Martin arrived at his house, only to be met with a devastating sight that took his breath away. The once magnificent mansion now lay in ruins, reduced to scattered debris and ashes. Smoke billowed out from corners, indicating that a fire had ravaged the house. But Martin couldn't fathom how it had come to collapse. Had it exploded? Approaching a group of firefighters working diligently at the scene, Martin inquired about the cause of this unfortunate incident. One of the men paused in his work and turned towards Martin. "Well," he began, pausing to gather his thoughts, "it appears to be a gas explosion. However, we have reason to believe that someone intentionally set fire to the house as well. The boy's quarter and the two cars that were here also caught fire, leading us to suspect the use of petrol as an accelerant." A surge of anger coursed through Martin's veins, his fist involuntarily clenching. Betrayal was one thing, but to go to such extreme lengths as to blow up his house
"Let go of me...!" Adrienne screamed as he forcefully carried her back into the house. "Please, help me escape... huh? I'll pay you anything. Please, don't let that monster touch me again," Adrienne pleaded on the floor. "Are you calling my father a monster?" he shouted indignantly. "Your father?" Adrienne was taken aback. Tears streamed down her face as she realized there was no hope. She had no idea his son was also involved. "He is a monster. He has been terrorizing me every single day, abusing me since he kidnapped me. He's a bloody monster!" Adrienne shouted as she cried. He lunged at her and delivered a painful slap across her cheeks, intensifying her tears. She couldn't contain her frustration and began screaming and screaming. "What did you do to my father?" he asked menacingly. "I killed him," Adrienne said through her tears, laughing bitterly. He squatted beside her, his anger pulsing, and slapped her again. "You bitch!" "Asshole!" She retorted defiantly. "I'll
"Hello," Martin approached Evelyn's table with a smile. "Hi," she greeted with a faint smile. "I'm Jake," Martin introduced himself, extending his hand for a handshake. "Eve," she responded curtly, opting not to shake his hand. Martin retracted his outstretched hand. The waiter arrived with Evelyn's order, and she paid using cash she had received from Michael. "So, I assume you're one of those hot, single, wealthy women in their fifties, right? Well, I happen to be hot, rich, and single myself," he said playfully, winking at her. Evelyn let out a chuckle, finding his comment amusing. "What are you getting at?" She asked. "Let's hook up. Let's get together," Martin smiled at her. "I am actually married," she replied. "But definitely not happily married. You know, at some point in a marriage, the spark fades, and the couple starts seeing each other as mere housemates. The husband seeks solace in the arms of younger women, while the wife is fully aware of his affairs but rem
Daisy's relentless barking jolted 'young master' awake from his slumber, causing him to head outside to investigate. Kneeling down next to Daisy, he attempted to calm her, his voice hoarse. "What's wrong, Daisy? Do you want to come inside?" He gently stroked her fur. But before he could process the situation further, a commanding voice pierced through the night. It was Andrew, his face concealed behind a mask, and a menacing gun pointed directly at him. "Get up. Put your hands behind your head," he ordered. Fear surged through 'young master' but he tried to hide it as he reluctantly turned to face his assailant. In that split second, Andrew's foot connected brutally with his face, resulting in a crimson stream of blood trickling from his wounded lips. Enraged, he cried out from his position on the floor. "What the hell!" "I said, hands behind your head. Do it unless you want a bullet in you, and I'm not joking," Andrew emphasized, his threat palpable. Fixating his gaze on A
Slowly, he rolled the dress up her body, his palms gliding gently over her bare skin. Her gaze quivered, overwhelmed by the sensation of his caressing touch. Sitting up, she allowed him to unclasp the dress from her neck, grateful for its sleeveless and free design that made it effortless to remove. With a graceful toss, he discarded it onto the floor, leaving her completely bare before him. "Ready?" he asked, his voice filled with tenderness and she simply nodded in response. In one fluid motion, he swept her into his arms, effortlessly lifting her weight as if she were weightless. She instinctively wrapped her hands around his neck, finding comfort and security in his touch. Together, they entered the bathroom, where a warm bath awaited them in the inviting bathtub. With utmost care, he lowered her into the soothing waters, watching as she sank deeper, a blissful sigh escaping her lips. Kneeling by the tub, he watched her and his eyes were filled with adoration. A gentle smile
Two days had passed since Adrienne and Martin had last spoken to each other at the helipad ground. Although they weren't exactly avoiding each other, Martin seemed reluctant to engage in conversation. However, their daily routine still brought them face-to-face, with Martin faithfully attending to Adrienne's needs. Adrienne made an attempt to break the tension by speaking to Martin once, but he dismissed her, expressing that he didn't want to talk. This only deepened the rift between them, leaving nothing but palpable tension lingering in the air. Adrienne wanted to talk with Martin, but his constant avoidance left her with no choice but to find solace elsewhere. Adrienne spent the last few days exploring the spacious house, indulging in her daily exercises, and even immersing herself in television shows within the confines of her room. She enlisted the help of the housekeeper responsible for tidying her space, who set up the television for her. Whenever boredom struck, she
