"Let us meet at the usual place. Bring along a hundred packs of the substance while coming this time. The demand is much higher now than it used to be," Owen told someone over the phone. "Alright, Boss. I'll do that," replied the voice at the other end. "Please, don't delay," Owen said as he hung up on the phone. "The deal is sure," Owen told his friend who was sitting on the sofa. As soon as the friend heard that, he burst into laughter out of excitement. He was a young man who was supposed to be in his thirties, but he was looking older because he consumed hard drugs. Owen and the man dealt in hard drugs; that was where Owen made his money from. Although he lied to many that he was involved in the export of goods and they believed him. He rode big cars and had several houses in different cities, and some wondered at the source of his wealth. "I've paid a part payment for that house I talked to you about. It costs a fortune, but I know that it's something that'll be easy to com

Dub had been concerned about Amelia. It looked like she had made a resolve not to return to him. He had sent her text messages, called her severally, and even gone to her house to visit her, but it never worked, so he decided to talk to her parents about it. He decided that he was going to tell the Williams and the Coxs. Even though Mr and Mrs Williams were her biological parents, he was determined not to tell them alone but to also tell Mrs Cox, since Amelia grew up with her and she understood her better. He didn't wish to involve his parents in this, but he felt he had no choice. All this while, he had thought that the bond between himself and Amelia was strong and it would be difficult to separate them, but right now, he was no longer sure. He picked up his phone and dialled Mrs Cox's number. "Hello, Mum." "Hey, Dub. It's been such a while. How are you doing?" Mrs Cox asked. "I'm fine, Mum. I called to talk to you about Amelia. I don't think I understand her anymore. Amelia

Amelia was heartbroken after she heard the conversation between Owen and the lady that he used in achieving his aims. "So it was all a set-up. How I wish I was smart enough to know this?" Amelia told herself feeling very pained. She wished that she had not broken up her relationship with Dub. Dub was loving and caring to her, and now, she felt that he didn't deserve the treatment she gave to him. She broke down in tears when she remembered the way her relationship with Owen started, and how he and his sister deceived her into the relationship. She tried to dial Dub's number severally, but his number was not going through. It was a Saturday and she was not ready to wait till the following week before seeing Dub to apologize to him. He was on leave until Wednesday, so she knew that she wouldn't be able to see him at work until Wednesday. She waited for a while before trying his number again, peradventure it was the network or something, but his number still did not go through. So

Amelia arrived at the police station as a suspect. "Young lady, you were arrested for being one of Mr Owen Powell's accomplices. Mr Owen Powell is a dealer of hard and illicit drugs and we've been on the lookout for him and his accomplices." "I don't know what you're talking about. Never knew Owen dealt in hard and illicit drugs. Oh, my God!" Amelia exclaimed in shock, then she began to sob. "I just started relating with him two weeks ago. I came into his house a few minutes ago when I heard the sound of the police's vehicle. Please, release me! I'm not one of his accomplices. You need to believe me," Amelia said, as tears rolled down her cheeks. She regretted agreeing to date Owen. If only she had refused him when he asked her out, she wouldn't be in this mess. She saw the way Owen squandered money, but she never for once thought that he could be involved in something illicit. She gave him all her heart, without knowing that she was giving it to the wrong person. Amelia was taken

Sandra had thought that she would be compensated by the Yales for attempting to kill Donald, but to her surprise, she wasn't. She and Betty exchanged words and abused each other before she left their house the other day. And she regretted allowing the Yales to influence her in the first place. She believed that if she hadn't danced to the Yales's tune, she would still be in Donald's house; now she was sure that there was no way she could get back to being Donald's wife, no matter how much she tried. Now, they knew her to be a murderer, and she knew that trying to get back with him could make her end up in prison. The fact that she was still free and yet to be arrested was enough reason to be joyous, so she decided to accept her fate. She entered two marriages in less than a year. If she knew what she could do to get back at the Yales for what they did to her, she would just do it. She wasn't sure of what to tell her Mum who believed that she was doing well with Donald. Her chan