All Chapters of The Billionaires Too (#2): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The storm was heavy. Driving was impossible. Others waited for the storm to calm down, but others just wanted to drive home and get it over with as water flowed through the streets like a river. Most people feared for their lives remembering the flood that had occurred earlier in the year, taking people and cars with it. MAITLAND, Woltemade Cemetery in Cape Town looked like one of those graveyards in horror movies because of the storm, but it was not that bad when you looked closer. The only thing that made it bad was that in those graves laid people’s loved ones who passed away from different causes. But maybe it was also good because some people found healing where their loved ones lay, that is where they preferred pouring their hearts out, and some found pleasure and joy in cleaning the graves now and then. The water from the heavy rain flowed recklessly through the ground, some flowing into the few graves that were yet to be used. Despite the inte

MJ didn't know who to trust anymore. She couldn't even trust herself, so how was she going to trust anyone else?   "MJ!" She sat up abruptly at the sound of her brother calling her name. Had she been sleeping on the couch? She turned around to find Jorge standing next to the couch, where she was seated. "How long have I been sleeping?" She asked, looking around her while stretching her arms.  "I don't know, I just got home and found you here. Are you okay?" He asked with a glass of Scotch in his hand. He was wearing a grey three-piece suit, a jacket on his shoulder and his shirt rolled up. MJ remained quiet and smoothed over her dress. Jorge sighed and sat down next to her. "Wanna talk about it?" He asked, but MJ remained silent. "Were you crying?" Jorge asked.   MJ's head snapped in his direction, but he remained unfazed, taking this chance to study her face. Her eyes were puffy, and her nose re

At exactly 1a.m., MJ arrived at the beach house in a new dress. It was a long blue strapless dress she had bought after someone spilled coffee on her blouse. Walking into the house, she threw her handbag on the couch and took off her heels. She walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge, retrieving a bottle of still water.  She gulped down the water until it was half, and left the bottle on the counter before she went back to the sitting room and plopped down on the couch. She leaned back on the couch and closed her eyes, rubbing her eyelids. Heaving a long sigh, she tilted her head to the side, facing the kitchen doorway. When she opened her eyes, they were glassy, cold glassy, looking ready to be relieved.  If she had any tears to shed, she would as her mind travelled back to a few nights ago, on the 3rd of May 2017. Coming back to this house was the last thing she'd expected to do after that ordeal. Memories of that day were st

Her Monday had started well so far; she had arrived at work in time to open the building even though she had to take a taxi since Anita was not around to pick her up from her apartment anymore.   After taking off without notice, Jorge and Anita had sent through an email informing Meryl that they were coming back today from Cape Town trip.   The day after dinner, Anita arrived to work wearing shades and she completely ignored Meryl. It was obvious that she had been crying, and that proved to Meryl that Anita did not leave her apartment because she had nothing to wear; she left Meryl’s apartment because she wanted to go home and cry alone.  Meryl had been trying to call her to tell her about her encounter with Javier that night and what she discovered, but her phone was off, and she was ignored her the entire day. When Jorge finally arrived, they left the office, and went on to work outside o

Why wouldn’t everyone just leave her alone?  It was not like she committed a murder; it was only fraud and tax invasion.  Knock, knock, knock!  "Why are people always banging on my door?!" She groaned as she climbed out of bed.   She switched on the side lamp and put on her gown, and then she wore her sleepers and strode out of the room.  It was past midnight and someone was knocking at her door. Considering everything that she went through, one would expect her to be careful with who she let in, but to no avail. She switched on the dining room light, and opened the door while rubbing her eyes.  She had spent her day staring at her laptop since she came back from the office. Her boxes from the office were still sitting on the floor next to the door.  She had been checking her social media acco