MIA"Where are you coming from by this time, Jared?" I stood from the sofa I was occupying before my husband walked in. "Hi, babe." He greeted but without making an effort to have it sound loving as it used to. Nerves knotted and anger was ready to flare. "Don't 'hi babe' me in that nonchalant tone of yours, Jared. It's past ten pm and you're just coming in? You're a married man for fuck's sake!"He merely stared, watching me display my anger. "Won't you say something?!" I was even more vexed at the calmness he was exuding."What do you want me to say?" He shrugged, making to walk past me, towards the stairs. I blocked his path. "That you were out with Hailey and her son today!"His brow raised in surprise. "How did you know?"I folded my arms. "You're not even denying it.""Why should I? You already know the truth." He stuck both his hands in his pockets. It was my turn to be surprised. "So you're having an affair with that bitch?! Huh?! Or is this some stupid plan to get her so
"Good night, Hailey." Uncle Pete yawned, kissing my hair before leaving for his room."Good night, uncle Pete." I watched him trudge the stairs. Then he turned. "Are you sure you're not ready for bed?""While you were out this afternoon, I napped. So I'm not yet sleepy." I told him."Alright." He shrugged, emitted another yawn and continued his journey up the stairs to his room. Everyone in the house was asleep, including the maids, Miss Nancy and my son.When I saw he was out of sight, I tiptoed to the entrance and walked out of the house, heading for the electronic gate. Once outside the compound, I took the short walk with street lamps guiding my steps till I reached the small building.I'd worked on it and had it in a better shape. Money brought quicker results. I knocked on the door. "Good evening, ma'am." The young nurse opened the door for me."Good evening, Nora. Where are Landon and Brittany?" I asked of the other medical professionals I'd hired to care for Noah. It wasn
'New York's second most influential businessman, the CEO of Johnson Investment, the many time award winning Business Man Of The Year and the youngest political candidate for the senatorial position in the United States, Jared Johnson, caught in a videotape having s€x with his secretary, Miss Celine Bordeaux.'I stared in shock at the screen of my phone as I read the pop-up notification news."What the hell?!" I blinked repeatedly.My hands shook as I clicked the play button. Moans and groans filled my ear.Jared?! How could he? What was wrong with him?!Anger, jealousy, bitterness and every other emotions choked my windpipe, restricting my airflow.My hands trembled badly as I rose from my bed and ran for the door.Uncle Pete needed to hear this. Read this.It was still early in the morning and he would still be sleeping but this was a matter of urgency.I was going to wake him, I didn'
"How were you able to record this, uncle Pete?" I was still in shock over what I'd heard Mia and Martha say in that record. How could Mia do this to her husband? Guilt wanted to grip tight when I remembered I'd also slept with Jared but then again, this wasn't a new thing between she and Jerome.Mia had been playing Jared and Jerome from highschool days. Unbelievable!"The morning I went to..." The ringing of his phone interrupted him. He took the phone from the table, a furrow appeared on his forehead. He looked up at me, surprised tinged with curiosity ladened his gaze. "What is it, uncle Pete? Who's calling?"He showed me the screen of his phone but the call ended before I could see the name. It started ringing immediately again, once again, he put the phone in my face. A brow quirked in surprise. "Speak of one of the devils." "She never calls by this time." He said. "Pick to know why." I urged. "Hello, Martha." He put the phone on loudspeaker so I could listen in too. "Pl
The room was in a pensive state, as though someone had died. I watched Martha take a deep breath and another sip of her alcohol.I was eager to know what happened twenty years ago, just as I knew uncle Pete was too."I received a call from an anonymous number one day, asking me to come see them. I couldn't recognize the voice. I ended the call and went back to taking care of Jared who was sick at the time." She paused and took another swig of her glass. "The number called again and threatened my husband's life if I didn't obey. By this time, you and Percy had traveled for a business trip." She directed to uncle Pete."I tried to call his words bluff and ignore. I had no idea how he knew but he explained where I lived and how he could drive in and take my sons away, I became scared. I dialed Percy's phone, it didn't connect, yours too. I was about to call the police when the call came in again and told me not to involve the police. I got really scared. It was night, I was alone with
"You knew this and you didn't say anything?! Fuck!" Uncle Pete raged, boiling with justified anger. "I-I'm s-sorry. I didn't know. I-I...I thought he was trying to s-scare me." Martha cried pitifully, tears and snot mixing. "You obviously chose a woman like yourself for your son! You want her to ruin him the way you ruined my brother! Fuck you, Martha!" Uncle Pete's eyes were red as though he was fighting back tears. The sorrow and mourning in his eyes. He was remembering his twin brother, Jared's father.The whole issue was very complicated and family drama entangled in a very intricate pattern. But something was nagging at me. "If Jerome is not responsible for his father's death, why...how then did you guys believe he did it and why was he out of the picture for so long?" I directed to both of them, waiting for whoever to clear this up for me. "He used to hangout with Mia's younger brother. He was older than the boy but no one knew his reason for being with the boy except Jerom
