"No. Nooo!!!" Lorenzo roared. "Don't leave me. Please." He growled as hot tears blurred his vision, sliding down his cheek. Atkins burst into sheer laughter at seeing him wailing in anguish. "I love that brother. What a sight?" He mocked. "I never knew I'd see this day. The day I'd see you squealing in pain." Atkins was still reliving the moment when the cops graced them with their presence, immediately surrounding them. Atkins was caught in the act, his gun still in his hand. He wanted to make a run for it but it was too late. One of the officers seized the gun from him, encircling the handcuff around him.Lorenzo growled and roared as tears slipped past his lashes, trailing down his suit. He placed Lincoln's head on the concrete ground and raced towards his good-for-nothing brother, curling his fists to a ball to beat him black and blue but the detectives wouldn't let him. He fought his way through and eventually got his hands on Atkins, lifting him up his collar. Lorenzo's heart
Deucalion was told he had a visitor. He came out of his room and saw Thurlow. "Thurlow what a pleasant surprise." He said and shook hands with him. "Please sit." He said and sat down on his king-sized chair."Thank you," Thurlow said and gently sat down. The servant came and served the drinks before leaving.Deucalion poured the wine into the glasses and handed him one. "So tell me, to what do I owe this honour?" he asked."I'm here for business, Deu." "You are always about business." Deucalion said and took a sip from his cup before continuing. "How can I help you?""I'll go straight to the point then. I want you to sell one of your biggest estates to me. I have this newest construction I'm currently working on. I'll be needing the site. I'll add fifty per cent of the initial price to the payment.""Hmm... make it double," Deucalion said trying to start a negotiation. "Deal," Thurlow said without any hesitation."Wow! Seems like you just keep getting richer Thurlow. By the looks o
Fraghanan just finished making arrangements for his next election campaign. He was happy that his wife and child went on a vacation and was left alone in the entire building. He walked out of his office and entered his room. He'd planned on how to invite his mistress secretly when his gaze fell on his window. "I'm coming for you tonight." It was the exact same message.He was shocked and filled with terror as he gazed around the room. He tried to move but was momentarily paralysed as beads of perspiration dripped down his forehead. Long seconds passed before he came out from his trance-like state. His hands trembled as he brought out his handkerchief and wiped off his face to see clearly. He didn't look back as he opened the door and ran out. "I have to meet Deucalion." He mumbled and entered his car. The driver started the engine and he sped off. *******Fraghanan was allowed entrance to the gate as the driver drove in and parked the car. He climbed out and entered th
Lorenzo was on his way back from meeting one of his business associates. Ellison was in the backseat with him with her phone keeping herself updated when she saw the news. "Mr. Fraghanan one of the contestants campaigning for election was assassinated and his death still remains a mystery. The cops are doing everything they can to find his killer."Ellison sighed and shook her head. "It can't be." She mumbled and dropped her phone before turning her gaze to her boss."What's wrong, Ellison?" he asked."Sir, Mr. Fraghanan was assassinated this morning during his campaign. It's all in the social media." She said softly.Lorenzo couldn't comprehend what she was getting at. He just couldn't believe he'd lost one of his directors again. He ordered his driver to turn on the radio and the man carried out the order without delay. He was angered, confused and frustrated upon hearing the news. Something must be wrong somewhere. He thought and dialled his father's number severally but it kept go
"You don't have to apologize. It's my fault. I should have told you sooner." She said in tears, wiping her eyes as she pulled me into a hug. "Don't cry anymore, my child. I can't afford to see you in tears." She eased back, wiping my teary face."Thanks, Mum. Thanks for telling me the truth.""Are you hungry? I made lunch." She said softly.I shook my head. "I'm good. I only need some rest." I said as my eyes went round my room. I saw Miguel's cot at the extreme and knew he had already gone off to sleep. My gaze fell on the present underneath the table."What's that, Mum?" I asked, curiously."This? Your stepdad was so happy when he got promoted and decided to buy you a present. Damon believed you'd surely come back for it. And you did. I've been praying for your arrival ever since." She went and brought it out, handing it over to me. "I hope you will like it."I grabbed the package, ripping it entirely off. I gasped excitedly as I saw the purple designer handbag and a sparkling brace
9:35 Pm.Night.So, that was how it happened. It was probably the reason why he couldn't find Malton. So those three had been friends with Sophie's father all along, then how could they betray him? He thought. Sighing, he raked his fingers through his hair. He wouldn't allow anything to befall his Dad. He will protect him. It was never Webster's fault. He battled with his mind, thinking hard about whether to tell his wife what he'd just found out. In the end, he decided it was best not to.His driver parked the car and opened the door for him. He came down and walked inside his house. He went to his room and dropped the briefcase before removing his clothes. He entered the bathroom and had a warm bath, to clear his lousy thoughts. When he went to select his robe, a knock came in. He waited till he was done. "Come in."The door opened and she stepped in. "Sir, your dinner's served." Lorenzo gazed at her and pointed at the table. "Drop it there." She did as she was told with her head
..NEW YORK.Morning.I yawned and opened my eyes. I climbed out of bed and removed my nightie as I went to the bathroom. I turned on the shower as the water cascaded down my body. I turned it off when I was done and reentered the room. I heard my boy's voice calling to me. "Mama!""Miguel, Mummy's coming. Let me put on my clothes... Okay?" I said and went to my closet.I yanked out the blue gown and wore it instantly. I packed my hair into a tight bun and went to his cot. I lowered down and carried him in my arms. He was already a year old to be lying around in a crib although in my eyes he'd always remain a baby. One I watched grow. Just then, a knock came in. My mother walked in."Good morning, Mum." She smiled. "Come down, breakfast is served.""Okay. I'll be right there." She nodded before leaving.I dropped my son on his feet and held his tiny hands as we walked out the door. I climbed down the stairs and stopped at the dining table.I saw the food and drinks had already been
The secret behind the killing....Malton was agitated to see him give in so easily and angrily cocked the gun barrel to finish him off. He stopped abruptly as he heard a scream."Noo, Father. Please don't!!" I shouted.Malton's attention was thwarted as he turned to know who had that voice. Although the face wasn't familiar, he was strangely drawn to the woman. Lorenzo ran inside and stopped at the horrible sight. His father was just a step away from being sent to the afterlife. "It's me, father. I'm Sophie... Your daughter."Malton's eyes widened as he abruptly stepped back. He was suddenly having mixed emotions. His feelings were all over the place as he couldn't believe nor comprehend what was happening. "It can't be. The last time I spoke with Laura she informed me our daughter was sixteen, not this grown adult. And she stays with her mother in New York City." He said, disapprovingly."Father. Please listen to me. I'm Sophie Winterfield, your only daughter. I know you went th