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A talented painter, Lexi Thompson, is kidnapped by a notorious gang leader, Julian Blackwood, and she is given 60 days to paint a duplicate of a priceless artwork. As Lexi works to meet up with the deadline, she uncovers mysterious secrets about Julian's family, her troubled past and her parents demise whose deaths were linked to the painting she was asked to make a replica of. Lexi and Julian navigate through tough situations from rival gangs, their prohibited love becomes the greatest danger of all. Will they overcome their troubled pasts and trust each other, or will the secrets unveiled tear them apart?
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Canvas Of Secrets CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
The next morning Julian was ready to drive back home since the purpose of him being in Ontario had been carried out by someone else. He picked up his small bag, picked up his gun and lodged it at the waist of his trousers and then headed to his car. He got into his car, brought out the gun from behind and put it in the compartment box, then his phone rang—it was Stronach. “Hey my friend…… you didn’t call me back to report,” Stronach said in his Russian accent. “I was just about to do that,” Julian responded. “Well, is he dead?” Stronach asked. “Yes, he’s been taken care of” Julian said.“Good, good….. I will send three of my men to your address tomorrow to go save tvoya devushka(your girl). They will handle the matters of getting in and out of Xavier’s mansion…..Poka!(Bye)” Stronach said and hung up. Julian placed the phone in the phone compartment and buckled his seat belt before he kickstarted the car and drove off. ************************************************************
Last Updated : 2024-12-23Canvas Of Secrets CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Marve led the way and I followed from behind, my hands bound with a white zip tie as I limped all the way into the basement with Marve. There by the corner was a bed frame with iron spring and a mattress on it with a pillow. I looked around and saw no sign of a toilet or bathroom, my guess was that it was situated outside. I limped towards the bed and sat the moment I was close to it, Marve came closer and without saying any word he cut the zip tie that bound my hand and was about to leave when I let out. “You know this isn’t right!……why aren’t you saying or doing anything?!” I said. He stood there for a while, his back facing me. Then he turned around and looked at me. “I don’t know how you got too entangled in all of this but there is nothing much I can do.” Marve said. “I’m not asking you to do something grand for me, that little which you can do, please do it. Can you please do that much?” I asked. “I’ll bring your painting stuff down here,” Marve said. He said nothing else
Last Updated : 2024-12-23Canvas Of Secrets CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
It was morning and Julian was seen off to the car by Frederick who wasn't in full support with what he was about to do.“Is there no other way for you to do this?” Frederick asked knowing that he would get the same answer. “Nothing changes Frederick, not now,” Julian said and dropped his little luggage at the back seat of his red Porsche and got into the driver’s seat. He kickstarted the car with the key and drove out of the compound without looking back or goodbyes. Frederick turned around to the head security. “Station more men around the house, there’s a storm coming,” Frederick ordered and went back into the house. ***************************************************************The wind blew against his face and dark hair as Julian drove as fast as he could with the windows wined down. He was still in thought, his right on hand on the steering wheel and his left hand combing through his hair as he tried to arrange his thoughts when a call came in. He switched hands on the st
Last Updated : 2024-12-19Canvas Of Secrets CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
The security guard who was guarding my room was seen by Xavier by the corner of the stairs having a smoke. He immediately threw his half burnt cigarette on the floor and stepped on it to put out the fire. “Sir,” the guard said immediately.“And why are you down here,” Xavier asked dressed in blue pants and white shirt with a waistcoat, his two hands in his pockets. “The lady requested for whiskey and not to be disturbed while she paints tonight,” the guard said. “She requested for whiskey?” Xavier asked. “Yes sir,” the guard answered. Xavier stretched forth his hand out of his pocket and slapped the guard. “Shouldn’t your position be by her door? What if something happens? How fast are you gonna get up there?” Xavier asked. “I’m sorry sir,” the guard quickly said with his head bowed as he held his cheek. “Lead the way,” Xavier ordered the guard. “Yes sir,” the guard answered and quickly led Xavier up the stairs and to my room. They both finally got to my room and Xavier rest
Last Updated : 2024-12-18Canvas Of Secrets CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Julian sat at the balcony of the house, a glass and a bottle of whiskey set on the table right beside him. The head security walks in, eager to share information. “Sir, I've been able to look into Marcus. Turns out Miss Lexi and Marcus are related,” the head security reported. “What do you mean they are related?” Julian asked as he sat up from the resting chair. “Marcus is Miss Lexi’s step older brother. On the records, it says Marcus lost both his parents in a car accident but one of our men overheard him talking on the phone with someone he addressed as 'dad'," the head security said. “Are you saying his parents didn't die in the accident and he knows?” Julian asked. “Actually, I confirmed his mother's death but the father's death hasn't been traced so my guess is yes, his father is still very much alive and communicating with him,” the head security said.“Anything you could find about Lexi?” Julian asked. “The only document I could find about her was her adoption papers, she
