My peace was that she was safe, somewhere far away from a man who would kill her to gain it all. Since her departure, Gerald and I kept at arms length because I confronted him and blamed him for her departure. The day she went missing, he called me and informed me about it. “This is the second time she has gone missing now!! What the heck is wrong with that woman”, he blasted on the phone. I played along till it was over a week. When he had done and searched all through the city, I slammed him face to face. I had walked in several times when he would hit and abuse her but just once had I defended her. Since I confronted Gerald, he had been very careful with me. He knew we were different and his fear increased because just a press conference from his blood brother was enough to stir a scandal and with the evidence at my disposal, he feared that I would overthrow him. But was that even my mission?. Despite our differences and Mira’s disappearance which I aided
Gerald has always had authority in his words, he didn’t have to yell to pass a threat or a warning. It was too early and my gun was inside the car and another spare pistol I barely used was locked up in the office. The only thing I had in me for defense was a mini stabbing knife inside my boots. It would raise suspicion if I tried to get it out. Without another word, I opened the door in seconds. I waited till my brother walked in before I did. I went straight to my seat and used my thumbprint to open my drawer silently. I brought out my gun and carefully placed it where I could access it easily without his knowledge. Gerald is more deadly than he appears. He is ruthless, merciless and can ride or crush anymore at will. “It’s been a year brother. Come on!! You are acting like a pussy” he teased. I didn’t find any of his jokes funny. In Fact all I wanted was for him to talk and get the hell out. “What in holy heck do you want?” I asked coldly. Gerald raised a brow an
Gerald sounded like he was love struck. I refused to believe what I was seeing. Was this an act to probably win me over?. Rubby raised up her head and looked at me with a weak smile. She waved her hand slightly and left us alone. She walked carefully in her pink dress and makeup till she settled in a shade. She served herself lemonade and sat there staring at us from a distance. “Harry”, I was caught unaware by Gerald’s strange hug. For the first two seconds I seem lost. For all maturity, I gently tapped his back. “You look taller in shorts,” Gerald laughed. All I could do was smirk. He led the way and I walked behind him. He gently placed the golf ball and had the first hit. “Harrison, when we were kids, did you know that dad always told me to be gentle with you?”, he asked, moving towards the direction the ball had landed. “Hmm. Why?” I replied nonchalantly. I wasn’t ready to be involved in any conversation that was about my greedy father and his photocopy so
I left the mansion by 5pm and I kept wondering why I spent so much time there. Before I left, Gerald had called his managers and other staff to get all I needed ready. I left the mansion with all the documents and it was going to be a very busy week for me. There was something about me that was always eager to take up challenges. The entire weekend was work, work for me. Before I slept for five hours, I was already on Monday. I lazily got out of bed and made coffee. In no less than an hour, I was ready to head to the chambers. I got to the office and realized I had left Gerald’s gun in my briefcase all weekend. I had forgotten to take it over when I visited. I settled in and started my day. The beep from my phone got my attention. It was almost invisible, I had more than 200 new notifications and I almost didn’t notice. Many were from new clients who wanted me to take up their case. The news of my recent victory had spread like wildfire. The
Mira’s POV. I could barely think straight. It was not easy to tame the uneasiness and butterflies I had. I had changed my outfits four times in fifteen minutes. Was it a first date fever or something?. Harry had asked us to go night driving together the day before. I agreed because I knew that was one of his favorite things to do. Gerald always joked about it with him whenever he stops by at 12am to steal a bottle from the mansion. It was at that time I sometimes finished my chores and got ready to sleep. We agreed he was to pick me up at 9pm and get me back home at 12am. It was the first time ever I was going to be driving with him. I finally settled for a Jean trouser and a matching jacket. I wore a pair of sandals and packed my hair into a pony. I sat in the sitting room as I ticked along with the clock. We haven’t been on the best of terms for the past few days and it seemed like he was forcing himself to talk or reply to my chats. I couldn’t have anyone to b
We spent hours chatting and holding hands till it was past 11pm. He adjusted our seats and gently let go of my hand. The roof closed and he started the engine. “Let’s drop you home, beauty. You look like you could fall asleep anytime soon”. He wasn’t wrong, I was getting too comfortable and I was ready to lunch. As we drove back, the car became unusually quiet. I kept looking outside the window and he concentrated fully on the road. “What’s your Sunday like? Do you attend church?”. At the mention of church, I felt guilty. “No. I will be cleaning and making pasta. Do you want to come over?”. How I gave him an invite was what I could not fantasize about. It flew out of my mouth. “Sure. I will be honored miss. I am visiting the library tomorrow morning. Towards midday or evening would be fine”. I loved his sense of organization and it was a turn on. My mother and her family are prestigious members of the church. I grew up walking behind them every Sunday
The cold breeze I felt as soon as I stepped out of the plane reminded me of the rainy night I escaped from Free city two years ago. It was the most unforgettable night of my life. After a few steps, I felt very uncomfortable in my stomach. It was exactly how I felt when I fled this city. It was the feeling of doubt and fear for a change. The cold weather gave me goosebumps as I battled with my heavy luggages. It wasn’t just the luggages that felt heavy, my heart was heavy and filled with revenge. I pushed through with my burdens and luggages from the plane area to the terminal area where I bumped into something hard. ‘Oh my goodness’ I hissed as I tried to pile up my scattered bags back up on the carrier. “I am so sorry ma’am, I wasn’t looking”. Everything in the city remained the same. Nothing had changed. The busy terminals, the cold weather and a familiar voice that is always following me around. I needed no second guesses, I could recognize this voice anytime, anywhe
The first person on my list was no other person than Gerald, my husband. He was the main reason I fled the city in the blasting weather. I closed my eyes and the memories of that night played back in my mind like I was in a cinema but the difference was that I was watching my life on a screen. It was on a Tuesday morning and I had just finished scrubbing Gerald's bathroom floor when he walked in with his mistress. He tapped her ass and she giggled in response. I looked away and quickly made steps to walk out when he called me. “Mira”. My heartbeat was loud enough for the whole world to hear. I was scared for my life. His voice was terrifying for me,it was my biggest nightmare. “When is this?” He asked, softly. I slowly turned around and my eyes started getting ready for tears. His soft tone was only a sham, he was nothing like that. He moved away from his mistress and bent down to pick a strip. As he raised it up, my whole body trembled. “Are you dead?” He asked, gently