Angela“You have one minute left.” He reminded me with a grave tone that sprouted goosebumps from my body. I didn’t realize how much this will affect him until he threatened to pull the trigger on me. Xavier scoffed. “Of course, you do not have any reasonable excuse or explanation to give.” He grabbed another bottle of whiskey from the shelf.“Hailey approached me for the first time in the restroom,” I explained. “I didn’t know who she was, at least not until I realized the door was locked from the other side possibly by her friend or partner. She asked questions about Rico but I played dumb.”My eyes stung from the tears accumulated in them. I had to close my eyes for a bit, allowing the tears in my eyes to roll down my cheeks. Images of those pictures Hailey showed me flashed through my eyes and I quickly snapped them open.“She showed me pictures,” I whispered, my eyes lost in my thought. “She showed me so many pictures.”“What pictures?” I gasped at how close his voice sounded. W
XavierI am more upset over the fact that I allowed Hailey to make Angela feel obliged to entertain her or maybe I’m angry because slowly, I’m dragging Angela deeper into my world, slowly tinting her innocence. The best option would have been to let her go not watch her walk down the aisle to meet me, but then I’m a selfish man; I do not make decisions that rational people make.Misplacement of anger. I am angry no doubt, maybe a little bit at Angela for keeping this from me, but she’s not the sole reason for my anger, but I made her believe otherwise.Carefully avoiding the broken pieces of glass scattered all over the marble, I rounded my desk and collapsed on my seat, feeling drained from the alcohol, anger, and pain.Deciding to do a little work to take my mind off the event of the day, I turned on my laptop and clicked on my email. Thousands of unanswered mail flooded my inbox but only a few caught my attention and one of them was from Joshua Miller, my lawyer.Clicking on his ma
XavierI broke every traffic rule just to get to Angela. A ride that was supposed to take forty minutes, but I covered it within twenty minutes.Stopping the car in a dark street, I opened the door and got out. Oliver, Sly, and Sebastian got down from their car too.“What happened to the street light?” I asked no one in particular. This isn’t where any young lady should be found not to talk about my lady. I brought out my phone and turned on its flashlight. “Where the fuck is her car?!” I hissed, feeling frustrated.A car screeched from afar, sending everybody on alert. We all pulled our guns out, cocked and aimed, ready to fire.“Bossman!” Lucas called out from the dark. He flashed his torch light. “What the fuck is going on boss? Oliver called me.”Sighing, we withdrew our guns. “Angela is missing.” I looked around angrily. “Why the fuck are these streetlights not working?” Pinching my brows, I walked to the other side of the street. A flashlight from afar caught my attention.“Boss
XavierI only left my daughter’s room a few minutes ago, after I was certain that her fever has calmed. Dr. Cowell also left a few minutes ago due to an emergency at his hospital, but he left instructions on what to do in case of the fever returns although, in his words, it is unlikely to return.Lucas is currently in my office, making the calls I instructed him to make before the incident with Kenz whilst I took a quick shower.Standing in front of the bathroom mirror with my toothbrush hanging loosely in my mouth, I wondered what she might be going through right now. Thousands of unanswered questions flooded my head, questions like- has she eaten anything yet? Is she even conscious? Are they tending to her wound or are they careless about it, leaving it prone to infection? Did they allow her to clean up? Or did they leave her in the mess of her blood?Questions that I wished I have answers to are what makes breathing difficult. Sighing, I placed both hands on the sink and bowed my h
AngelaThe whooshing sound in my ear increased each minute which made it difficult to continue sleeping. I really need to see my doctor ASAP. W.H.O enlightened us on the fact that a whooshing sound can be dangerous if frequently experienced.I do not experience this frequently, but the banging headache which accompanied the whooshing sound made me conclude that I need to see my doctor. Maybe I’ll have Xavier drive me.The whispering voices in the background made my brows snap together. None of the staff dare enter our room without our permission, and Xavier isn’t in the habit of whispering around me.Cracking my eyes open, I winced at the pain that shot up to my brain. Out of reflex, I tried massaging my temple but was held back by the sharp pain in my hand stopping me.I tried again, this time opening them slowly. The first thing I captured was the unfamiliar white curtains. My brain processed the information as my eyes took in the unfamiliarity of my environment. Panic set in as rea
XavierTwo days and were yet to make any improvement in finding Angela. I’ve spoken with Adam, and he claims that Martinez isn’t planning anything, at least not to his knowledge. I also questioned him about Mateo and he told me that Mateo has been lying low after his arrest.It’s a thing of total disappointment that the man I sent to spy on Martinez and his son knows nothing about Mateo’s plan to overthrow his father. Just how useless can he be? Just how clueless can he get? I almost told him about the plan so he can look into it, but after much contemplation, keeping that information to myself seemed to be the best thing to do. I can’t be so certain that he still works for me, that he is not intentionally withholding information about Mateo from me.Things are beginning to get messy, and if I don’t get a handle on it, it might get out of hand. Angela was summoned to the station for questioning yesterday, but I gave them an excuse, saying that she was too sick to leave the house. I ca