It had been days since Martin and Adrienne had exchanged a word. Martin had retreated to the solitude of his study, while Adrienne had secluded herself in her room, indulging in binge-watching her favorite TV shows.One evening, after completing her usual routine of showering and eating dinner, Adrienne felt an unexpected urge to venture outside. Looking around, she noticed the darkness setting in, and with no one in sight, she decided to make her way outdoors.Adrienne couldn't shake off a hint of trepidation as she stepped beyond the gate. The absence of the security personnel intrigued her, though she still moved as silently as possible. Gradually, she opened the smaller gate, avoiding its creaking hinges, and stepped into the night.It was her first time venturing beyond the mansion's confines, and as she walked down the road, she couldn't deny a sense of apprehension. Wearing a simple dress and comfortable flats, she repeated to herself, "I'm not running away; I'm just going for
Adrienne's breath hitched as Martin's words sent shivers down her spine. Her heart raced, her cheeks flushed with anticipation. She could feel the intensity of his gaze, the weight of his desire, and it took her breath away."I'm sure he did better," Adrienne playfully teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Martin smirked, accepting her challenge.He leaned closer and kissed her forehead, tenderly caressing her cheek with his thumb. "Just the forehead?" Adrienne said, her voice tinged with a hint of pretend dismay. Martin chuckled, his laugh like music to her ears.Martin leaned in once more, his lips lingering inches away from hers. The air between them crackled with electricity, as if the world held its breath, waiting for their souls to intertwine.Adrienne managed to find her voice, barely a whisper, as she replied to his touch, "Richard could never touch me like this."Martin's eyes sparkled with a mixture of triumph and adoration. Slowly, he closed the distance, their lips fi
"Lincoln is dead."Adrienne was shocked."He is dead? Just like that? Why? How?" She asked.Richard was silent, and when she looked into his eyes, she saw the answers to her questions."You are responsible for this? You had him killed?""I'm sorry. I had to do it for Juliette. I know I should have told you, but I didn't want to," Richard said.Adrienne was speechless. She closed her eyes, trying to piece together exactly how she felt about the situation."I should give you some time to yourself." He wanted to leave, but Adrienne pushed him back, making him lie on the bed.She climbed over him and grabbed his chin."Why should I be mad at you? He deserved to die," Adrienne said softly, lowering her head to kiss him.Richard was so relieved, and he kissed her back passionately.She moved her lips to his jaw, his neck, and his chest and traced a path down to his waistline.She gazed at him with a sultry look in her eyes as she slipped her hands into his pants and set his excited member f
"Prison? What the hell?" Adrienne's voice quivered."Juliette gave that document to the police. She wanted to hurt me after I refused to take her side. The document had evidence of my illegal arms deals," Richard said."Arms deals? That's how you got wealthy, right?" Adrienne asked and Richard nodded."The Chief offered me a deal. He said he would give me the video Rosa sent to the police if I let him arrest me as a 'big criminal' to boost his promotion chances," Richard explained."What? No, that's a terrible deal! That's like trading a bread factory for a loaf of bread. You didn't agree to that, did you?" Adrienne said."Of course not. Rosa's video was useless to us. But I thought about it. I would get caught sooner or later if someone found out, or one of my partners got busted, or someone dug into my past. I know the Chief, so he's being easy on me. He could end our 'relationship' and arrest me with what he has. Luckily, that's not the case. If or when he gets promoted, there
"Boss? He hasn't called himself that in a while," Adrienne thought, smiling shyly.She sniffed the roses and they smelled lovely. She hoped there was a note inside, but there wasn't.She remembered the last time he sent her flowers with a note. It was months ago and the note only had 'I' on it."Where did I put it?" She wondered, searching her drawers. She finally found the note and looked at it for a few seconds."He never finished this sentence," Adrienne said.She set it aside and put on the dress.The dress was black with a strap and a sweetheart neckline and a ruched bust. It had mesh inserts at the waist with vertical lines and draped fabric that wrapped around the midsection. The slit on one side was indeed dangerously high."I am sure he can survive a little skin," Adrienne thought as she admired the dress.Wait. Where are we meeting? Adrienne wondered.She read the note again and he didn't say where they were meeting, he just said 'wear this tonight'.Does he want to meet at
