still think of yourself as my husband?”

    “Yeah, I do take care of you and never let you lack of anything”

    What is he trying to say? In what way does he care for me?

    “I do send you money everyday and make sure I pay our workers in time”

    I banged on the table immediately he vomited those words, and he flinched back slightly.

    “What is wrong with you? You are a billionaire now and you think money can solve or buy everything?”

    “Rachel… ”

    “Don’t call my name, you have no right to say it!” I snapped at him. “Can money cuddle with me during cold, raining nights? Can money make love to me and produce kids? Can money remind me to take my drugs in time everytime I fall sick?”

    Hurt flashed across his eyes, he quickly shut them, leaned back on his chair and shoved his hands in his pockets.

    “I don’t need your money, Duncan, what I need is your companionship and you aren’t offering it”

    I pushed my hair back and blinked to fight back the tears that were threatening to fall, I didn’t come here to cry.

    “Or do you think I’ve been living off your money?” I chuckled. “No, I’m not, I have my own money and it’s enough for me, even though it’s not much”

    “You don’t understand why I’m distancing myself from you, everything is not as easy as I’m making it seem and… ”

    “Then make me understand” I cut in. “Let me know your difficulties”

    He simply shook his head.

    “I can’t, it’s gonna hurt you and I don’t want that”

    “Hurt me?”

    “Yes, the lesser you know, the safer you’d be for me..” he folded his arms on his chest. “.. just give me sometime and I’ll make everything go back to normal soon”

    I scoffed at his empty promise.

    “I’m tired, Duncan, very tired” I said “I’m also tired coming back from a very busy day at the cafe, only to meet an empty and lonely mansion everyday”

    “I…”

    I raised my hand to stop him and shook my head.

    “My mind is made up, just sign the divorce papers and we’ll both be finally free” I said.

    He got up, stared at the papers with a deep and serious frown, then he sighed deeply.

    “Fine, but I ain’t gonna sign it now”

    “What? Why not now?”

    “Come to my concert and I’ll consider signing it”

    I narrowed my eyes as I wondered; what’s going on up there in his head? what he he trying to do?

    “I’m not coming to your concert, my presence there doesn’t matter and…”

    “Just come, I have a very important announcement to make and I can consider signing it after”

    Wait, a very important announcement? Has he finally decided to make our marriage public? Has he finally decided to tell the world I’m his wife?

    “Fine”

    “Fuçk yeah!” he exclaimed quietly. “Did you receive the dress I sent? Do you like it?” he asked.

    “No”

    He sighed.

    “I guess the delivery man will deliver it later, wear it tonight, I wanna see how it looks on you” he sighed. “It’s been long I saw you try on a dress” he added.

    “And whose fault is that?” I asked with a raised brow.

    He speechlessly scratched the back of his neck and grinned goofily.

    “I’m leaving”

    “Oh, my driver will drop you off”

    I quickly shook my head in disagreement.

    “No, I prefer taking taxis” I replied him. “And tell your girlfriends to stop paying me visits, I might murder one of them someday” I added and headed towards the door, leaving Duncan completely speechless.

    TO Be Continued

  • Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 3)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 3)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife Chapter 3

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    🔸(Our Lives Behind Closed Doors)🔸

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    RACHEL’S pov.

    “Arghhhh” I groaned sleepily as the doorbell wouldn’t stop ringing.

    Who in their right senses, would leave their home at this early hour just to wake other people up from sleep? Where is Mrs Jackson? Why isn’t she answering the door?

    I released a relief sigh and smiled sleepily in great joy when the bell finally stop ringing, then pulled my duvet over my head and completely covered myself up.

    But my joy was short-lived as my duvet was suddenly ripped off me, exposing my skin to the coldness of the room and I angrily sprang up -I normally sleep with only my bra and panty on.

    I glared at her with a displeased expression.

    “Fatima, what are you doing here so early in the morning?” I grumbled sleepily.

    “Well, good morning to you too, darling” she started folding my duvet even though it’s giving her a hard time. “… besides, it’s already 7:30am, it’s no longer considered early in the morning” she said.

