Derek drove his car with thoughts running through his mind. He was leading the couple to where they would see their own son. Behind his car was a well tinted black car . Whoever saw it would definitely know that the occupant was a very wealthy type. Mr Mckinney ever since he handed everything over to his son, Aspen, he took himself out of the spotlight. No one would ever say that he was spotted at any particular place unless on a few occasions when he had to be on TV. Though not for his personal affair but for a few events that had to have him present in it. Derek was worried about a couple of things. Since Mr Mckinney never showed up anywhere , it would attract a heavy interest of the public the very moment that he would be seen. No doubt, journalists and reporters are flocking around the station right now looking for the slightest opportunity to inter jew Aspen. Perhaps, he would just walk out of the station all of a sudden and they would be able to ask him questions whic
The reporters were trouping in their numbers and Derek couldn't stop it. He knew it was a bad idea but Aspen's father was like a stubborn old goat, never listening especially when it was a critical situation. Drawing closer to the hoarde of humans trying to get answers out of Mr. Mckinney, Derek put on a straight fist and led the McKinney's out of sight because he knew that Becker was watching them via the news. That was the only way he knew that they were at the police station. Inside the police station, the chief officer came out of his office and was waiting in the clustered hall when he heard that the McKinney's were around. Sighting them, he moved forward to say his greetings as a sign of respect. "Mr. McKinney, a pleasure to meet you," the chief officer said but Aspen's father wasn't in the mood for pleasantries. "This isn't a social call, chief. I guess you know why I am here," McKinney said, putting on a straight face. Cassy and Derek did same too. They were in a messy situ
A day after the brawl between Becker and Derek, Becker went to go visit the twins where they were being held.When he got to the building, he looked at his security guards guarding entrance and told them to keep their distance for the duration that he was there.He looked casual and neat, making him look completely innocent except for the bruises on his face."Hey kids! I'm home!" He said but he was met with silence. He knew that the kids weren't particularly fond of him and the fact that the news of their disappearance hadn't been reported yet baffled him.He walked to the courtyard and spotted them together, playing tea party. He scoffed at their childishness but still managed to put on a smile."Didn't you guys hear me call you?" He asked.Olletta turned in his direction and casted him a quick glance before taking her tea cup, "What do you want?""Is that a nice way to greet your uncle? Or should I say, soon to be father?"Zigfrid scoffed at the thought, "You're not our father.""E
With each passing day, trouble seemed to find the McKinney's. But Becker derived pleasure from seeing them suffer. With investors pulling out of Aspen's and Derek's company in their numbers, he was thrilled and even more deliberate in making sure that their companies went bankrupt.He sat in his study, his legs placed on the exotic wooden table before him and he puffed a smoke from his lips. He held his cuban cigar in one hand and watched as the wind played around with the curtains by the window.Like a lightning bolt, an idea struck him. In order to maximize the opportunity placed before him, he needed to position himself for it. He took a whig of the whiskey he had in his right hand before placing it back on the table. He picked up his phone from the table and dialed his lawyer's number.It was late at night when his lawyer picked up the phone."Hello? Who is this?" The lawyer asked, his voice husky.Becker scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Damian, I find it funny that you should be in
"Oh? That's all you have to say? Oh?" He asked, quizzically. He was stunned to say the least."Well, it looks like you don't listen to the news too often, my dear," Karina said, trying to get herself out of the mess she had put herself in."I don't exactly listen to the news if it doesn't concern me. What does that have to do with the question I just asked you?" He questioned. He needed answers and not this.Karina dropped her designer bag on the bed, moved closer to her husband and took a deep breath. "The thing is, Dulce has been the lady involved in the Aspen McKinney's scandal."His face morphed into one of shock as he stared at his wife wide eyes. "What the hell did you just say to me?" "In my defense, I thought you knew, dear.""Why didn't you say anything?" " Like I said, I thought you knew but didn't want to say anything," she shrugged."So my shameless daughter decides to come back after 5 years to the country and she ends up frolicking with Aspen and also ends up on nation
"Good. That leaves us two options then. We'll have to meet at an isolated location where no one will be able to eavesdrop. How does that sound?"Becker shrugged his shoulders. "Sounds good to me. Do you know somewhere around here?""Not quite. I need a little bit more time to work it out before we come to an agreement. I'll text you something in the morning. Have a good night, Becker.." With that Theodore hung up, leaving Becker feeling stupefied.He was still mulling over Theodore's offer and wondering what it'd be when he stifling a yawn. He took a whiff of his smoking cigar and quenched its light on the ashtray before heading for his room, enjoying the midnight breeze as he made his way to his bedroom.*******At the crack of dawn, Theodore was up and thinking about secret lairs he could use to meet up with Becker. He didn't want anyone finding out that he was meeting up with Becker.He needed someplace he could keep his eyes open while watching Becker's every move. There had been