"Hello, Adrienne," he said.She spun around and saw Ryan. Her eyes widened in shock."You're the witness? You're testifying against me?" she exclaimed."What witness? I'm here to watch the trial. What are you talking about?" he asked, puzzled.She snorted and turned away. "Whatever," she muttered, crossing her arms.He sat behind her, still taken aback by her coldness.The door opened again, and this time, the footsteps were that of a stiletto. It was a woman.Everyone turned to see who it was, and it was Annabelle.Adrienne scoffed. "She didn't tell me she was coming to Nigeria for the trial."As Annabelle got closer, Adrienne waved at her, but Annabelle ignored her and went straight to the witness stand.Adrienne's jaw dropped. Annabelle was the witness? After everything she had done for her?She glared at her as she swore the oath."You're in for a rude awakening," Annabelle whispered as she sat down.Adrienne felt her heart pounding, her forehead sweating, and her throat tighten
Adrienne felt a surge of anxiety as she entered the courtroom with Richard by her side. The day was finally here; Linc's trial.She glanced at the defendants' table, where Lincoln sat with his lawyer. He looked smug and confident, as if he had nothing to worry about. He met her gaze and smirked, making her shiver. It brought back memories of the nights she was locked up in that old farmhouse.She squeezed Richard's hand, grateful for his support. He had been her rock throughout this ordeal, always there to comfort her, protect her, and encourage her.The judge entered the room and everyone stood up. The trial began, and Adrienne listened as her lawyer presented the charges and the evidence against Lincoln. She felt a surge of hope as she saw the jury's expressions of shock and disgust. She hoped that they would see Lincoln for what he was: a monster who deserved to rot in jail.Then it was Lincoln's lawyer's turn to speak. He stood up and cleared his throat, looking at the jury with
Linc's body was thrown out of the car and onto the sidewalk as the car speedily drove off. He groaned in pain on the floor. A concerned stranger rushed to Linc's side to help him up, but Linc aggressively pushed the man away. This made other passersby ignore Linc and cross to the other side of the road. Despite the pain, he managed to stand up on his feet, his whole body hurting. As he looked around, trying to decipher his exact location, his eyes spotted a police station, and a smirk etched onto his face."They think they can get away with treating me like this," Linc said maliciously as he limped to the police station. Richard had given him a really bad beating, and he couldn't even walk properly. Every breath Linc took hurt him in his chest because of the impact of Richard's punches. "Darn you, Richard!" Linc cursed.As he entered the station, he collapsed onto the floor, putting on a show. "Help me, please. Help me. I was kidnapped by the Oh so famous Adrienne Davison and her
She hesitantly opened the files, and a flood of videos and photos appeared on the screen."That's a lot," Richard observed.Adrienne clicked on the first video, which showed Linc and Juliette having sex."Huh? Why would she send me this? I thought she promised something life-changing?" Adrienne rolled her eyes in frustration and flung her phone aside."You've been quick to lose patience over small things lately. Could it be the pregnancy hormones?" Richard inquired, concern lacing his voice."Ugh!" Adrienne exhaled in annoyance.Sensing her irritation, Richard extended his hand to soothe her by gently patting her back."Why don't we take our time and carefully review everything on the card?" he suggested."Okay. I'm sorry for snapping," she said with a soft, apologetic tone."That's better," Richard said, smoothing her hair affectionately."Come here," he gestured.Richard picked up the discarded phone, settled back on the bed, and Adrienne snuggled up to him, resting her head on his
Adrienne and Richard kissed passionately while Adrienne gently rode Richard on the bed. It was a slow and intimate dance as Richard’s hands caressed and worshipped her curves.He had arrived at the hotel and their brief conversation turned into a passionate encounter. After their lovemaking, Adrienne laid her forehead on Richard's."That was beautiful," he said, softly caressing her left cheek with his thumb.He then gripped her waist firmly and quickly flipped her over, hovering above her now. He looked at her deeply, still enjoying the afterglow of their passion."Why did you do that? I didn't want you to come out of me yet. I'm feeling hollow now. Empty!" Adrienne whined playfully, feigning annoyance.Richard chuckled. "Come on. We need to shower, and we have to be careful. I don't want to accidentally bump into Amelia. Look how quickly she's growing inside you," he said, rubbing Adrienne's belly."It's Ethan, and I wasn't even moving, so there's no way you could have hit him," Ad
Adrienne had cried herself to sleep and woke up in the evening. She checked her phone and saw tons of missed calls and messages from Richard."Why didn't you say anything?""Are you okay? Did something happen?""Please call me."Those were some of the texts from Richard. She didn't know what to say or how to explain her feelings and instead of replying to his texts or calling him back, she texted Lisa. She made a list of things she needed Lisa to bring and sent it along with the address.Then, Adrienne washed her face, went downstairs, and got into her car.***"What's going on? What are we doing here?" Lisa asked Adrienne as she followed her, carrying two big bags in her hands.Adrienne ignored her and walked quickly towards the entrance of the building. It was a large, white mansion with a sign that read "Joygood Memorial Park". Lisa had a bad feeling about this place. It was a private cemetery for the rich and powerful, where they buried their secrets and scandals, not just the