who are the bloody hijackers?!!
He was awoken by the creaking sound of the door. He sat up abruptly and watched the brown skin woman in white suit trousers and white blazers jacket walking into the room. In her right hand was a small backpack which she threw towards him. He caught the backpack and held it close to his chest. “Are we leaving?” He asked, his eyes looking intently at the woman who sat on the small sofa opposite the bed. “Yes, but out of the country,” she replied with a smile on her wide red lips. “They'll get hold of me at the airport, I can't leave this country,” he said fearfully. “We've got all that covered. Come on, our flight is ready,” she said and stood up elegantly. Her stiletto heels hit the floor gracefully as they both stepped out of the room. Walking into the open, his mouth was left agape, seeing the chopper whose rotors were spinning at a great velocity. He shielded his ears with his palms as he stopped on his track and looked at the woman. “Are we leaving in a chopper?” He aske
Samantha sat up on the bed as she watched him walk into the room, looking dejected. With his gaze on the floor, he walked past the bed and headed for the bathroom. “Are you okay?” She asked after him but there was no response. She waited for hours but he didn't step out of the bathroom. The only sound she could hear was the sound of running water. “What's wrong with him? One moment he is lovely and the other moment he's moody?” She soliloquized. She could recall several occasions where he had returned from his mother's room and all he'd do was lock himself up in the bathroom for hours. “Did they have a fight?” She mumbled again. He soon stepped out of the bathroom and walked over to the closet. He didn't seem to pay any attention to her. She could see resentment written all over his face and she refrained from speaking. He stepped out of the closet, clothed in his blue pajamas. He stepped into the bed and pulled the duvet over his body. “You're not having dinner?” She asked.
Sunshades on. She stepped out of the car, her fair sleek skin glowing under the red bodycon dress she wore. She flaunted her curvy hourglass figure with pride as she walked towards the building. Swaying her long black wavy hair, her black platform heels hit the floor elegantly and the men in black suits couldn't help but stare speechlessly as she stopped in front of the entrance post. “Hi, I'm here to see Mrs Samantha Clyde,” she informed, flashing an alluring smile on her red wide lips. The men stared at each other and she quickly brought out her phone from her black leather purse. As she typed on her phone, one of the men called out to her, “ Ma'am,” “Yes?” She answered, without looking up. “You can go in,” the guard responded. She smiled briefly at the men before walking into the building. “Aww..this is magnificent!!” She awed, as she was led into the foyer by one of the guards. “Sasha!!” Samantha's voice came from the stairs. “Samantha!! Oh, I've missed you so much!!”
In the spacious glass wall office, the automatic door slid open and her red platform heels tread the floor gracefully. Sitting on the executive swivel chair was Ryker, whose gaze was focused on his computer screen. At the sound of her heels, he raised up his eyes and his heart flinched, as the smell of jasmine cologne filled his nostrils. His jaws stiffend and the veins on his neck became visible as his grey eyes pounced on the sexy figure walking elegantly towards his table. Dressed charmingly in a maroon color fitted dress that stopped right on her knees, he couldn't take his eyes off her well built curves which were hugged by the patent leather dress she wore. His eyes ran up to her cleavages, exposed by the deep Vneck line. He felt everything in him go hard as his eyes feast on them. He didn't realize she was standing at his table until her voice interrupted him. “Good morning, Mr Ryker,” her small melodious voice sent shrills all over his body. He quickly regained his sen
His hardened face was glued to the screen as he punched words into his laptop. He had left home in a bad mood, all thanks to Samantha for bringing up Vanessa's photograph. He heard the sounds of familiar heels and he looked up to see Sasha walking into the office with a cup of coffee. He became lost and his fingers stayed motionless on the laptop.His eyes didn't leave her cleavages which were revealed by the plunging neckline of the black jumpsuit she wore. Their eyes met and she flashed a breathtaking smile on her red glossy lips.Just a few steps to the table, she missed her steps and staggered forward. “Ouch!” She cried as the coffee spilled over her body.He jumped out of his seat and bolted in her direction. “Are you okay?” He asked, his hand on her waist.“Yeah..I'm.. I'm fine. Sorry I made a mess,” she chuckled, looking at her stained dress and the floor.“No, that was a mistake. Hope you didn't hurt yourself,” he said with concern as he took away the cup of coffee and plac
“It's lunch time, and I'm heading over to the cafeteria,” Sasha's tiny voice was heard as she walked over to Ryker's table. He gulped and looked away from her. His hardened face softened for a moment and he adjusted the tie around his neck. “It's.. it's fine,” he mumbled. “You don't wanna have lunch yet? Or, should I arrange for two?” She asked, adjusting her pair of clear glasses. He became stunned for a moment and he gave her a slow burning stare. She was quite irresistible and he didn't know when he responded, “ Yeah..you..you can.” “See you downstairs,” she said with a smile and walked away. He shrugged, trying to keep a calm composure. He recalled the heated moment they had before his mother interrupted. Her lips were so gracious, succulent and dripping with honey. Her solid cleavages appeared in his head and he wished to be buried in between them once more. “What are you thinking?” He questioned himself as he shut his laptop and stood up from his seat. ** “Oh, thou
The door flung open and he marched into the room aggressively. Samantha sat up on the bed and her eyes widened in curiosity, seeing his torn shirt and the devilish look on his face. She couldn't speak as he stopped abruptly beside the bed. He gave her a cold dark stare before marching into the bathroom. “What's wrong with him?” She muttered, getting up from the bed. She walked closer to the bathroom where she could hear the sounds of running water. There was no single sound from Ryker and she wondered what he was up to. She stood for a couple of minutes and it seemed he wasn't coming out. She sighed and walked back to the bed. ** “Sir, your coffee,” Sasha said, dropping the cup of coffee before Ryker's table. He couldn't take his eyes off her as she stood before his table, dressed smartly in a white plunge neckline body con dress that stopped right on her knees. “Anything else you'll need, sir?” She asked, adjusting her glasses. He swallowed hard and looked away from her.