    7:30am already? I guess I went to bed very late last night, and it’s all because of that b@stard husband of mine. I pouted my lips.

    “Why didn’t you go straight to the cafe since it’s no longer early in the morning?” I asked her, but she ignored me and continued struggling with my duvet.

    I leaned back against the headboard, reached for my favorite stuffed animal, a jaguar and hugged it to my chest.

    “Go to the cafe and let me sleep for twenty-five minutes” I kissed my jaguar and rested my head on its.

    “Sleep?” she scoffed. “In your dreams!”

    Fatima frustratingly threw the duvet on the floor, stomped on it and she put her hands on her waist, then narrowed her eyes fiercely at me.

    “We both have an unfinished discussion last night, let’s continue from where we stopped” she said.

    My mind quickly replayed last night’s event, then I recalled telling her about my plan on divorcing Duncan and I mentally facepalm myself -my blabbermouth!

    I could have proceeded with the divorce before telling her, because she’s gonna try talking me out of it, like how she’s been talking me out of it for four years now and I don’t know if I’m strong willed enough to disagree with her this time.

    Wait, could it be Duncan’s successfully paid her to keep me hooked to him?

    “We don’t have any unfinished discussion, go away and let me sleep” I told her.

    “Don’t fuçk with me, Mrs Baldwin, start talking!” she growled.

    “Don’t call me that, I won’t be Mrs Baldwin after today”

    She stared at me for a moment, then sighed and her fierce expression was replaced with a sympathetic look, she took a few steps towards me and sat at the edge of my bed.

    “Baby, take a deep breath and you need to calm down, you’re only taking a hasty decision right now and it’s not the best way to handle this” she said calmly.

    Alright, I know exactly where her car is headed.

    “What’s the best way then, because I really don’t know anymore”

    “I understand you perfectly fine, but have you sat down and have a heart to heart conversation with your husband? Do you know the reasons he’s been hiding his marital status?”

    Of course, I know the reason. They don’t want his female fans to lose interest in him, because the more they crush on him and go crazy over him, the more money he’d make.

    “Maybe he’s doing all this to protect you”

    “Protect me? From what?” I asked.

    “A lot of things” I rolled my eyes. “I can feel that he’s still in love with you and he wouldn’t agree to the divorce”

    “In love with me you say? Who stays away from someone they love for six good years without even visiting one day and say hello to them?”

    “Rachel… ”

    “Fatima, my mind is already made up and there’s nothing you can say at the moment that would make me change my mind”

    I put my jaguar aside and slide off the bed, walked towards the closet, I opened it and Duncan’s clothes are the first things that caught my eyes. I sighed.

    “Look, his clothes have been hanging here like this for years and you think I’ll be happy seeing them?”

    “You’re being influenced by someone to file for divorce, that Mike is surely the instigator and I will make sure I scratch his face next time I see him!” Fatima growled as she punched her left palm with her right fist, as if to illustrate how serious she is.

    After searching through my clothes for a few seconds, I snatched a light pink bathrobe and wore it.

    “Don’t involve Mike in this, I and Duncan’s issues have nothing to do with him” I said walking out of the closet.

    “Of course, it has a lot of things to do with him”

    I walked towards the bathroom to do my morning routine; brush my teeth, wash my face and maybe release some waste products.
    Fatima followed me and stood outside the door, while I started brushing.

    “You don’t strongly wish to divorce Duncan before Mike came into your life…” she paused. “.. hold on, are you two dating or something?” she asked.

    “I wish we are…” I trailed off as I got water in my mouth and rinsed every inch of my mouth.

    “What? You wish to date that.. that.. that…” she couldn’t even find the right words to say.

    “Relax, it’s not possible between us because he’s engaged and his wedding is next month” i told her.

    “Really? He’s engaged?”

    I nodded with a smile.

    “He’s just my lawyer and there’s strictly only business relationship between us” I assured her.

    She cleared her throat and tucked some hair behind her ear.

    “It’s better that way” she huffed out.