AngelaOne week with Aaron. The young man confused my calmness as cooperation. Unknown to him, I have everything planned out in my head. My plan is quite simple. Get him to trust me while I heal. I figured that trying to escape with this stabbing pain in my chest and frequent dizziness isn’t going to get me anywhere. I’ll only end up getting caught which will definitely not end in my favor. Ever since I woke up in this place, I’m yet to see Aaron’s brother, the actual person who got me locked up in here. I desperately want to see him, at least I need to know if this was done by someone I know. Identifying the face might help me figure out what’s going on.Buttoning up my shirt, I smiled at myself when I didn’t feel any pain in my chest or any form of dizziness as I bent down to touch my toe. Touching my toe is an every morning routine that I do in other to check if I’m healed enough to think of my escape.Satisfied, I walked out of the room in search of Aaron. We’re the only ones i
Xavier Dressed in a black tux, I clipped a brooch to my left breast, topping off the Versace look. I sent my daughter over to Daniel’s for the night with twenty security details. Daniel, the bastard who doesn’t know when to keep his mouth shut kept questioning me about Angela.At one point, he accused me of murder. He went as far as threatening to report me to the cops if Angela didn’t show up by the weekend; a threat I rather find feeble.Whilst giving out his threats, I also dished out mine. I warned him not to do anything that will compromise my daughter’s safety. My men are there to protect her, but at the same, he shouldn’t do anything that will make their work difficult.I promised to watch him drown if anything, any slightest thing; as small as a scratch dents her skin.It was quite painful to watch my daughter happily leave with him a few hours ago. It was as if she preferred the company of that man over mine. I’m not surprised though, just like that man, she blames me for he
Epilogue AngelaTwo months laterLife doesn’t go as expected. I’m pretty sure Natasha, Veronica, and Vera didn’t see this coming when they were scheming against me and my father.It’s been two months now since the news of Natasha’s accident hit the internet. They presumed it to be suicide just like Susan DaVinci, but I know better. It is my husband’s doing and I do not need anyone to confirm it for me.Poor Mr. DaVinci. The old man died of cardiac arrest after his daughter was found dead in a clubhouse. Arlo, Natasha’s son is with the Wilsons. They send us pictures of him, and against Xavier’s liking, I visit him once in a while; he’s my nephew after all.All the shares Xavier forced Natasha to hand over to me made me the highest shareholder, but I gave the shares which were originally meant for Natasha to her son Arlo. This conflict has to end with us, it does not have to be extended to our children and children’s children.Having a near experience with death makes you take a lot o
XavierImagine being forced to wear a Versace gown with a perfect makeup few minutes after your son was taken away from you; that’s exactly Natasha’s fate and with the way her lips tightened, I could tell she in no way like her fate. My men pulled her to the big hall, each man standing by her side. She literally had to race after them because they walked too fast, which also made her walk too fast, a painful attempt if you ask me because her nine inches heel made it pure torture.Stopping at the big door, Harden knocked and the door opened. We all stepped into the big hall where Mateo is being held.It’s okay to say that the young man has been battered beyond repair. I do doubt if any plastic surgeon can fix that face because the scars and current bruises are going to give them tough work.“Long time no see Mateo.” When was the last time I was here? I can’t even remember. Approaching the battered man, I squatted to his level. “I’ve not been a good host and I apologize for that.” Slap
XavierThe first person I visited was Natasha in a cozy cabin that have enough heat for the sake of the baby. The moment I walked into the room, I heard the cry of the baby. Lucas met me at the doorway. “Don’t you think we should hire a nanny? At least until you have to send him to Martinez?”“That won’t be necessary.” The lesser people know about this, the better it is for everybody. “If things should go well, the baby should be out of our hands soonest.” The loud cry was reduced to whimpers. “What’s up with the baby?”“I think Natasha is breastfeeding him.” Well then, I have to give the baby a little more time to finish his breakfast. “Mr. DaVinci is still in our custody, what should we do with him?”“Let him go.” He doesn’t know who kidnapped him or his daughter. All DaVinci knows is that someone sent him a picture of his daughter held in chains, he flew down to New York and was snatched right at the airport, next, he was in a room with a blindfold while Oliver recorded the whole t
