Firemen, swift response teams arrived at the scene. So, did the medic teams. They pried apart the car to pull the passengers in the car out.“Help him first.” Penelope pointed to the driver’s seat where Max’s eyes were shut. “Please! I am fine.”The medic team quickly pulled him out, placed him on a gurney and rushed him to the hospital while administering some first aid. Thankfully, they found a weak pulse much to Penelope’s relief. She was transported in another ambulance to the hospital where they monitored her for any sign of injuries.Over two hours later, Penelope woke up from her induced sleep. Loud voices from outside woke her up.“I have to see her right now. I am her guardian.” A voice boomed.“No, sir. She can’t receive visitors now.”“I want to see my friend now!” Another voice said but softer.“Look, we just want to see that out friend is okay. We promised not to be loud or bother her.” A third voice pleaded.“Fine. I will have all three of you escorted out if you break y
It had been a couple of days since the accident. Penelope went to the hospital after being discharged to check up on Max. He was still in coma and the doctor informed her that his chances of him to ever wake up again was very slim.After she was informed, she took it upon herself to check on his grandmother. Thankfully, Max was in the same hospital as his grandmother. With a little persistence, she found out her ward number and cleared off the bills that had piled up.The woman was deep in slumber when she got to her room. Politely, she requested for her to be moved to a private room. The management obliged immediately. Penelope didn’t mind the cost.Just as she was about to leave, her phone rang. Hurriedly, she pulled it out of her bag and answered it.“Hello?” She spoke.“Hi, Ms. Unforgettable. I must say, you have plagued my mind ever since we met.” A man with British accent spoke on the other end.Penelope frowned, “Who am I speaking with?”The man on the line gasped, like he was
Stanley Ford?Ever since Lola informed her about who had been responsible for her assaults, she couldn’t sleep. She had stayed over in her apartment to watch over Lola and be there for her if she ever needed anything.Stanley Ford was also a man that the deceased accused of murdering her father. The mayor contender seemed to be full of many vices. Could murder be inclusive? Her mind was in turmoil. Maybe Bryan could provide an answer. He did owe her one, or numerous.Coincidentally, a call came from Bryan woke her up after she finally got some sleep.“Speak of the devil.” Penelope snapped at him as soon as she answered the call. Her voice groggy so she cleared her throat and left her room to go to the kitchen. She would check up on Lola after making a quick meal.Bryan chuckled dryly, “Trust me, I am not the devil.”“You okay? That blast… I looked for you… but you just disappeared.” Penelope expressed her concern.“I am fine, little sister.” He reassured.“Really? Well, you owe me som
Penelope had finished doling herself up for the dinner date at 6:45. Personally, she would have preferred to simply call it a hangout, rather than a date.A shred of guilt surfaced. But she trampled on it. She had no reason to be guilty. Killian wasn't hers. He was married to another woman. No matter the back and forth flirting between them, she had to be realistic. Besides, things had become a lot more complicated. What if his father had something to do with the murder of her father? Killian promised to investigate but would he be transparent about it if it involved him throwing the handcuff on his father's hands? Could he trust him? The complications had set her feelings on a spike of doubt. She had to brush it aside till the complicated knots were untied. A man like Charles seemed like a complete gentleman. Far from the man Killian had portrayed himself to be over the past few months. "Ma'am... A Uber is waiting for you out front." Eloise came to deliver. Penelope smiled and tw
"Out." Penelope answered vaguely and made an attempt to leave."Out where?" He blocked her path. "How long has it been since you were discharged from the hospital? Yet to throw all caution into the wind and move about recklessly!" His voice rose with each word.Penelope was tired and simply wanted to get some sleep. "Fine! You want to know? I was on a date, okay? I have a life outside being camped in the walls of this manor!"Killian was astounded by her response. She was beautifully dressed. He was willing to convince himself that maybe she went out with Francine or just a hang out.He couldn't believe that she had gone out on a date."A date?" His voice was strangely low as if he couldn't believe it."Yes." Penelope affirmed, noticing his expression.Was he jealous? Strangely, she wanted him to be jealous. It was the whole reason she considered going on the date."You are under a contract. I don't care about your personal relationship that you may desire to have. But not while you'r
121“Send my schedule to me email. I have a meeting with an investor in about one hour.” He ordered his assistant.“Mr. Thomson... Your…”“Now!” He shouted, starling her. She scurried away to do as she was told.He kept on walking and pushed his door open while scrolling on his phone. His attention was fixed on the mobile device that he didn’t see the woman casually lounging in his chair.“Hello, brother. Long time, no see. Forgot all about your sister?” Bethany greeted, waving her fingers at him. She sat in his office chair, swirling the chair sideways.“Beth.” Patrick gritted out.Bethany pouted, “That wasn’t the reaction I was hoping for. That was rather underwhelming for a sister you haven’t seen in years.”He scoffed. “You look well.” He said and dropped his briefcase on his desk.“That is cold.” Bethany retorted.“What? Were you expecting something else? Would you rather I babysit you and leave the company to rot away? Someone has to be here, anyway. Mother packed out of the hou
