Lady Luck

"He wasn't ready to give us the contract so I made use of a few connections I had."

"connections? with who?"

"The Powell's"

I was shocked at her response. Emma Anderson is the daughter of Mr. Powell, the richest man in the city. Luck came to my doorstep and became my family.

Elena's POV

I wanted him to stay with me. I just want to spend time with him. Does he love me? My thoughts wandered and I didn't realize the presence of Mrs. Liam.

“My lady?” She called several times but I was lost in thought, I suddenly felt a light touch on my hand, it was then I realized she had been around for a while.

“Mrs. Liam?”

“I have been here for a while, what are you thinking about, miss?”

“It's nothing serious.” I wiped away the strands of tears trying to roll down. I guess she noticed.

“Have you been crying?”

I could not hide it anymore. I broke down in tears.

“He doesn't love me anymore. He doesn't touch me. It's all about work, work, and work” I lamented.

She quietly listened to my cries while she patted my back softly.

“Oh, I miss this gentle touch,” I thought

She then pulled me away and smiled at me. The smile was so comforting.

“He loves you and just wants to make life easier for you.”

“But I don't want his money. I want his love.”

“Then you show him more love and give him his space too and he will come around.”

“How will I do that?” I asked, looking confused as to where to start from.

“We start with your cooking skills.”

“Mrs. Liam! My cooking skills aren't that bad.” I covered my face.

“Oh, miss it's not but it needs retouching” She laughed. We both laughed as we remembered old times. We were so lost in those moments that we forgot we were in a hospital, we were brought back by the cough of the doctor.

“Mrs. Brandson?”

“Oh, yes doc.” I smiled

“I can see you are recovering. You are free to go home but don't stress yourself too much.”

“Yes, doc.”

“And your smile is beautiful.” He complimented and for the first time, I noticed his dimples and his white set of teeth. He had curly hair just the way I like it but Smith doesn't like it.

“Wait! What am I doing?” I thought.

“Thanks, doc.” I smiled back and watched as he went outside.

“I think someone is crushing…”

“No, I am not,” I said as I covered my face with the blue blanket on my lap.

“Then what is this pink color on your face?” She said, trying to touch my face, giving me a tingle.

“Stop, Mrs. Liam. I am married. Stop” I cried amid laughing. I enjoyed the moment, it was like the time paused and I was just there enjoying the sweetness of the moment.

AT THE BRANDSON RESIDENCE

“It's so great to be home,” I said, crashing on the sofa with my free-grown. I watched as Mrs. Liam carried the foodstuffs into the kitchen. Yes, we went shopping.

“Miss, could you please join me in the kitchen?” She said with a raised brow.

“Mrs. Liam, I just got back from the hospital and the doctor said I should not stress myself, so I am resting,” I replied, adjusting my legs on the sofa, oblivious of her coming from behind, she sprinkled water in my face.

“What! Mrs. Liam! Is this how you treat a patient?”

“Well, I guess you don't want your husband's love, let me just go and do the needful,” She said, turning towards the kitchen.

“Wait! I am coming. I need his love. Will upgrading my skills win his love?” I asked with my puppy-looking eyes.

Unable to resist my look, she replied

“Yes, it will.” I raced down to the kitchen as I got the reply and began to wash the vegetables while I watched Mrs. Liam chop them. I couldn't chop them because of an experience I once had where I was about to chop my fingers off while chopping vegetables for Dad's birthday. The kitchen took longer than expected because I wanted to learn. It was past five and Smith would soon be home, I moved to the dining table and set the cutleries alongside the dishes while Mrs. Liam guided me with her instructions. The bell rang.

“He is here,” I said, running down to the door.

I was elated. Do you know why? My husband's going to eat my first-ever homemade dish, I hope it's delicious.

I opened the door to hug my husband but I welcomed an unpleasant sight. He wasn't alone.

“Good evening, Elena.”

“Emma?”

“Em, Elena, this is Emma….”

“Yeah, I know her. Emma Anderson” I cut in.

“Oh, you guys know each other.”

“Yeah, high school things and all.” Emma quickly replied and all I could do was smile.

“I am sorry I thought you would be at the hospital and she offered to cook for me.” He said

“Too bad I am home now and dinner is set,” I replied with a tone of anger.

“Dinner is set? You cooked?” He was surprised.

“Yes, I did,” I replied, turning back to the dining table.

He noticed the unfamiliar face.

“Who is she?”

“My mom,” I replied, dishing the plates.

“Your mom? I thought your mom was dead.” He asked, with surprise written over his face.

“She is the one taking care of me since mum died so she is my mum!” I answered sharply.

“Sorry. So you made this?” I noticed his frequent questions and I became uncomfortable.

“Are you eating or would you love your mistress to cook for you?

“Hey, watch it. She is not my mistress. She is my secretary.” I could sense a change in his tone but I didn't mind.

“So Emma, why didn't you tell me you found a job at my husband's company?”

“I am sorry. I never knew he was your husband.” She replied slyly.

I knew she was aware of the fact that Smith was my husband, she always tangles for whatever is mine and I will not agree this time around. I will fight for what's mine.

“Sweetheart, she is our guest tonight.” He said, patting my hands. I sighed and made a motion for everyone to sit and we began to eat when he blew the speaker.

“Umm, yeah. She is the daughter of the richest man in the city. Mr. Powell. Lady luck is on my side.” I noticed the smiles beaming on his face.

“She is Mr. Powell's daughter?” I was shocked and could only look at Mrs. Liam to understand what the hell was going on. I could see how shocked she was.