When Fabiola was done with the women, she was blindfolded again and taken back to the club. It was already after 2 am in the night when she got back to the club.She was surprised to see Frost still loitering around the vicinity even at that time.He was busy talking to someone. It gave her the chance to walk past him without him taking note of her.When she got back to the pub, she took the plastic bag which contained her stuff, stuff she'd secured in the trash.She could not risk going home before heading out again, Pop's shadows might likely pick on her tail again. Today was the perfect day to visit the police station. It is Saturday, the place would definitely be crowded with drunk people getting into trouble at randa, especially teenages. Making it the perfect atmosphere to get in and out without much scrutiny.She kept her blond wig on but changed her outfit. She wore a blue sleeveless mini body hugging gown. For one of the few times, she wore stilettos.She strolled a few blo
The other cop standing behind her grabbed her lightly by the arm and pulled her back.She turned and launched a surprise drunken punch on his face. "I want my coffee!" She yelled in anger.She stared wide-eyed at the man she just punched, with no remorse. He had his hand over his punched nose."Miss, you need to calm down." The donut cop walked beside her, but instead, she pushed him on the ground, strapped her legs around his waist and began punching him."Give me my coffee…." She was raining feminine punches on him, he mostly tried defending himself and not fighting back.His partner came from behind and grabbed her like a baby, neutralizing the crazy drunk Fabiola."Let me go!" She kicked voilently.The cop held her in place.His donut partner quickly handcuffed her hands in front and together, they shoved her in the back of the police car.Speaking of the coffee and innocent donuts…. They were somewhere on the floor, in complete ruins. The coffee completely spilled and the donut…we
"I'll get the door," Fabiola said.Brant nodded and sat back, crossing his legs over the other as he stretched them and placed them on the center table, technically marking his territory. "Carl?" Fabiola called out in surprise.Thank goodness that she'd worn this t-shirt.Brantley's ears spiked up as soon as she said the name."Princess? Am I hallucinating or this building is actually upright?" Carlson asked. He was not interested in coming in. His eyes were busy scanning the arena.Fabiola's heart was beating with mixed feelings. She wasn't sure on how to behave around him. She decided to give him the benefit of doubt until she had enough proof."So if you were hallucinating, then what were you expecting when you knocked the door, what are you even doing here?" She tried to act natural.He looked at her, "I wanted to make sure it was real." He replied innocently, "how did you build it up this fast?" He asked."What brings you here?" She ignored his question."What….?" He pretended
She had not yet recovered from the shock of his revelation to Carl, now this PDA? Her head exploded.Carl paused, eyes wide open, eyebrows raised. He looked down at the couple. He could not believe his eyes."Congratulations!" That was the only thing Carl could think of saying."Thank you!" Brantley replied, pulling Fabiola closer. She was just too stunned to utter a word. She raised her eyes and met Carl's, there were a lot of unspoken words only both of them could understand."Well, I'll leave you two alone ." Carlson held Fabiola's gaze. "Princess?" He called sweetly."Hmm." That was the only sound she could produce. She was blushing too stupor. Only if the judgment day trumpet could go now."This should not be in parlour." He handed her the portrait.Brant was going to protest but he quickly shut his mouth up. Anybody who knew the Rivers would recognize that child if they saw that portrait and of course anyone could link that child to Fabiola.She quietly took the portrait and ke
The week ran by in a Flash, despite her promising to call for Frost on Sunday, she did not. But for the sake of blah blah blah, she called him on Tuesday. They spoke briefly before she hung up.She started working as Fabiola McDarryl, The secretary, again. Brant had insisted that she join the board of directors, but she'd refused categorically, also because she did not want unwanted attention from his father, not yet. But she was considering doing that the coming week. Well, Brant had also fired the Mise brothers from the board, stating that he wanted their boss and not them. Well, the poor brothers had no idea that their boss, whom they were protecting her identity, had sold them and was the same woman standing behind the CEO as his secretary.Speaking of Mr. White, he invited her to fill in for his secretary on two occasions that week…lunch meetings.Brant was nervous about it all, mostly because he thought she might stab his father or poison the old man before Brant got the cha
"Brantley?" She yelled and stared at him in horror."Sleepy head," he flashed her his signature nerve-wracking smile.She punched his nose. He stumbled off the bed like a log of wood and landed on the carpeted floor."Ouch!" He yelled like a kid.She giggled."I think you broke my nose." He complained, using his finger to poke his nose in different spots to make sure he still had a full functioning nose.She offered him a hand. He grabbed it. She pulled him up back in bed."What are you doing in my bed?" She asked."Good afternoon and Happy Sunday to you too." He replied instead.She rolled her eyes."Just answer my question, intruder." She playfully snapped."I missed you, isn't that reason enough?" He traced his fingertips on her soft cheeks.Those butterflies in her tummy wanted to fly out free again, she held them back."Are you blushing?" He asked, without filtering his words.She blushed even harder, "Leave!" She struggled to push him away, while turning her face to conceal her
"I would not be responsible for what comes next." He threatened.She wanted to tease him again but decided against it.He poured a generous amount of bathing gel on his hand and gently applied it on her back. His strong palms grazed the contours of her back diligently with minimum pressure.She relaxed back and tilted her head back."And here I thought that you could do it by yourself." Brantley teased. His hands caressed the crook of her shoulders gently, making way to her chest and back simultaneously.Her hair was pushed to the side, she quickly spun her head to stare at him, distributing her hair evenly on both sides of her shoulders."What did you just say?" She asked."What did you hear?" He asked back.She smiled, "Looks like you have been the one bathing me for the past twenty seven years, huh?" She asked sarcastically.He chuckled and nodded.He leaned down and stole a kiss before she could turn her face. Her whole body was soapy, oh and naked too. It took all rationality le
"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.She did not ask him how the hell he got hold of it, at least, he did not put the bullet in his body."Don't bother, I'll cover it up with a tarpaulin, just in case it rains at night." She explained calmly when she noticed his eyes drifting from her to her ventilated roof."Thank you." He finally opened his mouth. His words came out in a whisper. He looked cute."You should be happy that, that was not your head." She secured the weapon in her bedside cupboard, she could not keep it far away too. It was meant for defense."No, thank you for not returning with a knife, or another gun." That fright was gone, only for it to be replaced by a mischievous grin on his face."Well, you had your eyes open, so…" she decided to play along.They laughed it off.She got into the sheets and laid by his side.She could not get the idea of the missing
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