“A perfume box is definitely not a gift for Aria,” Alexander’s voice stayed calm but there was a sternness to it. Lucas looked up from the perfume box they had just unwrapped. “What do you mean, Young Master?” Alexander looked at Lucas as he rested his hands on the table in the home office, he pointed to the gift, “Aria doesn’t wear perfume and according to what she told me, she never has.” Lucas frowned at the gift, “So we are a hundred percent sure that this package isn’t for the young mistress?” “As sure as the sun will rise. Aria would not order perfumes.” Alexander said. “Young Master, If it was a store, they’d have a return address so it has to be from someone, someone who doesn’t want to be identified or traced.” Lucas added.“This is meant for Frieda, probably the spray that Hensley sent to her.” Alexander said, taking a seat. “The bastard has guts, he’s trying to supply her with these perfumes right under our noses, to aid her cover.” Lucas said, fuming with rage. “How
"You have seen the pictures. You also know what I can do with them.” Ken sat back in the chair, feeling bigger than the five foot eight inches man that he was. He crossed his arms, giving Hensley a look of triumph. Hensley had seen the pictures, he definitely knew what they contained. Hensley looked at Ken in the eyes, without budging. “So what do you want exactly? You wouldn’t go through this much trouble if you didn’t have quite serious demands.” Ken steadied his nerves, he had thought that Hensley would be the uncomfortable one between the two of them but now that he stared into Hensley’s eyes knowing what he was capable of, Ken couldn’t help but feel a bit scared. “I don’t need any money from you and I don’t want any cut in your profits. I have just one single request and that’s for you to attach my name as your assistant to the patent when you finalize the formula.” Hensley studied him as he spoke, respectfully waiting for the next part of the demand. He heard no responses.
Jessica sat in first class on the flight back home from Paris, her father made her go on the vacation but to Jessica, this wasn’t a vacation, it was war planning. “You have to leave the country.” Her father’s words echoed in her head. The day he had made that verdict, she had stood in his office after leaving the hospital where her mother and aunt were. Her heart was racing because she didn’t know exactly what her father was going to say about the situation between her and Alexander. She knew for a fact that her father had a very bad temper, but he had always been quite accommodating with her. he didn’t like the fact that Alexander had come to his house not once but twice on account of her behavior, Mr. Anderson was not one to tolerate any form of disrespect from anyone.She remembered, watching as Alexander’s body shook with convulsions as the effects of her body and his allergy mixed together, and he almost died, all because she had agreed to use Ken’s bosses sick excuse for a sol
Lucas walked down the hallway with intent, he held the bugged phone in hand. This bugged phone was their chance to finally corner Frieda. He knocked on the door to Frieda’s room, waiting for a response from within.“Come in!” Frieda said from inside the room. She was lounging in bed in a silk robe, she flipped through a magazine idly, looking as one who had no concerns in the world. She must really think she’s sold us on this act, he thought. She glanced up at him as he entered. “Is that mine?” Lucas held out the phone. “Yes Mrs Sinclair. This is your new device as requested. I hope it is to your satisfaction.” Frieda took the phone from Lucas without hesitation, running her fingers on the sleek black box. “I thought you’d forgotten, I was wondering what was taking so long but thank you.” Lucas gave her a smile. “I thought about what you’d like the most. It’s been set up with applications and all the other things you’d need. You can also transfer your old files from the cloud i
Ken was seated in his car, holding the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles paled slightly. His body felt weird. For the first time in his life, he felt trapped in his own game. There was no way out of this so-called agreement. It was his idea and he couldn’t… wouldn’t ask for help from his mother. There was no turning back now. He stared at Hensley’s contact on his phone screen, his finger on the dial button. With a deep breath, he dialed the number. The line rang for a while and he got the prompt that the user was busy. He remained in his car staring at the road, He waited a couple of minutes before dialing the number again. This time, a familiar voice answered. “Ken? Tell me you’re not calling to back out now.” Ken furrowed his brows. Everyone must think the same things about him, that he was weak, useless or a coward. “No. I’m going to do it tomorrow night.” There was a pause and then Hensley laughed. “Okay then… This patent must be as important to you as it is to
Frieda stood in front of the mirror, tilting her head as she studied herself in the mirror. She couldn’t have styled herself any simpler than this. She believed she had done a good job portraying Aria‘s dress sense. Her hair fit the picture she had seen of Aria, her outfit was a chic and casual sun dress she saw in the closet. The get up was not even a bit suspicious, it looked like one that showed she was just going out to enjoy her day. There was nothing that would make anyone in the house suspicious of her movements. She inhaled and exhaled before moving away from the mirror, She went down the staircase with a natural ease as if she hadn’t just spent the last few minutes rehearsing her lines. Alexander was in the lounging area of the house, casually sipping an espresso and looking through documents on his tablet. Frieda smiled sweetly as she approached Alexander. “Darling, I was thinking of going for a spa day today. I need some self care, I’ve not been relaxing much.”Alexande
