"I said yes, Dad, but it was difficult to remain calm with a storm brewing inside me. 'He has, but was that a bad idea?' "I made an effort to reason with him, but there was a tinge of defensiveness in my tone.""Why could it be a bad idea for you?" thundered my father, his face deepening in hues with anger. "I have sold you to Adrian so that he can keep you soft for my information and scam some money for me," he spat venomously. "But tell me, how about all these while? "He boomed out to me, his voice rolling about the walls.I tried to soothe him down, explaining myself, but he wouldn't let me. "Oh, just shut up, you little rat," he sneered. "Instead, you came into the house and began to act against me. Is that right? I say something, and you come in with an immediate counter?" he screamed, his face contorted into an ugly scowl.I experienced mixed feelings of fear and aggression, but I kept my ground. "Dad, the person you sent for the steel was not trustworthy," I explained while rai
My father's face was unchanged, but his eyes glinted with interest with a flicker of curiosity. He wanted to see how low I could go for my mother."We will see how far you're willing to go," his voice dripped with danger, each word almost charged with poison. The atmosphere became heavy with that threatening tone. "Let me see the extent you will sacrifice for your valuable mother," he sighed."No, Dad, you won't do that!", I said, trying to make him understand, my voice filled with deep emotion. But all he did was smile.He glared at me, each word like a whip. "Just watch me," he said, advancing toward me. I was afraid of him; I realized he could hurt my mom if he wanted to; he would use her as leverage to enforce his will.I was almost begging him, my voice quavering now. I needed him to feel something-humanity, pity, guilt. "Tell me why I should not take her life," he said with an eyebrow raised."She's your partner," I said, trying to remind him of his obligations as steadily as I
"Please, Samuel, do not do this," I pleaded, choking on my words, "Just do not hurt my mother. She has done nothing wrong, and so she'll never deserve anything evil."An indifferent expression manifested on Samuel's countenance, but I saw a slight spark of interest in his eyes. "Innocent?" he repeated mockingly. "Your mom is not innocent; she kept secrets from me, which had the potential to ruin my reputation and my business."A burst of rage filled me as it clued me in on his attempts to corner me with my supposed Mom's secrets - secret because they existed only in my mind. "That's not true," I said, my voice firm. "My mom would never do anything to hurt you or your business.""Let us see about that," he said, his tone laced with evil. "Now tell me all there is to hear about Adrian projects. I want to know every detail and every secret from your mouth.”Fear washed over me as I realized that time was not on my side. A decision had to be made. I could accede to Samuel's every demand o
Doing my best to keep my ears on the door and fully focused on Samuel's conversation, I simply could not take it anymore. I was shaking out of fear and anger, my heart pounding as each of his words ignited horror in me. His voice slithered into me like delaying poison, and the vein of awareness started giving off numbered cues of dread and horror."Is the doctor aware?" came the somewhat curious voice on the phone. Samuel didn't take long to respond, oozing with confidence as he said, "Yeah, sure, the doctor is aware, and only he knows the hospital." A shudder erupted all over me from what I heard, leaving my mind to swirl with great implications.Samuel continued, weaving a web of lies and saying, "I gave him a juicy payment, so he won't leak it." The person on the other end took a moment to digest what he had just heard, and when Samuel said, somewhat laughingly, "You know the reason I did it, right?" The other person hesitated before answering, "No, I don't, I would like to know.”
