"Wait. Wait. What do you mean get to the business of the day? Aren't you going to kill us? That's what I would expect from someone who holds such big and many grudges against us," Hyde said because he couldn't understand how they were still alive. "Dad!" Samuel called in an admonishing tone. He wondered how their father could talk about their deaths in such a relaxed manner. "Kill you? No. I don't have that kind of mercy. People like you deserve to live. I will make your life a living hell and you will wish you were dead. But no. I won't kill you," Tyson said and looked at Jordan who was looking at the three. "Why am I here? I am not a Carter. I shouldn't be here. They are the bad guys. I'm William asked and the three Carter's forgot about their predicament for a while as they looked at him. "What? We have treated you as part of our family!" Hyde said and at that William laughed. "Part of your family? If I wasn't useful, would you have kept me? Would you have allowed me to live i

"Eo, darling, which dress so you like? Grandma will get it for you. You must look beautiful on that day," that was Susan talking to Tara. She was holding a big wedding magazine where they were choosing cloth designs. She wanted clothes for herself, her husband, Tara and Patricia. She didn't know if Samantha would want to invite any friends but one thing was for sure, Samantha had lost all the friends she had after she married Tyson. But Susan didn't want her spirits dimmed. She would invite all her friends. They must come and see that Samantha had a bigger wedding than any of their daughters. These were the things Susan lived for: money and showing it off. This wedding would be a perfect opportunity to show everyone in LA that she wasn't the normal Susan they knew. She was now on another level."Hey mom, Tara baby, how are you guys doing?" Patricia asked as she put her small purse on the table. She had just come from work."Auntie!" Tara said as she ran towards her aunt for a hu

66. Game "We should go shopping. You need more business suits. You are a president of three companies ma'am. You must," Carla said as she argued with Samantha. She noticed that since she started guarding Samantha, the other woman had less than ten decent clothes and she was only using those ones. Yes, she was very beautiful and any dress looked good on her but she needed more clothes. She was a boss herself and was the wife of an even bigger boss. Samantha didn't see the need of getting more clothes. But Carla had permission from her boss to do whatever she wanted with Samantha as long as it was for her good. Carla also loved Samantha because she was a good woman. She never, even for once, made Carla feel like a servant. No. Samantha always treated Carla like an equal and this made Carla treat her like her younger sister. "Carla, I have said this a thousand times and I will say it again, I don't need more clothes," Samantha said in her Samantha way. "Look here sis, I can call y

68. Another night of... The next thing to happen as Gwen sat there was Mr Seth Miller walking into the shop in a hurry followed by a dozen men and women. "Mrs Gray, sorry to keep you waiting," he said apologetically as he came to where Samantha was seated. "Your husband called and I promise I did all I could as soon as possible and I am here now," he said as he handed Samantha the documents he was holding. "These are the ownership documents for this fashion shop. It now belongs to you. I promise you that they are all legal and it was the transfer that took us long," Seth said and Samantha was out of words. "But Seth, I know nothing about fashion!" Samantha said in a defeated voice."Don't worry ma'am, I will help. I will take care of it. Also Star is idle nowadays and she loves fashion," Carla said and at that Seth smiled. "That's taken care of then. Then, I will be seeing you Mrs Gray," Seth said as he turned to walk away but at that moment, Tyson walked in. As usual, he was i

70. A Good Show"I look like a Christmas tree! I can't go out like this!" Samantha complained after she saw her look on the big mirror. "Mummy, you look beautiful. You will keep that dress and give me to get married in. Okay mama?" Tara asked as she circled to see how her mama looked. She was also wearing a purple replica of her mother's dress courtesy of her grandmother. Susan was proud of her handiwork. She had worked tirelessly to make sure that Samantha looked regal, as she called it, during her wedding. Like she, Susan, had vowed, this was going to be the wedding of the century in the state of California. "Let me go out to make sure that everything is okay and that Tyson is ready and I will call Carla to bring you down. Okay Carla?" Susan said as she looked at Carla who, all this time, was still beside Samantha. "Come with me sweetie," Susan said as she took her granddaughter's hand. They walked out and Carla and Patricia started helping Sam straighten her already perfect