The entire glass in the room shattered simultaneously as though a powerful source had actually caused it, the room turned black due to the light out and they could barely see this person who stood still while heaving up and down in anger.“Who the hell do you think you are Trump to ruin my mood huh? Can’t you see that I’m in the middle of something and no you can’t join me?” Liam snarked at him, losing his mind but the figure didn’t move an inch making him even angrier.“What the hell is wrong with you huh? Leave or I’ll make sure you regret it.” He threatened, the only way they could see him was because his shadow was being portrayed but the corridor light was still intact although it was now dim. The moonlight had now peeked through the window casting a little light upon them as the man began to walk closer until Liam was able to see who it was.“Michael?” He was shocked staring at him and instantly pulled out a revolver gun from under one of the pillows and pointed it at him. “Get

Fredrick's POV (flashback)You would think I had the perfect life. I sit here listening to the Chief of Police talk about how he thinks I have some sort of intel on the recent high grade robberies that had been ongoing for the past two years. He looks nervous, sweat forming clear beads on his forehead. He is afraid of me and he has every right to be. I had been humiliated by my ex wife, in revenge I had brought her entire family's enterprise toppling to the ground. This had given me some sort of fear and respect with the big sharks in the corporate industry. The Chief of Police was finally done speaking."So uhm, Mr…", I stared at his badge long enough for him to feel uncomfortable."Mr Crawford, I have no idea where your criminals might be neither do I know where to find them if I wanted to help you out with this. I have important buisness to get to, Is there any other reason why you're here?"His double chin wobbled while I watched him decide on what next to say. If he wanted to ge

Hudson's I thought when Mr Perot had handed the keys of our new Highland Park home to us, it would mark the beginning of a beautiful marriage. I now know we were both with each other for the thrill. The thrill was gone when we realized we would be staring into each other's faces for years to come. We did not need to sneak around and make out. We were married. It was legal on paper. I settled into the Perot life faster than usual. I wanted more and she did too.Raya would pretend to be the perfect wife but I would always find her flirting with Atlas, our company's tech geek. Cheating on Raya wasn't all so fun but I wanted to feel something, I wanted her to feel something too. So let's say I intentionally wanted to get caught. Sitting at the dining table this morning, I wondered why she wasn't acting like her usual self. I could feel her eyes trained on me and they were usually fixed on her phone."Alright, Raya. You want to talk, let's have it", I said, tired of being watched while I

Hudson's When I had gotten the call from Raya, I thought just maybe God was giving me another chance. Maybe God was offering me some sort of olive branch since I never really believed in him. I was excited to see her, it had been weeks. I had been thrown out of my usual schedule because of cheating and now I could ack what I had lost.I was too anxious to even order. I wanted to know why she hadn't chosen to see me and even in our favourite breakfast place before we had gotten married. It felt like a step in the right direction. Staring at my pictures in the blogs where I'm covered in green smoothie and where the smoothie is mid air towards me made me feel stupid. Raya had fired me, humiliated me in front of her staff and blocked my access to our accounts. How could I have been so foolish to think she would forgive me and want me back in a mere two weeks. I left the house to stay a while with my friend, Lamar. We had known each other since high school. He was one of the few who decid

Everyone was stunned by what Michael had just done, he had dared to attack someone from the guild like it was nothing.“What do you think you’re doing Michael?” Bianca snarled at him with a horrified gaze. “What makes you think you have the Berber to hurt mr Tate’s son?” Stacking Victo was the same thing as attacking the father himself and even challenging the guild.“If you’re willing to die then you can do that on your own without dragging us into this okay?” Finn glared at him angrily, he didn't care if Michael got into trouble but was more worried about getting dragged into the whole thing.“Michael I don’t think this is right.” A line curved on Ciara’s lips as she stared at Michael in concern, although her family was powerful compared to the guild they could easily be wiped out before they lifted a finger.“He deserves every blow that I give to him no doubt and I would do it over and over again without hesitation.” Michael shrugged nonchalantly as he glared at Victor.“You don’t