Kristen and Mr. King were secretly glaring at each. Cherry noticed but turned blind eye to it. Mrs. King was unaware of the glaring competition going on at the breakfast table. Kristen was altering a plan in her head on how to get rid of her tape while Mr. King was planning on how he would make Kristen succumb to him. One thing he failed to realize is that Kristen will beat him front and back if she is set to do so or even though he knows, he doesn't want to acknowledge it. "Just getting my hands on that tape, Stephen King, your name will be written in tears"Kristen thought with a knowing smile. "See her smile, she thinks she has the upper hand"Stephen king scoffed in his mind. "I can't wait for your my dear half-sister to go down so that I can have all that you have had all your life"Cherry whispered to herself. She already has her eyes fixed on Kristen who seems not to mind, rather, Kristen resorts to giving her a long last smirk. "Revenge is sweet when it is served
Kristen walked into the house carrying a fancy bag and her handbag in the same hand. The house was deserted except for the maids that had one thing or another to do. She ignored their presence and continued to walk but stopped a moment later, "come here" Kristen's voice drew the maids' attention and they all looked up almost immediately.The maid who was named Annabelle came and stood in front of Kristen with her head bowed"Is there anything, Miss Chase?"Annabelle asked nervously."Yeah, just a few things"Kristen said with her usual cheerful voice that Annabelle loved so much while staring at Anna. Annabelle has been here longer than any maid and because of that, she watched Kristen growing up and from all indications, she was happy that Kristen has come back after five years. She wasn't here when Kristen returned yesterday and no one told her that the young miss is around until now. It doesn't matter anyway as far as she is concerned. The maid's uniform made her look young or eve
Mr King had a lot of things hidden in different safes in his room. A lot of secrets he is hiding which has prompted him to have CCTV cameras around his personal room. He had wanted it all over the house but Mrs King never allowed it. She felt it was not necessary so she never agreed to it and again, it would look like she is being watched always by her cunning husband. Standing in the middle of the room, Kristen cringed. Mr King's room looked like some sort of shrine, something you can see in west Africa. She wondered if her mother ever made it to this room. It was not just the safe she needed to get access to, but the room as well. Earlier when she had decided to get the tape from her stepfather, she had watched him from a corner enter his room's secret code. The code was strange as the man himself but Kristen never bothered about it. The only business she has now is to match the spare key she has in her to any of the safe, if one is opened the rest is opened but she believed
Kristen seated in the big living room, waiting impatiently for her mom to walk in. The tapping of her feet on the floor could show how impatient she is. The Tv was on and a live show was going on yet her mind was far away. She was dressed up and looked like she would be leaving any moment from now, only that she has to wait for her mother who would be coming in as soon as possible because she just drove in. Annabelle was nowhere to be found, only the other maids stood by, waiting for any order at all from the young miss. Mr King walked in but to the disappointment of Kristen. It was written on her face but she masked it immediately, that did not mean that Mr King did not see it. "My beloved daughter is unhappy to see me, what happened?" Kristen rolled her eyes at his comment and pretended not to be moved by it. She is tired of his unreserved comments. It became noise to her ears a long time ago, the reason she has to listen to him has been destroyed and now, no matter what he say
For what seemed like an eternity, no one said a thing and when Mrs King could not endure the silence anymore, she broke the heavy silence. "So when are you coming home again?"Kristen smiled at her mother," I will be home again very soon. I should get going now"Kristen said standing up. "No my dear, wait for a little, let me get something for you"Kristen sat back and watched her mother leave the room. Cherry stood up wordlessly and left too, leaving just Mr King and Kristen. Kristen closed her eyes and rested her head back on the couch. She could feel eyes on her with her eyes closed and she knows who owns those eyes. "You can keep staring, it's your eyes not mine" She whispered to herself, although she directed the statement to Mr King. Mr King did hear what she said and charged at her but because her eyes were closed, she did not see the impending danger. Kristen flinched and flicked her eyes the moment she felt the hard grip on her arms. Her eyes met with the b
"I wonder sometimes if she isn't a witch. What on earth will make her dump her own car for another?"Cherry mumbled closing the blinds. She turned and watched her father deep in thought. He was pacing around with his hands behind his back. He suddenly stopped and looked up at her."I bet you, she is." He remarked and started pacing again. For the record, her plan has been jeopardized because the Chase princess has taken another car instead of hers. Today could have been the end of Kristen's life but her instincts saved her. "Well, let's see how far she can go. She might be lucky today but next time, she wouldn't. We will let her be for now for her to think she has won. When we strike, she would not see it coming. Let's lie low for now"Stephen said and patted the daughter on the back then left her room. Cherry hissed and kicked the air, she had planned how she will celebrate the news of her half-sister's death but not anymore. She has to endure the fact that Kristen will b
"I can't remember asking you to follow me in," Kristen said from the living room. Noami ignored the statement and walked around the dining room before walking into the living room. All of Kristen's luggage was dumped on the floor. One of her heels was at the living room entrance while the other was just an inch away from the couch Kristen lay on. Her handbag was resting on her belly while she clutched her phone in between her fingers. She needed her peace but she wouldn't be getting it anytime soon. "Well, I do know that you want to know who came looking for you"Noami responded and sat down. Her eyes scanned the living room and finally rested on Kristen who had her eyes closed and was snoring softly. Noami looked at Kristen curiously, wondering if she fell asleep while she was yet to tell her what she wants to know. "It's uncultured for a lady to leave her guest unattended"Noami said, with the hope of knowing Kristen's state of consciousness. When Kristen did not move o
"It seems the guy's name is sending a chill down my spine. Who is he?"Kristen mumbled and stood up."I am going to my room. Just drop his name on the table or better still take it with you, when I am ready to hear it, I will let you know" She was walking off as soon as those words left her mouth. Noami watched her leave, she couldn't even say anything because she was dumbfounded. It's only her neighbor who can behave strangely."His name is Lucian."Kristen halted and spun around, she was about to leave the dining room entrance when Noami suddenly said the guy's name. Noami didn't know she already said the name. The words just came out before she knows and it could be why Kristen did not sneeze because it came unexpectedly or so she thought. "Huh?"Was just the word that came out of her mouth. The Lucian Noami is talking about can only be the one she has met twice. "What does he want? What was he doing here and how did he know I live here?"Those three questions kept repe