    “Let’s go downstairs for breakfast, Mrs Jackson promised to cook my favorite” I said as I walked out of the bathroom and headed towards the door, Fatima quickly rushed after me.

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    I saw Mrs Jackson standing by the door, when we arrived at the living room, she seemed to be talking to someone outside and I tilted my head slightly to get a glimpse of whoever she’s talking to, but couldn’t.

    “Mrs Jackson, who’s at the door?” I asked.

    “It’s barrister Mike”

    “Let him in” I said and walked towards a sofa.

    Fatima glared maliciously at the door, before storming towards another sofa and sat down. Like seriously, I don’t know why she hold so much grudge against Mike.

    Mrs Jackson gave way for Mike to come in and he smiled appreciatively at her, then walked towards me.

    My eyes settled on a blue file in his hand.

    “Good morning, sexy” he greeted me as he leaned towards me and gave me a brief side hug.

    Fatima scoffed and coughed as if she’s reminding me of her presence.

    “Good morning” I replied Mike’s greeting and pulled away from the hug. “Aren’t you supposed to be at your office at this time?” I asked and glanced at the wall clock.

    “Yeah, about that, my fiancee and I are doing our pre-wedding photoshoot today..”

    “Awwwwn, that’s so sweet” I gushed with an envious smile.

    I never get to wear a real wedding dress, and Duncan and I didn’t even bothered about pre-wedding photoshoot because there was no money for it then.

    “.. yeah, hence I decided to deliver your documents before leaving” he said stretching the blue file towards me.

    “Well, this is very thoughtful of you, thanks” I thanked him after collecting the file.

    “You’re welcome, but I gotta run now” he said as he rushed towards the door. “See you later” he added and dashed out.

    I stared at the file with mixed feelings; I’m happy the divorce papers are here and I’ll soon get my freedom, but partly sad because it means the end of Duncan and I.

    “Someone just called you sexy and you’re saying he has no interest in you?” Fatima pipped in.

    “You heard him just now, he’s doing his pre-wedding photoshoot today” I reminded her of Mike’s words.

    She rolled her eyes and scoffed unbelievably.

    “Anything can happen, who knows if he’d call off the wedding and break things off with his fiancee because of you”

    I giggled hysterically for a very brief moment, then shook my head and dumped the file on the table.

    “Don’t think so highly of me, baby” I told her.

    Her eyes landed on the file.

    “Are you really gonna divorce him?” she asked, referring to Duncan.

    “Yes and don’t ask me about it again” she pouted her lips and blinked innocently at me. “You’ll head to the cafe after breakfast and I’ll head over to Duncan’s company”

    “You think he’d agree to sign this?”

    “Of course, he has no choice”

    “Uh, Rachel, I suggest you sit down and… ”

    “Mrs Jackson, is breakfast ready yet!” I interrupted Fatima by screaming over words.

    “You devil” she reached for a cushion and threw it at me, but I stuck out my tongue at her.

    She grabbed another cushion and threw it at me, but I dodged it and soon we’re having a pillow fight.

    TO Be Continued

  • Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 2)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 2)

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    THIRD PERSON’S pov.

    A car with tainted glasses was parked at about fifteen feet away from R&F coffee and ice cream parlor, a man who was wearing a black mask sat in the back seat and stared at the cafe through the tainted window.

    “Mr Baldwin” he heard one of his bodyguards called and he turned his gaze towards him.

    “Get in” he said.

    “Mr Baldwin, she said…”
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    He raised his hand and cut off whatever his bodyguard wanted to say, he looked towards R&F coffee and ice cream parlor once more, then smirked.

    “I heard everything she said, she’s gonna come” he said confidently.

    “But, Mr Baldwin… ”

    “Get in the car, Lucas, let’s go” he cut his bodyguard off again.

    Lucas sighed, he quickly got in the car and drove off in great speed.

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    RACHEL’S pov.

    “… he’s still your husband no matter what” Fatima argued with me.

    Fatima’s my best friend and she knows about my marriage with Duncan, and she tries everything within her power to remind me of my love for him.

