"Master, it is done!" At exactly twilight, an unfortunate lifeless head rolled on the floor, completely detached from the body. "Good ! Have the express mail package delivered before midnight today." "BOOM!" the gun went off. Mila came rushing in with only a towel wrapped around her body. "What the fuck happened?" She asked the petrified Brant who sat on the bed with his legs wrapped up and his head cringed upwards. He did not reply her. She followed the line of his eyes and that was when she saw it, a perforation in her roof. The sunlight was literally shining directly on them. She looked back at Brantley in confusion, well, he looked more confused than she was. "What…?" She opened her mouth to interrogate him but decided against it. Instead, she climbed beside him and carefully took the weapon from his hand. He did not protest. "This is not a toy." She said, taking off the bullets and partially dismantling the gun. Just in case his itchy hands decided to touch the pistol again. **** Being the lone survivor of a fire accident that claimed her entire family, Mila Rivers is back to get the company that once belonged to her father. But she's got one problem... Brantley White, the new CEO, son to the man behind her family's death and her childhood friend-turn-rival. She needs to get him out of her way at all costs, but she can't deny the fact that he's hot and she keeps on finding herself in his bed. He does not hide his desire for her, no matter how high a wall she builds between them. Would she be able to resist her Rival's desire to get her revenge or would she fall for him instead?
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"Good, on my signal.""Yes Sir.""You see Miles, they are dying because of you. You killed your family…. your dear mother….""Stop, stop…please!"*Sobs*".... your loving Father…..""No ….! Please don't hurt them, I'll do anything you want. I will never try to leave…. I'm begging you please!"*Sobbing continues, heavily*"..... your sweet sister Miriella…""Please Uncle…please Uncle! Kill me instead…. PLEASE!!"*Intense sobbing.*"Oh and baby Mila…"*Tongue clicks*".... unfortunately, you never got to meet her, and now you never will.""I am sorry Uncle, I promise to be a good boy."*More sobbing**Tongue clicks*"Oh Miles, it is too late. I don't tolerate mistakes.""He is your brother, your blood brother…. don't hurt him, don't hurt them, hurt me, do anything that you want with me!""Of course I will, starting from now!""Do it!"*Boooom…..*"Noooooooo!"********************************She grabbed her keys and quickly made it for her car."Damnit!" She cursed when she ignited the engine and it failed to start repeatedly. She tried it again, to no avail.She slammed her palms on the steering wheel in anger and frustration."Damn this car! Can't believe you want me to go late on my first day of work." She spoke to the car like it were her pal. Technically, it was, both of them had been through thick and thin together.She ignited the engine one more time, and luckily, it started. She quickly kicked off and sped in thin air.Today was that one day that she'd promise herself to be on time.If she had to achieve her goal, she knew that she had to work on her late-coming attitude.She had bragged endlessly a couple of nights ago about showing up early today__ well, not actually bragged, but it was more of a choiceless declaration and display of dominance. But here she was, at thirty nine minutes past eight, yelling at drivers to get the hell off her path… even though she was the one practicing reckless and unsafe driving.She finally pulled up in the company's parking lot at quarter past 9 a.m, more than an hour late.The screeching of her car tyres drew unwanted attention… Maybe she did love that kind of attention, but just not today.She hopped out, took a few minutes to pretentiously straighten her corporate blue suit, and waved her fingers through her hair, evening out all those stubborn loose strands.She took in a couple of deep breaths before walking in majestically into the building__ her future building.As she bypassed any employee, they couldn't resist turning to gauge her.Her makeup was on point, simple and fresh. She allowed her hair to fall freely on her shoulders but away from her face.What probably caught everyone's attention was the fact that she had a well-pressed suit on, but topped her attire with immaculate white sneakers instead of stilettos or escarpins like every other normal woman would.Finally she made it to the top floor. It was easy to maneuver her way around the building, after all, she had been here more than enough times to have the blueprints of the building at heart… even though most of the visitations were underground expeditions."So much for an early person." He said when she hurried into the outer office, her temporal office.And there he was, Brant, her new boss and her potential future gardener, or toilet cleaner… she still needed to settle on the most belittling post for him. He was sitting majestically on the edge of her desk, with his perfectly polished shoes swinging on his crossed legs.She halted and gripped her hand bag tightly. She tried as much as possible not to show the disgust she felt, so instead, she camouflaged it with a mechanical smile."Why? Do you expect me to hurry up for a lazy ass like you? Who sits his ass around idly like this at 9 a.m?" She shot back, taking slow confident strolls towards her desk.He smiled. "I have no idea how you got this job, but you need to fix that attitude of yours…" he started."Or what?" She interrupted boldly. "What are you gonna do, BOSS?" She asked sarcastically, "are you gonna fire me?" She challenged."You've really got a big mouth huh?" He scuffed with a smile and hopped down from the desk effortlessly."No shit!" She cursed, while placing her bag on her new desk."Listen to me Miss Rivers, it doesn't matter that we fucked, but if we are gonna work together, then you have to