JARED What was the stares for? My staff had been staring at me from the moment I stepped in through the glass door of my company. Now that I had stepped out of my private elevator, they were still looking at me. Why? Was it because of my new custom-made suit? I was accustomed to the lusty looks my female staff threw my way almost everyday. Even Sam Denory who was gay never failed to swallow me with his eyes. I usually ignored all of the stares but today was different. It was lusty nor appreciative, rather it was judgemental. Heads raised when I got close to my office, the looks were beginning to grate my nerves. Celine's work space was empty. "Why are you guys looking at me?" My tone had them lowering their heads back to focus on their respective jobs. "Where's Celine?" I asked. "She's in the bathroom, sir." Someone answered. "Tell her to come see me as soon as she's back." I instructed, then walked into my office, closing the door. I had a new business deal to sort thr
I was not listening. No, I could not listen. Everything was a blur, words flew over and at me, I heard voices but nothing was sticking in head. My brain cells were a scramble in that moment. Tears fell incessantly, my heart pounded so hard that I thought it would pull out from my chest. My knees buckled, every part of me trembled. I wanted to cry out, to rid myself of this shocking, brutal pain but I couldn't.Only tears fell. I saw the tall figure of someone hastening towards uncle Pete and me. Uncle Pete was still talking to the doctor.I was not interested in whatever she had to say. Nothing she could say that would stop this pain and fill my heart back with hope."What's going on, uncle Pete?" This person reached our side.I had no idea if he got his answer or not but he stooped to look at me. I turned my head to meet his gaze, to see his expression.My tears would not let me take a proper, clarifying look.His lips moved, he was saying something to me. But I was too far away t
THREE YEARS LATER...I stood outside in front the prison's huge gate, Zion and Zaya, still having their sibling rivalry, stood beside me. I paid them no mind. The day they would not argue, I would be genuinely worried. Jared stood beside me as I held a cardboard paper in view, waiting for her. "Where is she?" I questioned impatiently.Uncle Pete and Miss Nancy were home, they couldn't come because Miss Nancy had just put to bed a beautiful set of twin boys. The twin gene was really strong in the Johnson family. Celine was due at any moment. Funny right? Dylan had proposed a year after my wedding. Celine was expecting her first child but was advised to stay home and to stress as little as possible. That was what happened when your husband was a big shot doctor.The gates opened and there she was. I beamed.Zion and Zaya, now eight years of age, ran forward in unison, forgetting their meaningless squabble. "Aunt Denise!""Hey!" She opened her arms, stooping to hug them only they wer
When I finally came to, the first thing I heard was the steady beeping of the heart's monitor. I blinked reflexively as the bulb overhead hurt my eyes some. I tried to raise myself to a sitting position but a groan escaped my lips."Hailey." Someone rushed to the bed, helping me to sit up.It was Jared. "W-what happened? I had a dream. A weird dream." I told him, looking quite disoriented. "Really? What kind of dream was that?" He asked, tucking hair behind my ears. "I saw Zaya. Zion was holding her hand and they...they..." Emotions swamped me, making it difficult for me to continue speaking.I swallowed hard, trying to dislodge tears suck in my throat. He heaved a sigh. "It was not a dream, baby. Zaya is alive. I'm as shocked as you are but after uncle Pete and Miss Nancy explained all that happened, I am just thankful she's alive." Emotions rose to his throat. "No." I shook my head, not wanting to believe. "No, no. Zaya died. I saw her body. She...she laid there unconscious an
"Thank you Brenda, you did a superb job." I shook hands with the very pretty bartender dressed in revealing clothes as the cops threw handcuffs around the wrists of drugged, oblivious Philip and Derek.Finally, I did it. Actually, to be fair, I had help. Jared and me had tracked them to the location Denise had provided and it was true. I realized they frequented a rundown bar at this remote area and they were smart to because no one would have ever traced them here."It's my pleasure. Plus, the money was too good to pass up." She seemed pleased with herself. "Just a second." I left her to go get my checkbook and pen from my bag sitting in the car. I returned to her with these, wrote a figure and extended it to her. "This is thank you for a job well done."She took the check, her eyes bulged in both excitement and shock. "This is freaking much! What the hell do I do with so much money?"My eyes did a quick sweep of her work environment, then moved back to her. "You can pursue your dr
