Andre and Aziel rush to court early the next morning to find out in which detention center Danner is held. When they received that information, they go straight to Brooklyn, where they are received by the prison warden. He is a polite short man, close to retirement with a potbelly. “Gentlemen, my name is Hen Wansgrid. What can I do for you? I understand you are looking for a distinguished guest who has stayed here for many years?”. With a wave of his hand, he invites the men to take a seat on the chairs in front of his desk. He himself presses his body laboriously on the comfortable leather office chair.“Yes, Danner Winfield. We want to know if he's still staying here. We're linking him to the disappearance of my wife, Loraine Windrug. He was also engaged to her for some time," says Aziel. The prison director looks up at this. “Have you informed the judiciary of your suspicions? The man was very quiet here, but he was supplied with a lot of expens
When they arrive at the head nurse's address, they park in a driveway of an abandoned house. They observe the surroundings, it is a lower- middle- income neighborhood. A little below her social standing for a head nurse. The woman's house is currently being renovated and there is a brand-new car in the driveway. And then they see three children running out of the yard towards a commission shop. It’s clear that they just got some money to buy sweets.They remain in their vehicle for a while, until one of the workmen leaves the place on a scooter.They decide to follow the man. And luckily after a few corners, the man stops at a small shop. Aziel gets out to meet the man inside the store. “Sir, can I have a word with you, please? I really have no bad intentions," he assures the man. The worker stops in his tracks, takes in Aziel's appearance and nods. “What did you want to ask me?”.Aziel holds out a hundred dollar bill to him
Andre can't sleep all night. He twists and turns in the bed, thinking he's meeting the crush of his life in a few hours. Far too early he stands fully clothed in front of the mirror, it's a new suit he brought from Barbados that he knows will look great on him.After taking a final look at himself, he grabs his car keys and phone and makes his way to the garage. When he has taken a seat behind the wheel, he hears his phone informing him that he has a new notification. But he doesn't feel like it now, he drives directly to Aziel's house.As he steps in, he is greeted by a sleepy Aziel sitting at the breakfast table with a cup of hot coffee. “Man, didn't you sleep at home? We don't have to be at the district court for three hours. What is the rush?!” he teases his friend. Andre also pours himself a coffee and sits down opposite Aziel. “I'm in love”, he drops his secret. Aziel is wide awake now and stares at the man in amazement. “Sur
After everyone is in the courtroom, the judge arrives.When the bailiff briefly announces the case, she presses her lips together. She expresses her need to hear today, the motive of the two henchmen as to why they assisted Clairy. First, Dale takes a seat on the witness bench. From the questions asked, he confesses that he knows Aziel, having first met him in Saint Lucia. He turned out to be the boyfriend of a lady he had coveted one night. Later met him in Barbados again in the company of his boyfriend, with whom he had a dispute at the time that he wanted to settle. He suspected that Aziel had a relationship with that boyfriend and that he was the reason the guy no longer wanted to see anything from him. But a few months ago, he met Aziel again with this same boyfriend and a boy. He became furious because he assumed the boy was his since he called that boyfriend Daddy. That was proof to him that the man was also bisexual, something he had accused him of so many tim
It's a silence in the courtroom that nobody notices.Everyone in the courtroom is lost in their own thoughts, analyzing how this case should end for the three suspects. It started with one arrest that has since grown to three, one of which is a public figure.Elena Fellogan!All cell phones in New York receive multiple notifications from news channels broadcasting the arrest of the distinguished Elena Fellogan, wife of media magnate Dordrich Fellogan. The media is fighting for the scoop, nobody knows exactly how this event reached them from the courtroom. Photographers are directed to the courthouse with the highest financial bid for a spicy photo of Elena in expensive clothes and stilettos in handcuffs. Although under reserve, the Fellogan Holding also reports the arrest in relation to the rape case of Aziel Renegade, the fiancée of Loraine Windrug who had an extramarital affair with Elena's husband five years ago.Only the tenor of the reporting di
