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When they got on the ferry, Armando felt like something was off. He scanned the place and saw a man in one corner who seemed like a tourist going to an island. Another man who was dressed in casual clothing with a cap on his head was seated in front and chatting with a friend. The rest seemed to be minding their own business, taking pictures of the blue waters or the sky or reading a book as the ferry moved across the sea. To normal people, there would be nothing strange about this scene. However, as a hardcore criminal who had been in the cartel for most of his life, Armando could sniff a cop from a distance. No one on this ferry was a civilian. They were cops in disguise who were there to arrest them. It seemed Diana had been followed after all and she was none the wiser.Armando gulped, glancing at Diana. His stomach twisted as worry for her crept into him. She loved a soft life… she wouldn’t survive in jail. How could he let her get captured only for her to go and live a life sh
Earlier in Oliver’s ward. Henry Ford asked to talk to Oliver about something important. Since he was recovering and now feeling better, Henry thought it was time to tell him about his biological father before Julian got impatient and introduced himself to Oliver without permission. Oliver was seated in his hospital bed with his back leaning against the headboard. He was in a VIP room and the beds in the VIP section were comfortable and luxurious just like the ones you would find in a home. When Henry was still silent after five minutes, Oliver sighed and asked, “Dad, you said you had something important to tell me?”“Uh… yes, son,” Henry replied, shifting in his seat. “I did say that, didn’t I? Well, I don’t know how important it is… I might be more important…”Oliver arched an eyebrow, already having an inkling about what his father wanted to talk to him about. He figured it wasn’t an easy topic for Henry so he waited patiently. However, ten more minutes passed and the man still s
An hour later… At the police station, in a small dimly lit room, a woman in her early fifties sat at a chair with her cuffed hands resting on the grey table in front of her. She was facing an empty chair that was reserved for the person who would be interrogating her. This woman was none other than Diana Crawford, Wesley Crawford's mother and Julian Crawford's wife. Her usual confident demeanour had been replaced by a resigned look on her face. She looked like she had been through hell and back with dishevelled hair, blood on her clothes and hands and her cheeks were stained with her tears. When she arrived, she looked around the room, wondering what awaited her in that room. Was she going to be tortured? The room only had one table and two chairs, its walls had a dull grey colour that was meant to prevent distractions during an interrogation. It was made this way to give off a sense of intimidation to the one being interrogated. Diana felt like she had been waiting for hours an
Oliver's heart sank at Diana's response but his face did nothing to betray his emotions. He maintained a poker face as he asked, "You're not her accomplice?"“Why would I be Jessica Hart’s accomplice? Her marriage to you would make you stronger than you already were. Why would I work with her?” Diana asked, a look of confusion marring her face. "If anything I wanted to get rid of her, but unlike Claire, she had a wealthy background, so, I couldn't mess with her. It worked in my favour when you rejected her advances."Oliver ran a hand through his hair, a habit he had picked up when he felt frustrated. He glanced at Diana and stated, “So this means Wesley was not her accomplice too, right?”“No, he was not. Of course, they knew each other since Adam used to have a business alliance with your father. But I didn’t like her since she wanted to be your bride,” Diana revealed, making more questions pop up in Oliver’s head. If the one sending threats about Claire wasn’t Jessica, Wesley or Di
“My father?” Oliver couldn’t believe his ears. There was no way Henry Ford would do such a thing. This was a man who taught him the value of family and the true meaning of love. Henry was a man who called a spade a spade. He never went through the corners and always spoke his mind. If he wanted Oliver to marry Jessica, he would have said so from the word go. Oliver shook his head in denial. He hissed, “Tell me something else… My father would never do such a horrendous thing!”“I’m not talking about Henry Ford. I’m talking about your real father, Julian Crawford. I worked together with him so that I could marry you and then, he would give you the company… you being a Ford meant Julian’s company would grow bigger under your leadership,” Jessica explained. Oliver’s stomach churned. He felt sick. What kind of man was Julian Crawford? He even had the nerve to approach the Fords to ask to meet him when he knew what he had been up to in the background.“So, he’s just a greedy man, huh? Go
“What are you doing here?” It was Henry who practically roared at the man who entered the ward. The man hesitated at the door. He glanced over at Oliver and said, “I was waiting at the hotel and you didn’t show up-”“For a good reason. We know what you did with that fake woman, Jessica Hart,” Roxanne snapped. “How dare you ask to meet Oliver when you’re responsible for what happened between him and Claire?”The man at the door was none other than, Julian Crawford. He was in a crisp powder blue dress shirt, flat-front khaki chinos with a brown belt and brown shoes. He appeared to have aged a lot since the last time he met Henry and Roxanne. His face had more wrinkles and he had dark circles around his eyes. After discovering Diana was a fraud who had married many men and stolen from them, Julian was filled with regrets. He could only blame himself for cheating on his former wife with her. “Well, as you can see, Oliver is unwell, you were supposed to wait until we called you!” Roxanne
Jake Norton found himself being drawn to Quinn the way a moth gets drawn to a flame. To give her space, he observed and watched over her from afar, not forgetting to use her company to help her out in the last days of proofreading her book. Although Quinn had no idea there was someone who was quietly aiding her, Jake was happy he was able to help her out in his own way. When Quinn finally released her new book, Jake was the first to purchase a million copies that he donated to nursing homes for those who took residence there to pass the time reading Quinn’s book. Jake usually read books about business or different wines and food- normally things that were in line with his company. However, ever since he met this author woman, he had read all sorts of steamy novels and realised that he actually liked them. Was it the woman or the books she wrote that he liked? Jake wasn’t sure… all he knew was that everything about Quinn was interesting to him. He was curious about her… how she th
“I hope you’re not taking me to some fancy restaurant. As you can see, I’m not dressed for the occasion,” Quinn remarked as Jake walked her to his G-Wagon that was parked a few blocks away from the bookstore. “And I came driving… what happens to my car?” She added.“I’ve already asked my assistant to meet us at the mall. He will get your car keys and come and drive your car to your house. No need to worry, I've got everything covered,” Jake answered. He glanced at Quinn and said, “As for your outfit, it’s not bad. You look great and comfortable. We just need to get you something warm. I'm the one who needs an outfit change.” Quinn arched an eyebrow, wondering why they needed to wear something warm. What kind of date did Jake plan? She asked him, “Where are we going? Are we hiking? You rich people do weird things. You must know, I’m lazy and I can’t climb a mountain. Besides, it’s dark. There could be wild animals in there!” Jake laughed. His eyes squinted and his lips stretched wi