A year ago Max's face lit up with a bright smile as he read his best friend's message on his phone, completely ignoring his father's heartfelt Skype speech. Finally nineteen, a Harvard graduate, and liberated from books for the next two years, until he was ready to delve into the family businesses. "Maximillian, are you even listening?" His father questioned. Glancing from his phone to his laptop, Max shot his father a lopsided grin. "Thanks for the speech and gift, dad, but I've got to go." "Wait..." "Bye!" Waving, he went offline, closed his laptop, snatched his new car keys, and raced out of his room. Running into his brother Julian on the way downstairs, Max groaned as Julian refused to step aside. "Where are you heading?" inquired Julian. "Just out. Out and about," replied Max. "Remember, we have a family dinner tonight," Julian reminded him. "I'll do my best. Happy birthday, bro," Max warmly slapped his brother's back and continued on his way. Same to you!" Julian calle
Edwina A week later For nearly a week, Justice remained in a deep slumber, causing me constant worry about the possibility that he might never awaken, despite the doctor's assurances. Taking turns with my sisters to care for him, the challenge arose from our rural location in securing transportation to town. Primarily relying on Steven, who occasionally made delivery trips, I endeavored to hitch a ride whenever possible. As I wrung out the water-soaked cloth, continuing to gently mop Justice's face, I couldn't help but send a silent prayer for his swift recovery. The thought of never seeing his captivating gray eyes again and hearing his occasionally annoying words weighed heavily on my mind. "I really shouldn't be dedicating so much time to you, Justice with no surname," I muttered aloud, aware that he couldn't hear me. "I have a thousand and one things to do back home, so I can't afford to waste this much time being your nurse." Turning back, I dipped the cloth in water again.
MaximillianHaving survived numerous near-death experiences, I couldn't help but think I must have nine lives. Each time, I emerged from the brink of death, only to wake up in a hospital bed, battered and bruised. As I contemplated this seemingly recurring pattern, I wondered if this constant brush with mortality would become my new normal, especially now that my immunity had been compromised.As I surveyed my hospital room, I noticed its solitary occupant – myself. A flat screen TV adorned the wall across from my bed, prompting me to reach for the remote. Switching it on, I was met with the unexpected sight of my father inaugurating a children's hospital in South Africa, with my mother proudly standing by his side, captured by the news broadcast.Her smile, as the camera zoomed in on her face, lacked the usual radiance that illuminated her from within. It was a mere façade, concealing the devastation within, a defense against the world witnessing the pain caused by her heartless son'
EdwinaMy father held a belief in showing kindness to everyone, even in a community where most did not warrant such generosity. Unfortunately, this ideal clashed with reality when it came to Justice, a man we had extended our help to during a time of need. We had helped nurse him back to health, gone above and beyond during his hospital admission, and even donated clothes when he lost his belongings. Yet, in return, Justice insulted Steven, who had generously supported him. It became evident that some individuals would go as far as biting the hand that fed them, leading me to draw the line when Justice insulted my best friend."Why in God's name are you fetching water from the barrel?" I demanded upon seeing him. "You've already bathed this morning, haven't you?""What do you want?" He sighed. "You ignored me for days, and now you're suddenly concerned?""Get over yourself," I snapped. "I'm just asking a simple question.""How many things do you use water for?""I'm not in the mood f
Maximillian Startled awake by a loud thud, reminiscent of someone forcefully attempting to breach a door, I struggled to sit up. Squinting at the wall clock, I groggily registered it was 2 am. As I rubbed my tired eyes, the entrance violently gave way, admitting five masked, armed intruders who pointed their guns at me, ordering me to kneel. Two of them hurried to wake Edwina and her family, ushering them into the sitting room to join me on the floor. Helpless, I listened to Esther whimper and Evelyn cry, the realization of my inability to protect them weighing heavily on me. "Where's the money?" One of them demanded. Cyril's voice shook as he replied, "What... What are you talking about? I don't have any money." "You better don't play games with us," Another warned. "We're not here to play with you." Oddly, the voices of the two men sounded familiar, though I couldn't place where I'd heard them before. "The loan you got from your cooperative society... Where's it hidden?" Inqu
EdwinaEarlier today, I may have crossed a line by labeling Justice as an idiot following the robbery incident. I was deeply upset and vented my anger, hoping it would help, but it ended up being a futile argument. Throughout the night, I stayed awake, longing for my sisters to join me in bed for a conversation, but they chose to stay in the sitting room, engrossed in discussions with Justice. He had become their go-to person, and I resented it. It felt like he was intruding into my sisters' lives, attempting to replace me and making me feel like an outsider. Yesterday on the farm, I noticed the radiant smile on my father's face as he observed Justice at work, leaving me with the impression that he silently wished Justice were his son."Ed, you've got to let go of these thoughts," I sighed, running my hands across my face. "I'm sure he wasn't thinking that."Justice's voice came from behind me, "Are you okay?"Turning to him, I pointed to myself. "Are you talking to me?"He scoffed,
