Aaron was knocked out cold from the hard liquor he drowned himself with. Tye's ground shook as he walked towards the nursery but Emily needed to call it a night. She was already an hour into the end of her shift. He made a mental note to himself to double her pay.She was, after all, the only nanny Ryan warmed up to. The nursery door was slightly ajar which caused him to enter attack mode. He immediately sobered up as he held onto the cold metal safely tucked in his side pocket.Aaron knew better than to take chances after the incident that had his woman in a coma for three painful months. He carefully walked towards the nursery, his pistol at the forefront of his vision as he held onto it tightly.He peeked into the nursery, a silent prayer on his lips as he moved with caution. He was about to cock his gun when the familiar figure of the woman he loved filled his vision. Helen cooed at Ryan inaudibly, her smile-filled face made him heave a sigh of relief.Aaron tip-toed into the

Kingston was his foundation, the first place he was spat out whole, his entire being completely rejected. Coming back here was not always eventful but desperate times like this, called for desperate measures."Are you okay? You look tense." The "almighty" Aaron Churchill, looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but Kingston. She watched him clench and unclench his fist as they approached their destination. Her question is still unanswered.The adrenaline that triggered him the last time he came here, had all but vanished.He held resentment towards the country and even more resentment towards the inhabitants that dwelled in this part of the world.Brentwood Limited was signed, sealed, and delivered on a platter under his name and an intensive clean sweep of the corrupt weeds had already begun. Lucas was stripped of his position, bankrupt, and completely broke.He had the last laugh but the memories of the past still haunted him. "Aaron, Aaron! " The worried voice of Helen beckoned

"Inmate 228, A visitor is here to see you." The warden called out to Henry Neville who still. looked the same. There was no sign of remorse, guilt, or pain in the monster that headed his way. Henry exuded pride."Well, well, well. Who do I have here, the great Aaron Churchill at my humble abode." He snickered in his seat, enjoying the view of Aaron's form opposite him holding the telephone to his ears like he could launch him through it.Henry knew why Aaron journeyed to Pennsylvania Correctional Center where he was thrown in and anticipated the visit. He felt at peace knowing he was not the only person living in hell, Aaron needed to have a taste of it. The young man looked cool, calm, and calculated but behind those edges was a little boy. The first thing Henry was going to do once he got out, was to shoot him in the head and watch him bleed to death. He made a mistake the first time, he wasn't going to miss his target again. He was the lord of the correctional facility, feared an

After his ordeal with his psycho wacko wife at his company's building, Aaron headed to the florist shop to pick up the flowers for Helen who was still infuriated at him for lying to her about their marital status. Aaron as far as he was concerned was already tied to her in ways she could never imagine. He blamed the damn amnesia for that situation he found himself in. But as a man who knew how to get what he wanted, he was going to start from scratch to get her to fall for him all over again. First, flowers were a lady's best friend. "Good day, Mr. Churchill." He noticed the lady at the counter sent him a flirtatious gaze as she popped up her little titties in his face. Uninterested in her advances, he collected what he came for and without giving her another walk out of Hathaway's Flower Heaven. "Women," Aaron muttered to himself with a disappointed nod. The Churchill mansion never felt so close yet distant as he sauntered up the stairs, hoping to coincidentally collide with Hele

Helen had no idea what caused such an abrupt reaction from Aaron, it went from a phone call to his fork clattering to the ground and then there was him, trying to recollect his thoughts leaving her with little or no information before heading out. "Emily." She called out to Emily who came running from where she stood in the kitchen, probably peeping through a tiny hole to know what caused such a ruckus."You called for me ma'am." She replied. "The food should be refrigerated for later, trust me when I say I enjoyed your meal." Helen complimented Emily's cooking and was rewarded with a smile, her beam radiant. Helen headed towards the master's bedroom ready to shower and call it a night. A flashback of the night's event, had her wondering what it could be that had Aaron at attention. Curiosity got the better part of her as she began to peruse through his personal belongings."This is so wrong Helen. Get a grip of yourself." She gave herself the pep talk before putting his things in or