“I didn’t do any of that!” The doctor yelled back. “I was framed. Someone framed me!” “I’ll advise you to sit down,” the detective said with a bored expression on his face. “That’s not why we’re here. We’re here to discuss your involvement in Mrs Roman’s case.” “That has nothing to do with me,” the doctor argued, sitting back down. “I already told you. She came in with her husband and asked for birth control pills which I gave them. Why would he sue me now for something I have no idea about.” “Oh Jonah Roman isn’t the one suing you,” the detective assured him. “It’s Mr Xavier Roman.” A look of confused terror clouded the doctor’s face. “The richest man in…” he began. “What’s his business with…” “Oh he’s married to Mrs Charlotte now. You didn’t know?” The detective said, enjoying the terrified look that marred the doctor’s face. “I’ll advise you just confess to all you know because we already have all the evidence. Mr Xavier’s private detectives were able to find out everything y
Since Jonah had escaped the country, all the police could do was ask for an extradition. Charlotte blamed herself for it. If she hadn’t opened her big mouth to tell Clara the things she had told her, Jonah would have never known he was about to be arrested. Jonah’s family was kept under constant supervision which was the only better option besides arresting them for hiding him. Xavier could have made that possible. The court procession made national news for days. The doctor had made sure to pull everyone else involved with him since he was going down. Top politicians, businessmen, prominent men and even some women were dragged for being a part of his deal. Several of them pled not guilty and were able to overrule the evidence set against them because they had the money to do so, but the sting was already there. No one doubted one single name that was mentioned by the doctor. Charlotte could half be satisfied with that conclusion. She got to meet the doctor one and one and asked h
Mia was staring into space for the umpteenth time that day as she sat on the sofa with her hands wrapped around her knees. It had only been a matter of time. She and the rest of the family had money issues for a long while now which somehow got worse the more they tried to make things better. She had known it would only be a matter of time for everything to crumble, but never imagined it would be this bad. Her son Jonah had fucked her up again just like he always did, but this time she couldn’t entirely blame him. She had been a fool to forget how smart her brother Xavier was. “Mom, the bank is calling again,” her daughter Julia told her, holding the receiver in the air. Mia sighed and adjusted her position. They had been calling all day to say the same thing. “Answer it,” she told her. After a few nods and disgruntled arguments, Julia dropped the phone. “They’re saying they’ll take the house,” Julia said, flopping next to her mother on the couch. Mia straightened and stomped
Mia scowled and got up speedily from the floor before walking up to her daughter and snatching the phone from her. “So you finally decided to call, you bastard!” She yelled into the phone. “Mom, I…” Jonah stuttered. “What do you want now! I wish I could see you right now. I would have killed you with my bare hands. You’ve ruined us, you beast! Now no one will talk to us not to talk of helping us out. Everyone avoids us like the plague because of your insensible actions,” she kept yelling as veins appeared on her forehead and the base of her neck. “Mom, I’m sorry,” he said, his voice breaking. “I never meant for her to find out. Or for any of this to go public. I never wanted you to suffer.” “All I’ve done ever since you grew up to be something is suffer,” she lamented, clicking her tongue. “You never thought to tell me on time so I could clean up this mess? You never bothered to tell me about the conversation you had with your uncle or even the fact that he had recorded it. I wou
“Good morning angel,” Charlotte greeted her husband that morning with a kiss on the forehead. Xavier opened his eyes slowly and smiled once he noticed her. She was holding a tray of sweet smelling food in her hands and was preparing the table beside them to place it there. “Shouldn’t that be my line?” He asked jokingly, rubbing his eyes and sitting up. “It’ll be your line next time you wake me up with food,” she answered. Charlotte left the food on the bedside table and lay down on his chest, looking up at him. “Has anyone told you how handsome you look when you sleep?” Xavier put his hands in her hair as he smiled down at his wife and yawned. “Yes, but only now do I believe it,” he said. Charlotte blushed but rolled her eyes to conceal it. “Don’t be cheesy.” She tried to get up from him to serve the food, but he held her back. “Where are you going?” He asked. “To serve the food. It’s not breakfast in the bed if we don’t actually eat,” she chuckled and dramatically held her n
“Must be nice to be the boss,” Charlotte said with a chuckle. “Must be nice being married to the boss,” Xavier said back, holding her closer. “What do we do then? If we don’t go to work?” She asked, the movement of her fingers slowing down on his chest. Xavier turned to face her, supporting his head with his elbow. “Is it that scary to spend an entire day with me?” “No that’s not what I mean at all,” she corrected. “It’s just been so long since I had a whole day besides the weekend to myself so it feels illegal for some reason.” “Even though your boss has already cleared you?” He asked. Charlotte gazed at a spot behind him while she stroked his chin. “I don’t want the other workers to think you’re giving me preferential treatment or something.” Xavier snorted. “They’re free to think that. I want to give you preferential treatment. If anyone has a problem with that, they can hand in their resignation letter to me.” Charlotte pursed her lips. “I know you mean well, but this is
The ballroom reminded Charlotte of her engagement party. It was exactly the same setting, except that whoever was throwing this party must have spent a fortune on it. Every part of the room glowed and it didn’t take her long to discover the chandeliers were made out of real diamonds. Charlotte linked her hands through Xavier’s tightly as they made their way into the hall, as if she was afraid she would go missing if he ever left her. During the short while she had been Xavier’s wife, she had attended a few of these kinds of setting and should probably have gotten used to them, yet she always got an eerie vibe from billionaires who spent fortunes just to act like fools around one another. The fact that basically everyone had come in with a mask on (it was that kind of party) should have made her more comfortable, but it didn’t. She could still make out familiar faces behind their masks and knew they weren’t fooling anyone. “Mr Roman you made it!” A man Charlotte recognized as the
“Why do you want us to leave?” Charlotte asked when Xavier started to pull her away from the venue with no explanation. “We just have to. I’ll tell you everything when I can.” “Stop,” she snapped, pulling her hand away from his. Maybe it was the little shots of alcohol she had taken during the party to help her relax, but everything seemed to be moving so fast. Nothing was making sense anymore and she was tired of being carried along when she was the only person that didn’t know what was going on. “Is it because of that woman? Do you know who she is?” A part of her wished she hadn’t cut off that woman. She had said she had something to say about Xavier… No. She had to stop this. It was good she didn’t listen to the crazy lady. Whatever she had to say would be something blown out of proportion that would end up leading her through another circle of distrust. To be honest, she was sick and tired of that. “I’m not sure,” he said. “Then why are you in a hurry for us to leave?” Xa