
The small living room buzzed with laughter and joy, a rare sight in the humble home that had seen more tears than smiles in the past year. Asher sat on the couch, arms around his wife, Tessa and his daughter, Nora his eyes glistening,not from sadness, but from a happiness he had almost forgotten existed.
He had gotten the job.
After months,no, years, of looking for jobs, facing countless rejections, and enduring embarrassing moments where he begged his best friend, Brooklyn for money. He finally saw a text, " Congratulations, You've gotten the job."
At first, he had stood frozen in disbelief, clutching his phone tightly. Now, seated between his wife, Tessa, and their 5-year-old daughter, he couldn't stop smiling.
"I still can't believe it," Ash murmured, brushing a strand of hair from Tessa’s face. "I keep thinking I’ll wake up and it was all a dream."
Tessa leaned into him, her smile soft and full of love. “It’s real, baby. It’s finally happening. You did it.”
Nora, who had been busy twirling in circles with a pink ribbon, paused and jumped onto Ash’s lap. “Daddy got the job!” she squealed, throwing her arms around his neck.
Ash chuckled, lifting her up and spinning her around. “Yes, I did, my little princess!”
The celebration was small, no fancy meals, no decorations, they didn't even have the money to afford such things. It was just the three of them, a pot of jollof rice, and a bottle of orange soda. But it felt like a grand festival.
Tasha stood and walked to the kitchen, her eyes misty as she stirred the pot. “Do you know how long we’ve been praying for this?” she called. "Thanks for not giving up, darl"
He looked down at his hands, calloused from doing odd jobs just to make ends meet. “There were days I wanted to. Trust me. But you... you kept believing in me."
She turned and smiled. “Because I knew what you’re capable of. And Nora did too.”
Nora beamed, lifting her teddy bear. “I told my teddy bear that Daddy was gonna get the best job in the world!”
Ash almost choked on air but he just laughed. "And you were right."
After dinner, they sat on the floor around the low wooden table, the light from the small ceiling bulb casting a warm glow over their faces. Nora was scribbling on her drawing book while Ash and Tessa were leaning on each other.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked softly, her fingers laced with his. He sighed, not out of worry, but maybe a little bit of worry. “About how this moment right here... this is everything. The job means we can breathe again. No more hiding from landlords. No more beg...." He paused realizing Nora was still with them.
Tessa nodded, her thumb brushing over his knuckles. “We’re proud of you, Ash. No matter how things were, we never stopped being proud of you.”He swallowed hard. “I know. That’s what gave me the strength to keep going.”
Nora looked up suddenly. “Daddy, when you start work, can I tell my teacher that my daddy is a boss?”Ash chuckled, if only she knew her father was only an ordinary driver she wouldn't be stabbing him like this. But she was still a child, she wouldn't know. “Not exactly a boss, sweetheart, but maybe one day.”
“You already are,” Tessa said with a grin. “You’ve always been the boss of this family. And now, you’re just finally getting paid for it.”They all laughed, and for the first time in a long time, the sound didn’t feel forced. It was genuine. It was free.
Later that night, after Nora had fallen asleep with her arms around her teddy, Ash and Tessa sat outside on the small front porch, watching the stars.“I want to build something better for us,” he said. “A home with more rooms. A fashion store for you. A playground for Nora ”Tessa rested her head on his shoulder. “We’ll get there. One step at a time. This job is just a sign of good things coming”
Ash looked up at the night sky, a soft smile playing on his lips. The future now felt like a promise. For a moment his mind slipped to the landlord. He silently prayed he'd understand when he told him he'd pay his rent as soon as he got his salary.
Ring! Ring! The doorbell rang. They were wondering who would knock on their door on such ungodly time of the night. "Who's there?" Ash shouted from inside. No response. He went to check for himself. As soon as he opened the door, he was met with the angry glare of his landlord.
