All Chapters of The Deceiver's Handbook: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Drew’s POV“Arrrrrrghhhh…” I groaned nastily at the sound of the doorbell. I stretched my muscular body on my king sized bed while contemplating ignoring the visitor or answering them. The hours between four and seven were my absolute best and I could give up my inheritance to gain some good sleep during this time. Not like I had one anyways. My dad Peter was just such a pain in the neck; a well-to-do father with a struggling son.Well it seemed like the person got impatient because this time, they held on the bell for longer, making my ears tingle. “Who the fuck is here to disturb my peace this morning?” I said aloud, a little angered as I hurried out of the bed like a zombie to get the door.I quickly threw on a robe I hung on my closet door on my almost naked body and hurried to the balcony.“Good morning Drew. I must have woken you up. I'm so sorry” said the person standing right in front of me. It was Sheena, May’s bestfriend and the sight of her only increased my rage. Deep do

I wiped the sweat off my forehead as I expertly piped a border of chocolate ganache onto the tray of freshly baked croissants. It wasn't typical of me to sweat profusely during work hours despite the heat which escaped from the oven whenever Pastries were being baked. I felt some sort of feverishness that seemed to intensify the more work I did but I attributed it to work strain.“Entrepreneurship is not a child’s play,” I whispered to myself. I could never fully explain the joy I felt whenever I resumed work in the mornings. I was so proud of how much I’d captured the hearts of the people in the neighbourhood. My orders and supplies had tripled from a month ago when I started out but that was no easy thing to do.I tilted my neck to my left hand side and there was my assistant Ray sliding a tray of golden-brown scones into the oven. She was such a workaholic who loved her job. All I ever did was give her my recipe and she delivered the pastries just fine.“You have so much energy Ra

“No weekend at mine will have you counting your calories honey,” she said and we both let out a loud round of laughter after which we continued to devour our delicious meal of scrambled eggs and mashed potatoes.The weekends at my aunt’s were always the highlight of the week for me, and I think her tantalizing meals were a plus on the menu.“I need to watch the plates though; I’m forever never beating the missing waist allegation”, I added and she almost choked on her glass of water.“Easy ma’am," I said in sarcasm and comfort at the same time as I rubbed gently on her back, making soothing circles on it. We took the remaining bits of food in silence and when we were done, I sluggishly stood up and cleared the circular dining table on which we’d just feasted.“That was so delicious! No one does it like my mama,” I exclaimed while fixing my gaze on her to see her smiles. I loved gassing her up, and I knew she deserved every bit of the words and hype and I loved it for her. “Thank you

May’s POVWhen Drew and I were still an item, we used to pay regular visits to his dad’s mansion which was a few meters from our environ. Today, I set out to go see him and inform him of my pregnancy to his son.As my aunt had said rightly, I was already bestowed with the sole opportunity of choosing what I wanted for myself and I had chosen to hold on with my former termination plans as I wanted to hear from Peter first.My hopes were somewhere in between mid and low bars. Something about deciding to retain the baby made my heart leap for joy. It was unplanned motherhood but it seemed like I was going to love the process and the outcome eventually.“Knock knock! I said in a low tone as I hit the beautifully sculptured white wooden door leading into the dormitory, but I got no response.My journey into this confinement was a long one as I kept being interviewed by Peter’s numerous guards. As much as I was glad that there were no restraining orders, I was also about to lose it when the

“I’ll treat you to dinner tonight. 7pm, at The Smith’s Cafe,” she said, laying emphasis on the time. “Can we reschedule?” I asked her, attempting to test her patience which I knew was non-existent. “Don’t piss me off cousin,” she retorted and I let out a nasty laugh. “See you then!” I said, and I tapped the red icon on my screen to terminate the call. Nicole was my favorite cousin and in fact my closest friend and confidant. She was strongly rooting for my previous failed relationship so it hurt her deeply to see that it didn’t work out as she had envisioned.“You two have great prospects for the future,” she would always remind us whenever we hung out as a trio. And now that it had gone down the drain, she was still here, standing firmly by my side.It was currently 5pm and I had just retired from a very busy day at the studio, trying to get a few records in. I had a music career that I didn’t know whether to refer to as upcoming or failed. Since my childhood, I’d always aspired t