WRITER'S POV“Lawrence… you are here. “ Bianca gasped. Carefully, she lowered her sleeping child into the cradle, ran to Lawrence and embraced him. “I knew you would come. No matter how mad you must have been about what I did, I knew you loved me and still…”Lawrence jerked off her body. The fact that she was still disillusioned irritated him. She reached forward and grabbed his hands. Tears clouded her eyes. “You know, everything I did was because I loved you. I couldn't bear to live without you. I regretted hurting you and I wanted to make amends.”He sneered. “Love me? What a load of crap.” Then snatched his hands away. “I swear it. I really loved you…no, I really love you even this moment, Lawrence.”“Unfortunately I am in love with another person now. Save your love.”“That bitch?” “Watch your mouth now. I ain't here to chit chat with you,” he warned sternly. She stepped back, disappointed. “Why have you come then? To mock me? After filing a lawsuit against me? I know you
WRITER'S POV“Should I take you back to the house or to the office, sir?”“No, we just got started. I should see my Uncles. Find out where they are right now.”“Sir?” Jessie blurted in shock. “Hurry up Jessie. We don't have time.”“Yes sir.” Jessie made a call to both Noah and Jack's secretaries and they confirmed the two weren't in office.When he called their homes, it turned out they weren't home either. “They are not home either,” Jessie reported. Lawrence's eyes crinkled into a pleased glint. “This is good,” he breathed, “I think I have an idea where they might be,” he smirked and got into the car. Minutes later, they stopped in front of a bar. “Chad exotic.” Jessie mumbled out loud. He frowned and looked at his boss. Surely he had made a mistake. Chad Exotic, a known average bar that could be likened to be a dangerous place for anyone in the category of weak to be in. Drug use, gambling, illegal business exchanges and illegal partnership happened to be the major activi
WRITER'S POV“Hello, Uncles.”Jack Williams and Noah Williams turned. “I must be seeing wrong. Isn't this our dear nephew, Noah?” Jack Williams and Noah Williams exchanged astonished looks which quickly morphed into an unpleasant one. “What brings our dearest nephew to a place like this?”“Beats me. His name and pictures are all over the media. He is at a risk of losing his position in the group but he chose to come here instead,” Jack sneered. He looked up at Lawrence. “Are you sure you are at the right place?” Lawrence chuckled. He drew out a seat from an empty table which he pulled to his uncles’ table and sat down. “Well, it hasn't been easy for me these past days, no thanks to someone,” he stated calmly as he poured himself a drink.Both Noah and Jack Williams exchanged another look and busted into laughter.“But, don't you think you are being rude right now? There are empty tables. What makes you think you can sit at the same table with us? Your mother truly didn't teach you
WRITER'S POV“There you are…” He breathed in relief.She was seated in a seat and writing inside a notepad, her suitcase beside her. Was she parking or unparking?She looked up when she saw him. “You are back.”He stepped inside, eyes glued to her. He had a lot to say to her but seeing her had his words sinking right back into his stomach. “Uhm, come, there's something I need us to do,” he finally said. She got up. “What is it?” “Outside.”With the flowers tucked behind him, he stepped aside and motioned for her to step out first. Reluctantly, she started out of her room wondering what it was he wanted to show her. “Come in now.”Lawyer Steve entered. “Do you remember him?”Veronica tried to think. Lawyer Steve’s face struck a faintly familiar face to her. But she couldn't fully grasp where she had met him. But it soon began to click. “Wait… that lawyer…”Lawyer Steve grinned pleased that she finally remembered him. “But what is he doing here?” She asked. “Well, I am here
WRITER'S POVLANDE BUILDING AND CONSTRUCTIONDIRECTOR CHARLEY OFFICECharley closed up the file he was working on, stood and walked to the wooden coat rack. He retrieved his coat and slung his arms into it. A glance at his wristwatch confirmed Benita was already on her way. He didn't want to keep her waiting for long. If his plan was going to work, then he must show the gentleman side of him. That wouldn't need him breaking a lot of sweat. He smirked, stepping away from the rack. There was a bit of a ruffle outside his door which stopped a moment later. The next second, the door flung open and a figure barged in much to his. “Hello old friend. This is where you have been hiding your sinful self the whole time. Not bad.”Charley tried to be calm. “What are you doing here…how do you know I was here?”“Well, don't be so surprised now. You know getting information like this is like a walk in the park for someone like me,” Lawrence smirked, “Director Charley, have a seat. Let's have
WRITER'S POV “Here! Taste this, you will like it,” Tracey offered. Veronica opened her mouth wide and she threw in some sandwiches. “You two don't eat it all without us!” Elsie yelled behind them from the canopy shed. “I thought you wanted to maintain this figure for your fans?” Gail asked Elsie. “So what? I am allowed to add a few pounds,” Elsie retorted. “Then your fans will be mad and unfollow you.” “Hey! How can you say that!” Elsie fumed. “Oh-oh. Is that an angry bird?” Gail taunted. In a sweep, she took to her heels knowing exactly what was coming next. As expected Elsie chased after her threatening to kill her if she caught her. Veronica and Tracey exchanged looks and busted into laughter. When Tracey's phone rang, she stepped aside to take her call. “I will be back,” she flashed Veronica a smile before stepping aside. Veronica closed her eyes, drinking in the freshness of the gentle breeze. She had reconciled with her friends and they were cooler and clo
VERONICA I drove speedily in my newly acquired McLaren Artura. My father's twenty-second birthday gift to me. The road was free as if it knew of my desire to roar through it without restrictions and with open arms it welcomed me. The wind rushed through the open window and swept across my face soothingly. I felt like I could fly. In my own little world of adventure, I was beyond thrilled. But more than anything, the thought of where I was headed had the adrenaline inside of me pumping harder. Being a daughter to the owner of one of the biggest companies in the town came with the advantage. I got all I wanted materially, a doting father and a loving mother. An extra of it was my super annoying sister, Matilda. Although she could be sweet when she wanted to be. And there was Vincent, my boyfriend. My Vin. What else could I have possibly ever wanted again? Anyone could say I had an almost perfect life. So I thought too. “Vin? Vin?” I called on getting to Vincent's house. I alwa
LAWRENCE “Dude! That shawty got a nice arse huh...” Charley, my friend commented excitedly as we watched the ladies dance in the club. “Mmhh, nice arse, really...” Carl added and had another sip of his whiskey. I just watched in silence occasionally taking sips from my glass of wine. ‘Hey, Lawrence, you are oddly quiet today...what is going on your head?” Carl asked, his voice pitched high as he tried to match the loud the music in the club. “Yes, and why did he wanted us to not stay in the VIP section today, very unlike our Lawrence...” Carlos added smugly. “When have I ever been a noisemaker like you guys?” I said, keeping my gaze at the pretty ladies on the dance floor. They all laughed. My friends were right. Being the heir of a conglomerate family gave me the audacity to live the kind of life a lot of people was only able to dream about. I never gave two fuvk about anything or anyone in the world and only lived to enjoy my life. Father and mother had always wanted me to jo