Frieda was motionless at the back of the speeding ambulance, her body was strapped down as the paramedics moved around her, their voices were quick and clear as they sounded the situation. “Her BP’s dropping.” “She’s got multiple fractures and possible internal bleeding. We’ve got a bleeder on the gash on her face.” “We need to stabilize her vitals before we get to the hospital. Tend to that wound, keep pressure on it.” From the outside, the sirens wailed as they ran through the city, the vehicle moved through traffic briskly. Frieda had spent days acting like she was incapacitated but this time she was truly barely clinging to life. *** Back at the Sinclair Estate, Alexander watched the security feed on Lucas’s laptop, his fingers tapping on his desk. He already knew that Frieda was going to Hensley but she had made a stop at the spa first just to confuse the driver and keep up appearances before moving to another location.The tracker on Frieda’s phone finally stopped moving
Janet sat in her grand living room scrolling through a gossip column on her phone. It came as a surprise when the butler announced that she had a delivery. She walked out to the door and was handed a bottle of wine with a red bow tied around the neck. She frowned in confusion as she thought about the most likely people to send her a bottle of wine. “No sender information?” She asked as she signed. The delivery man shook his head. “No sender address ma’am and no note, except this.” He handed her a tiny card. Janet’s eyes scanned it. All that was written wasCongrats. Her heart almost stopped. Realization hit her at once and she almost lost hold of the bottle. There was only one reason someone would send this. This was what the hitman said he would do. She had initially thought it was a joke especially since it feels like overkill but here they were. Aria was dead and the bottle of red wine seemed fitting. Without another thought, Janet turned around and ran straight into the h
“So, how was everything while I was away?” Aria’s voice was soft as she pushed the stroller with Lilian’s baby in it. She leaned forward on the couch in the penthouse, as Lilian carefully folded a few baby clothes. Lilian glanced up, smiling softly. “Well, to be honest, there wasn't a lot that changed. When you and Mr. Alexander returned from your trip, we thought you were back but then you just disappeared into your room and then Mr. Lucas called and told me I was to come work for you here but not to disclose a single thing to anyone.” Aria stilled. “When I came back with Alexander?” Lilian nodded. “Yes, when you and Mr. Alexander didn’t come back from your mother’s memorial, Grandma and most of the staff thought you both were finally getting a honeymoon.”Aria wanted to press more but she said nothing, she didn’t want to arouse any suspicion from Lilian. Lilian chuckled, she had no idea that Aria was tense. “When Mr. Alexander said you were ill, Grandma joked that maybe your il
“Young Master, we have a problem.” Lucas’s voice sounded sharp as he stepped into Alexander’s office. He took a look at Alexander who looked like he didn’t even want to be at the office today. The ongoing investigation was weighing on the young man. Alexander didn’t look up from his desk, he still studied the documents in front of him. “Which one of our problems?” Lucas slid the file he held onto the desk. “It’s Ethan sir.” “What about him?” Alexander replied, he finally lifted his head and reached for the file Lucas dropped, his expression unreadable. Lucas exhaled. “The detective told us their full strategy on how they plan on arresting Ethan and Shanta and taking down Shanta’s whole operation but there’s a catch.” Alexander’s jaw tightened as he opened the file to photos of Shanta and Ethan and redacted lines in the investigation file. “What exactly is this catch? I already know I’m not going to like it so just say it.” “Young Master, They want to keep Ethan on the ground un
“Good day everyone, I’m the detective here for the briefing on Shanta and his crew.” The detective spoke as soon as he strode into the Tech team’s conference room at The Sinclair Headquarters. “We need to talk about Ethan, we don’t know anything about this Shanta…” Lucas immediately replied. The detective, a lean man who looked like he was in his forties, turned to Lucas with sharp eyes. “I guess it’s straight to business with you.” “Well, there’s no time for pleasantries. Ethan should be in a holding cell awaiting trial just like his fellow conspirators.” Lucas replied. The detective exhaled, he looked weary as he rubbed his temples. “Yes that’s true but it’s not that simple.” One of the tech operatives leaned forward. “So what’s the holdup? We had eyes on him at Shanta’s pub, we alerted you on the location and you had a window but you stopped the officers from taking him. Why did you do that exactly?”The detective tapped his fingers on the table. “Because arresting Ethan would
