Andrew had taken the decision to begin the hunt for Luke Morgan from that night. Ysabelle had been in agreement. Their carelessness might put their heads under the guillotine.With a silencer gun, they were able to take their opponents by surprise. Ysabelle did not waste time, she started her killing from the secret building. She smiled in relish at the startled look on their faces as she took them down. The soldiers that had disguised themselves as part of the staff showed up at her back effectively.But that was not her main fight, she soon backed out and returned to the lodgings. The officers had gathered the politicians present and the celebrities in one room. But Jordan, Jonathan and Luke Morgan were not among them.Marching determinedly, she began checking the room all around, she had checked every room but Jordan was nowhere to be found.Bringing out her phone, she put Andrew on the dial.“This is the wrong time to be calling, and I am sure you know that” Came Andrew’s breathle
“I hate hospitals” came the croaked groan of Jordan Bells as his celebrity mood kicked in. His head was bandaged and his shoulder was in a cast beside him. He roused his head up, gasping at the drip that was connected to his body. “I will suggest you don’t move at all,” Mark said hurriedly, seeing he was awake. Jordan groaned “What happened?” Mark looked at him suspiciously, his gaze forlorn. “ Are you saying you don’t remember anything? That is strange. It is not like you were shot in the head or anything. Perhaps your head had suffered a major hit when you were inside that boot” Jordan eyed him badly which shut him up promptly. He tried to sit up but abandoned the effort, mumbling in pain again. “Ahhh was pain reliever not administered?” Mark shook his head “How would I know that? I am not a medical practitioner you know. I will call the doctor to check on you” He said and made to leave the room. “Forget that for now. Come closer” Jordan commanded, Mark did not think much of t
The disciplinary committee had not been lenient with Ysabelle at all. She could only stand there and watch as she was stripped of her barge, her faults were endless. She had managed to sabotage a mission that had been planned for so long and allowed a wanted criminal to escape and she had even operated on public grounds without permission from her superiors before carrying out the bombing. Their excuse of it being bomb testing received a huge backlash from the sitting government and the public, saying they were further destroying the environment and destroying the ozone layer with the burning. They had needed to offer a written apology. An action that her superiors found distasteful, they hated having to do that. Her most important crime was not shooting Luke Morgan when she had him in the jungle. She had chosen Jordan over him. That romance as they had termed it was not acceptable. The surveillance drone captured her dramatic act vividly. She had chosen her lover over the crimina
Avidly monitoring Andrew’s movement with his phone as he sat in the makeup room. It has been three months since his father had given up the ghost. It had felt like a harsh nightmare. No one to call and nag at him, no one to bicker with him. No matter how much they fought, he loved his father so much. His only solace was the fact that Luke Morgan was also dead. Which was comforting. Getting the shares back was not an easy task, as some of the investors refused to sell. And the seating CEO was not friendly. Jonas Brick was frustrating every chance of Jordan becoming a major shareholder once again. But he didn’t relent. He worked relentlessly, gaining more fame and money to be able to buy them all off. He didn’t have the time to rule the company but he wanted the company registered back in his father’s name. Bells Agency should be in memory of him. It had not been easy but it was accomplished. First of all, Jonas was displaced as the CEO and a friend of his father assumed the position m
Jordan was busy recording a new hit single that was inspired by his recent heartbreak. He was with Bells Agency’s producers working tirelessly in the studio. He had not even eaten, which was fast frustrating Mark where he sat looking forlorn. Jordan had tried to make Mark leave his employ but the young man had been adamant saying his father had hired him to watch over Jordan and he was not going to slack in his duties. According to him, he feared, Jordan might kill himself from depression. He rarely slept and ate sparingly. He took meaningless drives around every military station in Yusama. To the extent that Mark feared he was going to get himself killed one of these when he could no longer hold his resentment in check. He had refused to answer the media no matter the type of article that was released. Ysabelle had been hugely defamed by the media that Mark feared she might be dismissed from her job. He missed Ysabelle like crazy but was too much of an adult to admit it. The door
With the approaching Holidays, Ysabelle had asked for her well-deserved two days' leave. She needed a break from the looks and whispers. Otherwise, she might be tempted to break her good-girl act. If there was anything she hated the most about the whole thing. It was being in the same station as her brother, James. He controlled her schedule like she had no mind of her own. How her brothers expected her to marry Andrew was beyond her. Though she and Andrew had a working frenemy relationship. They would kill each other if they as much as sat to have dinner. But she could play along, if they all thought she was docile to that level then she would shake the foundation of their beliefs when she disappeared from the wedding altar. They were all so impossible. Her being quiet does not mean she was docile and agrees to their every wish. She would give them a mad awakening soon. Jordan rejecting her hurt like hell but she was a strong woman and would not break down so easily. She would climb