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Chapter 48: You're my best creation
The Langston mansion was always too quiet.Not the comfortable kind of silence, but the kind that followed obedience.At seventeen, Sienna had learned how to make silence sound like love.Her father taught her that.Mr. Langston was a man who never raised his voice; he didn’t have to. His words could break ribs without leaving a bruise. Every syllable came laced with the same authority he used in boardrooms, cold, exact, inescapable.He’d stand behind her as she practiced the piano, his hands folded neatly behind his back.“Again,” he’d say when she missed a note.“Smile, Sienna. Perfection should look effortless.”When she got it right, he’d rest his palm on her shoulder, not a pat, but a claim.“You’re my best creation,” he’d whisper.She was seventeen, and she didn’t know what that meant.Every Sunday, they had dinner alone.Her father at the head of the table, her opposite him. Always opposite.“Wine?” he’d offer.“I’m not eighteen yet,” she’d reply.He’d smile. “You are when I sa
Chapter 47: The Walls Close In
The first thing Asher noticed wasn’t the locks.It was the silence.The house had grown too quiet, like the air itself was listening. The hum of the old refrigerator was gone, the distant chatter of staff had vanished. Even the wind, somehow, seemed to pause before brushing past the window panes.Sienna called it “peace.”He called it wrong.He hadn’t realized when she started installing things — the new door bolts, the subtle shimmer of reinforced glass on the windows. It was all “for safety,” she’d said. Safety from the outside world. Safety from everything that might take him away from her. “You need to feel protected,” she’d told him with that soft smile that always made him forget how she’d gotten under his skin in the first place. “You’ve been through enough, Ash. Let me take care of you.”Ben was the first to act like it was normal.He moved through the house like a shadow, quiet, obedient, his movements careful, almost rehearsed. He delivered messages, breakfast trays, even A
Chapter 46: The Fight
The morning was too quiet. The kind of quiet that felt deliberate. Sienna sat by the window, a cup of tea untouched beside her, her eyes following the way the sunlight folded itself across the marble floor. Ash was trying to fix the broken clasp of his wristwatch, one of the many things Sienna had got him. Ben lingered near the doorway, restless, pretending to scroll through his phone. Ben hadn't been in good terms with Sienna since Day 1. He had begun to flinch when she called his name and Ash though quiet was noticing too much.“You’re not even trying to get better,” Ben snapped after he couldn't take it anymore.His voice cracked through the morning silence like a thrown stone. The Langston Mansion, still smelling of polished marble and Sienna’s lavender candles, had a stillness that made every sound echo.Ash looked up from the couch where he sat, half-dressed in the crisp shirt Sienna had laid out for him. His bruises were fading, but his eyes had the dullness of someone who hadn
Chapter 45: Chains of care
Sienna stood by the doorway, her hair unkempt from the wind, her eyes fever, bright. “Don’t you remember me?”Ash looked up from where he sat on the edge of the bed, the question slicing through the silence like a blade. She had never showed any hint that they knew each other before and now this. He was confused. “What?” he asked, his brow furrowing. “Remember you?”She smiled, the kind of smile that hides too many years of waiting. “You really don’t, do you?”Ash hesitated. “Sienna, what are you talking about?”Her laugh came out half-broken, half-bitter. “I should’ve known. You never looked twice at me back then either.”She walked toward him, barefoot, her steps soundless against the marble. For the first time, her confidence seemed cracked, not gone, just trembling beneath the weight of memory.“High school,” she said softly, stopping in front of him. “You were two grades ahead. You played basketball, wore that stupid smile everyone loved.” Her lips curled faintly. “You don’t re
Chapter 44: The Possessive Bloom
“You don’t need the world, Ash. You only need me.”Her voice was velvet and steel all at once. Sienna stood by the window, morning light spilling across her satin robe. Ash sat on the couch, still in the clothes she’d picked for him. “You’ve lost weight,” she murmured, tracing his jaw with her perfect manicured finger. “You shouldn’t skip breakfast again.”Ash’s mouth curved in a faint, careful smile. “I wasn’t hungry.”“You will eat.” She lifted a silver tray from the table. “I had your favorite made.”He didn’t remember ever mentioning a favorite.The Langston Mansion was quiet except for the low hum of the city beyond the tinted glass. Every step she took made the space smaller. He chewed obediently, feeling her eyes study every movement.Ben’s voice echoed faintly in his head from the night before, “Bro, she’s watching you like a hawk. Are you sure you’re good?”He had told Ben to stay in the guest room, to stay quiet. Now he wasn’t sure if that had been protection or surrender.
Chapter 43: You deceived me
“Still thinking about him?”The voice slid through the dimly lit room like ice. Tessa turned sharply, startled. She hadn’t heard the door open. Brooklyn stood by the doorway, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a glass of something dark and expensive. His tie was loosened, shirt slightly open at the collar which was quiet unusual for the few times she saw him at the hospital.“Can’t you knock?” she asked quietly, folding her arms.“Should I, when you look like you’re waiting for ghosts?” he replied, stepping in. The faint scent of his cologne followed, cold cedar and smoke. “You’ve been staring at that wall for twenty minutes. Don’t tell me you’re still thinking about him.”Tessa bit down the flicker of anger that rose. “Ash has a name, Brooklyn.”“Oh, I know,” he said smoothly, setting the glass on her shelf as though he owned the place. “Asher Booker. The broke ex-husband who couldn’t afford to pay rent or buy groceries. Quite the romantic tragedy, really. I’m surprised Netfli
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