    “He’s only my husband in name, the public doesn’t know us as husband and I don’t think they’ll ever know” I replied her.

    She gaped at me, but I ignored her and stormed towards the counter to roundup my account.

    “What do you mean? Why did you say they’ll never know?” she asked.

    “I’m working on our divorce… ”

    “What?!!” she shouted, her scream almost blew off the roof of my cafe.

    Right at that moment, a honk sounded from outside, we both turned our heads towards the direction and saw it’s my friend and neighbor, Mike -we live in the same neighborhood.

    Fatima frowned, but I smiled in appreciation, thank goodness he’s here to rescue me from Fatima.

    “My ride’s here” I said.

    “Will he just stop picking up another man’s wife?!” she growled lowly.

    “Another man’s wife? Who’s that?”

    She rolled her eyes at me.

    “You know who I’m talking about” she said.

    “No, I don’t” I replied.

    I snatched my bag from the counter and flung it on my shoulder, then patted Fatima’s head.

    “I’ve got to go, help me lock up” I told her and dashed out without waiting for her reply.

    Mike already had the passenger door open before I reached his car, so, I quickly slide in and shut the door.

    “You close later than before, today” he said.

    “Yeah, I was balancing my account” I replied.

    He nodded, he gestured at my seatbelt and I quickly fastened it, then he drove off.

    “Right, your divorce papers are ready” he said as he shifted his gaze from the road, but for a split second.

    “Do you have them here?”

    “Nope” he popped the P. “I left them back at the office, you can come by my office tomorrow and get them”

    “Hm” I hummed.

    Mike’s my lawyer and he’s the one helping me with the divorce papers, apart from Fatima, he’s the only person who knows about my marriage and he’s being doing a good job keeping it a secret.

    Though, Mike knew by accident, he overheard Fatima and I talking about it one day.

    “I guess you’re tired, get some rest” he said.

    “Hm” I hummed again.

    I leaned back on the seat and closed my eyes, though, I know I’m not gonna fall asleep.

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    After a fifteen minutes drive, Mike stopped his car outside our (I and Duncan’s) mansion.

    “We’re here” he said.

    “Yeah, thank you” I replied.

    I opened the door and alighted his car, then waved at him.

    “Good night, Mike”

    “Yep, good night and don’t forget to call by my office tomorrow for those papers” he reminded me.

    “Ok”

    I continued waving him as he drove off and until he’s drove into his own compound. His mansion’s just two poles away from ours.

    “Welcome, Mrs Baldwin” our security man greeted me, which made me flinch back slightly.

    “Jeb, stop sneaking up on me” I scolded him.

    “Yes, ma’am”

    I turned and headed in. Jeb followed behind me until I entered the mansion, then he wished me good night and went back to his post.

    I frowned when I stepped into the living room and realized the lights were turned off; where’s Mrs Jackson? Has she gone back home already?

    Right, Mrs Jackson is our housekeeper, she’s an advance woman and she treat me like her own child -maybe because she doesn’t have a child of her own.

    My hand searched for the lights switch, until I found it and flicked the lights on.

    “Mrs Jackson?” I called as I tiredly dragged my feet towards a sofa.

    “Oh, Rachel, you’re back” she answered as she rushed out of the kitchen.

    “Water, please” I said.

    She stopped by the fridge and quickly poured some water in a glass, then handed it to me. I took a few gulps and put down the glass.

    “Why did you turn off the lights?” I asked.

    “It kept blinking that I had to call the management, and I was told to turned all the lights off that they’d fix it” she paused and stared at the lights. “I guess they’ve fixed it”

    A tired yawn left my mouth, I picked my bag and headed towards the stairs.

    “Dinner is ready, freshen up and come down for dinner” she said.

    “Ok” I simply replied.

    My phone beeped when I was only a few steps away from our room (the master’s bedroom), I reached for it and saw a message, but I didn’t check the sender before opening it.

    I narrowed my eyes as I realized it’s a message from my first bank, they just alerted me that Duncan Baldwin transferred $1,000,000 into my account and my account balance is $12,500,600,709.