Jordan was getting tired of driving under Andrew’s instructions. The soldier backed out orders as though he was talking to a junior. But he kept his mouth shut and endured it. If he wanted to see Ysabelle faster he had to cooperate. Jordan was about to take the bend towards the station entrance when he saw a green truck speed out of the compound with the security officers shouting and offering curses after the truck. A flash of the woman’s long hair snapped Jordan out of his reverie. That was Ysabelle. That behaviour was odd for the docile soul that Andrew had described. “I have to get down here. Just follow her. And make sure you are smart about it. She is still an Officer after all and will notice if trailed. I hope this car of ours does not have your name customized on it” Andrew asked opening the car door and rushing to check the plate numbers. “Were you not aware of that before you jumped in?” Jordan asked unable to hide his irritation. Ysabelle was gaining distance and he wou
The sound of running water was what woke Ysabelle from her sleep. She was so exhausted and her body ached a tone. Her legs had not ached so much not even during all of her endurance training. Jordan had not allowed her to rest at all. He made love to her over and over. She had matched his stamina the first time but had soon allowed him to take the lead the other times. He was insatiable. She lay quietly as he came out with a towel tied around him. He came to her straight, “Come on, you have to shower. I have a few places to take you” “Where is that?” Ysabelle asked lazily “My family home is here. It is where my father was buried.” Ysabelle sat up at that but the pain made her hit Jordan “gosh, you caused this. You would not stop” “I didn’t particularly hear you stop me. You even encouraged me more, I remember you asking for more” “My boyfriend is so shameless” “Do you need help getting to the bathroom I can assure you that I can be of help” He teased her. He carried her anyway
With Jordan atop her, she could barely get a hold of her surroundings. He was making her lose her senses fast, with the way he kept up throughout the night. He didn’t want to stop, though they were bound to be late for their dinner with her family if they kept making love. He kissed her ending all sighs of protest from her. His body reeked of the sweat from their lovemaking. He moaned atop her, holding her firmly giving her no room for escape. Their lips duelled for a long time before he finally climaxed inside her. He rolled off her, taking her with him. “You had better inform my brothers that you are going to marry me, otherwise you might leave there with a broken leg,” She said huskily trying to get her breath back. Jordan laughed, his handsome face flashing with a cheeky grin. “I have that all sorted out.” he leaned forward and reached out into his bedside drawer. He opened it and brought out two diamond rings. “You like it?” He asked sheepishly. “Yes, I do” “Let's have our
Immediately after she had gotten off from Jordan’s car, Ysabelle sensed something was off. The message, the timing of the call Jordan had gotten. It was only when she got to the truck that she got it. Luke Morgan was still on the run and he had Jordan. She had no idea if his mother was truly alive or if it was voice phishing. But she had heard enough. A smart criminal should have stayed dead and lived his life quietly since he wouldn’t, she would be kind to end it for him. She had driven the same truck with all the pig’s blood smeared on it. She had sent an emergency signal to the Headquarters just in case. She hoped they acted on it though and had sped like crazy to get to Jordan. His earnest wish was to see his mother and he might act rashly to get her. Ysabelle could spy the woman out hiding beside large cartons of drugs that were stored in the factory. With the bullets flying at her, she had her eyes only on one person. Jordan, he was limp against Luke Morgan and was being drag
The bag that was placed on his head was removed non too gently. He was soon sent to the floor with several kicks and punches. “Leave him alone” Jordan sat up, his face full of bruises, “Bastard” He cursed as the unmistakable form of Luke Morgan came into the open. Jeez, he had been too relaxed. “ Where is my mother?” “Are you sure that is what you are most curious about? Judging from your situation. Your question should be how are you still alive? “Luke said smugly. A seat was brought forward for him, he sat like a chief while his thugs hung around him. “Where is my mother?” Jordan screamed. He didn’t care about Luke Morgan. All he wanted was his mother. The thug closest to him dragged him forward and threw him at Luke’s feet. It was then Jordan observed him. His body was burnt, a section of his face was scarred beyond repair. Jordan’s attention was snagged back when a gun was pressed to his temple. “ Your father died for you the last time, I wonder if it will be your mother th
