Killian paced back and forth in the hospital.His hands were bloodied but it was the least of his worries. He was barely holding himself together.Francine and Freddy were the first to arrive at the hospital.“Hey…” Francine pulled Killian into an embrace. “She will pull through out of this.” She consoled him, rubbing his back.“Man.” Freddy was devastated when he got the news. He picked up Francine from the studio and drove to the hospital like a maniac. “Heard from a nurse? Doctor?”Killian shook his head. “No one. She is in the OR. I don’t… I don’t know.” Killian was in despair. His hair was everywhere.Freddy patted him on the back and led him to have a seat. They all waited together.Hours later… A doctor came out.“She is out of harm’s way for now but she has to be monitored for some nights here.” The doctor said, his expression grave.Killian wasn’t sure whether to still be worried or be relieved.“Thank you.” Freddy said to the doctor.The doctor nodded. “One of you can see he
Everyone including Killian, Francine, Freddy, and Hailey took turns to watch over Penelope. For the past 24 hours, she slipped in and out of consciousness. The doctor had informed them that it was totally normal.On Monday, she was fully awake and devouring the meal Ms. B sent through Hailey.“Whoa, Penny. Calm down. My aunt can send more if you want.” Hailey said, chuckling.“This is so delicious and just perfect amount of spice.” She said mouthful of food.Hailey grimaced at the sight. “Who would have thought you would have this much appetite?” She asked, marvelled.Penelope shrugged and continued to eat, grinning with each spoonful of food.”Suddenly, Hailey’s face became gloomy.Penelope frowned. She pushed the food aside and turned to Hailey, “What is wrong?” She asked.“Frank.” Hailey replied.Realization dawned on Penelope. She had almost forgot about the man blackmailing Hailey.“What about uhm the man that gave out his card? Have you reached out to him?” Penelope inquired.“Y
“Fill her discharged paper works. She can leave at noon. Thankfully, the toxins didn’t do any damage to her organs. The only real damage was to the growing foetus.” Doctor Humphrey explained to Killian and Penelope.“Finally!” Penelope blurted. “Sorry!”Melissa smiled. “It is all right. No one loves staying at the hospital.” She said. “I hope I don’t see you strolled into the hospital anymore.” She said, sternly. Her voice, showing a bit of concern.Penelope nodded in understanding. Melissa took her leave thereafter.“Let’s get you home.” Killian said lowly.Van drove them home. Ms. B pulled Penelope into a bone crushing hug.“Ms. B.” Penelope said in shock.“You scared us all to death.” Ms. B, said teary eyed. “I am so happy to see you alive.” She continued, “We all thought the worst.” She finally let go of Penelope. “Mr. King informed me of your arrival. There is a feast that await you.”“A feast? Just for me? You shouldn’t have, Ms. B. That is too much.” Penelope said, her words sh
Francine was painting on the canvas when Freddy arrived. “Babe!” She squealed, dropping the brush and ran to jump into his arms. Freddy lifted with her ease. He carried her to a couch in her studio. “Someone is perky today.” He said, raising an eyebrow. Francine shrugged, wrapped both arms behind his head as he took a seat. “Just ecstatic.” Freddy narrowed his eyes on her. “The past weeks? Including when we were in Singapore? What happened, then?” He probed. “Don’t think I didn’t notice.” Francine shifted on his laps. “It is nothing to worry about, babe.” She hadn’t yet fully grasped the levity of the situation herself. To distract him from his interrogation, she claimed his lips. She had missed him so much. She wondered how long she would keep hiding it from him. She had to lie about her monthly cramps for crying but he had her cycle mastered. She kept on lying to dissuade him. One of the days, it would definitely catch up with her. The door opened to reveal a couple but they
“Shit!” Tristan cursed, holding his in pain. You messed with the wrong dude, man. Do you know who I am?” He asked, looking around. “I will sue your ass to court!” He shouted at the precinct. The officers all glared at him. “Lock him up right now!” He continued, ordering the policemen.Everyone just stared at him blankly and continued with their work.“Mr. Newmann… Mr, Young. I believe you can solve this outside the court.” The officer in charge said, looking bored.Freddy sat completely calm. There were only a couple of bruises on his face. He may not have the muscles but he was a martial artist. Also, he knew how to keep himself in shape.Tristan, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. There were multiple cuts and bruises. He had needed to support his jaw with his hand the whole ride to the precinct.The fight blew up at Hanson’s. Nathan and Killian had tried to stop the fight but the fight only got fiercer. They had no choice but to back up till the cops arrived.Who would ha
Penelope had just finished taking a shower, ready to retire for the night.No sooner had she climbed onto her bed that she heard a knock on the door. She paused and climbed off to open the door."Penelope." Killian lazily dragged while leaning his weight on the door frame. A breath of mint and something she couldn't lay her hands on hit her."Killian?" It was very late into the night. She had expected that he would be asleep at the time. "Are you okay?"He shrugged and smiled, showing his dimples that she never thought existed."You should get some sleep." Penelope urged.Killian shook his head. "No. I wanted to see you, Penelope." He retorted, frowning.She stared at him suspiciously, after his breath hit her again. "You are drunk." She frowned. It wasn't a question. She stated it as a matter of fact. "That's it. Off to your room." She raised her hands to guide him to his room but he held her hand in their air and pulled her into an embrace.His head lay on her shoulder. A sigh of co
He retreated from Penelope’s door to his room. The briefcase was dumped on his bed. He dialled the contact that sent the message.‘The number you have dialled does not exist,” The machine answered.“Damn it!” He cussed. The number had just texted him. He hurled his phone at the wall. The device split into two with cracked screen. His knees bent backwards, sending him slumping on the bed.He held his face in his hands. The death of his wife continued to haunt him, no matter how much he wanted to move on.His mind drifted to the day of unfortunate accident.“The production department has shown an impressive 35% for the company. This was ranked as the greatest comeback we have ever seen. Investors from all over the world are sending mails for collaboration. They-” Ms. Flores had briefed him about the meeting but suddenly paused.A headline had popped up on her tab. Mrs. King, dead, amongst other passengers in a helicopter clash.“Ms. Flores?” Killian called, looking away from the docume
He placed a hand behind her head and sealed his lips with hers. They both froze at contact, savouring the taste, the moment. Killian turned his head and Penelope mirrored his movement, following his lead. His arms wrap around her in a vice, desiring more bodily contact. He claimed her lips possessively. She matched his passion with equal fervour. He tugged, pulled her lips and bit them lightly, earning a gasp from Penelope. The kiss was different. Drew was plain in comparison to the kiss burning her soul. She placed her hands on Killian’s chest. A soft growl emanated from him. “God… Penelope.” Killian pulled back, breathing heavily. “I… Should we stop?” He inquired, staring into her eyes. Penelope was momentarily disorientated. She took a second to process the question. She met his gaze. She was certain the desire in his eyes mirrored hers. “No.” She answered definitively and stood on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck. This time, she claimed his lips. He lifted her in his
“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