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“What are you going to do to us? This is illegal!” Miriam Hopper screamed at no one in particular. She and her accomplices were placed in a dark solitary room. It had no windows for proper ventilation and it smelled like something had died in there. "Why did they bring us here, Mom?" Maya asked with fear laced in her voice. "W-what is going on? Are they going to torture us?" Doctor Jonas Brown's voice resonated in the dark room. "I think so. We messed with Henry Ford after all. Rumours say he's ruthless to those who offend him," Jennifer answered. "Mom, I told you it was a bad idea-" "Shut up, bitch! She's not your mother!" Maya hissed. She had learned that Jennifer was her half-sister but she didn't want to accept her. Miriam didn't react. There was no point in making them like each other if they would spend years in prison anyway. Jennifer's heart clenched when Miriam kept quiet. Even though she knew her mother never loved her, she expected her to acknowledge her. Howeve
~FLASHBACK TO FOUR DAYS AGO~ It was time for Roxanne to feed the baby that was admitted to the pediatric intensive care unit at the Ford Hospital. She entered the ward, holding the cup that had the milk she had just expressed. Her heart clenched as she approached baby Clara's crib. The constant hum from the machines and occasional beeps from the monitors that were observing the baby's pulse rate and oxygen saturation levels sounded deafening to Roxanne's ears. Roxanne took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart down before taking a good look at her daughter. Her stomach churned violently. Clara's condition was worrying. Her skin appeared to be pale and dry. The ventilator she was put on made a rhythmic sound, blending with the electronic sounds of the monitors. Each beep sent a pang of pain to Roxanne's heart. She could see green veins through her baby's pale skin. Clara's little chest rose and fell but it seemed like the movement was forced. "I'm so sorry, baby,"
A week passed. In the damp solitary cell... The lights were out and the area felt stuffed. There was little to no air, making those locked up in there twist and turn in distress. It was the worst experience one could ever go through. It had been a week since they had eaten any food. After three days of being in the isolation cell, when they thought they would die from dehydration, they were given water just to keep them alive. A few days in that small cell felt like a thousand years in the valley of death. It was so suffocating and inhaling the putrid air was horrifying. They cried and begged to be released but their pleas fell on deaf ears. It was at that point that they realised what they had done. Messing with Henry Ford was the biggest mistake they had ever made. Miriam was worse off than the rest. Having been injected with the same bacteria she injected into baby Clara's body, she had developed a lung infection within two days. It was painful to breathe... She felt like blaz
Finally, Roxanne returned to work. She had delegated her work to her assistant, Sarah Stevens, for the time that she was on leave. Sarah was being assisted by the managers that Roxanne had hired a few weeks ago. As Roxanne walked into the mall, she was impressed to see how well the place was being run. It was safe to say that Roxanne had created a system that made the mall operate properly without her presence. Everything was on point. There was order and customers flocked into the place one after the other. Roxanne was impressed. The employees welcomed her happily as she walked through the mall. “Welcome back, Ma'am!” “Welcome back, managing director!” “Welcome back, boss!” Roxanne smiled and acknowledged their greetings. She waved at some that she couldn't shake hands with. Dressed in a turquoise jacket and pant suit, she looked professional and elegant. Her hair was slicked back into a neat low bun. Nude pointed stiletto heels adorned her feet. She wore the pearl dia
The weekend soon came. Ford Paradise Hotel received a lot of guests that day. These guests were big shots from all over the country. The Hotel's car park was packed with Porsche cars, jeeps, Rolls Royce cars, sedans, Maybach cars and Bentleys. It was evident that there was an important event happening in the VIP hall inside the Ford Paradise Hotel. People wondered what the occasion was for big shots to gather in one place at the same time. Little did they know that there was no corporate meeting that would bring these big shots huge profits. Nor was it a seminar for investors. Instead, inside the VIP hall, the place was decorated with a galaxy theme. At the front, a huge portrait of Oliver Ford hung mid-air with the words, “Oliver Ford turns nine.” It was the first son of the Fords, Oliver Ford's birthday. His father, Henry Ford had invited several big shots and their kids to attend the birthday party. This was to introduce Oliver to people who would be of help to him in th
Claire Hamilton had a medium-sized teddy bear with brown fur that was given to her by her mother before she left her at the orphanage. It was her most priceless treasure but she selflessly gave it to Oliver as a birthday present. Oliver glanced at the teddy bear in his hands. He asked, "Are you sure? You like this teddy, Claire." "It's ok. I want you to have it. Best friends should share," Claire remarked with a sweet smile. "It's the only one you have. You saw all the toys that people brought for my birthday... I have more, I can't get yours," Oliver explained. "Yes, but this is special. It's a gift from your friend," Claire stated. "Nanny Celeste said gifts from your friends are more special than from strangers." Oliver smiled. He held the teddy bear and replied, "Thank you. I'll keep it safe for you." Roxanne watched this exchange and took a picture with her phone. She then went to show her husband and said, "They are so adorable. I hope they remain good friends when they
Adrian Carter had it all planned. He promised himself that the next time he met Heather in person, he would improve his relationship with her. Perhaps even taking things to the second base. After talking to Heather Jacobs through text messages regularly, he began to develop feelings for her. He felt closer to her and they could chat about anything. It was as if they had known each other for years. Adrian didn't have to force himself to chat with Heather. Their interaction flowed smoothly without it being awkward or them running out of words to say. At some point, he couldn't help himself and began to flirt with her. To his surprise, Heather didn't stop him. Just like that, they fulfilled their tiring days by constantly talking. However, chatting through text messages wasn't enough for Adrian. The more he talked to Heather on the phone, the more he wanted to see her face and spend time with her. The nature of his job wouldn't allow him to move freely and do whatever he wanted. H
Henry Ford had been watching his wife the whole time they were at the party. The way she had morphed into her new role as a mother was so smooth that one would think this parenting thing came with a manual. It was like she was a natural… the way she handled the twins… the way she made sure Oliver never felt neglected no matter how busy they were. Roxanne claimed her crown and owned it. She was the queen that most men only dreamt about having. Henry thought he was the luckiest man in the world. Seeing this side of Roxanne turned him on. They had been intimate here and there when her postpartum period was over but it was often quickies so that they could rush and take care of the kids. Henry missed taking his time and making love to his wife. At that thought, he felt himself having a boner. If this wasn’t their son’s birthday, he would have whisked her away to one of the presidential suites in the Ford Paradise Hotel. That was why, in the evening when they were done with the da
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Three years later... Henry Ford woke up very early. It was the month of love and a few days before Valentine's Day. As usual, he wanted to do something special for his wife as he asked her to be his Valentine. They had been married for ten years and he always asked her days before the actual day in a special and romantic way. Since this was about them, he wanted to do everything himself. He filled up some red balloons with air and scattered them around the sitting area downstairs and the dining area. After getting busy in the kitchen, he whipped up some breakfast for Roxanne- heart-shaped pancakes drizzled with syrup and strawberries covered in chocolate. He had seen this recipe from a trending video on t-i-k-t-o-k and thought his wife would love it. He then got the roses he had got for her and put them in a glass vase before placing them on the dining table. When Roxanne woke up and looked for her husband, she woke up to the transformed living room and dining room. She
Five years later… It was a Saturday and the Fords were hosting a family braai for their son, Oliver Ford, to celebrate his new age. Roxanne sighed as she glanced at Oliver who was helping his father, Henry Ford. They stood by the barbeque grill stand, flipping meat, sausages and chicken kebabs. Oliver didn’t want a huge party on his fifteenth birthday… he just wanted to spend time with family. However, Roxanne had invited Claire Hamilton and his other friends, Liam Kent and Jake Norton. They had all grown and were now teenagers. Running around playing tag like the younger kids didn’t interest them at all. Claire and the two boys sat at one of the tables. While Claire was taking pictures of Oliver, his friends were busy playing games on their phones. “Are you impressed with your son and husband?” Heather’s voice snapped Roxanne out of her trance. “They look so cute… I swear, Henry is a great Dad and Oliver adores him,” Roxanne replied, glancing at her husband dreamily as he
Diego and Henry rushed to the mansion in less than twenty minutes as if there was an emergency. Henry looked for his wife when he entered the mansion, yelling, "Roxy? Baby, where are you? Let's go to the hospital!" At the same time, Diego followed after him and called for Yolanda, "Princess, let's go to the hospital. The earlier the better!" They both paused when they found their women in the living area laughing and chatting with Larry Ford and Kenneth Smith. Henry furrowed his eyebrows. He remarked, "I thought you said you're not feeling well. You look fine to me..." Larry Ford glared at his grandson. He scolded him, "Son, if your wife says she's not feeling well, then find out what could be wrong with her first before concluding. Should I teach you everything?" Henry scratched the side of his neck. He tried his best to be a good husband but there were times like this when he had faults. Being human, he was bound to make mistakes or maybe say something wrong. He wasn't perfe
Two months had passed since Yolanda and Diego got married. Although they were happy, Diego had noticed that his wife missed her job. Yolanda was an independent woman who loved working for her own money... Of course, Diego provided for her but he could see that she wasn't used to staying home and shopping only. It would even affect her mood sometimes. Diego thought about a way to have his wife get back to her job. Quite alright, it would be dangerous for her to be in the spotlight with all their rivals targeting them but that was why he was around, right? It was his job to protect Yolanda and ensure her life didn't change just because she fell in love with him. So, before he could bring it up to her, he met with his brother and requested to move back to Brentwood City. Augusto glanced at Diego after he made his request, his brows furrowing as he asked, "What is it? Is this place not up to her standards?" "No... it's not that. I just want her to be happy and if doing her job mak
Yolanda's heart was galloping like a racing horse. Diego's promise echoed in her mind, making her look forward to what he would do to her. She tilted her head up, asking for a kiss and Diego didn't disappoint. He connected his lips to hers and kissed her hard. They began to move towards the bed and Yolanda fumbled with Diego's buttons as she tried to undress him. Meanwhile, Diego was busy deepening the kiss with every second that passed. He grabbed the back of her head while the other hand reached between them and he stroked her core, rubbing her clit with every movement of his fingers. Yolanda moaned against his lips. She failed to get rid of Diego's suit and instead, wrapped her arms around his neck and jumped on him, coiling her legs around his ripped torso. In that position, Diego held Yolanda's ass and began grinding his massive erect shaft into her bare core... Despite it being hidden by the branded pants he had on, Yolanda could still feel the tip of his rod, digging at he
Diego carried Yolanda into the cabin. Yolanda's eyes grew wide as she looked around. If she thought the outer form of the cabin was dreamlike, the inside was like paradise itself. The wooden cabin wasn't big. It was like one big room with a small kitchen in the corner, a huge bed in the center, a bubbling hot tub on the left near one of the windows and a bathroom on the right side. The bathroom area had an enclosure for privacy. Not only did they have several acres of land to themselves, but they were surrounded by maple trees with fiery red leaves which could be seen through the huge windows. The whole place was giving "leave the world behind vibes". It offered a perfect blend of romance, peace and refreshment for the newly married couple. "Are we still in our family's estate?" Yolanda asked and Diego smiled. He loved especially the way she used the word 'our' in her question. Sliding an arm around Yolanda's waist, Diego pulled her closer and then put her at his front bef
Diego Montero realised something. He loved Yolanda with his all. Whether he waited weeks or months to propose, she would still be the woman he would want to spend the rest of his life with. Yes, they didn't know what tomorrow may bring. But who ever knows? Everyone jumps in without knowing the obstacles they will face in the future. If there's anything he learnt from his former boss, Henry Ford. It's that as long as you had your loved one by your side, any other problem felt like a passing breeze. After talking to his brother, Diego asked the housekeepers to help out with the proposal. Of course, the housekeeper who had helped Dahlia was fired. In the Mafia, loyalty was everything. Diego instructed the bodyguards to control the drones he had shipped over earlier before they travelled. Augusto helped too. He stood downstairs near the drones, waiting for midnight so that they could control the drones to help Diego propose. Yolanda woke up and they had dinner outside on the balc
Diego didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He glanced at Dahlia and asked, "Why did you come back? If you had stayed hidden, at least I would have had good memories of you... but now... you disgust me." "D-Diego... that's not true. Your brother forced himself on me. That's why I faked my death. I was so ashamed-" "Shut up! Aren't you tired of scheming? Do you think I can believe you over my brother? My brother came from the same womb as I... we may fight and not speak to each other for years, but I know he would never do anything to hurt me," Diego's words sliced through the air like shards of ice, cutting Dahlia's words in the middle. "That's not true... why did you leave? It's because you hated your family!" Dahlia answered confidently. She wasn't convinced that Diego had moved on. He loved her very much and could do anything for her... how could his love for her end so quickly? Diego shook his head. He replied, "I left because I was hurt that they didn't want to avenge yo