MaximillianSince the accident last year, genuine smiles were rare until today, sparked by a 5'10" rebellious woman grappling with her insecurities. Our confrontation ended in laughter, a mutual benefit, and she declared a truce after failing to catch me."Truce? I'm skeptical." I said, shaking my head. "How do I know you won't break it and attack me unexpectedly?""I'll find a way, and you'll realize it when the time comes." Her smile took on a devilish tone. "Sleep peacefully; you're not worth the trouble of landing in jail. No need to keep an eye open.""I don't trust you at all." I narrowed my eyes."I swear on my late grandmother's grave not to harm you while you sleep." She raised a hand in the air, the other on her chest."Fair enough." I shrugged, still wary but accepting her pledge."I'm grabbing water. Want some?" She offered."I have hands and legs. I'll manage it myself.""Good for you," she huffed before walking away. After about an hour, she finally left the house, leavi
Maximillian The following morning, precisely at nine am and a few minutes after breakfast, I shared with them my plan to take a walk. Despite Evelyn's suggestion to accompany me, I politely declined, keeping my intentions confidential. Without informing Cyril about the acquired money, I left the house discreetly.After some time, I reached the urban area where I encountered the kind woman the day before, finding her in the same spot. Considering it a coincidence, I approached her, expressing gratitude for yesterday and requesting her phone, which she willingly handed over.Dialing Lucas's number, I put the phone to my ear, but he didn't answer, prompting me to end the call. Just as I was about to try again, a gentle tap on my shoulder made me whirl around, and there stood Lucas himself."Um... Good morning, Your..." He started to say.I interrupted him, asserting, "I don't want anyone to know who I am. My name here is Justice.""Oh, alright." Lucas nodded and shared, "I was just driv
MaximillianEdwina possessed an elusive quality that puzzled me. Initially, I pondered whether her beauty or sharp mind was the source of intrigue, but I eventually understood that it was her heart that held an irresistible allure, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. Despite having dated numerous women, none held my attention outside their presence. Edwina, however, was an exception, prompting her sisters to observe my preference for her company over theirs, leading them to question me about it."Do you like Edwina?" Esther asked me."Like her?" I feigned ignorance. "What do you mean?""Forgive me for saying this, but don't play dumb with me." Esther remarked. "Evelyn and I have noticed the closeness between you and Edwina. It's even more than the one she shares with Steven. Is something going on between you two?""Like what?" Confusion furrowed my brows."Justice!" Esther groaned. "Stop doing that."I laughed. "Doing what?" Though I understood her question, there was no way I'd di
Desmond Williams's obsession with Esther Jonas began when he was only sixteen years old. He'd met her for the first time at the market where he'd gone to collect his weekly allowance from his mother and without watching where he was going, bumped into Esther who was carrying a crate of eggs.At the age of sixteen, he wasn't a saint by any means but meeting Esther made him feel like he'd come across an angel sent from heaven. Cliche, right? Well, that was exactly how he'd felt and he knew right there and then that he had to make her his. Unfortunately, his romantic advances were met with rejection from Esther who refused to be associated with a notorious playboy like Desmond. Determined not to let anyone else have her, he threatened all the boys who tried to get close to Esther and made sure no one ever asked her out. Seven years later, his obsession with her was still going strong and she was still elusive to him.He was astounded when he found her clinging to the stranger with no me
Maximillian "Justice, is something on your mind?" Edwina asked, joining me on the veranda steps. Despite the early evening hour, it felt like midnight. Dinner, although delicious, had gone unnoticed by me. "What do you mean?" I pretended ignorance. "Really?" She rolled her eyes. "You're going to play dumb with me?" "I have no clue what you're talking about," I innocently replied. "Fine." She sighed. "You were quiet during dinner, not enjoying your food as usual. It worried me." "I'm fine," I reassured her. "Thanks for your concern. I didn't expect this day to come." "I'm not as bad as you think," She insisted. "No, you're not," I agreed. "I actually want to thank you." "For what?" "For accepting me." "Of course," She smiled. "Does this mean we're friends now? Friends worry about each other." I asked. "Sure," she beamed. "Friends." "It's a beautiful night," I remarked. "It's starless and moonless. How is it beautiful?" She asked, confused. "It just is," I shrugged. "I t