“Sir, the meeting is set to commence at 12:pm. All necessary arrangements have been put in place,” Sasha reported to her boss who was seated on his swivel chair, with his legs crossed stylishly. Ryker sighed as his finger dropped from his forehead. He had been lost in thought and didn't even notice her presence. His eyes ran up to her face and he saw how beautiful she was looking as always. She was looking so stunning that morning in a pink corporate knee length dress. As their eyes locked, she looked away quickly, and he knew she was still mad at his behavior yesterday. He wasn't going to apologize, she meant nothing to him, he said to himself as he stood up from his seat. “Get my briefcase, and clear my desk. I'll be in the car waiting,” he said. She nodded and he watched her walk over to his desk. He took a slow glance at her before walking out of the office. Sitting in the black Rolls-Royce, he watched her step in, wearing a long face. He gazed at the side of her face as the
The baby naming ceremony was conducted soon after Samantha was laid to rest. The next day, the whole family was seated for the reading of Mr Clyde's Will. Ryan was still absent, but the reading commenced anyway.In the large living room was Sophia, seated beside her fiance Ken. Ryker and Sasha were also spotted sitting together on the next couch. Opposite them was Mrs Clyde and Claris, while Aunt Susan sat on a single sofa with her legs crossed elegantly. The lawyer, a middle aged man in his fifties, was sitting on the middle couch, preparing his files.Everyone listened attentively as the lawyer read out the will diligently.“The landed properties, beach club, and real estate both in Zurich and in the United States will be inherited by my only surviving sister, Susan,” the lawyer read out. A warm smile appeared on Aunt Susan's lips and she could see Sophia smiling at her. Mrs Clyde forced a smile on her lips as her eyes met with Aunt Susan. Ryker's face hardened and he took a dee
The cloud was gloomy and there was a rumbling sound of thunder as people gathered by the graveside of Samantha Houston.It was all shades of black as the priest delivered the graveside talk. Resting beside the grave was Samantha’s casket and her beautiful portrait resting on the table beside the casket. Sasha was seen with Samantha's baby as she stood beside Ryker whose face was hardened. Mrs Clyde stood beside Ryker with her hand resting on his shoulder. Sophia and Ken were standing a few meters apart, with Sophia's head resting on Ken's shoulder as she sobbed silently. Other members of the family and friends were also seen, standing closely as the priest delivered the graveside talk. The rain began to drop slowly as members of the family came forward to pay their tribute. It was all tears and mourning as the casket was finally laid to rest in the grave. Mrs Clyde and Aunt Susan held onto Ryker tightly as Samantha's body was laid to rest. He wiped off the tears that trickled dow
“Any news from her family?” Aunt Susan asked, with her eyes on Mrs Clyde who was sitting on the couch opposite her. They were all seated in the small private living room. “No, as a matter of fact, we don't know her family. Sasha is the only friend we knew she had,” she replied. Aunt Susan turned to Sasha who was sitting beside Ryker. “Um..,” Sasha stammered. “Samantha is an orphan from what I know. Her only aunt who raised her is also late. We grew up together in the countryside before I left for the city. Samantha definitely has no family,” Sasha explained. “Hmm,” Aunt Susan mumbled. “So then, we'll begin to make plans for the funeral,” she said to Mrs Clyde. “Yes, as fast as possible,” Mrs Clyde said with a nod. Aunt Susan turned to Ryker whose face was gloomy. “Be strong, all these shall pass,” she consoled him. “Thank you, Aunt,” he managed to speak. “Cute son she gave you,” she added with a smile. He nodded with a wry smile. “I'll check up on him before I leave,
In the spacious foyer, the servants and all staff working in the mansion were seen, lined up in two different lines. Walking in the middle of the lines was Mrs Clyde, dressed in a black fur jacket reaching down her knees. She stopped on getting to the other end and everyone paid attention as she cleared her throat to speak. “We were having a bad day yesterday, that's why everyone was ordered to remain in their quarters. With a heavy heart, I want to announce the passing away of Mrs Samantha Clyde, wife of my son, Ryker Clyde,” she announced with a somber voice. “No!!” Anna screamed tremendously. The girls began to weep and Hailey alongside Betty held Anna closely to themselves. “Samantha can't die, she can't die..no..,” Madam Kate chuckled in disbelief. “Order!” Mrs Clyde bellowed. There were murmurs, alongside sniffing and weeping. “She died as a result of postpartum hemorrhage and it was too late before the doctor could do anything,” Mrs Clyde continued. “She had no co
