“We'll get through all this and find him wherever he may be and for that, I promise,” Khloe recalled the last statement she told Anastasia with determination. But now, as she stared at the ceiling, she felt a sense of doubt creeping in. She thought about Anastasia and her missing cousin the whole time as she laid on her bed. The letter, which she had promised herself not to think of, was right there on a small table beside her bed. She laid into her bed and held the note in her hands. “Who's M? And why did you have to write this letter? Is this a prank, or something more sinister?” She thought to herself, as her thoughts swirled, refusing to let her sleep. She groaned, rolling herself over the bed, with the letter burning a hike into her mind. Finally, Khloe threw off her covers and got out of the bed, determined to shake off the feeling of helplessness. “I've already given her my word, I must do something about it real quick,” she thought out loud, while pacing back and fort
Arthur Cassius finally got released from the hospital and was asked to rest well and take good care of himself. This was a week after his legs had been shot. He went back to his mansion in Washington. He sat into his favourite armchair, wincing slightly as he adjusted his bandaged legs. Sam sat across him, as he has always been there for him even though he was fired. Arthur seemed too stubborn to accept that he actually needed all the help that he could get so Sam too, decided to be stubborn and stay around. “Are you feeling better, sir?” Sam asked concerned. “Yeah, I am,” he replied simply. “Why are you still here?” Arthur asked. “I couldn't just leave you in this state, plus I'm the only one who knows how to go about the situation, so you definitely need me,” he stated firmly. Arthur's brows arched as he stared at Sam. "You really want to be by my side?” He asked curiously. Sam shrugged and nodded with a yes. “Are you into men?” Arthur asked out of the blue, letting his curi
The next morning Khloe and Anastasia set out to Maryland, in hopes of finding Xander. “Are you set?” Khloe asked Anastasia as she buckled her seatbelt. “Yeah, ” Anastasia replied, getting into the car. “What about your family and company. Is anyone going to watch over your company?’ Anastasia asked, concerned, as she laced her voice. “My assistant is going to watch over it closely and I've also informed my family about my whereabouts so you don't need to worry about all that,” Khloe said. “I still don't believe you'd be the one helping me after our friendship rollercoaster ” Anastasia said feeling guilty of the things she'd done to Khloe in the past. “Well, we're over it now. What was so important about twelve years ago that you'd want to bring it up now? You're my friend now, Anastasia and even if we disagree in almost everything, I still treat you as my younger sister,” Khloe said in a low soft voice. “Wait…younger sister? I am two weeks older than you,” as she was about to
Arthur Cassius woke up as though he had been startled from his sleep, wondering if someone was talking about him. “Is someone talking about me?” he asked, rubbing his ear absent-mindedly. He rolled out of the bed and hit the showers. And after he was done with his morning preparations, he called Sam. “So, you got any location on where he might actually be this time?” He asked over the phone. He didn't want to come out because then people would probably recognize him, and also, because he had seen Brandon the previous night. “He might have recognized me so it's better to stay put till he goes away,” he said internally. “We have nothing for now. The device looks a little distorted but we're fixing it and I will get back to you soon,” Sam said. “Alright. Don't take so long, I'll be waiting,” he said, hanging up the phone. He laid on his bed waiting for room service to bring him in his food. Finally the doorbell rang and he got up to check the door. “I brought your food sir, as yo
Tension continued to build as the two ladies stared daggers into each other's eyes. Hannah's hands stretched out to grab Khloe while Khloe didn't bulge at all. “I'm telling you for the last time. Don't fucking touch me with those filthy hands of yours. I'm not handing you those keys,” Khloe replied, more infuriated than ever before. “So, you do have the keys. You have finally admitted. Very well then,” Hannah said, returning her hands to herself. “I have been kind to you and politely asked you to give them to me, but you've refused. Just prepare for the consequences,” Hannah said, turning to leave. “Whatever you say doesn't bother or even move me at all. I'll take those keys to my grave, not you nor Ethan will get that key,” she yelled after Hannah. But got ignored as Hannah entered her vehicle and drove off. “God, that woman is annoying. I just do not understand what she wants to do with the safe….such an ungrateful gold digger. What's wrong with these women? Even Emily is after
Khloe Ferguson returned back to her work after a day of rest. The work was usual and nothing had happened recently. She decided to keep her thoughts aside, thoughts of the letter, Hannah's threat, and Emily's plotting. She went all in for her business and wanted to see it flourish more than ever before. She stepped into her office, determined to leave the drama and threats behind. With a deep breath, ready to focus on her work and push her business to new heights. The familiar routine of meetings, emails, and strategy sessions provided a welcome distraction from the turmoil in her personal life. “Alright. I need to set new goals for this company. It's not going down on my watch ” she spoke determinedly. As she delved into her work and tasks, her entrepreneurial spirit took over. She was determined to succeed, to prove to, not only herself but to others that she was more than capable of overcoming any obstacle, her haters and those who had eyes for the company. The fire in her be
Khloe Ferguson's heart slumped in her chest as she met a set of emerald eyes staring back at her with the same wild expression as her. “What the hell is this lunatic doing here?” She thought to herself. “I hope it isn't what I'm thinking about.” “Ah, Khloe darling. I was wondering when you'd be back. Come sit here,” Lucas offered her a seat. Her eyes still on Sylvester, before anyone could speak she said, “What is he doing here?” she asked and everyone turned their gaze to her. “Who?” Lucas asked. "Sylvester!” Khloe's voice was laced with nothing but anger, "What are you doing here? I thought I made it clear I wanted nothing to do with your ridiculous proposal." Her eyes narrowed, her mind racing with suspicion. Everyone was surprised by this sudden action of hers. “What do you mean by proposal?” Kelly asked, puzzled by her sister's choice of words. But Khloe ignored them and continued "You're not stalking me, are you?" She took a step back, her heart racing with a mix
Her eyes flung open and were met by a very beautiful set of blue eyes staring back at her. Khloe was confused as to how she even got to the room, Because it wasn't hers. “What am I doing here?” She asked, her eyes frantically scanning the dark room. “Don't you worry about that, Khloe. You're here now and that's what matters,” Arthur said sinisterly. “Mark? What.…how.… What is this place?” She stammered, unable to move. She tried moving but her body felt reluctant and numb as if something heavy was stopping her from getting up. Something was on her, and it was Arthur. “What the heck? Get off of me,” she commanded but he only laughed hysterically. “How can I? I've been waiting for this for a long time and now it's my chance,” he said, smirking. “What are you trying to do? Don't do anything stupid, okay? We can talk things out,” she negotiated but Arthur turned deaf ears. “Don't worry… you'll be just fine,” he said, caressing her bare thighs with his hands and yelping. She tried