Los Altos Hills, California, a beautiful cityscape with an alluring view; is home to not just the high and mighty families of the United States of America but also to dangerous men such as Andrew Tate aka Wolf. He runs the streets of Los Altos Hills and dominates the darkest hours of the night, even bringing this darkness into daylight.Amanda stood in front of the most feared man in California, her legs shaking beneath her. Her body was soaked in her sweat. He was roasting her with his core male chauvinistic attributes and gangsterism. "I demand an answer, Amanda! Why did you hold back from carrying out my orders"? He asked coercively." I _____I_____her so_____" She could not say anything coherently; panic was choking her.Wolf pounded his palm on the desk and yelled out vehemently "Answer me, bitch"! Before she rushed to speak, shaking visibly from fear and anxiety."I____was bothered about the child's health… he is ill."She twisted her fingers while she struggled to address him.
It's past midnight and my daughter is not here yet" Estella bemoaned. The receptionist raised her shoulder in a nonchalant shrug, rolling her eyes insolently. "Did she leave a message for me"? "I have no idea, Ma'am. I was not here at the time" the receptionist answered. Estella let out a sigh of anxiety, deeply worried about her daughter's uncanny disappearance. She knew Amanda was engaged with this Gang and every day, she blames her dead husband for it. But she could not fathom this unannounced disappearance. Her heart beat with anxiety and fear. She wondered if her daughter was safe. "Is your bar active"? A male voice asked from the receptionist's position. Estella looked up and caught sight of a man standing by the counter. He looked like someone she had seen previously. She strained her mind to try to remember where and when they met. "If by active you mean do we sell drinks and have customers who come to buy, then yes"the receptionist rudely responded. "Are you rude or
A sizzling sound woke Bradley Kenilworth. His bed was soaked with perspiration…another night of feats. His body hurt like he was beaten up with some heavy object. He pulled the sheets down and staggered out of bed. Getting out of bed was beginning a difficult daily task. The aroma of fried chicken and chips filled his nostrils. "Ohh___it is Saturday", he muttered. On Saturdays, he and his wife and son have breakfast together. He quickly dashed into the bathroom and freshened up before going down the stairs into his large kitchen where his wife was busy preparing breakfast. "Hey …babe", she said, smiling up at him. "Hey____", he responded, planting a kiss on her cheeks and running his tongue over her ear. She cringed and nudged him with her shoulder. "You are calling for trouble, Bradley", she said with a mischievous smile. "I don't mind that kinda trouble…it keeps me alive for you". Phoebe stared at him with admiration and love and locked her lips with his in a deeply passionat
Brent stood, frozen with agony. The words he heard his father spew over his situation with Judy broke his heart. Grief choked his heart, and hot tears trickled down his cheeks."Son…I don't mean no harm__________""Hold on Dad… so, you have held this in your heart against me? So, I am the villain in my story "? He asked, his eyes wide with shock."But you were harsh with Judy____ I watched you cause her pain, a lot of times. She always reported to m,e and your mother". "_____but we got better with each other, father…we did. She too had her misdemeanors that I taught myself to accept and was ready to live with"."Judy was not perfect…yes. But you weren't either. You constructively exerted your narcissistic personality on her and I always warned you about that behavior of yours"."Stop it! Bradley, you're hurting our son. Let him be", Phoebe chided in with anger etched on her face. Bradley was breathing heavily, his heart racing with anxiety and stress."Phoebe, you don't love him more
Whitney jolted awake to the persistent buzzing of her phone.Her eyes were heavy with sleep and she felt drowsy. She hissed heavily because the call was hindering her precious sleep.She managed to drag herself up and pick up her phone. She sleepily took her call, without looking at the caller."I am at your door______", came a husky male voice at the other end. Her eyes flew wide open with surprise as she recognized the voice to be Brent's. "What? At this time"? She responded with heartfelt concern."I am so sorry____I__ just needed your company. Being alone is such an uphill task right now"."Hold on for me; I don't look my best", she muttered before sighing from the exhaustion she felt about his visit.She hesitantly dragged her nude body, wrapped in her king-size duvet out of her mattress, and walked up to the door to unlock it.Behind the door, she truly found Brent, leaning on the hinge; his eyes swollen as though he had been sobbing."I ___I am truly sorry for this inconvenien
Now, I am stuck"! "Stuck where"? Brent asked with a sarcastic smile. "With you"? She had a beatific smile etched on her face. Brent moved away from her and lay down beside her. "Can I share your bed tonight with you "? "Hell yeah", Whitney heartily exclaimed, dragging up her duvet to keep the two of them warm. She moved closer to his body and cuddled up to him. Brent held her close and kissed her forehead while casually muttering a "thank you for the relieving sex". "How do you feel now"? "Not excited but much relieved". "Why did you choose to visit me"? Brent adjusted and cleared his throat before saying, with a leer in his eyes: "please… Whitney, do not flatter yourself. I just came here because I needed a company that was not my parents'." "What about the sex"? "What about it"? "Does it not mean anything "? Whitney asked feeling a bit edgy. Brent was slightly uncomfortable by her hasty attachment to him, yet, he could not tell her to her face, not at that moment. He