Samantha became dumbfounded, looking at the faces of the men and women who were sneering as they walked closer to her. “Sas.. you're sorry for what?” She asked, looking lost. Sasha gulped and her gaze returned to the floor. “Sas, you made the calls, didn't you?” Samantha asked in dismay. “Unfortunately, no calls were made. This whole meeting is a sham, Samantha,” Mrs Clyde smirked. “Sas..,” Samantha tried to call. “I'm sorry, Sam, I fell deeply in love with Ryker. I..I couldn't do what you asked. How could you, Sam? Ryker did nothing to you! He is a good man!!” Sasha cried. “You betrayed me?!!” Samantha cried in disbelief. Ryker grabbed hold of her wrists and pulled her forcefully to himself. “To think that you made a fool out of me, you were fucking my brother under my roof, and you sent Sasha to divert my attention away from your schemes,” he laughed while looking deep into her eyes. Samantha wriggled, trying to break free from him but his grips were firm. He sent a h
What the hell do you mean your son is not the father of my baby?” Samantha scoffed, taking off her sunglasses as she stood up from her seat. “Samantha, can you explain this?” The lady who welcomed her earlier, asked in dismay. “Oh, yeah, her son fathered my child,” Samantha accused, pointing at Mrs Clyde. “Ryker didn't father the baby, Samantha!!” Doctor Jean fired. “Oh, yes, he didn't. Ryker isn't the only son she's got. Okay, I get it. Her favorite son didn't father the baby,” she mocked, turning to Ryker and Mrs Clyde. “Samantha, what did you do?” Mrs Clyde asked with disappointment as the glass fell off her hands. Ryker remained glued to his seat, unable to utter a word. “I beat you to your game, bitch!” Samantha fired. “How dare you?!” Mrs Clyde cried, shaking her head in disbelief. Samantha smiled and adjusted her suit jacket. She took a deep breath and grabbed an armchair which she sat on stylishly. “Members of the Clyde's family,” she addressed with a smile
Samantha's face lit up with a smile as she watched Anna and Hailey scrambling their way to meet the baby at the cradle. “Easy, girls,” she urged. The girls awed as they looked at the baby whose blue eyes were wide open. They both gave awkward stares at each other before returning their gaze to the baby. “He's indeed so cute,” Anna awed. “Yes, just like his daddy,” Hailey put in. Anna's eyes bulged as she looked up at Hailey. “Those blue eyes, brown hair..,” Hailey continued. “Hailey, um..I guess Madam Kate needs our attention,” Anna said, getting up swiftly. Samantha watched with a smile as the girls waved her goodbye and left the room. “The result of the match played on the night of Aunt Susan's party is out,” Hailey whispered to Anna as they both walked along the passageway. “Shh, Hailey,” Anna whispered. “It's undeniable,” Hailey scoffed. Anna sighed and stood for a moment. “Samantha is in trouble if our guess is right,” she said. “We need to stay cool to see wha
There was chaos in the building as Mrs Clyde and the maids all ran into Samantha's room. “Out of my way!” She snapped, pushing Kate aside as she made her way to the bed where Samantha was lying in pain. “Mother,” Samantha cried, grabbing her arms tightly. “Hold on, Sam. Doctor Jean and his team are on their way here,” she assured, patting her forehead. “I can't, mother, it's excruciating..,” Samantha cried out like a baby. “It's just for a few moments. When the baby is out, you'll eventually be free. Hold on, Sam, be strong for mama,” Mrs Clyde said with a smile. “Mother, don't leave me,” Samantha cried painfully, still clinging to her arms. “I'm here, okay? I'm here,” Mrs Clyde assured again. “The bowl and the towel,” she said to the maids who were watching anxiously. Anna handed the items over to Madam Kate who soaked the towel in a bowl and wiped off the perspiration surrounding Samantha's face. “I need a waist massage, a foot massage, I need everything!!” Samantha th
She stood up from the bed as she caught sight of Ryker and Mrs Clyde walking into the room. She could see Ryker's hardened face but she didn't say a word to him. “Sam,” Mrs Clyde called, walking to meet her. “Yes, mother,” she answered sharply. “Ryker is going on an urgent business trip,” she informed. Samantha became puzzled as she looked at Ryker who was walking over to the closet. “Is it that urgent that I wasn't informed beforehand?” She asked, still looking at him. “Yes, daughter. I'm so sorry,” Mrs Clyde said with pity, placing a hand on her shoulder. “I'm almost due for birth, mother,” she lamented. “He'll be back just in time for your delivery. Don't be scared, I'm here, and you sister in-laws are here with you too. You've got nothing to worry about,” Mrs Clyde said with a smile. She nodded and watched Ryker taking his luggage box out of the closet. “Ryker, you won't say goodbye to your wife?” Mrs Clyde asked with a smile. He stopped and swallowed hard before