Cassy McKinney starts out by introducing herself and saying, "Good day everyone. As you all know, my name is Mrs. Cassy McKinney. As a mother myself, I couldn't have imagined this day, but today is the beginning of the end for those who oppose the McKinneys'. This is not an open threat but this is to clear the air of all allegations leveled against my son, husband and our company. These lies that have been concocted to be the truth will be revealed soon."She continued. "The time has come...for everyone to stand for the truth and not be gullible or fall for every thing the media says. Until everything has been sorted out, I'll be taking charge of the company."She gave them a brief overview of the company before continuing. "My husband and I have discussed many times about how this should be handled. In addition to all the legal issues involved, we would like to raise awareness about the horrible accusations that have been spread about our family. They have caused us great hardship,
He was going to give them no quarter. The McKinneys would suffer as they had, but it would be all for his daughter's sake. There was nothing more beautiful than his precious Dulce because no matter how hard he tried to forget it, she had a striking resemblance with his late wife.She deserved everything good in life. A home that wasn't a war zone or being abandoned by a man who wanted only money and power. His heart hurt with grief each time he thought about how he had failed as a father.She opened her eyes slowly, staring into the darkness at nothing. "Dulce?" Theodore asked softly. "Can you hear me, sweetie?" Her gaze flicked around the room for a moment before focusing on her father. "Father."She didn't see Becker but before anything else could be done, she slipped into unconsciousness again. Theo reached out, grabbing hold of her hand. "It’s over, honey," he said hoarsely to her unconscious form. "All is forgiven now…" He looked down at her face and sighed, tears running unch
A month had gone by and everything was finally settling in. Dulce had moved into a new apartment with the kids and their nanny, Cynthia. Her former apartment brought her nightmares."Zig! Olletta! where are you guys?" she yelled. She was trying to get ready for her first date with Aspen and also prepare the kids for a weekend with their grandfather."Over here," Zigfrid called out from somewhere near the stairs, sounding tired. "We can't find Olletta. Have you seen her?""Hang on," Dulce said as she ran upstairs. She opened her bedroom door and immediately saw a pile of clothes on the floor."Mom! Where have you been?! You gotta pick us up in fifteen minutes!" Olletta cried.Dulce sighed. "Look, kiddos, we can't go to the mall today, because of our schedule.""But, it's summer!" Olletta whined."I know. But your grandfather is coming in to pick you and your brother up. Mummy wants an alone time with your dad," Dulce said, trying to convince Olleta. Olletta frowned slightly. "That sou
Eventually, she managed to calm down. Once she did, she pulled away from him. Her tears were still streaming down her cheeks."I'm so sorry for running away, papa," Dulce muttered.He smiled sadly. "It's okay. But, you know you had a choice in all of this. It's not your responsibility to be in this. You don't have to apologize for that," he reassured."I know. I just...," She trailed off."What is it sweetheart?""I mean, I didn't tell you the real reason I left. I just disappeared and I always felt bad about it. Even when I came back, I didn't come to see you.""Why?" he questioned.Dulce hesitated at first before answering her father. " I was afraid."He arched his brow. " Afraid of what?""I was afraid you'd hate me."Aspen, Derek, Cynthia and Mrs Cassy McKinney filed out of the room immediately they saw Dulce and Theodore having a father and daughter moment. They didn't want to interrupt.Once they were gone, Mr. Theodore Florencia approached his daughter once again. He gently car
"Yes ma'am," Cynthia said, her head slightly bowed."Why do you..." she wheezed a little. Cynthia reached out for the water and gave it to her. "Thanks. Now, why do you look like you were used as a punching bag?" She chuckled weakly.Cynthia sighed. "That isn't important right now. We'll talk about it when you're better," she said."Yeah," she replied slowly before coughing. She cleared her throat and swallowed hard. The doctor came closer to check her pulse."Everything looks fine to me. She's awake now and she seems alert enough to understand us. So I'd say it's safe to say she's going to be completely okay," the doctor confirmed. "We should get her discharged in a few days, but I want you to bring her back next week. She needs rest."Derek nodded. "Okay, doc."Dulce stiffened at the sound of a familiar voice. She looked in the direction of the voice and saw Derek and Aspen together and another stranger with them."Uhhh..." she slurred her words."Derek, why... are you here... wit