XavierLucas got to the hospital before me, he called me on my way to inform me that he was already at the hospital and he inquired to know if they should wait for me before administering the antidote but I told them to carry on because the more that poison is in her, the more problem it causes for her.According to Susan, her recovery will be a gradual process. She claimed that if the antidote was administered before the poison became effective, then it would have worked asap, but for the fact that the poison has already started doing its job, it will take two to three days before she finally regains consciousness which made me question her initial plan.I vividly recall Susan telling me that if she takes the antidote tonight, she’ll be able to go home tonight and that can only mean that she lied to me.Parking the car, I raced into the hospital. Every other person became invisible to me as I ambled to her room. Right by her side, Jackie, Lucas, Seth, and Dr. Grey observed her. I gu
XavierI’ve been with Angela for six hours, holding her hand and staring at her pale face whilst wishing that I could swap places with her right now. She doesn’t have to go through this, especially because of me. I brought Susan into her life and I’m the one who Susan is obsessed with.Sighing, I massaged her fingers, careful not to disconnect the machine helping to keep her alive. Her fashion show was a disaster. Nobody or no news line talks about it without talking about the incident that happened.“I’m going to get you out of here,” I promised her. “This is not going to be how you end. I’m going to send that bitch to the afterlife and get you out of here.” Leaning down, I kissed her palm.My phone buzzed and I picked it up. A text message from Lucas to let me know that he has arrived and they are on their way to intercept his car. Pocketing the phone, I stood up, stared at my wife then reached down and kissed her lips softly. “I know you wouldn’t want me doing that, but I have to d
XavierMary was the first to enter the club, but I wasn’t daft to let her go in alone, not because I’m bothered about her safety, but because I do not trust her not to ruin this for us. For all I know, she might be playing a fast one on us or trying to alert Susan of my presence. I had to send Tom to keep an eye on her.Stomping into the clubhouse, I requested a room and they handed me keys to room number twenty. Guessing we aren’t far apart, I climbed the stairs to her room.The thin walls made it possible to hear people moaning inside the occupied rooms. Never in my life did I think I’ll grace this shit hole with my presence. It’s an error to hear different voices of people moaning at the same time.Mary met us in the hallway. “Bathi went to grab some tampons for Susan, you need to grab her and leave before he returns.”“Tampons?”She shrugged. “I had to come up with an excuse to send him away.”I’m not afraid of Bathi or whatever his name is, he can kiss my ass for all I care. Igno
****Dirty Secrets is gradually coming to an end. We have two more chapters to go ****XavierMary or whatever her name is is a variable I did not see coming. She walked in at the right time and saved me some time. Staring at her, I tried to figure out if this is just a charade. When a man is desperate just like myself, there is always a tendency for mistake; a mistake from a desperate man.The whiskey glass weighed on my hand as I tapped the edge of the glass. I stared at the woman’s eyes, not because I found her green eyes alluring but because I want to push her to the edge, I want to unnerve her, to make her give out any emotion that will prove she was up to something.“Lucas,” I called out without taking my eyes away from the young lady.He appeared in my line of vision instantly. “Yes, boss.”“Go get the men ready.” She shifted from foot to foot. “I want Susan to be brought in alive and we will do anything to make it happen, even if it means bringing that clubhouse down.”Lucas b
XavierLucas couldn’t believe the absurdity of the whole situation. Still shocked and dumbfounded, he kept passing glances at me. “I do not get this. Are you trying to tell me that she did all of this because she wants to fuck you?” He grimaced at his words. “This is just ridiculous. Does she realize that this is almost costing someone’s life?”My brain racked for a solution. “This isn’t her first time killing someone to get what she wants.” It's a pity that this will be her last. I’m sure she was very shocked by my response to her request.“I want you on my bed tonight Xavier.” She chortled at an untold joke. “Give me a lot of orgasms and in return, I’ll give you the antidote.”Unable to believe my ears, I clicked my teeth. “You’re telling me that you did this just because you want a taste of my dick.”Lucas stopped his sentence mid-way. I heard him bid goodbye to whoever he was conversing with before closing in on me to listen to my ridiculous conversation with Susan.“If you were i
XavierThat moment was surreal. One moment everybody was happily cheering my wife and the next minute, everyone rounded her with panicking faces. I rushed out of my seat and raced towards the runway where my men already formed a formidable wall around her, keeping the crowd and paparazzi away from her. They created room for me the moment I raced toward the circle.Falling on my knee, I cradled my wife’s head and patted her cheek lightly, a futile attempt to wake her up. With the show long forgotten, I got rid of my suit jacket and hers too. The next thing that came to mind was to check her pulse.With trembling fingers, I picked up her suddenly cold hands, too cold to be considered normal. Thankfully, I felt her pulse. “Angela?” I resumed tapping her cheek. “Come on baby, wake up…” Settling my ass on the floor, I balanced her well on my thighs. “Come on baby…open your eyes.” She remained unresponsive. “Open your eyes goddammit!”“The ambulance is almost here.” Lucas formed me.My pou