Last Updated : 2024-12-18Canvas Of Secrets CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
I finally made up my mind and decided to take the chance and meet this person who is said to have so much interest in me. I was finally dressed in the black dress, a pair of flat shoes and styled my hair into a low bun, I had my hair in a ponytail in the past days. . I sat right there on the high stool before my half painted canvas, with no idea of how I wanted to escape. I sat and waited for me to be called downstairs, I can’t take the chance of going down before I was called. The door creaked open and a guard walked in. “You’re needed downstairs,” the guard said as he opened the door wider for me to pass through. I stood from the bed and walked out the room, followed by the guard and we both went downstairs. I stepped into the dining room and I could see Xavier seated at the other end of the dining table with a pretentious smile on his face as he beckoned me to come over with his hand. Then I saw the back figure of another man seated at the opposite end of Xavier’s seat. I cou
Last Updated : 2024-12-13Canvas Of Secrets CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Slowly his finger tweaked, his eyes opened and his view slightly blurry. Julian opened his eyes now and was still dazed, unsure of what had happened and what state he was in. He tried to let out some words but found it a bit difficult as his throat felt coarse and clogged as he had been asleep for long. He gave it another trial and finally the words came out slowly and hoped to be heard. “Waa—water,” Julian said slowly. The words echoed lowly but couldn't reach whoever was outside his door so he tried again and this time around made it a bit more loud. “Can—can I-I get water?” Julian asked. Fortunately, the guard standing outside Julian’s room heard part of what he said and quickly came into the room. Surprised to see Julian awake on the bed and asking for water, he quickly radioed the head security. “Sir, Mr Julian is awake!” the guard let out happily with a smile and ran out of the room to get a glass of water. The next time he came back, he came with the doctor, Frederick a
Last Updated : 2024-12-12Canvas Of Secrets CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
I waited for him to say something but he didn’t. “I guess it’s a very painful memory…. I have one too, I mean a painful memory not a scar,” I said immediately.“I don’t think you’re in any position to share stories with me. I am only here because I want to, not because you want me to be there,” Marve said to cut off that conversation. “Of course, I am sorry I got carried away…. You just seemed like someone I could share it with. Truth is, I actually wanted to ask you about Julian….you were the last person who saw him after the accident.” I said. “Maybe I should have just shot him dead……then you’d forget about him and do what you’re asked to do to save your life,” Marve said indifferently. “And I have come to understand why you didn’t when you could have…..Look, I am not trying to question your choices, I just want to know if he's okay.” I said.“I also want you to understand that I don't know anything about Julian after I left the scene……I took you and left them there, I am sure h
Last Updated : 2024-12-11Canvas Of Secrets CHAPTER TWENTY
It wasn’t enough that I found out at a young age that I was adopted when I was five years old, now I have to live with the fact that my foster father who had been dead all those years suddenly showed up alive and sold me to the highest bidder for money and his own gains— Sometimes I wished my foster mom was alive, she wouldn’t have allowed all of this happen. A number of new white canvases, oil paints and brushes were sent to the room where I was locked in. There was no end to this cycle, I got kidnapped by Julian and started painting, now I’ve been kidnapped again by Xavier and forced to paint again, that left me to wonder if all of this would ever end. I was sure that the end with Xavier would be a lot worse than with Julian. I picked up the paint brush and remembered the time I drew my first strokes while I was with Julian. I took a seat before the canvas, my thoughts about Julian swirling in my mind. I knew that I needed a way to figure out what happened to Julian and how he
Last Updated : 2024-12-10
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I pushed open the brown wooden door and stepped into my studio, a sense of excitement rushed all over my body as I was eager to start work on the next painting. I shut the door right after me with my left hand while holding a cup of coffee on my right. Setting the cup of my coffee down on the table filled with different sketches of paintings, paint brushes, and some disorganized books about painting, I reached out my handbag and hung it on the bag holder by the wall. A number of finished paintings lay on the wall by the floor and a couple more hung on the wall. A few were finished, a few unfinished and a few were client's orders to be picked up. I always made my paintings from scratch and my mind and never copied anyone’s work no matter the amount a client was willing to pay. I pulled off my trench coat, leaving my black shirt and a pair of deep blue jeans on a pair of boots on and pulled a stool closer to an empty canvas I had already set and sat. I took a sip of the coffee and pi...
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