Theodore was shocked at the turn of events. He couldn't believe that he supported Becker. The very man who was behind his daughter's predicament. He couldn't believe that he almost fell for his bullshit.The thought of strangling Becker crossed his mind. He wrapped his hands in a fist as he paced up and down the court's hallways."Fuck!" he said, muttering under his breath. He was so angry and disappointed that he could hardly see straight. After a few minutes, he calmed down and took in a few deep breaths, attempting to calm himself down from his rage. He didn't want the others to know how agitated he was by the situation. No doubt they'd pity him, and that made him even angrier. "Fuck," he repeated, this time quietly. He ran his hand through his hair in an attempt to clear it out of his eyes.``Damnit, damnit, dammit...I shouldn't have been so easily swayed." The last thing he wanted was to make it seem like he had fallen for Becker's lies.Theodore tried to focus on calming himself
The defence calls Ms Cynthia, the nanny to Ms. Dulce Florencia's children, to the stand," the defense attorney said, beaming with pride.Everyone began muttering among themselves and the courtroom buzzed with excitement and speculation about whom it might be. Cynthia tried her best not to gulp nervously but judging by the glances people were sending her way, she failed miserably.As soon as she reached the stand, a familiar voice erupted from the spectators section. "How dare you show up here without telling anyone?!" The voice belonged to a female reporter. "Are you aware that you are a witness to a crime! I bet you're here for the money!" she screamed angrily."Excuse me?" Cynthia snapped. "What do you mean by that? Did this reporter just assume that I was here because of some money? Do you think this is funny?!" Cynthia yelled furiously.Everyone hushed and fell silent. People stared wide eyed at Cynthia, waiting to see how she was going to react. Cynthia stood there, breathing hea
At the crack of dawn, Cynthia had struggled her way out of bed. She ruffled her hair a bit so she wouldn't be recognized before stepping out of her ward sneakily.As she passed the corner of her ward's hallway, a smooth feminine voice stopped her. Her heart sank to the pit of her stomach."Hey! Checked the patient in Room 3?" the voice asked. Cynthia turned and a nurse stood before her."Uh..." She stuttered."Oh, my bad. I assumed you were a nurse," the nurse said.She smiled kindly at Cynthia before gesturing for her to keep going. Cynthia continued on her way. After a brief moment of hesitation, she slipped into the hall towards her destination.She didn't want to be caught unawares and. so she put up a straight face and walked briskly out of the hospital, avoiding conversations of any kind until she got to the road.She glanced around her and relaxed. No one was here.With an air of confidence, she began walking down the sidewalk. Her mind raced over what she might need to do nex
Ms Linda, I wish I could reveal everything to you but I can't. I'm grateful for what you and your daughter have done for me," Cynthia said, wishing they wouldn't ask her more questions.She didn't know the answer to any of them and she wasn't sure she wanted to. All it did was make her want to disappear even more than she already did. "But, I still have things I need to deal with and I need your help.''The girl's mother nodded, accepting her words at face value."What is it? Name it," Linda encouraged her to speak freely."Well...I don't really know how to explain this..."she trailed off not knowing where to start. "But I need to make a call and I was wondering if you could lend me your phone for a few minutes."Cynthia wasn't sure if they'd agree to her request but she needed to ask anyway. Her life would be in danger if anyone ever knew that she was alive."Oh, Cynthia, of course we'll let you borrow our phones to make a call. How about five minutes? You know you just got up and you
"Oh my goodness!" a young girl of nine years old gasps in shock."What is it again, Maya? See something amusing again?" the middle aged lady questions."Mum, look!" she says and points in the direction of Cynthia. Cynthia was walking haphazardly along the road, clinging on to dear life and praying that a miracle happens. "The poor lady looks like she could use some help.""That's because we're not helping." the girl's mother says, as she drives the car closer towards Cynthia, who was trying hard but failing to hold herself up. "We can't just abandon the lady like that . She looks so helpless," Maya reacts sadly."Yes, yes you can," her mother, Ms Linda warns sternly." I can't believe you right now, mum!" the little girl says sadly before folding her arms. together and looking at her side of the window, not wanting to see her mother drive past the wounded lady without helping.Ms Linda scoffs. "Oh come on! I'm just messing with you. Of course we'll help her. Hopefully she's okay but
"Get up you slut!" one of the thugs said.It had been days since Cynthia was constantly tortured and her body showed proof. The marks on her body were enough to leave scars. A lot of bruises and cuts had formed over time. Her clothes were torn, dirty, and her hair messy. She was just lying there on the floor with no energy at all. One of the thugs kicked her face. "Get up or we're gonna fuck it up!" Another thug said angrily. He didn't mean it seriously though; he was just angry because she wasn't moving. Cynthia looked around trying to gather herself as much as possible but she couldn't muster up any strength. She was still too weak, too exhausted even. There weren't any other options though, so she stayed limp. The thugs grabbed her arms harshly and pulled her up.They threw her across the room. They kicked her once before hitting her in the stomach. Cynthia groaned from pain and tried to curl into a fetal position. She wanted to die right then and there. But if she died then the