It was the conspiracy of the century as far as the Kingston family was concerned. The closest partner, Jeremy's father, had been caught in a compromising situation many years ago. It was an ugly one and he had barely gotten out of it alive when death snatched him through a brief illness. Jeremy knew that his father died of natural causes, after all, he was one of the best healers in the city and if anything went wrong, he should have been able to heal himself, but what he couldn't do was fight nature. Jeremy's father had warned him of what the conspiracy would do to his name if anybody uncovered it, although the lord had tried to conceal it after they settled, he was afraid that nothing hid under the sun forever and one day, someone would surely bring it to bear it. "What's happening Jeremy? Are you unable to speak now? I thought you always had a way with fancy words!" Eugene mocked, laughing loudly in the office. Jeremy quickly snapped out of his reverie and realized that the lor

The lord of the Jason family left victorious that morning, he had gotten Jeremy out of the way for good - or so he believed. Eugene arrived at the Kingston estate many hours later, he had an appointment with Hilda and Gilbert, and he knew they were eager to know how his confrontation went. At the gate, the security allowed Eugene in after receiving a confirmation call from Hilda herself. Eugene had not been to the estate in a very long time, the Jason's family relationship with Kingston was not what it used to be. Eugene had learned his lesson, everyone was alone in the rat race, there was no brotherhood or allies, just pawns in the game. Inside the building, Eugene parked behind a brand new-looking Range Rover and paused for a few seconds to admire it. The Kingston family was no doubt swimming in wealth, he could not pinpoint where they got the money from but for certain Hilda and Gilbert weren't doing badly even with the lord's disappearance for a while. "Welcome, Mr. Eugene, ou

Six days later, Jeremy Harrison sat on a lounge chair in an upscale resort in Jacksonville, Florida. He was staring into the clear sky and listening to the gossip of the girls in the water beside him. But within, none of it made sense, his mind wandered to the things he'd rather be doing with his time. The calls he should be making, everything he had to do to get out of the mess Eugene had dipped him in. Jeremy might not have known the next step but he knew for sure that he'd never let Eugene or the Kingston family win, never. A few minutes later, the girls by the poolside gladly left after making several advances at him and seeing that he wasn't interested. Jeremy could not make any calls, he got information early - thankfully - from Hanson that all his private and office lines were being monitored and Eugene had planted multiple spies on him. It wasn't safe out there, he had to find a hiding place and so he did. A few days after he visited Sinclair, he simply packed his bags

"Give me the inheritance?" Sinclair asked, he could not believe his ears. How desperate could the two be?"You heard me, Sinclair, I know every man has a price, how about you make yours?" Eugene asked. Sinclair looked at him and then moved his eyes back to Hilda whose years had suddenly dried up and she was looking at him with an equally cocky expression. "You don't have to remain loyal to a man that is dead, Domino, Kingston is not coming back," Hilda said. "And how do you know that? The rest of the world thinks he's missing, how do you know he's dead? Is there something you're not telling us?" Sinclair asked and she waved it away like it was inconsequential, "Oh please, alive? Do you think lord Kingston would still be alive and watch all this happen? Watch his wife and lovely son struggle to find what belongs to them?" Sinclair scoffed, Kingston had never loved his family as much as he ought to and he could not even blame the man. Hilda was a devil from the depths of hell and Gi

Jeremy sat on the private jet, he was nervous and anxious. He had a premonition that something terrible had just happened. After trying to reach Sinclair all night and into the next morning, he figured out that a trip back home was inevitable. Something was wrong. Soon, the jet landed in California and the first thing he did was stop by Sinclair's house. He found out that he was not home. He met with his housekeeper who wasn't very clear on what was going on. "When did he leave?"He asked but the woman did not look like she had much to say to him, "He left this morning," she replied simply. "Did something happen? A break-in? A heart attack?" Jeremy asked, he was not just curious but bothered. Sinclair was a relatively healthy man. He'd seen him return from an early morning run once or twice and he had a whole gym facility at home and the firm. Could he possibly have had an underlying medical condition? "No, Mr Sinclair is fine, he just stepped out." The woman replied vaguely. He kn