SWEETY LOVE

Chapter2

(The Beautiful Distraction)

"Do I look like the kind of man who hands out fake things?" Victor replied, a bit offended.

"So, just because you have money, you think you can break the law on purpose? Is that it?"

"No. But what happened was, I was in a desperate rush."

"Fine, you can go," she said coldly. "But next time you cross my path, understand that even your money won't save you. And besides, you still owe me a proper apology."

People nearby were already starting to gather, whispering, and some even pulled out their phones to record the scene. Victor turned and glanced at them quickly. He could not afford a public scandal here—not today, not under any circumstances.

"Fine. I apologize. I will be more careful next time," Victor said, desperate to end the confrontation immediately.

"Good. If you mean that from your heart, I hope you turn out to be a good man who matches your handsome appearance," the girl said. She turned on her heel and walked back to the waiting motorcycle, leaving as quickly as she had arrived.

Victor stood frozen for a few seconds before shaking it off and rushing through the VVIP gates.

Once inside the VVIP lounge, he adjusted his suit jacket, brushing his shoulders with practiced confidence, a light sweat trickling down his neck from the frantic run. His eyes scanned the room to make sure everything was safe and that no one had figured out his last-minute trick of 'landing' from Denmark. Right then, the heavy steel doors of the VVIP gate slid open smoothly. A sleek, white Range Rover Vogue pulled up right in front of him. The passenger window rolled down slowly.

"Victor, my son!" a warm, maternal voice called out happily.

When Victor looked closer, he saw his mother, Mrs. Yolanda. She was elegantly dressed in a modern grey gown with sophisticated pleats, her hair perfectly styled by a top-tier salon specialist. Beside her sat Kasim, Victor’s assistant, wearing a navy-blue suit and dark sunglasses. Kasim looked at his boss with a slight hint of worry, but also with a look of victory because they had made it at the very last second.

"Mother..." Victor forced a tired smile, wrapping his arms around her tightly, breathing heavily to mimic someone who had just stepped off a long-haul flight.

"Welcome home, my son!" his mother said with an affectionate smile, holding both his hands with pure love. "We missed you so much. Come, get into the car. Let’s not stay out here too long; the journalists never sleep, and their eyes are everywhere."

Victor slid into the luxury vehicle, settling himself comfortably between his mother and Kasim. Their security guards quickly closed the doors behind them, and the car sped away. All the while, his mother kept gazing at him with absolute joy, deeply satisfied to see her son safe and sound.

"I am so glad you returned safely from Denmark," Victor’s mother said in a soft, genuinely happy voice. "You need to get ready this afternoon. There is a special invitation at the State House. His Excellency the President wants to see you personally. Your father sent me the message from his office."

Victor let out a quiet sigh, stretching his legs and smiling as if he didn't have a single care in the world. But deep inside, he knew very well that inside the walls of the State House, there was more than just a warm welcome waiting for him. There would be questions, suspicions, and heavy political games—games that he, as the only son of the Prime Minister, had to play perfectly.

The journey back to their mansion in Mbezi Beach began, the car cutting through the streets with luxurious speed. The windows were tightly rolled up, and the air inside was thick with the scent of expensive international perfume. Victor leaned his head back against the seat, his eyes staring at the ceiling, and thought to himself, *“Even after a close call, I’ve taken control of the show again... but that cake girl... I am not done with her yet.”*

Beside him, his mother continued to look at him with pride, fully believing her son was returning to start a honorable new chapter of service to the country. She had no idea that Victor was still the exact same person—a boy addicted to pleasure, a lover of women, and a master of political theater.

When they arrived at their Mbezi Beach home, Victor didn't waste any time. He quickly changed into a sharp, commanding outfit: a flawless black suit imported straight from Italy, matching black leather shoes, a diamond-encrusted watch, and dark sunglasses. Without a single moment of delay, he walked out alongside his assistant, Kasim, heading straight for the State House.