Chapter 122“Call for an ambulance right now.”It took a minute before the shock wore off Penelope’s body. Quickly, she went climbed down the stairs and rushed to Bethany’s side, right beside Killian.“Don’t you dare touch her!” Killian bellowed and stared murderously at Penelope.She flinched away from him due to the sharpness pf his tone. “I… I did not push her. You don’t think I pushed her down the stairs, did you?”“Stay away from her.” She could tell that he was trying his best to tame his anger but the flex of his fists told otherwise.Killian’s bent his head and placed his ear on her chest to check for a heartbeat. It was rather faint when he heard it. Sirens sounded just outside the manor and the medic team rushed in to administer some first aid treatment and placed her on oxygen to steady her breathing before placing Bethany on the gurney to move her to the hospital.Penelope could feel everyone’s gaze on her. She met Ms. B gaze who was in shock at what happened. She tried to
Penelope could only watch the scene in shock.Killian held Bethany to himself and comforted her. Then, he turned around to look at Penelope. Penelope quickly averted her gaze to the floor. She was scared to see his reaction.Bethany continued to sob, “I don’t know what I did to her. S-she tried to kill me twice. K-killian.”Killian ran his hand up and down her back, “Heyy… You will be fine.” She hid her face in the crook of his neck, smiling devilishly.I can’t wait for him to dispose of you now, Penelope.Penelope couldn’t stay in there anymore so she waited outside, knowing he would scold her. She had planned to just take in, without making an attempt to convince him otherwise.First, Bethany refused her help and chose to fall down the stairs. Then, she had implicated her by making it seem like she was trying to snuff the life out of her with a pillow.All she wanted to do was make peace but each attempt was digging a shallow grave for her.The door to Bethany’s room was shut hard,
“Congratulations, Ms. Penelope Fords.” The board members erupted in a series of congratulations. She had been voted as the new CEO for Ford Company and all affiliate companies.The new reached Stanley Ford and he was beyond livid. The woman took the one thing that he hoped would still be his if he was granted bail. But his court judgement had been life sentence till death without any chance of parole.It was at that moment that a foreign substance rolled down his cheeks. He didn’t bother catching it because he deserved all that had happened to him. He allowed himself to be driven with so much power, molesting women, blackmailing them and killing simply because he thought he could get away with it.In the end, Penelope Ford won. She provided the DNA evidence, sending Delilah and her daughters away. She didn’t take the house from them because she had no use for it. She, more than most people, understood what it felt like to have no roof over your heads.She wished she could be steel hea
“Max! Fran! Come out!” Penelope screamed at the top of her lungs, wondering where they had hidden. It was their moving day. The boxes had been tapped, packed and waiting for the moving truck.She tried again and went to the back exit to look for them. The kids were testing her patience lately. They had ben rebelling against her since she mentioned that they would be moving to the city. But Max had given her a condition- to move in with Killian.They wanted to spend as much time with her and Killian as well. The thought stressed her out because it further added more pressure on her decision making.“Come on, Max! Fran!” She called outside and was on the verge of giving up when she heard some movement nearby. There was a store room where she kept the supplies.“Max? Come out here!” She ordered sternly. He came out in slow steps with Fran in tow.“Really? Both of you are unbelievable. I am the parent here! As much as I allow you some freedom doesn’t mean you should undermine my authoriti
Revenge never felt this sweet and bittersweet.It had been a couple of days since Jared King trended for the fraud he was. His doctor who forged a report of his ailment had his license revoked as well. So, yeah… Revenge tour was bittersweet as many people lost their jobs, sources of income all to rebuild a system that had fallen into the hands of power-drunk men.Penelope took it upon herself to visit some people before she returned to the countryside. One of those people was Nathan Hoffman.“You have a visitor.” She heard his PA relay to him.“Was there an appointment?” She heard him ask in a tired voice. Her heart bled for him. She imagined the PA shook her head when she heard no response. “Let them in.” He gave his permission.Penelope waited for the PA to come out to accompany her in.“Nathan.” She called as soon as she set foot into his office. He raised his head slowly. A glimmer of light shined in his eyes at the appearance of Penelope.“Penny.” He whispered, almost disbelievi
His eyes looked like they had seen a ghost. He was right. Everything he held dearly would soon become a ghost of his imagination. "T-thank you all for spending today with this old man." He concluded his speech and left the center stage. People began laughing, smiling and toasting to him. A clip played in the background for everyone to see. It was a collage of photos with music attached to it. Stanley smiled so much, his cheeks burned. Slowly, the pictures turned from pictures of his to pictures of the bruises he afflicted on Lola. Everyone gasped at the gory pictures, covering their mouths at the sheer horror of those images. Soon after, names from the black lists were called. Several funds of the government that was diverted. Stanley gasped, shaking his head disbelievingly. "No! None of this is true." He tried to plead with his guests who had adored him some minutes ago, now turned their backs on him.No one listened. People started to leave the parties because soon after, siren
"What have we got?" Killian asked.Boyles held a cigar in between his lips as he took a deep long drag."A lot. Depends on where you want us start." He spoke after putting the smoke in the air. His feet casually crossed over each other on her work desk. She had a study in a makeshift basement.It was no news that Boyles knew about where she was, even though she never revealed where she was writing from in any of her letters.He was the one that anonymously tipped Killian about her whereabouts. They knew because he confessed the minute he set foot into her household, right before plumping into the chair in front of her desk.He was always an enigma thag no one could decipher."His offshore accounts. We must look into it. Several events had been hosted, especially art works which we know he couldn't give the middle finger about. Most of them are usually sent to another location." Killian inquired, looking at the spread papers and files before him."I will have my men on it. I got you an
Penelope woke up to the light streaming down softly on her face. She groaned a little due to the sudden intrusion on her vision she opens her eyes.She adjusted her position and met a wall behind her. Her hand darted to the back to feign the object."Careful, love. Unless you want to stir him awake for another round. I don't mind, though." His voice vibrated against her neck, turning on very early in the morning.She bit her lips and retracted her hand. As tempting as his offer was, she couldn't even summon the strength. The previous night was a tryst that left her moaning her lungs out and causing her to be sore down there.If she somehow made it out of her bed, she would claim victory. The night was sweet, slow and rough. Everything she wanted and desired. She clamper he thighs shut while reminiscing."Talk to me. What are you thinking about?" Killian asked, slipping his hand around her waist and pulled her flush to his front, not condoning any space between them. He let out a sigh
Killian didn’t hold back on having fun with Max and Fran, especially not on his Black Gold credit card. But he didn’t mind. Anything to see the joy on their faces, he was willing and ready to do it.Sometime in the evening after having lunch with the kids, Max asked, “Okay, Dad. Why are you sulking? Don’t you like spending time with us?” Max inquired, dumping his fries on the plate and meeting his gaze.He turned away from the view of the buzzling locals outside the window, “Of course, I want to spend all the time I can get with you.” He spoke defensively.The two arched a brow, “Then, why are you sulking?” Max asked again.“I am not sulking.” He answered with a scowl on his face.Max and Fran leaned back at the same time, seemingly choreographed before concluding. “Sulking!”Killian let out a sigh.“Come on. Talk to us.” Fran spoke this time. She pushed her food away, grabbed the napkin to clean her hands and crossed her arms, expectantly.Max leaned back into his seat, waiting as we
“Stay in here and don’t leave the car, Penny.” John warned sternly, debating on whether he should turn back home because of the danger he might be putting his daughter in. Evelyn would have his head if she found out about it.She had warned him against it but didn’t listen to her. How could he? The only opportunity he had to save his dying wife, not taking it would mean losing her to that bastard disease that was eating her up from the inside.All he wanted to do was take his wife’s pain away. The society shouldn’t fault a man for the means he takes.In quiet strides, he went into the building with his hands tucked inside both his pockets. Occasionally, he would look behind him, straining his neck to check the car to see if anyone was near it.After some minutes, gunshot was heard, startling Penelope where she sat. her heart raced as she looked around, wondering where her father was.The kite was in her hold when she poked her head out of the window, looking into the darkness that ove
She looked down at their joined hands and looked back up at Killian. “One step at a time, remember?” She spoke and pulled her hand out of his. “The children are far more important right now.” She added and stood up from the couch. “Goodnight, Killian.” She whispered the last part.“Goodnight, Penelope.” He spoke in a low voice, feeling dejected at her rejection. Although, he half expected it but it didn’t lessen the ache he felt in his heart. He grabbed the comforter nearby and used it to cover himself after taking minimal clothing pieces off. That had been his bed for the past few days.The thought made him chuckle. How could a billionaire squeeze his length into a couch for days? Ms. Flores would have aneurysms if she ever saw him in that uncomfortable position. His bed was much more comfortable than the hard couch. He wondered why Penelope didn’t buy a more comfortable one when she easily could.Think of this as a means to an end, he tried to comfort himself internally.Just when h