The still trembling in my chest from the explosion in my outburst which had barely subsided suddenly came to life when I heard Samuel's voice very clear and concerned, penetrating the quiet stillness. "Are you all right?" he inquired, his tone soft, his attention fixed on the face scrutinizing it inquisitively. I felt my throat tighten up and the words almost left me before I could think of how to respond "I.....". Samuel's gaze turned in my direction questioning and almost doubtful expressions forming on his narrowed eyes, he asked in disbelief, "Are you alive, you just spoke?"I felt a pang of self-defense, still exposed in emotion. “I did not, father,” I squeaked barely audibly. "I simply stated that I love you, I am awaiting your response,” a fragile conviction thereafter. My word left me staring into blank space and feeling more insecure than before with my chest on the ground and my heart on the sleeve.Samuel's face lost its serenity and the incomprehensible dilemma appeared a
I just couldn't stop grinning out the window of the taxi; it was the kind of smile that looked as if it was making fun of everyone. My lips were forming an amusingly shaped mockery: they curved into a U. This grin was such a dear friend; it is an affirmation of achievement, I suppose, that here again I had outsmarted Samuel and slipped away. Everything else just whooshed over us at tremendous speed, the streets of the town becoming a kaleidoscope of colors, of sounds.The taxi journey was nothing but a vague blur. This very minute, I was back home, with its familiar surroundings-the last one hour's drama and stress all behind me once again. I was shaking while paying the taxi driver and handing him the fare bill. Like that, I got down from the taxi to feel the coldness under my feet connecting them with the pavement. I took a deep lungful of night air and then went to the door watching it across extra heats.I heaved the door open, and the warmth of the living room batting at night sl
Sitting alone in the dark room with only the shadows of the night lingering around me, I could feel slowly sinking into the bottom of my soul, a feeling of desperation. My gaze fixed on Adrian's, I saw the reflection of all the emotions in his eyes-a sudden conflux of angry determination while being sad."It's my stepdad, baby," I said, my voice barely there. "Murdering him isn't the answer, I guess." Adrian narrowed his eyes slightly, clenched his jaw with frustration. I guessed he was thinking back at his mother, of how she had suffered at the hands of my stepdad.Still, I also knew Adrian was the kind of person whose arguments were neither diverted nor affected, thus he would see sense in what I was saying. "Okay, my love," I continued, "let's kidnap him instead. He can vomit all the money he took from your mother." Adrian's expression changed; there was light in his eyes, a glint of excitement."Yes, you're right," he said, voice ringing full with conviction. "But we need to get d
As Adrian spun his web of lies, his words took on an almost convincing quality, subtly directing Samuel's emotions. "Okay, sir, you can come to the house," he said. "Jenny is not here; she has gone. I have thrown her out of my home, I have divorced her. The marriage is over." Each devious fabrication flowed from his mouth with the utmost ease to further entrap Samuel into his schemes.I stood there transfixed, watching as Adrian continued to add fuel to the fire, his words conjuring up malicious delight. He whispered toward me, "Add more pepper, so Samuel's mind has a sweetness," forming a grin across his face. Samuel, responding without delay, "Okay, I am on my way," and the line had cut off.I got to my feet, moving in careful procession, still trying to comprehend the events playing out in front of me. "Baby, let me make something; I'm starving," I said to Adrian, almost inaudibly. But before I could move an inch forward, there was a sudden ring on Adrian's phone, breaking the sile
JENNY POVContrary to what I vaguely recall about the trial, with little less than half a month to go, I walked my final tour of the evidence. I took a long walk up the stairs toward the safe box where all the documents and evidence were kept, my heart racing.When I opened the safe box, the second surprise awaited me; it was empty. All our evidence was missing! Panic swept over me, and I reached in to search frantically, hoping maybe I had mislaid the documents. But the truth was clear: everything was gone.Unbelievably so. Everything we had worked for and all our evidence had vanished. It felt like the wind was knocked out of me. How could this happen? Who took the evidence?Panicking, I called Adrian and the lawyer, stuttering. "It's gone," I said. "All of it."Adrian was calm. He reassured me: "We'll figure this out. We'll get to the bottom of it. Don't worry. We'll find a way to move forward."But I felt uneasy now. That meant our case was in trouble. Samuel's team would probably
JENNY POVWe had amassed all the evidence and, with Gabriel's expert counsel, we were quite confident of a solid case against Samuel. Upon consulting our lawyer, we scheduled an appointment to discuss the next steps and finalize the court date.There was a nervous energy fluttering around me as I followed Adrian into the lawyer's office. What would the lawyer say? After that, will it be possible for us to carry on with our case? Just the sight of Adrian's stoic demeanor reassured me, and I inhaled deeply again to control my nerves.Gabriel was inside the room, coffee in hand. He gave a little nod of acknowledgment as we settled in, while the lawyer began to go through the evidence.She finally said, after looking through the papers, "Let us go over the plan one last time. We will be bringing the lawsuit.” Then, we prepare for Samuel's team to respond, which will probably include trying to discredit you or the evidence."Adrian nodded, jaw tight with determination. "We are ready for th