The sound of the platters of rainfall hitting the roof, resonated with the RnB songs that filled the room. Everywhere smelt of mint leaves, tea and pancakes with extra hot sauce, just as Brent would always love it.Downstairs, Brent Kenilworth drove into his billion dollar mansion; an eighteenth birthday gift from his father, Bradley Kenilworth. He was a big boy in a big city, every woman's dream. But only one woman kept him spell bound, Judy Amoria.She was his everything. His heart could not let go of her. She knew just how to make him feel good. Everything she did was perfect except for those days when his inner demons took hold of him and pushed him to a point of being brutal towards her.She was home. He knew she was probably cooking his dinner. They had been apart for a few months, after their last fight. Now, he had sworn never to cause any issues that would make them stay apart anymore.As he tried to park his car under the car shed, his headlights flashed on a beautiful image
CHAPTER FIFTEEN"Mr Kenilworth I would suggest we slow down on the rate of Chemotherapy you are getting", the Doctor Wilson stated.Bradley's face dropped into a depression caused by the doctor's advice."Why is that, Doc"? He asked with pain in his eyes.Doctor Wilson let out his breath then said "because, at this point, it is becoming increasingly difficult for your body to handle the effects of the mechanical procedure. My thoughts on this would be that we just keep you alive for as long as your cells can go".Bradley's face looked colour washed, he was sad."Well, whatever decision you take regarding my health, right now, is good enough for me"."We would have to inform your family, then… at least, your wife_____""Not my wife, Doc; I cannot bear losing her to depression. She is only tough on the outside"."Hmm_____I see. Your son then. Someone is gonna have to sign some papers exempting us from the situation and showing that we had a mutual agreement".Bradley nodded. Reaching Br
THIRD PERSON POV The clouds were dense and lightning kept flashing across the skylines. Amanda was shivering in the car as they drove back to the hotel where she was reportedly lodged. She did not want him to know that she was lodged in the same hotel where they just met, because it would seem as though she has been trailing him. So she lied about it.They were surrounded by an awkward silence, except for the breeze coming through the windows and the sound of the moving vehicle. Brent was exhausted and she was calm. They did not say much to each other.When they approached the hotel she claimed she was staying, Brent pulled up in fron of it."Can I have you phone contact?" He asked sluggishly.She took his phone and inputed her number and then she dialed herself before returning the phone to him."Do you need anything?" he asked casually.She needed money to jump into a taxi and go right back to her actual hotel but her pride would not let her so she shook her head and said " no, I
BRENT POV"Assistant Director?" I asked with my mouth agape. This woman was beginning to get on my nerves, truly. She was getting ahead of herself and I was becoming impatient. Her ego was sticking out on me like a sore thumb and it was sweeping off my patience because I was also full of ego and arrogance. Yet, I had to time down my anger."Don't you think you sound ridiculous to asking to be my Assistant Director?" I asked calmly, trying my best to maintain some level of sanity."Ridiculous? How, Mr. Brent? Am I not supposed to be your wife?" She asked with a smile that seemed to mock me. "If we have to play the act, they we should play our part well. This would make it even more convincing; the way I see it."On one hand, she was talking gibberish but on another, she had some valid points. However, I was not willing to take such a risk with a woman whose background was unknown to me."Miss Amanda, I understand that you are doing this for my interest but I cannot take such a risk. I
AMANDA (POV)Take it or leave it, the man was either crazy or plain stupid because once again, he played into my hands and I could not believe it."Marry me Amanda; I want to make you my wife."His eagerness, his pleas and the fervency of his request got me asking what he was rushing for. It was not as though I was not happy that he was asking, after all this was what Wolf sent me to achieve but the urgency was my fear."Of all the ladies that meet your class, your kind, the presentable socialite women on their high horses, why did it have to be me, Brent Kenilworth?"He was silent.He said absolutely nothing, totally ignoring my mockery of his speech. I wanted to be his nightmare, mocking him but I ended up being the mocked because he totally ignored my statement and moved on with his proposal."As my wife, you will get exotic vacations, beautiful dresses and jewelries and most of all, a monthly allowance of at least $20 000. How does that sound?"His arrogance almost peeled my skin