Meanwhile, inside the grand gates of the Dar es Salaam State House, the true majesty of the nation was on full display.

The towering, magnificent buildings of the State House stood as a masterpiece of high architecture, surrounded by breathtaking gardens filled with every kind of flower—vibrant red roses, bright luminous yellows, and deep purples that bloomed like the royal gown of an ancient queen. The walkways were as clean as polished glass, beautifully paved with golden-tinted tiles. Every corner of the estate was heavily guarded by soldiers in impeccable uniforms, their eyes sharply scanning everything that moved in and out.

Deep inside the private garden behind the President’s residential palace sat Eliana Sarungi—the only daughter of His Excellency, President Dr. Moses Sarungi. Eliana was the absolute definition of natural beauty and royal elegance. Her skin was a smooth, flawless caramel with a rich golden glow, and her large, olive-colored eyes sparkled beneath long, thick lashes that gave her a heavenly gaze. Her long hair, dark as a midnight wilderness, was neatly styled in a sophisticated updo. Her face naturally carried a warm, captivating smile. She wore a simple white silk dress held up by thin silver straps, making her look like an angel who had stepped down from heaven to rest for a moment on African soil.

She was sitting on a round garden chair under the cool shade of a neem tree, casually scrolling through her phone. For a moment, she was completely at peace, her mind far away from the heavy world of politics, titles, and power. Then, by pure chance, she raised her head, and in that exact second, her heart skipped a beat.

Her eyes locked onto a young man walking into the President’s private residence, instead of heading toward the government office building where official visitors usually went. He was accompanied by another tall young man who appeared to be his assistant. The young man who instantly stole her breath away was none other than Victor Mazanda—the son of the Prime Minister, Professor Mazanda.

An unexplainable rush of emotion swept through Eliana's body. Like a sudden jolt of electricity, everything inside her shifted. Her mind was no longer in the peaceful garden; it was completely captured by Victor. His confident stride, his sharp and fashionable attire, and his effortless aura of power were utterly intoxicating. Even though Victor did not see her, Eliana felt as though their eyes had met, as if the gods of love had frozen time just for them.

She stood up slowly and turned to her maid, Grace, who was walking over with a glass of fresh avocado juice.

"Grace... that young man who just walked in... do you know him?" Eliana asked, her voice soft but filled with a hidden, desperate curiosity.

Grace quickly turned to look at Victor in the distance, then nodded with absolute certainty. "Yes, Madam Eliana. That is Victor, the son of the Prime Minister, Professor Mazanda."

"Victor..." Eliana repeated the name in a whisper, as if tasting it on her lips for the very first time. "What is he doing here at the President's private residence?" she asked, her eyes glued to Victor until he finally vanished behind the heavy double doors of the main mansion.

Grace stepped a little closer and lowered her voice to a whisper. "I don't know the official reason, but I know all about him. That boy... he has a dangerous charm. The moment you look at him, you are trapped. He is the type of man who can steal your heart with a single smile. Men like that, Madam, are never to be trusted."

Eliana looked at Grace, silently urging her to continue.

"Victor is a total playboy," Grace added in a quiet, firm tone. "He loves women, and he is a master of sweet words. Girls of every class and beauty have fallen for him. For the sake of your honor as the President’s daughter, you must stay far away from a man like that."

Eliana offered a small, polite smile, hiding the storm brewing inside her. But her heart refused to be warned. It was already beating to a completely different rhythm. She didn't understand what had happened to her in those few seconds, but she knew one thing for sure—Victor was different. And without even knowing him, her heart was already writing a story about him.

She stood there for a long time, staring at the door that had just swallowed Victor's striking face, her heart pounding like a royal drum. When she finally came to her senses, she walked with slow, quiet steps into the mansion, her mind racing and her ears burning with a desire to know more. She slipped into the upper corridors, a quiet area close to the private living room where the leaders met with the President’s family.

END OF CHAPTER 2