Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 431

Chapter 431: 431- Anaya Jakes

After landing at Sangua Airport, the first thing Aniya did, was to head to a motel. Her job interview was lined up with Star Corps the next day and she wanted to be fully prepared for it.

Liam and Lisa had come to the airport to drop her. Now sitting in a cab, going to the motel, she rolled down the window and took out her face.

The breeze was cool against her face. Aniya closed her eyes and let it brush against her face, tangling her bob-styled hair in wild strands.

She felt alive as if the air itself was whispering promises of new beginnings.

With the loud honk of a car, she opened her eyes and took in her surroundings. The modest buildings, colorful signs advertising local eateries, and small shops.

Finally, the cab pulled up in front of a small motel with a flickering neon sign that read, "Rest Haven."

After paying the driver, she grabbed her suitcase and stepped into the lobby. The old man sitting behind the desk with round glasses perched on his nose looked up from his register and offered her a warm smile.

"Welcome to the Rest Haven," he took off his reading glasses, "You must be Anaya Jakes?"

For a wild moment, she wanted to negate the man and correct him ... No! She was not Anaya. She was Aniya.

But this was Liam’s idea to change her name so that Alaric, Valerie, or Maxwell wouldn’t be able to trace her.

Aniya nodded at him, and he turned around to take off a key from the hook, "Room 3 is ready for you."

"Umm. Don’t I have to pay anything in advance?" he frowned and then shook his head, "Your three-night payment is already done online."

Ah. Bless you, Lisa.

The man motioned her to follow him. They walked down a narrow hallway with faded carpet until they reached her room.

"There you go," he unlocked the door and pushed it open, "If you need anything I’m right at the desk."

"Thank you," Aniya replied softly, stepping inside.

It was a small but clean room with a single bed, a wooden desk, and a window overlooking the dimly lit street.

As soon as the man left, Aniya kicked off her shoes and dropped her bag by the door. She fell onto the bed, her body sinking into the mattress as exhaustion took over.

Staring at the ceiling she thought about her interview tomorrow with Star Corps.

What if I don’t get this job? She asked herself.

"Now don’t be a fool," she heard Lisa’s voice in her head, "You will get the job, bitch."

She smiled and muttered sleepily, "Thank you, my friend."

For now, all she wanted to do was sleep.

***

She boarded a slightly crowded bus, her purse squeezed against her chest. Lisa was right. This life seemed so different and so good that she wanted to scream on the streets like crazy.

This was her freedom. Away from Valerie. Away from Alaric. And that jerk, Dorian Maxwell.

When she stepped off the bus, her breath hitched.

What am I even thinking?