Two years ago, an old man who knew well of Kendrick's true identity and the situation that surrounded his background took him into the house so he wouldn't perambulate around the street, he had also made his beautiful step-daughter get married to him. Ofcourse, Kendrick has been one of the very reasons why the Roger's family business is blooming until today, unknown to the average family who is surprised by the decision of the old man, and no one dares to challenge that decision because he is way too sick. To make it worse, shortly after the marriage he died, keeping every family member in deep ignorance of his real reasons for bringing Kendrick home. Thus, like a battered rag, the family sees this to be a perfect opportunity to subdue him to servitude. Kendrick was eventually turned into a live-in-son-in-law, good only for the serving, and made a house help for the whole family. To escalate, it all, Despite Kendrick's reports to Kathrine Rogers, she has never taken any actio

Kendrick, struck with silence for some minutes, he still couldn't believe that it was his father's voice he heard over the phone. He wondered what could make a strict man like Peterson Davis, to visit Texas in search of him after three years plus. He smiled gently and muttered to himself. "Could this be a joke or am I fooled?" He cleared his throat and muttered a reply, "I'm in the outskirts of Congress Avenue, Austin Texas" He stammered as he spoke, his voice tinged with unbelief as he jolted back into the Rogers mansion. The look on his face seemed different, now his heart wasn't heaving any longer, his eyes scanned the area for Mrs. Katherine Rogers who was by now exchanging pleasantries with the members of her family, and dignitaries as they were preparing to depart. "Possibly the party has come to a close, would she still talk to me the way she did earlier?" He whispered to himself as he walked towards her. Louis stood behind Alexander, who was patting her ha

The next morning's sun cast its golden rays upon the scene, illuminating the manicured lawns and gardens, which shimmered like an emerald canvas. The soft, dewy grass sparkled with tiny droplets of moisture, creating a dazzling display of natural beauty. As Kendrick woke from his sleep, the sweet melodic chirping of birds filled the air, their gentle trills and warbles echoing through the tranquil atmosphere. The trees, adorned with lush foliage, stood sentinel, their branches swaying gently in the morning breeze, providing a soothing background hum. The Peterson's mansion's imposing entrance, flanked by two majestic pillars, beckoned a start of a new day for him. The sound of birds nesting in the trees outside the compound created a tune of natural sounds, a chorus of welcome that harmonised with the gentle morning light. Kendrick Peterson had finally arrived at his family's ancestral home, a place he never knew of. He awoke to a knock on the door. "Good morning young master,

Alexander chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, Kendrick. You think you can just waltz in here and demand special treatment? You're just a maid, after all. What makes you think you deserve VIP care?" The air seemed to crackle with tension, the silence between them heavy with unspoken animosity. Kendrick's face twisted in rage, his fists clenched at his sides. "This is unprofessional, Alexander." Kendrick gasped, his heart heaving hard. Dr. Alexander raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing wider. Oh, I don't think so, Kendrick. You see, Mrs. Fiona's treatment requires a hefty sum of 70,000,000 dollars. And I highly doubt a mere maid like you can afford that." Kendrick's eyes flashed with anger, but he remained calm, his mind racing. He reached for his bank debit card and handed it to the hospital cashier. "Use this to pay for my mother's treatment." "Okay sir" a young man in his early 30's replied. Kendrick's eyes widened w

Unknown to Jackson Ryder, the powerful Commissioner of Health, Kendrick was the sole surviving son of Mr. Peterson, a business magnate with a reputation for ruthless determination. Peterson's enemies, the Maradona's and others, had been relentless in their pursuit of his family's downfall. To protect his son, Peterson had sent Kendrick to Austin, Texas, a place he believed was safe from prying eyes. But there was one man who knew the truth - old Roger, who had taken Kendrick under his roof, until his untimely demise. Meanwhile, a curvaceous lady, Stelcy, walked into the hospital, her eyes scanning the area with a quiet intensity. She approached the receptionist, her voice firm but polite, with a hint of authority. "I'm here to see my mother, Mrs. Fiona Peterson." The receptionist, aware of the storm brewing, replied swiftly. "Let me check, ma'am." As Stelcy waited, Alexander, trailed by her beauty and poise, approached her. "Hi, I'm Dr. Alexander. Can I help you?" H