"I don't know why you brought me here. You could have come alone." I folded my arms, staring with a displeased expression at the entrance of the police station. "You need this." Jared said, turning off the engine and unbuckling his seatbelt. "Aren't you getting out?""I told you I'm not ready. I don't know what to tell her. I'm not even sure I want to talk to her, I can't forget the fact that she had a hand in my father's death.""Fine. Then don't talk, let me do the talking. I just want you to be available so you can hear the information she has. You want Philip and Derek to pay for what they have done to you, don't you?" He shifted to face me. "I guess." My tone was reluctant."Good, because I want Philip to pay for killing my father." His jaw tightened.I frowned a little. "You've never been this upset ever since...I don't know, he was your father-in-law.""A big mistake. My father's death ruined my family with my mother as an accomplice." His words were bitter to the ears. I pl
I was dressed for the event — a simple tank top and distressed denim shorts. It was time to pluck off another adversary.I opened the door and turned on the lights. "There you are." My smile was anything but welcoming or friendly. "And I thought I smelled a rotten fish." She spat, looking unkempt and dirty. And she was tied to a chair. "Oh, that'll be you seeing as you haven't had your bath in like...well, weeks." I drew a chair from the wall, placed it few feet from hers and sat. "Forgive my lack of hospitality, I've been busy.""It's been a while. What do you want?" Her once shiny red hair was now a matted mess. "Revenge." I simply said. As though on cue, I heard a rap on the door. I opened it to allow Celine and Jared walk in. Jared was carrying a box of things I'd asked for. "You bitch! You think I'm scared of you?" She was trying to act strong but the little quiver in her voice gave her away. "I think you already are." I emptied the contents in the box.I heard her gasp. "
"Room 48." I mumbled, blowing nerves away. I was here and there was no turning back. Uncle Pete and Jared had no idea where I was going. I'd lied about picking some things for Zion from the store. This should be over in no time. I raised a fist and rapped gently but firmly on the door. "Who's that?"Two of the cops had followed me upstairs but were hiding from view. That sounded like the President's voice. I knocked again, cleared my tone in a bit to disguise it and said. "Room service."There was seconds of silence, then the padding of feet coming towards the door. The door opened. "We didn't order any..." The rest of his words were drowned by shock."Hello, Mr. President." I plastered on a smile. "Can I come in?" He was yet to see the cops."Get out." Fear and anger had him growl out those words. He tried to shut the door in my face but before he succeeded, I had a foot stuck between the door and used all of my power to push it open, making him lose balance and fall to the gro
"Uncle Pete!" I dashed into the room to envelope him into a hug, not minding the presence of Miss Nancy and a nurse. He hugged me back, his chuckle a bit weak. "I missed you too."I blinked my eyes, struggling back tears and swallowing emotions lodged stubbornly in my throat. "I'm so glad you're okay, uncle Pete. I...I... thought..." I couldn't even say the words out loud. "You thought what? I'm going nowhere for a long, long time, babygirl."My heart swelled with both gratitude and love for the man. It was the first time he would be using such an endearing term in that soft, affectionate tone. "You'd better not.""Can't...breathe." He said, still hugging me. "Thank you for saving my life. Thank you." I sniffled. "I owe you everything, my life included." "I did what I'm supposed to do, Hailey. You don't have to thank me for that." He rubbed my back. I held onto him for a few more moment. "Save some for us, Hailey." Celine who had come with me chuckled. I let go, finally paying
Jared unbuckled my seatbelt and pulled me onto his laps, I could not stop sobbing. "Shh. It's okay.""I...I..." I hiccuped, words failing me. "You don't have to say anything now." His hand on my back, comforting and soothing was a bit helpful."But...oh God. I don't want to believe her, but..." I trailed off as more tears interrupted my speech."Me too. I thought she just being her sly self but when I heard her talk, I knew she wasn't lying."I sniffled back snot, raising my head to look at him. "You heard her talk? When?""When we worked together. See, everyone makes mistakes, including your father. And that mistake led to his untimely, unfortunate demise. Denise too and we both know where the mistake landed her.""I can't imagine being poor and having a rich father who didn't want you. I know my dad was wrong to have pretended Denise didn't exist but killing him didn't solve anything. She only killed the man I've loved all my life till the day he died.""And I'm sorry for that. I
"He's not our son." Was the only argument I could come up with. Disappointment and disbelief darkened his eyes. "So you're prepared to let that young boy who left his country to provide a life for himself and his family to die in a fight that doesn't concern him? Coming from you, a mother?"Guilty speared, so I kept mute, partly to reflect. "Look, babe, I know you've been through a lot and Kazim was giving every information to bring every injustice to an end and the people responsible to book and he has done a wonderful job so far, but it was getting too heated. He was digging in too deep and I feared it was only a matter of time before he would wound up dead probably in some remote location. I know you're a good person and would never want to put his life at risk, you just wanted to fight back the only way you knew how."I hated that the anger was no longer aimed at him. I felt ashamed that he'd considered the risks while I was only interested in what Kazim had to offer. "Where is