Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets

"Woohoo! We did it!" Lisa cheered, gripping the wheel as she sped down the road. Her excitement was infectious, but Aniya, sitting in the passenger seat, just shook her head like she was waking up from a dream.

"How did you even pull that off?" Leaning back her head against the seat she muttered, "We didn’t do anything. You did it! All the credit goes to you."

Her stomach churned at the thought of how close she’d come to marrying Dorian Maxwell. She shivered slightly and turned towards Lisa, "Are you sure Liam is safe?" She asked her friend worriedly.

Lisa glanced over briefly, smirking, "Relax. He’s fine. The guy’s been doing theatre for the last two years... it was right up his alley. It was his idea, and he was thrilled to do it. The minute he walked out of that room in bridal dress the guards were on him, leaving a clear exit for us to escape."

Aniya wasn’t convinced, she was still worried about Liam, but Lisa didn’t want to waste a minute now. She waved her off, "Honey. He is fine. Let’s focus on you right now. Okay? We need to head to your place so that you can grab any important documents or ..." she trailed off when she saw Aniya shaking her head, "What? Don’t you need them for flying off?"

Aniya shook her head and smiled faintly, "That’s too risky now. I’ll go for fake documents. It will be the worst decision to go back. What if his men are waiting for us?"

Lisa nodded with a thoughtful expression, "Yeah, fair point. My apartment isn’t safe either I guess," she bit her lip, glancing over at Aniya, "That pretty much leaves us with one option."

"Liam’s place," Aniya finished and gazed out of the window.

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