Novels by kelechijustice066

It was about 8oclock in the morning the sun was shining brightly as Oliver walked into the office building of Como Groups and Hotels. He was feeling refreshed and rejuvenated after his brief break, and he was ready to dive back into work.As he stepped into the elevator, Oliver felt excited because Today was the day he would finally take control of the company and make the changes he had been wanting to make.The elevator doors opened, and Oliver stepped out into the bustling office. He was greeted by the familiar faces of his employees, who all looked up at him with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.Oliver smiled warmly as he made his way to the conference room. He knew that today was going to be a tough day, but he was ready for it.As he entered the conference room, Oliver was greeted by his team of executives, who all looked at him with a sense of trepidation."Good morning, everyone," Oliver said, his voice firm and confident. "I know we've all been through a lot lately, b

Meanwhile on the other hand , Paulo sat in his office, his mind racing with thoughts of Oliver and Mr. Grant. He knew that if Oliver resumed work on the project, he would have to act fast to protect his interests.He picked up the phone and dialed a number, waiting for his lawyer to answer."Hello?" a smooth voice said on the other end of the line."Hi, John," Paulo said, "I need to see you ASAP."There was a pause on the other end of the line before John spoke up again."I'm available now," he said. "What's going on?"Paulo took a deep breath before launching into a detailed explanation of the situation with Oliver and Mr. Grant. He told John about the project, about Oliver's attempts to sabotage him, and about Mr. Grant's involvement.John listened attentively, asking occasional questions to clarify the situation.When Paulo finished speaking, John was silent for a moment before speaking up."Okay, Paulo," he said. "I think I understand the situation. But I have to ask, what's your

The following day Victoria Taylor stepped into her office, her high heels clicking on the polished marble floor. She was a woman on a mission, and that mission was to make her real estate company the best it could be.As the head of Taylor Realty, Victoria had built a reputation for herself as a shrewd businesswoman with a keen eye for opportunity. And today, she was meeting with a potential investor who could help take her company to the next level.Victoria's assistant, a bright and cheerful young woman named Sarah, greeted her warmly as she entered the office. "Good morning, Mrs. Taylor," Sarah said, handing Victoria a cup of steaming hot coffee. "Your meeting with Mr. Dawson is scheduled for 10:00 AM."Victoria took a sip of her coffee, feeling the caffeine kick in as she scanned the morning's schedule. She had a few minutes before her meeting, so she decided to quickly scan the financial reports for the quarter.As she pored over the numbers, Victoria's mind wandered back to her

the following morning as Emma got home emma walked through the front door of her family's mansion, her body bruised and battered. She had never felt so defeated and humiliated in her life.Her mother, Victoria, was waiting for her in the living room, a look of concern etched on her face. "Emma, what happened to you?" she asked, rushing over to her daughter.Emma broke down in tears, telling her mother everything that had happened with Paulo. She told her about the way he had manipulated and controlled her, about the way he had hit her.Victoria's expression changed from concern to rage as she listened to her daughter's story. "How could he do this to you?" she spat, her eyes blazing with anger.But then, to Emma's surprise, her mother's anger turned on her. "And how could you be so stupid, Emma?" Victoria asked, her voice venomous. "How could you let him treat you like this?"Emma felt a sting from her mother's words, but she tried to explain. "Mom, I was in love with him," she said.

It was 5PM at the rooftop lounge of the Como Grand Hotel was quiet and peaceful, with only a few guests scattered about. Emma and Paulo sat in a private corner, away from prying eyes.Emma looked sad and troubled, her eyes cast down at the floor. "Paulo, I don't think we should see each other anymore," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.Paulo's expression changed, his eyes narrowing in surprise. "What are you talking about, Emma?" he asked, his voice firm but controlled."The situation is not looking good, Paulo," Emma said, shaking her head. "I don't want to be a part of it anymore."Paulo reached out and took Emma's hand, his grip tight. "The situation is under control, Emma," he said, his voice reassuring. "You don't have to worry about anything."But Emma was not convinced. She pulled her hand away from Paulo's, her eyes flashing with anger. "You're not listening to me, Paulo," she said, her voice rising. "I don't want to be a part of this anymore."Paulo's expression dar

The next morning at the Wilson Family House the Wilson family gathered in the grand dining room of their luxurious home. The room was filled with the delicious aroma of roasted meat and freshly baked bread.Oliver, still reeling from the news of his father's will, sat across from his brother, but his eyes betrayed a hint of anger and resentment.At the head of the table, their father, Charles Wilson, stood up to welcome their guest for the evening. He was a high-profile businessman, known for his ruthless tactics and cunning deals."Ladies and gentlemen, please join me in welcoming Mr. Jenkins to our home," Charles said, his voice booming across the room.The family applauded politely, and Charles introduced his sons to their guest. But as he did, he subtly hinted that Liam, the youngest son, was his heir apparent."Mr. Jenkins, this is my son Oliver," Charles said, who has been helping me with the family business."But when he introduced Liam, his tone changed. "And this is my youn