The next morning, Kelvin was sitting on his sofa when his security guard walked toward him.“Boss, the DPO from yesterday is outside. He said you're expecting him. He came with a young man who he claimed to be his nephew.” He said, and Kelvin darted his eyes around."Well, bring them in." “Ok, boss." He said, and Kelvin watched his back as he walked out of the house. He returned almost immediately, with the DPO and a young man in his later 30s.“Mr. Woodluck," the DPO said with a smile on his face, and Kelvin returned the smile.“Please, sit down and make yourselves comfortable," Kelvin suggested, and the DPO smiled. Kelvin shifted his gaze to the young man that had come with the DPO. “You must be the Nephew we talked about." He said, and the young man buried his gaze on the sofa feeling starstruck. “What's your name please?"“Umm… Jack. My name is Jack." He responded, and Kelvin nodded his head. “So, Jack. Tell me what happened that day. You were there when my Ex-wife was attack

On a very sunny afternoon, the dark cloud had obscured the sun, as it was about to rain heavily. Kelvin was sitting on his sofa in Vancouzer, when his phone rang, diverting his attention from the drama he was watching on the television. She glanced at the phone lying next to him and stretched out his hand. When he picked it up it was a call from Amara, Mark Muller's girl. A broad smile spread across his face, and he bit his lower lips. “Gotcha!" He muttered silently. He had been calling her for hours, but he got no response. The last time they met, she gave him her contact, insisting that he would need it someday. And as she said, the day has come. “Hello," he greeted in a soft tone. "Look who has been calling me all day. You have no idea how surprised I am right now, Mr. Woodluck." She said, and Kelvin scoffed.“Please, call me Kelvin. You don't need the "Mr…" title attached.” He said, and she mumbled inaudible words. “So who won at the tail end? I told you that a day shall come

On a cold evening, the Stormy rainfall had brought about immense cold to the atmosphere. Becca alighted from the car with no sign of happiness in her. She was standing right before Mariana's residence.Mariana was in the kitchen when she heard the doorbell. She knew it had to be a stranger. Johnny had gone to the hospital. Katherine was going to be discharged, he wanted to bring her home by himself.Mariana furrowed her brow suspiciously. She knew that she was having an uninformed visitor. As she plodded towards the sitting room, Becca had already ushered herself in. She stood before the pictures on the wall, staring at them in admiration. Mariana rushed in and saw her standing on her feet. She froze and studied her carefully. Becca turned around, and their gaze met. “Hello, Mariana." She greeted her with a fake smile covering her burning heart, but Mariana scoffed and refused to be fooled by her smile.“What do you want, Becca? And who let you in,?” Mariana inquired hastily, but Be

“What are your reasons for telling me, Mariana? We agreed to leave Becca out of all these!” Gregory roared over the phone. Finding out that Becca has gotten some clue of what's going on took his marriage to a different turn. Mariana scoffed, trying not to fight back her anger. “You think I wanted her to know? No, I don't. Everything didn't work as I planned it. Becca wasn't supposed to come to me. She fucking threatened me, what do you expect me to do? Let her get to me first huh?” Mariana inquired, and Gregory held his forehead, a sign of his confused state. “That's why she's angry. You know what? Goodbye, Mariana. You've caused enough damage for today!” He yelled and ended the call immediately. He walked into the room, darting his eyes around. His gaze fell on a picture of his wedding day with Becca. She looked like a goddess under the morning sunlight, as her beauty radiated. He shook his head and walked out of the room, knowing things woul

At sunrise the following morning, Johnny saw on the balcony of the house, staring at the rising sun admiringly, as its shining light cascaded on the earth revealing its true beauty.“Cheers to this day. May this day bring us peace,” he said and raised his wine glass in the air as a toast to the sun. The absence of Katherine in the house was a big blow, and he felt it. So does Mariana. The door behind him made a squeaking sound, indicating that someone was coming, but he didn't bother to look who it was. His gaze steadied on the sun like he was studying it from the balcony. “Are you ok, son?" Mariana's beautiful voice spoke from his back, and he gasped and turned around. It was morning already, and he was already drunk. She could see the effect of alcohol in his eyes as she stared at him.She gasped softly, and her face fell into a perplexed frown. She narrowed her eyes and swallowed, as a sense of guilt coursed within her.“Hey," he muttered without looking, and his voice barely abov