IN RICCARDO'S MANSIONIt was a spacious, empty but aesthetically layout design in the mansion, it was painted all white, only the furniture and equipment had different colors. In the sitting room there were several artworks on display, only one was portrait of Mr. Riccardo Ferdinand Deville. The portrait was an original painted image of him, it looked so real and clear, it would be the first thing to attract ones attention when you step inside the mansion.A big white blinding light from the gigantic chandelier in the room pierced into his eyes, he was fast asleep, enjoying the smooth and soft feeling of comfort from the bed. He rolled left- right on the big king sized bed he was sleeping in, anyone would find it hard getting out of such a comfy and big bed. “Good Morning sir, you’re late for your morning routine” it was Vazquez his house keeper and personal assistant, who turned on the light in a bid to wake up his master.He tardily took off the heavy, fluffy cover he used on his

The Richarlison’s apartment A rented apartment of a room and parlor situated in a densely populated two story building, owned by Augusto Desmond Ernesto.Everywhere was rowdy, plates, clothes and other materials were left lying around in the surrounding, the apartment had a public kitchen and restroom.The wires from the electricity pole were almost touching the ground, most of the connections were by passed.Riccardo followed Mrs. Vanessa Richarlison home, she had gone to bail him out as soon as she heard that he was in jail.Mrs. Vanessa Richarlison was a hard working nurse, she worked from morning to evening, upon her arrival without resting she had to go an bail her son; throughout their journey home, Riccardo tried explaining to her that he wasn’t his son and he needs her help.Mrs. Vanessa Richalson was mute all through their journey back home; Riccardo followed her as she led the way.They got inside their apartment it was on the first floor; “how do you people survive in a pl

It was a cold and frosty evening; the temperature was extremely low, the sky was gloomy with its darkened gray color, the moon would soon be out.Riccardo and his gang members were made to held down by Adrian’s thugs; they were at Martinez house earlier to get him; he and his friend tried escaping their claws but the thugs were smart enough to come with a lot of men.They were forced to kneel with their hands tied to their backs.“Undress them”, said Adrian in a coarse and husky voice; he continues sipping his local gin, it was a common trend there to help heat them up during the cold.“Please don’t its too cold, we’d die of Pneumonia and you won’t get your money” Randall said.Other boys joined in and begged Adrian; it fell on deaf ears. They stripped the boys leaving them in only their underwear.Adrian stood up from his sit, took out a cigarette from its pack and lighted it, he hit all the boys below the abdomen serially; “ which one of you would take the fall, no that the wrong qu

Riccardo had just gone through the letter; his hands were visibly vibrating but he still clunged his hands to the paper. Posed with mixed feelings he sets out to reread the letter, standing up from his sit. "This is crazy, suddenly I have a child that's not mine just because of this body…No I must be dreaming" "Don't forget to take care of the poultry today Fransisco!" Mrs Richarlison said as she stormed out of the house hurriedly; dressed in her uniform she added "you already know I have to go very early". Riccardo was startled "Poultry?!" He asked reeking with sarcam. He was ignored by Mrs Richarlison, "help your little sister to school also, be nice to her" It was still early in the morning, not resting from the brutalizing midnight he had in the hands of Adrian's and his thugs, "A basketball game, A baby and now take care of the poultry; how on earth would I be able to do that? I'm finding Martinez today no matter what it takes" Riccardo went outside the house, looking ar

Riccardo's POVI found my way back to beauty's house, the phone battery went down suddenly, that was the only place I could charge peacefully. I watched it dearly the percentage increased.Beauty rushed down from her room, almost hitting and slamming her body on the floor. I was shocked to the core. “What’s chasing you? Who are you running from? The last I knew it was just you and I in the house?”Gasping for air and controlling her actions, she said to me “My father is here. He came in through the back gate. I saw him from my window in the room. You have to run now.”Not today, I have had enough of this built-up tension. “What do you mean, you told me no one was home?”“Did you not hear me clearly, why are you acting as if this is the first time my father is coming home unannounced,” she said with disgust.That brat, Martinez, was everything bad and a problem. “Why visit a girl when you know her father allows no such things? You could court her in the right way. To stop it all, she is