There was nothing Rebecca hated more than being turned down or rather denial. How dare lowly security guards turn her down even after she told them who she was! Her family weren't the big shots in the city but they were well known enough to be respected by ordinary soldiers. There was a pyramid of the city and the way things worked. If she were to grade it, the Cooper family would be grade A and she and her family would be at grade C now that she had a partnership with their family. So she felt like the people from grade D to the lowest grade should at least pay respect to her and listen to her and not someone like Ashton who obviously didn't belong to any grade.Which was why she had found it rather unbelievable. It wasn't making any sense to her that they were taking orders from Ashton but she didn't have the time to make sense of it either. She angrily walked towards Ashton with a frown on her face. “What is the meaning of this? Is it some sort of trick? Rather, is it funny fo

Lica gave her a smile and called out her name. The young girl's angelic voice snapped her out of her thoughts. “Ms. Knowles, I am so glad that I can see you again. I have to tell you, you really were brave even in the presence of death.” Rebecca smiled as she walked up to her and gently hugged her. She didn't know where was hurting her but she knew she had to be careful. After all, the girl was sitting on a hospice bed. “Lica I–” “Please,” Lica cut her off. “I really despise being called that name. Just call me Angel, it makes me feel a little less tense and it reminds me that I am no longer in that dreadful place. Only my enemies and torturers call me that name.” The look on her face darkened as she spoke. She looked up to Ashton who was standing right next to her bed and her lips pouted. “Why didn't you tell her?”“I am so sorry, I can't believe I let something as vital as that skip my mind.” Ashton apologized with a sad smile on his face. “I promise to let things stick into m

She noticed that her brain was finding it hard to process the story she had just heard. Definitely there was something wrong about it.  Did Angel hit her head somewhere? Was she starting to lose her mind? Or was she just saying all that nonsense because she probably had feelings for Ashton?  After all, he was a very handsome young man who always wore a cool demeanor wherever he went, drawing the eyes of every woman that passed him by. He was more of a babe magnet and it worked so effortlessly that it made her jealous.  While they were still married, she could remember clearly that even her friends used to talk about how handsome Ashton was and they wouldn't mind getting down with him even though he was poor.  They assured her that they would never try to do such with her husband though but she knew that if Ashton had given them a chance then the both of them w

Ashton sat up from his bed. He couldn't tell the kind of dream he had just had. All he remember was running away from something and not able to get to his destination. And now he had awoken to a sweaty body. He looked up at the ceiling fan that kept rotating but wasn't circulating any fresh air. He let out a sigh. Maybe he should have invested in an air conditioner but at the moment, he didn't have any money for that. He was still thinking of ways to get his shit together. He ran his fingers through his unruly hair, deciding that going back to sleep wouldn't do him any good. He soon got up and grabbed his faded tee shirt as he headed out and to the gym. He needed to clear his head of some thoughts. He needed to make his thoughts aligned with his current agenda. Thoughts of Rebecca speaking with Angel the night before played in his mind while he walked. He grabbed one of his sneakers and put them on. He then grabbed his phone and turned on the music. A song by Maroon five, titled 'mem

The cloud beams with brightness as the sun rises. The rays from outside reflects in the room shining on Rebecca's face as she snuggled in her blanket, yawning at the same time stretching her body she mumbled "oh what a sunny day". In her sleepy state ,She moved towards her clock, grabs it and turn off the alarm.She sat upright and relieves a great sigh. She stretched her hand to her phone and couldn't reach it. Then she turned to look at where the phone has been placed, slowly she came down from her bed and began searching for the phone in all angles of her room. " Oh shit! She. Exclaimed. " What the heck is wrong with me " "am I alright at all" "I guess I need some counselling session" she wondered. She searched and couldn't find her phone.Panicking, she hastily grabbed her laptop and place a direct mail to her secretary, "hey Rosie, perhaps did you come across my phone". She dropped her laptop on her bed and search her room again and to no avail. She angrily took her laptop and