"You'll talk sooner than you think," Xavier added. "Please," I begged but they just ignored me. Mrs. Wilson took out a box. I heard clicking sounds and the box opened. Mrs. Wilson took a whip out of the box and closed it. My eyes widened with fear, "what are you going to do to me?" I asked. "Since you refuse to speak, my son will lash the truth out of you." Mrs. Wilson said to me.Xavier accepted the whip from his mother and stepped forward towards me, "spear the rod and spoil the child. That's how the saying goes right?" Xavier said and gave me the first strike with the whip. I shouted as the whip came in contact with my skin. It felt like it dragged out my skin with it as it parted from contact. Xavier swung his hand, again and again, repeating it until he was sure that I reached my limit. "Were you spying on me and my mother last night?!" Xavier yelled a question. "You stole that money didn't you?!" he added. I lost all my strength and my head hung loose like the rest of my b

The driver took me and Xavier to the location and I boarded the plane while Xavier returned with the driver to the mansion. When I reached my destination I immediately called my agent, "where is the officer staying?" I asked him. "I'll send you the address now Mrs. Wilson," he replied and I ended the call. The address was sent to my phone in a matter of seconds and I entered another car which was waiting for me. I gave my driver the address and he drove to that precise location. I was about to come out of my car and enter but I stopped myself. Two police officers came out of the compound. Then it hit me, of course, a man who was going to make such a speech to accuse me would be surrounded by security. I can still reach him. Just not by daylight. "Take me to my sons' mansion," I instructed the driver. He dropped me there and parked the car amongst others while I entered the mansion. I dialed the number of Mr. Cranston and he answered it, "Hello?" he said. "Fuck you and your fuck

"Yes sir. Of course." I answered. Wilson and moved aside to let him in. Mr. Wilson came inside, observing all that was around. Luckily for me, I cleaned up the mess Xavier made long before now. "I like what you did with the place." Mr. Wilson joked and I laughed. "I'm sorry that you have to live in the attic. I don't know what is wrong with my wife and why she hates you." Mr. Wilson said. "When you are as poor as me, it's easy to be hated, sir. I'm used to that treatment from others." I said. "I just need a breakthrough in my life. Even God knows that I have suffered overdue." I added. Mr. Wilson looked at me with pity in his eyes, "and your breakthrough will be provided at the right time. Be sure of that." Mr. Wilson said. "Sir, I'm sorry that you have nowhere to sit. I apologize for keeping you standing." I said. Mr. Wilson chuckled, "if I wanted to sit, I'd already had my butt on the floor once I came in. I'm okay like this." Mr. Wilson said. "Devon," he called my name. "Sir?

Barely before I could even start my car, I received a phone call. I checked to see who it was and I saw Thomas' name there. The same Thomas that was supposed to marry my daughter in five days now. I wonder why he was calling me all of a sudden. I picked up and placed the phone on my ear, "well, good day madam." Thomas greeted me. "Good day Thomas. What appears to be the problem?" I asked him, just waiting for him to state his business. "You see... I called to make it known to you that I will not be marrying your daughter anymore." Thomas said, into the phone. "I see... And why, if I may ask, is that?" I replied. "I don't have interest in her anymore. That's why. I have met someone better... I mean someone else. No one is better than your daughter of course. I just don't deserve her." Thomas said in a frightened tone and stammering. "Okay. I understand your decision. Love is important after all." I said to him. "You think so madam?" he asked me. "Of course I do. I know so. I wis

Nighttime arrived and I found myself standing in front of my husband's room door with a knife in my gloved hands. I knocked first, just to know if he was still awake. No response came after the first and second knock and that concluded me that he was asleep. I slowly opened the door and stepped into the almost pitch-black room. I slid open the curtains and moonlight shone into the room. My husband was sleeping peacefully on his bed. Little did he know that it was his last sleep. I drew his blanket down from his face and knew immediately that I was being played. "What?!" I exclaimed in surprise and a whisper. Under the blanket was only a bunch of pillows arranged to deceive me. My senses kicked in and I moved aside, immediately grabbing hold of the mysterious person who was about to attack from behind. I pinned the person to the bed and kicked away the bat which had fallen from his hand. I grabbed his hair and lifted his face upwards to see. The kind of shock that ran through my b