    “Ughhh!” I groaned and pulled my hair. “when is he fuçking gonna realize his shîtty money isn’t what I need?” I growled quietly and shoved the phone back in my bag.

    He does this everyday, sending me a million dollars everyday but I don’t use it.

    I know many are wondering why I’m living in his home since I don’t need or depend on his money, well, I’m living here because he built this mansion with his very first salary and that was when he was still acknowledging me as his wife, he doesn’t neglect me then.

    He’s built other bigger and more beautiful mansions and has begged me severally to move to one of them, but I refused.

    This mansion is already too big and too lonely for me, I think it’s enough… besides, it holds so many of our memories and mean a lot to me.

    I guess there’s no way we can go back to the past and be the happiest couple we were, it seems divorce is really the only option now.

    TO Be Continued

  • Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 1)

    Rachel The Celebrity’s Hidden Wife (Chapter 1)

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    RACHEL’S POV.

    R&F coffee and ice cream parlor<<

    It’s 7:34pm, which was way past my closing time but I had to stay back and do some accounting, I haven’t been making up to my targeted profit recently.

    I was getting ready to close, when I heard the bells chiming and I lifted my head only to see a lady dressed in expensive clothes walk into my cafe. But I didn’t bother to check her out in details, because I care less about her.

    “Hello, welcome to R&F coffee and ice cream parlor, but we’re closed for today, maybe you should come tomorrow” I told her politely with a small smile.

    She ignored me as she looked around for a while, then turned back to me and looked me from my head to my toes -she sighed and shook her head.

    Hello? What’s that supposed to mean?! I screamed mentally.

    “I just wanna have a word with you” she said, then showed herself to a table and sat down.

    I gaped at her blatant behavior, like, who does she think she is? Miss world? Why is she behaving as if she owns my cafe?

    I overlooked her rudeness, walked towards the table and sat down too, then I tilted my head and raised my eyebrows at her to state her business.

    But she didn’t say a word, she kept looking around with a disgusted expression and I felt like clawing her eyes out.

    It’s been close to twenty minutes, but she haven’t said anything yet, she’s just been glaring at me and accessing me from my head to my toes.

    “Who are you?” she finally said something.

    I frowned at her question.

    “Who am I?” I asked her back.

    “What’s your relationship with my boyfriend? Why is your picture his phone’s wallpaper? Why does he even have your pictures in his phone? And why won’t he stop staring at them every fuçking time?” she questioned me, banging on the table with each question that proceeded from her off.

    Oh, so, this is what brought her here? To ask me these silly questions?

    “You have asked me so many questions, which one do you want me to answer first?” I asked her, with a nonchalant shrug.

    Her brows furrowed immediately as she squinted her eyes, she gritted her teeth and leaned on the table.

    “What’s your relationship with my boyfriend?” she repeated one of the questions she’s asked earlier.

    “My relationship with your boyfriend…” I trailed off.

    I leaned back on the chair, crossed my legs and began picking my fingernails as if I had dirt in them.

    “… firstly, I don’t know who the hell you are, talk more or less of who your boyfriend is”

    I paused and glanced at her, only to realize she’s glaring daggers at me which means I’m getting under her skin already -I smirked victoriously.

    “Secondly, how can I know what my relationship with your boyfriend is, when I don’t even know him?”

    “You’re…”

    “Babygirl, didn’t your mummy teach you it’s very rude to approach people without self-introduction?”

    My question rendered her speechless, she stared at my with her reddened face, which made her looked like a volcano preparing to erupt, but she took a few deep breaths to keep her cool.

    “My name is Tasha Wood, the most popular and highly paid model in the world” she said smugly.

    “Oh”

    “Yes, my boyfriend is…” she narrowed her eyes. “.. Duncan Baldwin!” she whispered quietly as if she doesn’t want others to hear her.

    “Oh” I replied simply, putting my hand over my mouth and feigning being surprised.

    “Oh?” she asked and I raised an eyebrow in return. “What’s with the ‘I don’t care’ expression?”

    “Because I really don’t care and this is the first time I’m hearing both your names” I lied partly, I’ve heard Duncan’s name and I know very well who he is.