Pov: AMANDAWe sat by the same spot I had just been with Jake. Brent was different; calm and stern while Jake was jovial and lovable.I could also see pain in Brent's eyes but all those were not my concern. I could not bother myself with any of those details. I only needed to get my future arranged by playing my act of seduction properly till he gave in and began to desire marriage."How are you doing, Amanda"? He asked nonchalantly."I am fine, Mr Brent. Did not expect you to be here".I lied. I was here because I knew he would be here, I was here to play my cards."Same here"... He groaned, almost avoiding my eyes.He ordered drinks for us and we tried to rise past our last experience to make small conversations."Do you have anywhere you ought to be, cos I don't plan on letting you go, just yet".I smiled from the corners of my lips. Something about him was attractive, I could not figure that out yet."Nowhere yet", I gawked at him, "but you must remember I am quite pricey"."We ar
CHAPTER 16BRENTMy first night with her ended miserably; with her barging out of my house after cursing me out with foul language yet somehow, her petite image lived rent free in my head.From my little corner in the club, I could see her seated with a man whom she seemed like she was warming up to. Her slim figure was accentuated in the dress. Her lips glowed with her red lip gloss. Her shimmery dress resonated with the club lights. Her skin glow was too powerful.I struggled hard with my retentive ability to recall her name but my brain seemed squashed and dull. I stared at her beautiful frame and tried to make mind comparisons between her and Whitney.Whitney was largely blushed and chubby. Her rounded hips were my attraction and she is very brilliant too. Talking with her was also quite easy.But this lady… she is phenomenal.I absolutely fell for her the first time. The only thing was her belly bore a similarity with my dead fiancé's belly, hairy belly with a slightly folded nav
CHAPTER FIFTEEN"Mr Kenilworth I would suggest we slow down on the rate of Chemotherapy you are getting", the Doctor Wilson stated.Bradley's face dropped into a depression caused by the doctor's advice."Why is that, Doc"? He asked with pain in his eyes.Doctor Wilson let out his breath then said "because, at this point, it is becoming increasingly difficult for your body to handle the effects of the mechanical procedure. My thoughts on this would be that we just keep you alive for as long as your cells can go".Bradley's face looked colour washed, he was sad."Well, whatever decision you take regarding my health, right now, is good enough for me"."We would have to inform your family, then… at least, your wife_____""Not my wife, Doc; I cannot bear losing her to depression. She is only tough on the outside"."Hmm_____I see. Your son then. Someone is gonna have to sign some papers exempting us from the situation and showing that we had a mutual agreement".Bradley nodded. Reaching Br
The sound of the platters of rainfall hitting the roof, resonated with the RnB songs that filled the room. Everywhere smelt of mint leaves, tea and pancakes with extra hot sauce, just as Brent would always love it.Downstairs, Brent Kenilworth drove into his billion dollar mansion; an eighteenth birthday gift from his father, Bradley Kenilworth. He was a big boy in a big city, every woman's dream. But only one woman kept him spell bound, Judy Amoria.She was his everything. His heart could not let go of her. She knew just how to make him feel good. Everything she did was perfect except for those days when his inner demons took hold of him and pushed him to a point of being brutal towards her.She was home. He knew she was probably cooking his dinner. They had been apart for a few months, after their last fight. Now, he had sworn never to cause any issues that would make them stay apart anymore.As he tried to park his car under the car shed, his headlights flashed on a beautiful image
Now, I am stuck"! "Stuck where"? Brent asked with a sarcastic smile. "With you"? She had a beatific smile etched on her face. Brent moved away from her and lay down beside her. "Can I share your bed tonight with you "? "Hell yeah", Whitney heartily exclaimed, dragging up her duvet to keep the two of them warm. She moved closer to his body and cuddled up to him. Brent held her close and kissed her forehead while casually muttering a "thank you for the relieving sex". "How do you feel now"? "Not excited but much relieved". "Why did you choose to visit me"? Brent adjusted and cleared his throat before saying, with a leer in his eyes: "please… Whitney, do not flatter yourself. I just came here because I needed a company that was not my parents'." "What about the sex"? "What about it"? "Does it not mean anything "? Whitney asked feeling a bit edgy. Brent was slightly uncomfortable by her hasty attachment to him, yet, he could not tell her to her face, not at that moment. He
Whitney jolted awake to the persistent buzzing of her phone.Her eyes were heavy with sleep and she felt drowsy. She hissed heavily because the call was hindering her precious sleep.She managed to drag herself up and pick up her phone. She sleepily took her call, without looking at the caller."I am at your door______", came a husky male voice at the other end. Her eyes flew wide open with surprise as she recognized the voice to be Brent's. "What? At this time"? She responded with heartfelt concern."I am so sorry____I__ just needed your company. Being alone is such an uphill task right now"."Hold on for me; I don't look my best", she muttered before sighing from the exhaustion she felt about his visit.She hesitantly dragged her nude body, wrapped in her king-size duvet out of her mattress, and walked up to the door to unlock it.Behind the door, she truly found Brent, leaning on the hinge; his eyes swollen as though he had been sobbing."I ___I am truly sorry for this inconvenien