learn how to respect me." He spat."I'll respect you when you learn to keep that toothpick in your pants where it belongs." She shot back. "And don't talk only about the fact that we fucked, please, talk about the fact that I had a knife to your throat and you couldn't do anything about it."He was walking towards his office but halted, he clicked his tongue, turned and faced her with a diabolical smile.He took slow menacing steps towards her. "Oh yeah.." he startedDespite her heart beating violently, she held her ground and tried not to falter."If I remember clearly, you were the one screaming a few nights back and asking for more, and now you call the same thing that made you scream 'a toothpick'?" He mocked. "It makes me wonder just who would scream that loud because of a toothpick?" He taunted.For a second there, she was just too stunned to utter a word. She never expected him to be that petty enough to actually exchange words with her. It made her wonder if he was actually worth all the work she was putting in against him."You…."Before she could clear her mind and compose a good comeback sentence, he had already walked into his office."Damnit!" She cursed out loud.It was humiliating, no doubt. He was undeniably good in bed and for a moment, she almost forgot why she was doing all this. But did he have to ignore the fact that she just called him weak?******* A Couple of nights earlierShe straddled him like a pro, gently got hold of his already hard rod and slipped it into her wet hole with precision.She threw her head backwards and began slowly raising her hips, only to bounce back on his hardness.Her movements were slow and steady. She opened her eyes and watched how his face was coloured with arousal.She smiled, increasing her movements. She bounced up and down him, allowing his length to glide in and out of her glisteningchannel smoothly.She couldn't deny the fact that she too was enjoying it, nor could she ignore the fierce pressure building up rapidly in the pit of her stomach.He gave a heavy masculine groan and held her bottom steadily and began thrusting upwards fervently. He did not hold back, he pushed his hips upwards, slamming her hard.She held her bosoms and screamed in pleasure.When they were both satisfied and exhausted, she excused herself to the bathroom.He laid his head on his folded arms, resting on the pillow. He had his chest facing upwards with his eyes closed.He heard the shower stop running, but chose to ignore it. He knew that his tomorrow was gonna be a busy one...just like every other Saturday, so he needed to catch some sleep.He ignored her footsteps even as they approached his side of the bed.'She probably wants another round.' he thought to himself. 'That would only happen after I had gotten some sleep.'But the situation was the complete opposite of what he envisioned.His eyes involuntarily shot open when he felt a cold thin something placed, carefully on his throat."Shush…!" She had her finger on her lips.He froze.THE END."What order, Mr Walborn?" The attorney went ahead to ask Mr Walborn."That Mr Rivers should be eliminated." Silence.Emille clenched his fist beside him.Even though Mr White only walked in, he was sitting on needles. He had his secrets, he knew what was going on. "We have the videos." One of the Court's IT workers announced.It was there, everything….from the squabble in the office to the phone call in the garage.Everyone gasped and turned to look at Mr White.Mrs White passed out.Brantley rushed to his mother.The twins held each other's hand tightly.Brenda leaned back in her chair.Mila's mind was teleported Somewhere else. Carl was bamboozled, he stayed motionless in his chair.Mama Rivers and Papa Rivers….well, there were no words to describe everything.……..All along, Mr White had been pulling the shots. He'd hired Mason based on Mason's greed.Mason had been working for him the entire time….he was the real Grandmaster.He found out about Mr Walborn being alive o
COURT TALES OF TRUTHFourteen minutes.It was almost time……"It is already time, your Honour, we should proceed." Grandmaster stood up and said.That was the advantage of representing yourself."We still have some more seconds, your Honour." The prosecution quickly added.The judge nodded. Grandmaster stood up to say something again, but his words were interrupted by the loud opening of the door.Everyone's attention was directed towards the door.One after another, all those who were against Grandmaster released breaths they never knew they were holding…surprisingly, even the judge.Disappointment was evident on Grandmaster's face.Dr Edgar accompanied Mr Walborn in the courtroom. Mila and Freya waited outside.When Brantley did not see Mila in the two-man procession, he immediately stood up on his feet and went outside."Which of these men is the supposed witness?" The judge asked even before Dr Edgar and Mr Walborn could reach the front of the courtroom.Dr Edgar indicated that i
THE CLOCK IS TICKING"Can the prosecution explain to the court why your said witness is not yet available?" The judge asked. She was getting impatient, it was evident."Technical transportation issues." The state lawyer responded.He leaned towards Emille and asked, "what is keeping your witness?" He asked in a whisper."What is holding him back is the only reason why they would not want him to testify, but don't bother, he's being escorted by one of the best bodyguards." Emille replied."Excuse me." Emille stepped out of the court to call for Mila.Brantley had arrived in the court too. He was worried, not that Mila could not take care of herself, but because he loved her, so it was natural for him to worry."What the hell is going on?" Emille asked in a concerned tone as soon as Mila answered."We got company." Mila replied."Do you need more refreshments?" Emille asked."I got it, I guess water would be enough to entertain them." Mila said over the phone."Good then, tell me where