As soon as the session is closed, Damian walks towards Aziel with big strides.“Man, why didn't you call me? You know that I'm your best friend and you can always count on me. This is really fucked up!”. Damian emotionally takes his friend in a bone-cracking hug. “I learned this morning what happened. Due to the busy work and private life, I did not follow the media for several weeks until my secretary drew my attention to the online reports of the lawsuit today."Damian can't imagine that Aziel hasn't involved him with everything that's happened to him over the past few months. He knows about the engagement to Loraine but was shocked when he just heard that she had a miscarriage and was also kidnapped. Knowing how crazy Aziel is of Loraine, he knew his friend must be in pretty bad shape mentally.Aziel is really grateful to see his old friend. He has to clear his throat several times to answer him. “Damian. You have so much
Andre turns the car to the gate.Two heavily armed men approach him with an umbrella in their hands. It’s been raining for several hours, the wind is blowing hard and the sky is starting to cloud over. Andre lowers the car window when the men are at the car. "Good afternoon. What is your destination and do you have an invitation?” asks one with a kindness that doesn't reach his eyes.“My name is Andre Lacoste and I am visiting Mr. Kenjal Griffith. I'm invited," he says. The other man walks past the car and when he returns, he nods to his colleague. “You know where to be? It's the last house along the canal," he explains. Andre nods and pulls the car up. Slowly he drives up the avenue, looking out at the ultimate luxury in front of him. Never before has he seen such perfect architecture on a few acres. Not that he is poor. His Yacht Club is very lucrative and his shares in manufacturing companies and the hospitality industry have labeled
It has become a night full of passion and love.The men express their love for each other in word and deed. In the morning hours, they finally fall asleep exhausted, Andre clutched in Kenjal's arms. Before he dreams away, Andre realizes he has never been happier and will do anything to successfully maintain this relationship. Kenjal is the man he has been looking forward to for a long time, he has no intention of letting him go in the near future.It is close to noon when Andre wakes up from a wonderfully relaxing sleep. First, he has to orient himself where the wonderful heat comes from, he is no longer used to someone in his bed. Then the entire episode from last night comes to his mind and he becomes aware of the sore feeling from behind. Slowly he raises his head and looks at the most beautiful face that God has created lying next to him.With eyes full of love, he gazes at the sleeping man, his thoughts turn to the hungry way in which Kenjal has claimed him
Finally!Mrs. Loraine Aziel Renegade. Nice to meet you all out there.Aziel has just sworn his undying love for me in front of a hundred-strong crowd here in the Protestant congregation. Before the God we serve, he promised to always be there for me in good and bad times, share all my sorrows and joys, and never again hide his struggles from me.Yes, we've had a rough time.We both went through a deep hell, but God had mercy on us, we are resurrected and have overcome. And today we start a new episode in life. I’m Mrs. Renegade, the title I aspired to, dreamed of for a long time. And today it has all become a reality. I am the lawful wife of that wonderful, gorgeous man I saw standing by the pulpit waiting for me, who pulled me tenderly by the hand beside him. I love him, have told him so many times. There's only one secret left to share with him, and I'll do it tonight.We are now walking into our reception, Kaylah has organize
When we are inside the room, we indeed see Aziel lying on the bed. It's like he hasn't bathed or shaved in days. He lies there snoring like a sailor.Damian grabs him by the shoulders. “Aziel, Oooh My God! No, man, no!” he exclaims. He gently shakes Aziel until he opens one eye. He looks at Damian blankly and closes his eyes again. “Aziel, we're here, you can't sleep any longer, wake up!” Damian insists. And another eye opens. A hand goes up slowly. “Damian? Aren't you a dream?” he asks hoarsely.I quickly get a glass of water and give it to Damian. He puts it against Aziel's lips. “Drink something, it will make your throat feel less coarse”, he encourages the obviously absent-minded Aziel. There's a sip and another. I go to the other side of the bed and help Aziel sit up straight. “What have you done to yourself? Why didn't you come to me like you always do, Aziel? Running away from problems doesn't solve t
Fellogan's Rolls Royce now comes into view. Little can be recognized of the expensive car, it is a total wreck. Obviously, he flew into the guardrail lost control of the wheel. The paramedics are quick to respond, as is the fire brigade. Because emergency workers are running to the spot, there is little to see of the accident for a few seconds on tv. Until the journalist on-site announces that they have managed to get Fellogan out of the vehicle and he is still alive.“Yes, the assholes in this world have seven lives,” Archer curses. We see Fellogan being transported to the helicopter on a stretcher. His face is bloodied, his head is supported with a clamp. It's clear he's in a lot of pain, but he's holding his ground.We drive on. "Let's hope this doesn't become another obstacle in our friends' relationship," Damian sighs. “Those setbacks always follow each other. What the two need is peace, in their relationship, in their life.”