The sound of running water was what woke Ysabelle from her sleep. She was so exhausted and her body ached a tone. Her legs had not ached so much not even during all of her endurance training. Jordan had not allowed her to rest at all. He made love to her over and over. She had matched his stamina the first time but had soon allowed him to take the lead the other times. He was insatiable. She lay quietly as he came out with a towel tied around him. He came to her straight, “Come on, you have to shower. I have a few places to take you” “Where is that?” Ysabelle asked lazily “My family home is here. It is where my father was buried.” Ysabelle sat up at that but the pain made her hit Jordan “gosh, you caused this. You would not stop” “I didn’t particularly hear you stop me. You even encouraged me more, I remember you asking for more” “My boyfriend is so shameless” “Do you need help getting to the bathroom I can assure you that I can be of help” He teased her. He carried her anyway
Jordan was getting tired of driving under Andrew’s instructions. The soldier backed out orders as though he was talking to a junior. But he kept his mouth shut and endured it. If he wanted to see Ysabelle faster he had to cooperate. Jordan was about to take the bend towards the station entrance when he saw a green truck speed out of the compound with the security officers shouting and offering curses after the truck. A flash of the woman’s long hair snapped Jordan out of his reverie. That was Ysabelle. That behaviour was odd for the docile soul that Andrew had described. “I have to get down here. Just follow her. And make sure you are smart about it. She is still an Officer after all and will notice if trailed. I hope this car of ours does not have your name customized on it” Andrew asked opening the car door and rushing to check the plate numbers. “Were you not aware of that before you jumped in?” Jordan asked unable to hide his irritation. Ysabelle was gaining distance and he wou
With the approaching Holidays, Ysabelle had asked for her well-deserved two days' leave. She needed a break from the looks and whispers. Otherwise, she might be tempted to break her good-girl act. If there was anything she hated the most about the whole thing. It was being in the same station as her brother, James. He controlled her schedule like she had no mind of her own. How her brothers expected her to marry Andrew was beyond her. Though she and Andrew had a working frenemy relationship. They would kill each other if they as much as sat to have dinner. But she could play along, if they all thought she was docile to that level then she would shake the foundation of their beliefs when she disappeared from the wedding altar. They were all so impossible. Her being quiet does not mean she was docile and agrees to their every wish. She would give them a mad awakening soon. Jordan rejecting her hurt like hell but she was a strong woman and would not break down so easily. She would climb
Jordan was busy recording a new hit single that was inspired by his recent heartbreak. He was with Bells Agency’s producers working tirelessly in the studio. He had not even eaten, which was fast frustrating Mark where he sat looking forlorn. Jordan had tried to make Mark leave his employ but the young man had been adamant saying his father had hired him to watch over Jordan and he was not going to slack in his duties. According to him, he feared, Jordan might kill himself from depression. He rarely slept and ate sparingly. He took meaningless drives around every military station in Yusama. To the extent that Mark feared he was going to get himself killed one of these when he could no longer hold his resentment in check. He had refused to answer the media no matter the type of article that was released. Ysabelle had been hugely defamed by the media that Mark feared she might be dismissed from her job. He missed Ysabelle like crazy but was too much of an adult to admit it. The door
Avidly monitoring Andrew’s movement with his phone as he sat in the makeup room. It has been three months since his father had given up the ghost. It had felt like a harsh nightmare. No one to call and nag at him, no one to bicker with him. No matter how much they fought, he loved his father so much. His only solace was the fact that Luke Morgan was also dead. Which was comforting. Getting the shares back was not an easy task, as some of the investors refused to sell. And the seating CEO was not friendly. Jonas Brick was frustrating every chance of Jordan becoming a major shareholder once again. But he didn’t relent. He worked relentlessly, gaining more fame and money to be able to buy them all off. He didn’t have the time to rule the company but he wanted the company registered back in his father’s name. Bells Agency should be in memory of him. It had not been easy but it was accomplished. First of all, Jonas was displaced as the CEO and a friend of his father assumed the position m
The disciplinary committee had not been lenient with Ysabelle at all. She could only stand there and watch as she was stripped of her barge, her faults were endless. She had managed to sabotage a mission that had been planned for so long and allowed a wanted criminal to escape and she had even operated on public grounds without permission from her superiors before carrying out the bombing. Their excuse of it being bomb testing received a huge backlash from the sitting government and the public, saying they were further destroying the environment and destroying the ozone layer with the burning. They had needed to offer a written apology. An action that her superiors found distasteful, they hated having to do that. Her most important crime was not shooting Luke Morgan when she had him in the jungle. She had chosen Jordan over him. That romance as they had termed it was not acceptable. The surveillance drone captured her dramatic act vividly. She had chosen her lover over the crimina