The kings family

The kings family

Icy🦋

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A woman takes us through the journey of raising her children and building her empire, trying to live up to the king's name can be demanding but Azariah is not one to take imperfections as a lifestyle.

Chapter 1 New Aza

The machine beeps faster and they keep pressing charges on the man lying down on the hospital bed till he can no longer respond anymore

I'm sorry Aza, he said slowly and his hand dropped with a tear rolling down his left eye and he stopped breathing

A Woman drenched in blood was pacing back and forth in front of the surgery room and a doctor came out looking dejected, she looked at him and smirked as if he could read his mind already

He is not dead, is he?

The doctor looked down and removed his nose mask

I'm sorry Mrs kings

Tell me!! She yelled angrily

We lost him! Please take heart madam, he said and walked away slowly

Aza looked up at the door that read surgery room and couldn't utter a word and no tears were coming down her face, she stood there looking at the door with amusement and she looked down at her stomach which was protruding then to her legs to see the water streaming down

A lady in her early 20s came behind her and held her hands with a worried look

Ma'am your water has broken, please let's go to the maternity

Aza shivered and she held her stomach angrily

Garcia! She called out slowly

Yes ma'am

It's because of this child, William died because of this child, if I wasn't pregnant he wouldn't take the bullet right? I would be the one dying

Ma'am, please don't take it to heart we need to go to the maternity ward now

I do not need a child that will take my husband away!! She shouted angrily and her voice echoed throughout the hospital

Ma'am!

William is dead Garcia! He is fucking dead!

I'm sorry ma'am! Garcia said and hit her from the back and she passed out, please take her away! She instructed the guard's standing behind her and they carried her into the maternity ward to deliver her child

Aza jerked up from her sleep and saw many lights on her

Where I'm I?

It's time for your delivery Mrs. Kings, the doctor said and the pain hit her, hard!

She held her chest and then her back and she struggled to keep the scream in, I do not want the child! Let me die with William!

Ma'am, please don't say that

She struggles so much and she screams hard, William! She said slowly and tears kept running down her face, I'm going to die! The pain was unbearable and she kept letting out her screams she was forced to push and she passed out immediately after the baby came out

Garcia barged into the ward after hearing her voice go silent

What happened to her? She demanded aggressively

She passed out but she had no complications

The baby?

She's fine as well

She? It's a girl?

Yes ma'am

Oh my goodness! We have a new Aza

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