JENNY POVWhen we broke away from each other after the hug, the memory of him really made me grateful for Adrian. Surely he was that support system I needed at this moment. "Thank you for being here for me," I said with quavering words.Adrian smiled at me, took my hand, and replied, "For always, I am here with you." "We'll face everything that comes."Rejuvenated, we took our seats one last time to review the evidence. The lawyer had told us that the case was strong, but we had to be prepared for every event. Adrian and I were going through the adaptations, underlining the crucial points, and exchanging views on strategies.As the day darkened, the tension in the room built up. Both of us were waiting for the return of this breath-holding event, wishing it would end soon so that we could all finally move on. But it was obvious that this required patience and tenacity.And then, just when we were seeming to take a break, the doorbell rang. Adrian went to answer it, and I could hear so
JENNY POVThen she turned to us with a playfulness glinting in her eyes and said, "I have a question for you two." Adrian and I exchanged curious looks, and I asked, "What is it's, Mom?" She fixed her gaze upon us, darting between Adrian and me, before eventually saying, "When should I expect my grandchildren, please?" The question hung expectantly between us, twinkling as a little playful tip made both of us smile and ponder on how to answer it.Adrian stared at me, a sly smile spreading across his face as if he was daring me to respond to my mom's query regarding grandchildren. "Soon, Ma," he said, his voice teasingly mischievous as he tried to deflect her curiosity. My mom's eyes sparkled with mischief while teasing me: "I know Jenny won't say anything." Her words hung in the air, humorous but full of innuendo, and made me laugh loud, feeling my cheeks burning.The night pressed on: the ambiance of darkness shielded us, and we were slowly traveling back to our rooms, slowly paying
JENNY POVThe days morphed gradually into weeks, while weeks would gradually morph into months, and my mom was really okay after that. "Thank you so much, Jenny," she said to me, holding my hand. Her voice was much better now, and we were chatting well. She didn't get sick anymore, and the doctor visits were not frequent by now since the workers kept caring about her with kindness and compassion.Adrian and I used to go and visit the hospital together to bring her favorite food and flowers. We sat down to watch movies or even play games, but even though it was at a slow pace, she was getting back. The hospital room of care was now much brighter with laughter than it had ever been used to and filled with sadness and concern.It was like any other day; we were just chit chatting when suddenly, a glittering tear glistened in Mom's eye. "I'm very grateful to you, Jenny," she said with a shaking voice. "You have been my stronghold during this journey." A warm hug followed from me, elated a
JENNY POVIn the course of her recovery, I fleeted back home to refresh myself often. The workers would live with her, looking after her needs, and updated me about her conditions through regular phone calls, sometimes giving me a good laugh or two while hearing stories on her improvements.We began to develop a bond through these talks, and soon I would be on the edge of my seat waiting for their calls. They told me all about the jokes she told, her smiles, and how determined she was to recover. I laughed and appreciated their kindness.One day, I asked them all over for breakfast in appreciation of the small things they did for my mom. They came with huge, toothy grins and gifts of sunshine-dripped fruit and fragrant flowers. Here we were around the table, sharing together in a hearty meal.Mrs. Jenkins said, "We're so proud of your mom's progress, Jenny. She's a fighter." I smiled, feeling all the more blessed to have them with me. "Thanks to you all, she's getting a little better
JENNY POVAt first, the workers got busy setting up my mother for the transport to the hospital. I watched as they transported her into a stretcher, their faces serious."We'll get her the help she needs," Adrian said, his voice reassuring. "We'll make sure she's okay."I nodded, and hope washed over me. Maybe, just maybe, we could get my mom back on her feet. Maybe we could undo the damage that Samuel had done.But for some reason, all along the way that took us out of the house into the open, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the opening act--the warm-up--for a longer and tougher journey ahead.As the workers placed my mom in a car, an entire jigsaw puzzle of emotions filled the air: relief because actions were finally being taken; then apprehension of what could come to pass in future. The workers whose eyes had been somber just a few moments ago suddenly spoke."Pleeeeeeease, Jenny, let us help,” Mrs. Jenkins said, her voice being a little shaky. "We'll assure that y
JENNY POVAdrian took my hand and squeezed it gently."Let's go," he was saying in a steady voice. We walked together toward the little house, hearts heavy with concern for the ahead.I carefully entered the house with a pounding heart and a twisty stomach for anticipation and nervousness. Workers followed close behind, looking concerned. Adrian stayed near me, offering supporting comfort.A piece of cloth had been laid over something on the floor as we entered the room. My instinct told me it was my mother, but that thought was unbearable. "Where is she?" I managed to whisper to the men working.Mrs. Jenkins paused, speaking with a trembling voice, "Look at her here," extending her hands toward the cloth.My throat constricted as Mrs. Jenkins pulled back the cloth. I almost choked. My mom was lying on the floor with her eyes closed. I screamed, "Jezzzzz!"All hell broke loose in my mind. I staggered backward, feeling lost and disoriented. I never thought I could see such a thing: My
JENNY POVThe moment I stepped into the house, some feeling of discomfort seemed to wash over both me and Adrian. The staff had welcomed us with uneasy gestures, and one could almost taste the tension. Mrs. Jenkins, the housekeeper, came towards us smiling uneasily."Jenny, dear, we need to talk to you about something," she said in whispers.I exchanged the same puzzled glance with Adrian and followed Mrs. Jenkins into the living room. The others had entered, too, and their expressions were serious."What are we talking about?" I asked with an authority in my voice, betraying hardly any nerves.Mrs. Jenkins took a deep breath. "We have been looking after your mother for a while now, and...and there is something about which we have been doing...that we should not."I had felt that my intuition might be right: a knot was tightening painfully inside my stomach. "What do you mean by that?” I demanded, trying to add firmness to my tone while being cautious.The staff exchanged anxious look