All Chapters of THE APPLE'S OF HIS EYE: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

{Abebi}"Your fate has been sealed,"" the negotiations fail,""You have barely two hours left," Lorenzo sneered, his voice laced with malice. The words hung in the air, ominous and filled with impending doom. Every fibre of my being screamed for escape, but the restraints that bound me to the chair only served to emphasize my helplessness.Desperation seeped into my voice as I mustered the strength to respond. "I can negotiate. I have the money," I pleaded, my voice trembling with fear and uncertainty. I hoped that somehow my offer could sway his merciless heart, that my life could be spared.Lorenzo's laughter echoed through the room, a chilling sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Your money is worthless to me," he declared coldly, his eyes gleaming with a sinister resolve. It became painfully clear that this was about more than mere financial gain. There was a deep-rooted vendetta driving his actions, a quest to restore his lost honor.The realization left me reeling, my min

{Abebi}Sitting in my office, the rhythmic beats of music floating in the background, I received an incoming call. It was Camelia, my trusted associate. I lowered the volume of the sound system and answered the call."Hello, boss. Your in-laws just checked into the building," Camelia informed me. "They are asking for you," she added."Bring them to my office," I replied, acknowledging the urgency in her voice. Ending the call, I composed myself and prepared to receive my guests.Within minutes, Camelia appeared at the door of my office, accompanied by an elderly man and woman.They exuded a sense of authority and wisdom. A smile graced my face as I rose from my chair to greet them."Welcome to Felixco Bar," I greeted them warmly, my voice filled with genuine warmth. "Please, have a seat," I gestured towards the plush chairs in front of my desk, inviting them to make themselves comfortable.As they settled into their seats, I observed their expressions, noting a mix of curiosity and e

{Abebi }( the next morning)I walked into Felixco Bar with my brother Tony by my side. The atmosphere was lively, and Camelia greeted us warmly. "Good morning, Camelia," I responded with a smile. Tony and I then made our way through a narrow door that led us to Felixco Wine Factory. The workers inside paused their tasks, their attention drawn to our presence.Taking a moment to gather their focus, I cleared my throat and addressed them. "Hello, everyone," I began, projecting my voice to ensure all could hear. The workers shifted, giving their full attention."This is Tony," I introduced him, gesturing towards my brother. "He will be your new coordinator."I emphasized the importance of respecting Tony, stating clearly, "Any disrespect towards him is, in essence, disrespect towards me." The workers exchanged glances, acknowledging the gravity of my words. I wanted them to understand the significance of their behavior and the unity required for our collective success.Drawing their

{Mac Allister}The scorching sun beat down on the tar road, its rays casting an unforgiving glare. With a sense of urgency, I voiced my concern to Bruno about not missing the designated track. He focused on the map displayed on the phone screen, navigating our way through the bustling traffic.As we sped past cars, our speedometer pushing its limits, a sudden halt came upon us at a traffic light. The abrupt stop caught us off guard, and I could feel the tension mounting in the air. Before I could react, a massive trailer emerged from the side of the road, colliding with our car. The impact sent our vehicle tumbling down the side of the road, careening until it landed in a flat expanse at the bottom of the valley.In the aftermath, our car lay upside-down, its metal structure twisted and mangled. Bruno and I found ourselves hanging upside-down from our seat belts, disoriented and trapped. It was a dire situation, made worse by the approaching figure of a man. The glint of a 44-magnum

{Abebi}The snowflakes fell gently around me as I stepped out of my car, clad in a pristine white ski suit. The sight of Mac Allister's compound never failed to impress me. Rows of luxurious vehicles, including five Mercedes Benz C-Class cars, a Ford, and even a Ferrari, adorned the parking lot. It was a testament to the opulence that surrounded Mac Allister's life.As I made my way towards the grand mansion, my eyes met Bianca, who was carrying a tray of food. Her gaze lingered on me for a moment before she averted her eyes, perhaps surprised to see me there. Passing by the basketball court, I caught Isabella and Chiara in the midst of sweeping the court. Their eyes widened in recognition as they whispered my name to each other.A small smile played on my lips as I continued on my path, not dwelling too much on their surprise. I had grown accustomed to the impact my presence had on others. It was a consequence of the reputation I had built for myself—a woman who defied expectation