Reyona’s Revenge

The next few days were spent in bliss by Reyona.

Surrounded by her family and friends, someone was always with her at one point or the other.

Feeding her some sort of nourishing meal they were always convinced was good for her or the baby.

Reminding her that she was not allowed to do anything more than lift her cutlery to eat or rest.

She almost baulked when Maxwell insisted on helping her with her bath.

Then she agreed when she thought of the many possibilities of what could happen during the bath.

But then, the infuriating man had to leave her unsatisfied when he insisted he wanted her to be at her hundred per cent when they finally got down to business.

She was not even that bruised anymore, for god’s sake.

The bandages had come off her hands and her sides only had a few bruises left.

She didn’t wince again when holding something or making any sudden movement.

She could even walk now without feeling any pull at all.

At least he had finally let her get off the damn wheelchair.

She still had Andrea to thank for backing her up on that.

Her companies were functioning very well too, with minimal input from her from time to time.

Maxwell was always right on hand to take her tab or laptop away from her when he felt she had been staring at it for too long.

She was only allowed to concentrate on anything related to work for two hours a day.

The rest of her days were spent caring for herself and her baby.

Reyona realised she had truly changed in some ways.

There was a time when the excess attention might have felt a bit cloying to her.

There was a time when she might have baulked at being told how to take care of herself or do what was necessary.

But now, apart from the little grumblings and resistance she put up just for show, she was enjoying every single aspect of the care bestowed on her.

Maxwell was almost always at her side throughout her week of recovery.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

He was there to have breakfast, lunch and dinner with her even when Toria and the others were not available.

Before she could complain about being cooped up, he was there to take her out on walks, to the gym with him, and for the first time, Reyona got to see his beautiful horse.

A day after her dad arrived, he surprised her most unexpectedly.

She had no idea of his horsemanship prowess until he told her they were going for a polo game.

He got her to dress up in a polo shirt matching the one he had on.

Then he made her giggle when he whisked out a bucket hat with the imprint of “I am the queen of the game” on it.

“After you, my queen,” he said before leading her to the field meant for the game.

A replica of a professional polo field was awaiting them.

Reyona marvelled at how much detail had been put into the arrangement, down to the spectator’s area and the announcer’s box.

Though she had had her share of outdoor sports and had even learned golf just so she could be on a level playing ground with some customers, polo was never her strong suit.

She had not even ridden a horse before.

While she was still marvelling about the grand arrangement, he came behind her and asked her to close her eyes.

She felt like a schoolgirl as she did so immediately with excitement building in her.

“No peeking,” he said with a smile in his voice as he led her in the direction of the stable.

Reyona had once taken a walk in that direction before and the stables had been empty then.

When she asked him why he had a stable when there were no horses there, he informed her that he had his horse moved to an equestrian facility since his last groom had to travel back home.

“I hardly have the time to exercise him anymore anyway. Also, being with others would be good for him. So it was a win-win. I go for a visit once in a while and Enzo is living his best life.”

“Enzo?”

“He is a regal bastard. Handles the field like a dream too.”

Then he went on to show her pictures of the horse on his phone.

Reyona had never seen that type of horse before.

It looked so majestic with a metallic sheen that made it look almost unreal.

When she asked him what kind of horse it was, Maxwell told her it was a rare breed.

“Enzo is an Akhal-Teke breed,” he asked.

“Akhal what?” Reyona asked in confusion.

Never had she heard of any type of horse like that.

He smiled and said, “The breed is one of the oldest and purest horse breeds in the world. They originated from Turkmenistan. Even believed to be more than 3, 000 years old.”

Reyona had marvelled about the dedication and deliberate acts it would have taken to have preserved a breed for that long.

She had expressed her wish to meet the horse one day.

So, from the moment Maxwell had mentioned a polo game, she guessed he might bring Enzo over after all.

And when he covered her face to lead her some distance away from the field, she was almost sure of what he was about to show her.

Yet she was glad anyway, and she couldn’t tamp down the excitement she was feeling as he said “Almost there. Just a few steps more.”

“Open your eyes,” he said a few seconds later.

Reyona opened her eyes ready to be wowed by the majestic presence of Enzo, yet all that greeted her was an empty space.

Yes, they were in front of the stables yet nothing else, but space was there.

“What?” she said as she looked back at him with a confused smile.

He grinned and clapped his hands.

Almost immediately, a groom came out with the most beautiful horse she had ever set her eyes on.

It was a chestnut-coloured horse with that exquisite sheen she had seen on Enzo.

The sheen made the colour look like polished copper, complementing the horse’s elegant slender build, and regal presence.

“Oh my god, it is so beautiful.” Reyona marvelled as she automatically moved towards the horse. “But wait, this is not Enzo, right?”

In the picture, Enzo had a golden colour with a black tail, mane and lower legs.

She had not completed her statement when another groom brought out the most anticipated celebrity.

“Enzo” Reyona breathed as she saw him in all his glory.

The regal horse turned his head towards her direction when she called him and softly nudged his head against her as the groom brought it to a stop beside Reyona.

She laughed in excitement as she gently patted his face and looked at his intelligent eyes.

Then she felt a nudge behind her as the other horse tried to get her attention.

“Will you look at that?” Maxwell said with a chuckle behind her.

“I think someone is feeling neglected here,” he said as he nodded at the chestnut Akhal-Teke. “She must think her owner does not like her.”

“Her owner? What?!” Reyona exclaimed as she turned to look at his grinning face. “It is mine? You got it for me?”

Maxwell inclined his head as he said “Well, seeing you do not like her…”

She launched herself at him while smothering his face with kisses. “I love her. You are the best. This is the best gift ever!”