    I rolled my eyeballs mentally. If only she knew her so-called boyfriend is my lawfully wedded husband.

    Her eyes searched around my restaurant, until they landed on a big flat screen tv above my cashier’s counter and she rolled her eyeballs. Lady, don’t roll your eyes at me, or I’m gonna claw them out!

    “Maybe you should use your tv, then you’d be hearing our names everyday”

    I glanced at the tv.

    “I don’t know how to turn it on, maybe you should stay for some days and teach me” I pouted.

    “You’re… ” she trailed off.

    “I’m what?” I asked calmly.

    She couldn’t find any words to say, she could only gulp a few times and exhaled in frustration. She dipped her hand in her small, fancy purse and I know it’s worth millions.

    She pulled out a blank cheque, slammed it on the table and pushed it towards me.

    “A blank cheque?” I asked.

    “Yes” she answered. “Tell me, how much do you need to leave my boyfriend?”

    “Ooh, I love blank cheques” I said.

    I reached for the cheque, I stared at it with a smile and kissed it, making sure my red lipstick is vividly printed on it. Then I slammed it on the table and it pushed it back to her.

    “Look around, this is my own cafe, which simply means I’m doing fine and I don’t need your blank cheque”

    “But…”

    “Give it to your boyfriend, tell him that’s my lipstick on it and please warn him to stop staring at my pictures without my permission and he should delete them from his phone” I sighed. “That is if he’d listen to your whining” I added just to infuriate her.

    She frowned.

    “How dare you?!”

    “Sorry, honey, but you’ve overstated your welcome” I gestured towards the door.

    “What?”

    “Yes, walk yourself out or I’ll leave you behind here and report you to the cops on you and charge for for break-in” I told her warningly. “And… ” I nodded at her cheque. “… don’t leave your cheque behind” I said, keeping a very calm and confident demeanour.

    She glared at me a few seconds, before springing off her chair, snatched her cheque and stormed towards the exit door.

    “What a waste of my twenty minutes” I scoffed.

    Just when I turned around and was about heading back to the counter to continue doing my account, I heard the bells chiming again, I turned around and saw a man dressed in black suit approaching me.

    He’s so tall, muscular and had a small, black bluetooth plugged in his ear.

    “Not again” I grumbled under my breath.

    He stopped in front of me.

    “Good evening, Mrs Baldwin” he greeted me.

    “Hm” I could only hum and nod.

    “Mr Baldwin’s concert is tomorrow night, he specially asked me to pass these tickets to you and beg you not to tear them this time” he said as he stretched out two tickets to me.

    Of course, he knows I’ve been tearing every single ticket he’s brought.

    He always send tickets to me everytime he’s going on tours in different countries, but I don’t attend any of them, at least not anymore because I used to attend four years ago.

    “He said I should remind you that he’s holding his concert in LA this year, and you should please attend” he said.

    I tilted my head and glanced at the bluetooth that’s flashing blue light, which means it’s turned on and he (my husband) can hear me.

    “Tell him to come home and if he really want me to come to his concert, he’d personally give these tickets to me” I said.

    “But, Mrs Baldwin, Mr Baldwin is a very busy man and… ”

    “Good” I cut in. “Tell him I’m a very busy woman too, I don’t have time for his cat and mouse games”

    He wanted to say something else, but I raised my hand and stopped him. I let my eyes roam outside as if I’m searching for something or someone.

    “It’s best you leave now, you don’t want people to start suspecting I have a relationship with the big celebrity” I told him. “Oh, and tell him one of his girlfriends dropped by earlier”

    “But the tickets”

    At once the tickets were snatched from him, we both turned towards who had snatched them and I groaned frustratingly.

    “Fatima, give it back” I grumbled.

    “Nope” she replied and kissed the tickets. “I love concerts!” she jumped happily.

    He smiled, then turned and literally ran out, before I would think of snatching the tickets from Fatima and shove them back in his hands.

    “You shouldn’t have collected those tickets” I queried her while glaring at the tickets.

    TO Be Continued