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Penelope left the hospital thereafter. She saw Max waiting outside for her. How did he know her whereabouts? Was he tracking her? “He really sent you here, didn’t he?” She told Max with an eye roll. Way to ruin her plans. She had a plan to go house hunting. The plan needed to stay confidential till it was all settled. “Yes, ma’am.” He responded and looked like he had more to say. “I am sorry if I make you uncomfortable but I need this job.” He added, pleadingly. She let out a sigh and walked towards the car. She didn’t need to search for it because it stood out in the parking lot. Her plan would need to be rescheduled. *** “Is there a guest coming?” Penelope asked when she got to the manor. Ms. B was sending out orders to the maids. “Mr. King will be home tonight.” Ms. B responded all the while preoccupied with assigning tasks. Penelope’s eyes lit in anticipation. Was he coming home because of her? “Put me in charge.” Penelope blurted out. “What?” Ms. B looked at her in shoc
Their lips were just an inch away from each other, Penelope opened her eyes with an evil glint. She placed her hands on Killian’s chest. He growled at the skin contact. But her next action surprised him. Penelope pushed him into the pool and burst into a shriek of laughter. The water splashed out of the pool but she quickly stepped backwards to avoid it. Killian was stunned with the sudden coolness of the water he was soaked in. His wet hands brushed his hair back, giving him a sleek-jelled look. “Playing tricks now, huh?” Killian asked. Penelope simply shrugged in response with a smirk plastered on her face. Her eyes are glued to him. The water had made his shirt a see through so the counters of his body became highlighted. Her plan seemed to be backfiring. Her hands itched to run through his wet hair. “Join me.” He demanded, holding his hand out for her. Penelope stepped back. She had pushed him into the pool out of defence. Her morale clashed with her desires as she stared at
“It is time, sir.” Alex informed Killian. The launch started live with the two models employed and hosts selling the benefits of their product.The sale gained traction online and interests to buy were streaming in. There were millions of buyers within minutes. Everyone hollered and embraced each other.A minute later, the two models handling the products started shaking violently. Their eyes rolled to the back of their heads.“What the hell is going on?” Alex exclaimed as everyone scampered, wondering what was wrong. He ran towards the stage. “Pull the plugs out! Stop the livestream!”Someone pulled it out and everything was shut down.The whole company was thrown into chaos. Two people had been electrocuted live for everyone to see.Killian could only watch on in dismay, paralyzed on the spot before he regained his composure. “Get them to the hospital! Take the damn chopper if you have to!”Everyone sprang into action.They had made sure that everything was in place.He paced in his
Mr. Zane let out a nervous cough as he watched the surveillance footage. Killian leaned on the mahogany desk in his office with a lit cigar in his hand. His demeanour was cool, calm but intimidating. Mr. Zane’s throat became dry all of a sudden. “P-please, I need some water.” He pleaded for his parched throat. Ms. Flores signalled for one of the guards to get him a glass of water. With eager and shaky hands, he grabbed the glass of water and slurped its content. The water dripped down his chin and clothes. “T-hank you.” He stammered. “So, Mr. Zane. Who do we have here?” Ms. Flores asked, pointing to the screen. She gasped dramatically, “Oh… It is you.” “N-no.” He denied, looking at everywhere else. He knew he would get caught but didn’t expect it to be that soon. Ms. Flores crouched down to his height on the couch. “Your son must be super proud of you.” She said purposefully. He snapped his gaze to her. His eyes glinted with malice. “I just wanted to save the poor soul. He is
It had been a couple of days since the incident. Killian had been occupied with work. His PR team managed to savage the situation but the deed had been done. Granted, he inherited some enemies through his father. But he had made his fair share of enemies as well.Whoever was after him, he couldn’t allow that to impact his company. The livelihood and careers of his employees couldn’t be toyed with.Mr. Zane had been handed over to the authorities but Killian extended compassion to his family. He ensured his son got all that wanted needed to regain his health.Some raps of knock sounded on the door, diverting his attention on the documents before him. Once again, the models threatened to sue him. He knew how to deal with them as he had no intention of going to the court, not for the lack of confidence in winning but because he had bigger fishes to fry.He would compensate them greatly. It would be their loss if they insisted on going to the court.“Come in.” He said, dryly.“America is
Penelope marveled at the sight before her. Right before her stood the most luxurious hotel in the entire world.The concierge took their suitcases to their individual rooms. In eager steps, Penelope walked after Killian with contained excitement.He had informed her that she would be his escort for a premier auction. She would definitely miss her fur ball for the entire week.The King’s private jet took about 17 hours and 25 minutes to arrive at the private port in Singapore.“This is your key pass, ma’am.” The receptionist handed one only to Penelope. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion but followed him regardless. He led her into a standalone elevator. The elevator stopped at the 16th floor which was the floor on her key pass. Her room was 1604.“Are you stopping here as well?” Penelope couldn’t help but to inquire.Killian chuckled arrogantly, “No. I have a penthouse here.”A penthouse? Her eyes widened. Wait a minute. When they arrived, all the employees bowed to him. That gest
Chapter 32 “Let’s leave the boys. Finally, I am not the only woman stuck with these noobs.” Francine said, letting out a huge sigh of relief. Killian scoffed, “You are hardly a woman.” Francine pinned Killian with a glare. “Well, then, Penelope can be my date tonight. Sorry, babe.” She batted her eyelashes at him innocently. She pulled Penelope along with her. Killian and Freddy could only watch helplessly. There were two hot women on the loose. “Are you just going to let them go?” Killian stared at their backs worriedly. “I trust my woman.” Freddy shrugged. “Why are you worried? Penelope isn’t your woman, is she?” He continued, looking at him pointedly. Freddy hoped for an answer but instead Killian simply grunted. *** “I bet you have a lot of friends to stand in as a bridesmaid.” Penelope said, trying to ease the awkwardness. Who could possibly make a stranger their bridesmaid? “Uhm… Penelope… Can I call you Penny?” Francine asked. They were both walking along the beach sh
The auction was in two days. Killian had hoped to spend time some time with Penelope. But Francine hogged her all to herself.“Sometimes, Francine is all too energetic for her own good.” Killian commented in the private lounge of the hotel. It was afternoon and he needed to preoccupy himself from barging into wherever Francine and Penelope were.“And, sometimes you are all too prissy for your own good.” Freddy retorted with a frown. They might be childhood friends but he wouldn’t allow Killian to take a jab at his woman.Several women tried to gain his attention as he exuded wealth, charm and handsomeness. But Killian couldn’t be bothered to spare a glance at any of them. Only one woman was on his mind.But, she wasn’t there.Freddy stared at Killian with worry. Killian’s mind seemed to be preoccupied.“You okay, man?” He asked, putting his phone aside after texting Francine.Killian waved a hand dismissively, “Nothing man,” He answered, taking a swig of his whiskey.Killian picked h
“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