The Ruthless Magnate

SAMANTHA         Samantha slowly lifts her head, mentally denying that her greatest fear had caught up with her. Silently praying that the ground will suddenly open and swallow her whole, with her son. She lifts her head only to be caught by the bluest eyes she’d ever seen. It was like those eyes are trying to ask her something and accusing her at the same time.Something that was far more different from the last time those eyes landed on hers.       “You know him, mom?”, her thoughts were interrupted by her son’s voice. She was about to answer him when the host of the party talked and asked everyone to gather around the birthday girl and sing Happy Birthday.          Samantha grabs her son and took the chance to escape as they got swamped with the crowd and went for the exit, almost running without even bothering a glance back.          “Are w

CLYDE                 So, this is where you live, huh? He looked at the house across the street where he decided to park his car. The house is two storey. With his experience as a hotelier, he’s guessing there are only two rooms in it. It has a landscaped tiny garden in front and a garage that would fit a car. He saw her car parked. He glanced at his wristwatch and checked the time. It’s 6:55 in the morning.He recalled how he got to the department store after he finally get to have her address. He grabbed every toy not knowing what his son might like. Are they awake? He wondered as he watched the front door opened. A middle aged woman walked out holding what seems to be a garbage bag. He watched as she carefully dumped it inside the garbage can right in front of his car. The woman seemed to notice him as she

CLYDE                 Clyde couldn’t help but shake his head at Samantha’s reaction. It was priceless. The first thought that came to his mind when he saw her emerged into that living room is, Jesus Christ! She’s a Goddess.There she was, looking shocked and confused and beautiful. Her hair was tussled like she did not even bother combing it, looked perfect with all that curls at the bottom. Her glorious body, that he can perfectly see beneath that thin shirt she got on was like begging and waiting for his touch. Her parted lips, tiny pointed nose and her green pair of eyes matched with all those thick lashes, just perfect. He actually wondered how he was able to control himself not to take her right there and then. But she’s right. He’s here for his son. The goal is to be known by his son as his fath

 SAMANTHA                 Samantha cannot believe that this is actually happening. She stood silently as she watched them enter the front door with Clyde holding a paper bag in his hand.                “What’s that?”, she asked, referring to the bag in his right hand.                “Oh, this?”, he replied raising his hand, “this is my emergency kit. Babe, it’s a must to have like this if you’re a businessman. You don’t know when it’s needed to sleepover, do you?”                “Oh, yeah? How

CLYDE                 “Don’t worry honey, this is almost over. You can do this, okay? I’m right beside you,” said by a woman’s voice whom he assumed the one holding the camera. Based on the background on the scene he’s currently watching, they are inside of an operating room.                The extra skinny woman lying on the operation table who has a nasal oxygen tube in her nose, wait—He grabbed the control from her and quickly paused it.                “Wait. Is that-,” he started and turned to look at her. She’s still looking at the monitor.