THE AMBUSH.Randy rode in another car, tailing closely behind Mila.When she got to her condominium, she did not step out, rather she called Dr Edgar to bring Mr Walborn outside.Dr Edgar had personally selected a suit for Mr Walborn. The different clothes made him look 10 years younger."You look handsome, Mr Walborn." Mila smiled as she held the door open for him."Thank you, child. At least this doctor here has fine taste in quality clothes, only if he could put those skills to what I put in my stomach." Mr Walborn glared at Dr Edgar. Mila could not help but laugh."You look handsome too." She mouthed to Dr Edgar when Mr Walborn got into the car. Dr Edgar was dressed in a simple shirt and trousers, he had a clean shave. That alone made him look really different."Thank you. You look stunning yourself." Dr Edgar complimented back. Compliments were being poured at randa."Thank you for coming with us." Mila smiled at Dr Edgar."I have to do my job as a babysitter." Dr Edgar gave a sh
NAKED SLEEPOVERThe newly bonded family decided to spend the night together.Carl and Phelix were pals, they warmed everyone's heart, especially Mila because she never known that he was good with kids. She had no idea whether or not he loved kids, she did not even know what he loved.Pops had ruled their lives in such a way that all their likes were buried within them and only what he approved, that was what they did…to his face though.She allowed the cold water to run down her body. Everyone together, the smiles, the crying, the hugs, the laughter…this is what she'd ever wanted, not tension, the type of atmosphere she grew up being used to under Pop's roof.It was less than twenty four hours, and everything changed. For once in her life, she did not have to worry about tomorrow. Only if everyone she loved could be here…Only if Dom had lived to experience this different breeze…even just for a day."Fuck this life!" She cursed, turned off the shower, threw a bathrobe on her wet body.
BRENDA IS SCARYBrantley laid down on his bed, staring at the ceiling while he pondered about what Brenda told him earlier.Brenda was nosy, everyone knew that, but she wasn't a liar. She could be blunt sometimes, but the kid sure knew when to keep her mouth shut.She was smart too, probably more than all of them…well, except him, he had a photographic memory after all.He knew that she would not tell him all those things except something more was going on in that house. He had plans on saying hi to his mom before leaving, but he left without saying a word. He felt guilty, but he could not do otherwise.With the revelation, he wasn't sure to face anyone, especially his father.He needed time to think. He could not just jump into conclusions, he had to get more details about everything before concluding."She said that she was pushed, by who? Who would want to hurt you?" He pondered out loud.'Then why did she keep quiet only to say it now?' He thought."Who are you going to see in th
WHAT BRENDA KNOWS'Why do good men die and the selfish monsters live?' Brantley pondered as he walked down the corridors of his father's house empty mindedly."Do you want to bulldoze me before you notice that something is in front of you?" Brenda was starting in front of him, with her short self and crutches.He halted abruptly, for real, he had not taken note of the girl."Oh, I see you've upgraded to crutches. They're cute." Brantley rubbed her head like a kitten.She supported her weight on one crutch, freed her other hand and used it to slap his hand off."Why are you always fighting with father?" The youngest White asked.Bran was stunned, he did not expect that question from here. He was speechless for a few seconds, trying to think of an appropriate response to that."We were talking, maybe a little of a disagreement, but we were not fighting." Brantley looked down and said."You were loud!" She raised one side of her lip, confident about her statement and presumption."Wha
SWEET REUNION"Nice meeting you." Carl forced a smile.The expression on his grandparents' faces changed immediately.He sunkened his shoulders, 'Just as I had expected, outcast!' The words reverberated in his mind.He wished he could turn back the hand of time to just a 5 minutes ago, he'd make sure to get away from here and prevent none of this from happening."Mason had a son?" Papa Rivers looked at his wife. "Isn't he handsome? He looks like an angel." Mama Rivers praised.Carl raised his brows. 'Did they mean the opposite of what they said, or…he had judged the situation wrongly.He looked at Mila, she smiled at him."How old are you, boy?" Mama Rivers asked."I'm 28 years old, ma'am." Carl held his hands together in front of him as though he was for a religious procession.Mila raised her brows and hung her mouth open at his lie."Nonsense, don't call me ma'am. I am your grandmother. Come here!" Mama Rivers rebuked him and hugged him."Just for the record, he is still 27 years o
OUTCAST"Why do you want to see Fabiola?" Brantley decided to ask at one point. He just refilled their tea cups.Mama Rivers who was about raising her cup to take a sip, paused mid way. She stared at her husband who also had the same look on his face."Oh, we knew her when she was a kid. Since we were in town, we decided to drop by." Papa Rivers replied."Oh, ok. I see." Brantley nodded. There was an awkward silence among them."We'll see your father and enjoy the view a little before going back." Papa Rivers added."I will be glad to show you around town. I bet they'll be so much to entertain both of you." Brantley smiled."Yeah." And there goes the silence again. ________"I got a text from Brant, he said that the package was at my doorstep." Mila looked at her brothers. They were just touching down back in Limesville."Just as we thought." The ever nonchalantly Emille said.Carl was silent."I bet they got my address because of the media." Obviously."So…we are going to your hou
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