What happens when two laterally opposite worlds of business collide. One from the day and the other operates at night. Jema Malteng was the first child of a famous business tycoon. She was the next in line successor of his vast business empire. She had always believed for years that she would assume position of chief executive officer once her father stepped down,seeing that he had no male child. Her father however, gave her a condition which she must fulfill if she wanted to reach that mantle, she must get married in six months after reading his will or risk the company being handed over to her step sister . She was distraught on hearing the news because she had no man in her life and neither did she ever plan to. She looked for a quick means of fulfilling his wish and resorted to a contract marriage with a man who crashed into her car the day she was returning from the will reading. It seemed like the most viable solution, seeing that it was in trend but little did she know that her newly contracted husband had secrets of his own. He lunged her into a world of danger and paranoia, adding to the one she already led. They uncovered many underlying plots against them as they continued with the marriage and along the line,began to develop feelings for each other as well. "Miss,are you sure you are willing to put up with my fast paced life,it can get a little risky as we ride on", he said and leaned in into the seat,hands crossed believing that she would change her mind. She looked at him with absolutely no doubt in her mind. " I don't care,you are a bodyguard aren't you,I'll be fine as long as you're with me",she stated in an as a matter of fact tone,handing him the pen. He shook his head and grinned at her confidence. He collected the pen and signed,but as he did so,he looked at her. "Welcome to hell Miss Malteng", he said rolling the pen to her across the table. Watch as the plot unfolds. Disclaimer: This book cover isn't originally mine.
Jema sat on her executive office chair trying to get some work done. She had a schedule to keep up with and typed on her desktop with accurate speed.
She was typing when her phone beeped with a call. She paused to pick up the phone and relaxed on her chair in exasperation as she saw the caller's name.
It was her younger sister, Kylie. She wondered what was making her call at this time even though she knew really well that she was at work and didn't like to be disturbed.
She picked the call and on doing so, simultaneously pulled it away from her ear reflexively. Her sister shouted her name over the phone,fear evident in her voice.
She became alarmed by her tone. Her sister didn't wait for her to speak and said,
"Come to the hospital immediately", she said and cut the call.
Jema looked at the phone before dropping it on the table. She began to panic when she heard the word 'hospital'. Her father was in the hospital,admitted a few days earlier after collapsing from a heart attack, that she caused. She soon began to feel guilt wash through her again but she shook it off.
She picked up her bag from the table,put her phone in her purse and grabbed her car key before dashing out of the office.
Her personal assistant almost crashed into her in her haste. She tried to speak but her employer had already dashed into the elevator. She looked at the elevator wondering what could make her boss leave looking so worn out.
Jema looked at the control pad and watched as the numbers counted down. She was so jittery and was becoming annoyed that it counted down slowly.
She heaved a sigh when it did eventually get to the last floor and dashed out before the door could even fully open. Her employees who saw her did that almost gaped at her.
They had never seen their ever so composed boss's daughter so not composed.
Jema rushed out of the office complex and went to the parking lot.
She got into her car,switched on the ignition and swerved out of the parking lot almost recklessly.
She soon got on the expressway and drove like a maniac. She wondered what was going on in the hospital. Her mind raced as it hit only one possibility, her father might be dying.
She pushed the negative thought out of her mind. She didn't want to think negatively and fixed her mind on the impossibly positive.
She looked out her window and saw a sign telling her that she was way past the speed limits.
She took in a breath and slowed down so not to gain the attraction of the police. She then began to drive with more caution as she approached the hospital's street.
She felt herself tense up as she caught a view of the hospital building.
She arrived at the hospital and parked her car safely. She stepped out of the car and walked into the hospital.
She managed to pull back up her usual casual composure as she approached the receptionist. The receptionist looked at her and her eyes widened on seeing the personality before her. Jema looked at her coolly on noticing the nurse's reaction. She was used to receiving such reaction from people.
The receptionist scrambled through her files fully aware of the reason why she was here. She brought out a card and handed it to her before adding,
"I can take you there if you don't...", she paused on seeing Jema's right hand raised.
Jema left the reception silently and walked towards the ward following the description of the card.
She paused on reaching the private ward. She opened the door which revealed the presence of all her family,her two sisters, her step mother and her two girls. They were already present making her feel as though she missed it.
Her eyes quickly caught the bed and her father who was lying on it,eyes closed. He was not moving and seeing him inactive made her heart clench with emotion.
She looked opposite him and saw her sister Kylie seated,signalling her to come take a seat beside her. She walked over to the seat reserved for her and sat down.
Her stepmother who sat in a chair beside her father,gently tapped him to wake him up.
His eyes fluttered open and he asked,
" Jema,is she here,Jema",he called out for her his voice low.
"I am here now father", she said standing up and walking to his side,on the opposite side of the bed away from her stepmother.
She looked at him with so much emotions dancing in her eyes.
He turned slowly to face her and smiled weakly when he saw her smiling at him faintly. Her looks really resembled that of her mother,his first wife. They both had auburn hair and deep brown eyes,a gentle oval face with pouty lips.
He truly had loved her but he killed her with his own careless behaviour. They had both wanted a male child but kept on giving birth to female.
He had been desperate for a male child and after they gave birth to their second child which turned out to be twin girls,he remembered leaving the hospital to go get drunk.
He got carried away and slept with one of the showgirls who eventually got pregnant. On discovering that she was pregnant,he decided to take full responsibility as an ethical man that he was.
He took her in with him to live as his wife. The news killed his wife whom he had cherished so much. She thought he did so in search of a male child.
He wallowed in regret for months and entered into more regret when he discovered that she gave birth to a female child.
He looked at his daughter feeling his heart slowly beginning to palpitate. He had called them all together so that he could read out his will to them.
The lawyer knocked on the door causing them them all to face the door, wondering who that could be.
"Come in Mr Chang", he called to the man and he stepped in upon the man's request.
A man in a black suit stepped in and greeted the family formally before telling them the reason for his presence. They all gasped and looked at the man on the bed. Jema shook her head.
" No way dad,what is the meaning of this, you are perfectly fine there is no need to... ",but she paused and sighed on seeing him raise his hand.
He slowly tried to sit up and his wife tried to help but he stopped her from doing so,he was determined to do it without any assistance. They all stared at him in a state of helplessness.
After a few seconds of struggling,he sat up into a comfortable position, cushioning himself with his pillows.
He cleared his throat and began.
Liesl McGrath is an up-and-coming artist but for eight years she focuses on her husband as a devoted partner, adjusting her life and her career around him achieving his goal of becoming CEO by the age of thirty. Her life is perfect until her glass castle crashes down. Her husband admits to infidelity with none other than her own sister and there is a child coming. Liesl decides the best way to mend her shattered heart is by destroying the one thing he holds more important than anything else: his career. Isaias Machado is a billionaire first generation American he knows the value of hard work and doing what it takes to survive. His entire life has been geared to the moment he can take the McGrath company away from the corrupted men who once left his family homeless. When Liesl McGrath approaches the billionaire to bribe him with information set to ruin her ex-husband, Isaias Machado is chomping at the bit to take everything the McGrath’s prize including Liesl. A story of love, revenge and healing needs to start somewhere and Liesl’s pain is the catalyst to the wildest rollercoaster ride of her life. Let the bribery begin.
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Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .