Victoria was going to her room,when she saw George study room opened. At first, she didn't want to step in but after so much contemplation, she walked in with the thought of taking a glance at it but she got lost at the beauty of it immediately she step in."Wow." She ran towards the big book shelf,her hand trailing the books. The room wasn't a big room like other rooms in the house but it's it contain enough.Three to four desks was placed at the heart of the Library,there were lockers at the corner of the room,it was a mini version of a school library."Who built a Library like this in a house?" She chuckled As she eyes scanned the room, feeding her eyes ,her eye landed on well packed files on the a very big desk, she move towards it, staring at it wondering what files they were.She flipped it opened and went through it,her eyes popped in zero when she was done reading it.", tr..rilion or what did I read?" She flipped it openedAgain "George is a fucking........wow ........
Mrs Alexander bang into her son's office furiously,she saw the news",why would he get her arrested?" She was his fiancée,a Very potential bride he got for her son,never will she imagined,he will get her arrested.When she saw the news,at first she thought it was a fake,until she got a call from Victoria's parent.She didn't bother to know what had happened for her to be arrested, all she need was a clarity from her son."Mom." George called surprised to see his mom,he stood up and moved towards after he had dismissed those with him."Tell me it's not true.", Mrs Alexander clenched her fist to stop herself from slapping her son.George stared at her confused"mom,I don't.......""What the heck is this George?" She showed him the news,waving her phone to his face.George sighed "mom." He dropped his hand on her shoulder "you don't unnecessary things serious.""How is this unnecessary George? You locked up your fiancee just because she stole from you."",mom, she's not my fiancée,you brou
"Are you alright?" She asked staring at him."Why did you ask?" "I......I......saw the news."she fidgeted her fingers before staring up to him.He could see the worries in her eyes,he sighed."You sure,'cause she's your supposed fiancee,to think she would do such is out of the world.""Do you also think I will be affected by that?"Did they all think he's affected by such a childish act,no and it was a great thing he found out on time,he was looking for a way to chase her away from his home. Like God knew he needs something tangible to convince his mother that was why she misbehaved."Nnoo,I just thought........" He stared at her expectionally,she sighed and drank from her wine glass"Aren't you happy,she left?" He asked unexpectedly"Huh"."What do you mean?"He gulped down the remaining wine "I'm happy,she left our life." He stared glanced at her before turning to the table to pour himself another wine."What about the kids?" He asked sipping his wine"They had been put to bed.""
"Lady Jamie, it's so lovely to see you again." The nanny said."Isn't it? I missed you nanny, I can see that you've been doing a great job keeping this household in check." Jamie said sarcastically while throwing a mocking look at George."Oh I just do what my job entails." The nanny responded proudly. "How's my daughter doing?" Jamie asked."Oh she's doing just fine, she eats well, plays well and takes all her lessons seriously. She's a really smart and sharp kid." The nanny replied like a proud mother who was reminiscing of how greatly she had raised her child."Oh my baby, she's just as smart and as sharp as her mother and father. How old is she now anyways? Like two or three?""Oh madam Jamie, you make me laugh. She's four years old now.""Oh my, she's all grown up. Good thing I came.""Indeed madam Jamie, she would be excited to hear that you came around.""Can you get me a glass of orange juice and also can you go bring my little angel and let her know mama is back?""Of course
George's anger intensified and he shot back, "Real family? I've been there for her every day, unlike you! She knows me as her father."Ariana attempted to calm the matter, "Perhaps we can find a way for all of you to be a part of Charlotte's life. It's important for her to have both her biological parents and the person who has cared for her."But Jamie was definitely not having any of it. "I don't need your input, Ariana. This is between George and me. Stay out of it."George felt fueled by a mix of anger and frustration, and turned sharply towards Ariana. "Stay out of this, Ariana. You have no say in what happens here. This is between Jamie and me."Ariana was taken aback by George's harsh tone but she tried to maintain her composure. "George, I just want what's best for Charlotte. We should try to find a solution that benefits everyone, including her."George scoffed at her, dismissing Ariana's words. "You always meddle where you're not needed. Charlotte is not your concern. Just g
Antonio was determined to assert his rights as Charlotte's father, he then declared, "Enough of this. I'm taking Charlotte with me, and Ariana."George was bewildered and surprised, he then demanded, "Ariana? What does she have to do with any of this?"Antonio had a cunning glint in his eye and he stated firmly, "She's my fiancée and we're here to take our daughter home."Ariana shot Antonio a surprised glance, caught off guard by his unexpected statement. George, however, erupted in disbelief, "Fiancée? Since when? Is this some sick game you're playing?"Antonio, still maintaining the facade, responded, "We've kept it private, but now is not the time for personal details. We're here for Charlotte."George was fueled by a mix of confusion and anger, shouted, "I won't let you manipulate this situation! Security, get them out of here!"The security then approached, Jamie attempted to defuse the situation, "George, let's not escalate this. We can figure things out without causing a scene
Laila stared at Thomas cooking inside her kitchen while his son Ben was setting up the table. The scenario almost painted the picture of a perfect and happy family, though she could only wish. Principal Thomas and his son had been visiting her so frequently that the neighbors could mistake them as residents in the apartment too. A small smile graced her tired face as she continued to watch them.As the savory aroma filled the air, Thomas looked up from the simmering pot and caught Laila's gaze. Their eyes locked for a moment, creating a subtle tension that lingered in the room. Ben, engrossed in arranging the silverware, remained oblivious to the unspoken connection between his father and Laila Suddenly, Thomas broke the gaze, pretending to focus on his culinary masterpiece. "Laila, I hope you like my world-famous spaghetti. I've even added a secret ingredient for that extra 'wow' factor," he declared with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.Laila raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "World-
When Ben went into the kitchen to wash the dishes, Thomas approached Laila and said, “Laila, it's a challenging time for him. High school can be tough. Let's give him some space."“Space? You should be trying to find out what's wrong with your son!”"Laila," Thomas began, a hint of concern in his eyes, "I appreciate your hospitality and the warmth you've shown us. Ben's just going through the usual challenges of high school; it's a transitional period, you know."Laila, however, wasn't convinced. She looked directly into Thomas's eyes, a serious tone in her voice, "Thomas, is Ben being bullied at school?"Thomas sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. He didn't expect Laila to catch onto the subtleties so quickly. "Laila, it's not that simple. High school can be tough for everyone, and Ben has been facing some difficulties."Her expression turned from concern to anger. "Difficulties? If he's being bullied, why haven't you reported it to the school or the authorities? This is serious,
Dear Beloved Readers,If you're reading this, it means you've stuck with me through every twist, turn and terribly crafted joke that I've dared to type and send your way. For that, I owe you a universe of thanks or at the very least, a coffee if we ever meet anywhere beyond our various screens.Saying goodbye is never easy, especially when you've spent so much time in a world that exists somewhere between reality and the imagination. We've been through a lot together, haven't we? We've faced dragons (metaphorically, more like we watched the characters face dragons…hehe, evil laugh..), dived deep into the deep end of human emotions and emerged on the other side with our hearts strangely full, if not a bit bruised.But fear not, dear readers, for this is not the end. It's merely a pause, a deep breath before we dive back into the pain of creation. I come bearing news of a sequel, a new adventure that demands to be told, focusing on our beloved characters Thomas and Laila. Yes, you read
They stood apart, breathing heavily, circling each other like predators. The outcome was uncertain, both men pushed to their limits, neither willing to back down.But after several long moments of this standoff, something finally snapped.George’s arms suddenly came flying into motion, one after the other delivering blows to Antonio’s unprotected sides. Antonio dropped his blade in response, clutching at the wounds he had received. When he recovered, he threw himself at George, intent on revenge. George, knowing this would only escalate, stepped forward, blocking Antonio’s path, and retaliated by driving his elbow into Antonio’s stomach.Antonio doubled over, coughing as he gasped for air. He tried to recover quickly, but when he tried to rise, George lashed out again, his fist connecting with Antonio’s face. George seized the knife from his belt and hurled it with all his strength at Antonio’s head. But his aim was off, the weapon clattering uselessly off the walls behind Antonio’s n
Laila and Daniel moved through the warehouse's maze-like interior with a silently but there was urgency in their steps, their path was illuminated only by the occasional shaft of moonlight that pierced the grimy windows. The air was thick with the smell of a machinery long silent and every step seemed to echo in the vast emptiness.They hadn't gone far when the first sign of trouble presented itself, not as a sound, but as a sudden shift in the air, a tension that prickled the hairs at the back of Laila's neck. She raised a hand, signaling Daniel to stop."Looks like the welcoming committee finally noticed us," Laila murmured with her eyes scanning the darkness for any movement.Daniel sighed in frustration of the delay and quipped, "Do you think they're upset we didn't RSVP?"Before Laila could reply, shadows moved from the darkness, and it turned into the forms of Antonio's guards. They were fewer than the ones George and Alec had faced, but their intent was no less deadly.The firs
In the dimly lit confines of a small, makeshift cell within the warehouse, Ariana, Zoey, and Daniel's little son, The little boy, huddled together. The air was stale, heavy with the weight of uncertainty, but Ariana's arms around the children were a fortress, her resolve a beacon in the gloom.The little boy, no more than four years old, clung to Ariana, his small frame trembling. Zoey, though trying to mask her fear, kept a vigilant watch over The little boy, her protective instincts as fierce as any guard outside their door."It's going to be okay, little boy," Ariana whispered, her voice a soothing melody in the harshness of their reality. "Your daddy and Uncle George are coming for us. They're like... superheroes, you know?"The little boy's eyes, wide and filled with the innocence of youth, looked up at Ariana. "Like... like Batman?" he asked, a quiver in his voice.Zoey smiled, despite the fear gnawing at her heart. "Exactly like Batman. But cooler. Your dad is like... Batman an
Under the veil or one could say the protection of a night sky, the air was very thick with anticipation and worry, George and his companions which consisted of Laila, Alec and Daniel, that is after George had convinced his mother to stay behind, they stood before the old warehouse, the stronghold of their nemesis, Antonio. The night was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that was before a storm, a fitting backdrop for the fear that was brewing in their hearts. George, Laila, Daniel, and Alec had drove through the underbelly of the city, they had been guided by Daniel and the information they had gotten from George's ex and also by the whispers of hope and the relentless beating of their own hearts and now they found themselves at the middle of a rescue mission that seemed both daring and desperate. The warehouse loomed before them, an evidence of forgotten industry, its silhouette a serious opposite against the night sky and its shadow loomed.Laila's gaze was steely and her determin
George settled into his study and sipped his bourbon, the taste reminding him of Ariana. They hadn't been together since she got pregnant and had Sydney. George knew he couldn't wait for her to return, not when he'd seen what kind of person he was whenever he was around her. He knew that Ariana would understand why he had acted the way he did, because he did love her. He had always loved her, even though he always did like hated her more than anything else in the world.George knew deep down that there was no way that he could ever stop loving Ariana. He just hoped that she wouldn't leave him when he would finally be able to rescue her from where Antonio had kidnapped her and was keeping her."Son?" Mrs Alexander called softly as she stepped into his study. She looked around before she saw him sitting behind his desk. His office wasn't very bright, he preferred to keep the blinds closed so he could read in peace when he studied, especially at night."Yes mother?" His voice sounded ro
"Do you like that?" She breathed heavily.He looked at her and then looked at her pussy and then back at her.He smiled. "I didn't know you knew how to use wine bottles like this one."“This is one of my favourites too.”"Is this what you normally do before sex? I mean do you have sex often?"She shrugged. "I usually use a lot of lubricant but this is the way I like it. I'm so wet for you baby.""I'm sure you are, Go on eat and continue drinking, this night is going to be wild. You'll be sorry you came here once I'm done fucking you up." George said sexily.I'm sure you are, Go on eat and continue drinking, this night is going to be wild. You'll be sorry you came here once I'm done fucking you up." George said sexily. He was now looking very proud of himself."You mean you'll be sorry, I'll be sorry, I won't regret coming here." She smirked, knowing exactly what was about to happen. She had already started having the desire to see the look on his face once he made love to her."Eat fi
Her egoistic nature fueled her belief that she held a certain allure, a charm that could manipulate those around her. The evening held the promise of satisfaction for Jamie — the satisfaction of knowing that both Antonio and George might fall under the spell she intended to cast.With a final glance in the mirror, she left her home, confident in her ability to come out triumphant of any complexities that the evening would present.She had to be honest with herself, her whole family had hated her when she had not been able to maintain she and George's marriage but now she was ready to get him back and make him hers. She began to think of how many siblings she would give her daughter. She rolled her eyes as she thought of Antonio, he had been the whole reason why her marriage had failed. She had been sleeping with him and when she had found out she was pregnant, she had told him and he had asked her to get rid of the child. She remembered how she had convinced her mom to set her up on
The morning sun cast a soft glow through the windows of George's mansion as he dialed Jamie's number, with an air of uncertainty lingering in his voice. After a few rings, Jamie answered, her voice was a distant echo through the phone."Jamie, it's George. Can we talk? There's something important I want to discuss," George began, the weight of his recent tribulations evident in his tone.Jamie, on the other end, hesitated before responding, "What's this about, George? We don't exactly have a history of smooth conversations."George took a deep breath, the gravity of his words carrying through the phone line. "I miss you, Jamie. I miss us. Can we meet? There's something I need to tell you in person."A pause ensued, the silence stretching as Jamie absorbed his words. Finally, she sighed, "Fine, George. I'll come over. But this better not be some elaborate scheme or a waste of my time."Relief and anticipation mingled in George's voice as he responded, "Thank you, Jamie. I appreciate it