StevenI found it disheartening that Edwina dismissed my cautionary advice about associating with Justice, a man she knew little about and who posed potential harm to her family. While I appreciated her occasional stubbornness, I wished she would heed my warning and keep her distance from Justice. Perhaps my concern was fueled by the notion that Justice was the type of guy who effortlessly captured hearts, evident in Edwina's older sisters being infatuated with him. This led me to fear that Edwina might also develop feelings for him.My decision to visit her arose from my insecurities, stemming from the scarce moments I spent with Edwina lately, as she was frequently engrossed in activities with Justice. Upon my visit to her house, I witnessed them dancing on the veranda, accompanied by music from the Bluetooth speaker she had borrowed from me, while her sisters enthusiastically cheered them on. Having been friends since the age of six, I had never witnessed Edwina dance before. Sh
Edwina Struggling to keep my eyes open at barely 6 am, I resisted the temptation to succumb to sleep. Rising from bed, I neatly folded the blanket, returned it to the wardrobe, then lifted and rolled my mattress onto the wardrobe. My sisters, exhausted from chatting all night, were still asleep after Evelyn's return from Eisner with our mother. Leaving the room, I headed to the sitting room and was surprised to find Justice, shirtless, engaged in one-handed push-ups. With a mischievous smile, recalling his earlier claim of weakness, I tiptoed and playfully dropped onto his back, prompting a loud grunt as he buckled under my weight and collapsed. "What the hell, Edwina?" He growled, turning to look at me. "Get off!" "I'm just helping you out," I feigned innocence. "With what?" He rasped. "Your weak muscles. Didn't you admit you're not as strong as you appear? Consider this my contribution to building your strength." "I meant my immune system is compromised," He hissed. "It has
Julian"I hope you have good news for me, Raphael?" Dad inquired as one of the bodyguards returned from the search for Max. Despite knowing the answer to everyone's question, I had made a promise to my brother not to disclose his location."I'm sorry, Your Majesty," Raphael replied, "but we didn't find him in Orlu either." "Well, we won't stop there. He's bound to be in one of the other two kingdoms. My father's cousin sent word that he's not in Oleus either." Dad asserted. "Eisner and Havindelle are the only kingdoms left to search. You can go, Raphael."After Raphael left, I spoke up, "Dad?""Yes, son?" He turned to me."Why don't we just end the search? We're wasting resources as it is," I told him. "He did say that he didn't want anyone searching for him."Dad's brows furrowed in confusion, wondering why I wasn't expecting news about my brother. Max's twin sister Bianca and his favorite, Annabeth, weren't overly concerned either."That's really funny," Dad remarked. "Because I co
MaximillianA week later "Good morning, Justice. Did you sleep well?" Edwina greeted. Initially, I thought her civility was a joke, but now she appeared genuinely concerned about my well-being, leaving me unsure of my emotions."Yes, thank you," I replied. "And you?"She nodded, saying, "Hmm. I've reconciled with my sisters, and my life is back on track.""I'm really happy for you," I expressed.From a distance, a familiar male voice called out, "Edwina!"As Edwina's obnoxious best friend, Steven, approached, I rose to my feet. Having met him once, I disliked him for condescending looks, assuming I had nothing to my name."Steven! Hi, what brings you here?" Edwina's smile brightened considerably, unaware of his crush on her."I came to see you and check on your sisters," He said, placing his hand on her shoulder. "Is everything settled?""Yes, we're good now. You remember Justice, don't you?" Edwina asked."How are you doing, man?" Steven's handshake felt like an unspoken question,
Edwina Upon hearing Esther's scream, I quickly assumed she was in trouble. After hastily dressing following my evening shower, I rushed outside to investigate. To my surprise, I found Esther and Evelyn showering Justice with hugs and kisses, leaving me puzzled. "What's happening?" I inquired. "Edwina, look!" Evelyn handed me a paper from the Cooperative society. Initially fearing the worst, I realized it was a receipt. "This is a receipt," I noted. "Yes! Justice paid off our debt," Esther exclaimed. As I examined the receipt, confirming the five-million debt was settled, signed by both the chairman and Justice, a mix of emotions overwhelmed me. "Why... Why would you do something like this for us?" I questioned him. "You're not a member of this family." "Edwina!" Their shock mirrored my reaction. "I'm grateful, but you had no right." I tossed the receipt to the floor. "Where did you even manage to get five million within two weeks?" "Instead of questioning him..." "It's an
Maximillian The following morning, precisely at nine am and a few minutes after breakfast, I shared with them my plan to take a walk. Despite Evelyn's suggestion to accompany me, I politely declined, keeping my intentions confidential. Without informing Cyril about the acquired money, I left the house discreetly.After some time, I reached the urban area where I encountered the kind woman the day before, finding her in the same spot. Considering it a coincidence, I approached her, expressing gratitude for yesterday and requesting her phone, which she willingly handed over.Dialing Lucas's number, I put the phone to my ear, but he didn't answer, prompting me to end the call. Just as I was about to try again, a gentle tap on my shoulder made me whirl around, and there stood Lucas himself."Um... Good morning, Your..." He started to say.I interrupted him, asserting, "I don't want anyone to know who I am. My name here is Justice.""Oh, alright." Lucas nodded and shared, "I was just driv