“This is the one I picked, I think it’s okay and it looks warm and homely at the same time as doubling as a safe house.” Lucas said. Alexander stepped into the penthouse, his eyes scanned the space. The apartment was sleek, modern and the sunlight filled the room. The windows were floor to ceiling but they had shutters in case the person needed to drown out the natural light. The penthouse overlooked the city… It was a humble type of luxury. “Is it secure?” Alexander asked, stepping towards the closed balcony doors. Lucas nodded his response. “Yes, Young Master. It has triple security, controlled access so no one gets in without clearance.” Alexander ran a hand along the door knob before opening it. The balcony was nice, airy but very secure. “And inside?” Lucas gave a small smile, he was proud of the apartment. “The inside is fully stocked, has a private gym and enough space so she doesn’t feel like a prisoner.” Alexander’s gaze went straight to the woman standing near the kitc
The guest house bubbled with laughter as the ladies clunk their glasses together and celebrated. The bottle of expensive French wine sat half empty on the table as Janet, Mandy and Jessica indulged in their victory. Jessica sighed, as she swirled her wine in her glass. “I have to admit, I didn’t even think it would happen this fast.” Mandy smirked, “when you pay for the best, you’ll definitely get the best.” She took a slow sip of the wine. “I didn’t exactly trust him, I thought he’d probably screw it up, or worse take the money and run away.” Jessica replied. Janet let out a small laugh and a cough, obviously enjoying the wine. “You weren’t the only one. I was skeptical about hiring someone, what if he made a mistake or he got caught? That would be stupid and traceable.” “There’s still a slight chance that he screwed up.” Jessica said. Mandy snapped, “Don’t say that.” Jessica frowned. “Don’t say what?” Mandy firmly placed her glass down on the table. “That kind of talk can j
Lucas stood in the cold, autopsy room waiting for the autopsy report. As soon as he saw the forensic toxicologist walk in, his gaze swept over the stout man. He was handed the document and his eyes absorbed the information. The results were obvious. “She was poisoned,” the examiner said as he pulled off his gloves. “We found a deeply concentrated toxic substance in her bloodstream. It wasn’t something that could have entered her blood naturally. This substance is what caused her demise, we are yet to ascertain what sort of poison it is or where it comes from but we think it’s a mix of some sort.” Lucas kept a straight face. “So do you think this substance was ingested or it was injected?” The examiner pointed at the file. “We also checked her IV bag.” Lucas opened the next document in the file, a report of the administered drugs and what was later found in the IV bag. “So the IV tested positive for the same poison meaning that’s how it got into her system?” That was a calculated
Lucas stood in the next room watching through the two way mirror as the medical examiner began cutting through Frieda’s body. He thought about how Frieda was a casualty of deception even in death. He wasn’t here for answers about her, rather he was here for proof, proof that someone had made a mistake. Or proof that someone had killed this young woman, or who they thought she was. The forensic pathologist glanced at him from the other side of the room, the light was on so he could clearly see that Lucas was watching him intently. “I’ve never had someone insist on being present for an autopsy before.” Lucas didn’t blink. “You’re not used to my kind of people.” The pathologist raised an eyebrow but said nothing. He continued the autopsy, while analyzing the toxicology results. The door opened, the doctor from earlier emerged. “The security footage is ready, you can come and take a look.” He took one last glare at the pathologist before leaving the room. He followed the doctor to
The private hospital was indeed private, it was quiet and the eerie silence felt unnatural. But that didn’t matter to Alexander. His footsteps through the hallway was fast and determined as he walked down the corridor towards the hospital room where Aria was being kept. His own Aria, his wife and love. Lucas walked briskly beside him, they found the doctor in charge. “Hello sir. I’m Doctor Smith. I’m in charge of the patient.” He said.“What’s the situation?” Alexander asked. “The man pumped her with enough anesthesia to keep her unconscious for days. We’re currently trying to clear it from her system but it’ll take time.” The doctor replied. Alexander said nothing. His body language showed his impatience, he wanted to see Aria now but he also wanted to find Hensley and make him pay for what he had done. Lucas spoke out, sensing Alexander’s rage. “At least she’s here now. We found her.” Alexander exhaled. “Not soon enough.” He said under his breath. They reached the door of he
Janet sat in her grand living room scrolling through a gossip column on her phone. It came as a surprise when the butler announced that she had a delivery. She walked out to the door and was handed a bottle of wine with a red bow tied around the neck. She frowned in confusion as she thought about the most likely people to send her a bottle of wine. “No sender information?” She asked as she signed. The delivery man shook his head. “No sender address ma’am and no note, except this.” He handed her a tiny card. Janet’s eyes scanned it. All that was written wasCongrats. Her heart almost stopped. Realization hit her at once and she almost lost hold of the bottle. There was only one reason someone would send this. This was what the hitman said he would do. She had initially thought it was a joke especially since it feels like overkill but here they were. Aria was dead and the bottle of red wine seemed fitting. Without another thought, Janet turned around and ran straight into the h