“Man, this is bad. How did we lose sight of them? This was inevitable, Aziel simply succumbed”, Damian sighs. “We should have been alert when they arrived. Ever since the funeral, we should have forced him into therapy.”We look at each other with guilt.“These two clearly belong together. And that Fellogan also pulled some tricks, which certainly didn't work well on their relationship. Why do I feel like that idiot did it all on purpose?” Archer grinned. “I never liked him. A cheater can never have high morale.”We're going at high speed, the speed cameras have already caught us a few times. But that's for later concern. Virginia is our target and we want to get there as soon as possible. “Archer, turn on the television. I want to see what the media has made of Loraine's case," I ask him. He zips some channels until we do see breaking news. The reporter tries to get the medical staff to talk an
What follows is total chaos.Somehow the press learned that Loraine would be transported by ambulance and amassed outside the house within minutes. Fortunately, her garage is covered, allowing the ambulance to be ushered in and cut off from the outside world. This way we can protect her privacy as much as possible.Meanwhile, Damian and Kenjal have arrived.Kaylah and I ride in the ambulance with Loraine while the others follow with their own transport. The paparazzi follow behind us, it's a madhouse. “Kaylah, would we rather not have transported her per helicopter services? This is crazy!” I ask distraught. The paramedics gave Loraine first aid and placed her under anesthesia. She's pretty weak, she's been on the bed for days, the nurse said. I hit myself on the forehead, why didn't I act sooner? I never thought Aziel would leave, I thought he had the situation firmly in hand. Not so.“We'll handle this, don’t worry.
Andre's POVBoth Loraine and Aziel are out of reach.Their phones are off, they haven't been seen in the workplace for days. Lorrich also asks about his parents, I can't give him an appropriate answer why they haven't called him these days.This is a bizarre situation. In any case, they would have told me if they were leaving the country, even if it was on a business trip. Nor have this couple ever neglected Lorrich, even now that he lives with me. Since we arrived in New York, the two have been struggling with serious relationship issues, and Loraine got her memory back. Attempts by me to mediate failed hopelessly, Aziel could not vent his heart towards me. And as it turns out, not with Loraine either. This won't end well, I can feel it coming at my toes.I have avoided alarming our other friends about what’s happening these days. I know how emotional Kaylah reacts to everything Loraine regards, Rick and Kenjal are Aziel's buddies. No
I have been very restless all day.Yes, I am sexually frustrated, Aziel has been sleeping next to me for days without touching me. But that's not my biggest problem.Aziel is not only physically inaccessible to me but also mentally. He shuts me out completely, when I want to lean against his chest as usual, he turns away from me, when I reach out my hand to touch him, he keeps himself out of my reach.Mentally I'm broken too. What is certain is that we cannot continue like this, we have to solve tense between us ourselves. We can't live without each other, breaking up is not the answer to our problems.Dordrich is to blame, I swear!Very finely, he set up the plan to separate Aziel and me. It already started right at my return at the airport by completely ignoring Aziel. He clearly had a hand in the screenplay set up there. And the news items where I'm in his company are broadcast longer and more often from an angle where we seem to b
Aziel's POVI meant what I said that night.The debacle of my children, the rape, the kidnapping of Loraine and everything that happened after that could have been prevented if I had been more alert. It's all my fault, period!And that Fellogan keeps peddling it in the press, he’s on a mission. I hardly dared to look Loraine in the eye for the past few weeks at home. She noticed the change in me, I see that she suffers a lot. Late at night I even hear her crying next to me in bed.After my confession, everything in the house has changed.Even Lorrich sensed it, he was having a hard time dealing with the changed atmosphere. Andre has come a few times to persuade me to discuss what is troubling me. But I'm not ready to talk about it yet, I have to come to terms with myself first.I feel Loraine's pain, but there's nothing I can do to ease it now. She's mentally too far away from me. We hardly communicate, just sitting at th
The memories return in full force when Loraine enters the house with Lorrich on her arm. She quickly falls on the couch and holds her head. The last days leading up to her amnesia, the stress of Aziel's lawsuit, distraught watching Aziel suffer from the attacks from the media, everything resurfaces.Also, the day she was lured from the hospital by the head nurse and Danner who was waiting for her in the parking lot. “Mommy, what is it?” Lorrich asks concerned when he sees her pained face. She looks at her son, she knows he is too young to understand the evil ways of adults. Aziel, who has just entered, sees Loraine's gray face. "Angel, are you feeling well? You look terrible" he asks concerned. She beckons him to sit next to her and buries her head in his chest. “Everything is back. I have my memory back, my head is pounding", she whispers.A stabbing headache begins to set in, she massages her temples in the hope that it will pass. Quickly, A