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 action instead she would feed him with curses and brimstone for lunch, humiliations and abuses for dinner. Kendrick Peterson, who was cheerfully serving some minutes ago stood in shock, his heart shattered in many pieces as Katherine Rogers now fuming in provocation rained abuses on him, at an instance, she slapped him hard across the face, her hands landed swiftly on his eyes, he bent in pain as his eyes reddened. "What useless and stupid Son-in-law are you? I remember sending a warning that you do not leave the kitchen today, but you wouldn't listen. You are too disgusting and useless for my liking." She screamed angrily. " I apologize on his behalf, Grandma… I beg you pardon him for his foolishness, everyone knows he has been dumb from the onset." Blossom, one of Kendrick's in-laws stood up from her seat only to plead for him but in a humiliating manner. A group of onlookers laughed hysterically as she dragged him away from Katherine's table. The other cousins had always welcomed a moment like this, they stood up, dropping their cutleries. "I knew Blossom would always want to save your poor ass from trouble, you dirty and sluggish thing." They scowled and jeered as Kendrick fumed a bit. "Exactly my point, asides from making tasty meals and keeping the compound and rooms clean, what again do you have to offer?" Another voice blared, adding to Blossom's humiliating words, it was her brother Pascal. "I've never seen a guy as dummy and broke as you are. You're a thorn to our flesh, so worthless, I can't imagine he seemed soft like some rich dude but broke like a peasant. Can he just get outta this hall..!.!. All he does is ruin our happiness each and every moment". The bitter and abusive words rained on Kendrick, piercing through his eardrums like a sharp object, his face sullen but he remained calm. He took that chance to glance through the hall again, and still there was no sign of his missing rib. His reddened eyes scanned through the angry faces staring at him. *********** As a member of the Peterson's family, they kept a rule that before anyone of them could gain a part of the family's independent wealth, such should prove that he or she is capable and worthy of it by withstanding hard times for some years. Mr. Peterson, Kendrick's father had risen to the zenith of life to lead a consortium of the world's highest ranking billionaires, and now it was Kendrick's turn. For him, he was to be subdued to the open skies, and like a roaming prey, he had worked tooth and nail without his parents for some years. He was required to abandon the fame and wealth he floated on, to the open streets without help, and experience the lifestyle of an average man. Kendrick, unable to withstand the shame and humiliation in the hall, as everyone seemed to mock him. Romsey, one of Roger's extended relatives emptied a glass full of drink on him when Blossom dragged him closer to his table. "SWOOSH" The drink poured and rolled down Kendrick's face, staining the shirt he wore. "That's a good one for a useless guy like him" Another voice commended Romsey while they laughed loudly. In a haste, Kendrick fumed in slight annoyance as he bumped out of the hall, his heart heaving hard as he walked. The crescendo of humiliation reached its peak, his face burned with a mix of anger and shame. "After all I've done for them, they'll always pay me back in a bad way" Kendrick whispered to himself as he moved, walking down the hallway which led to the rooms. The cruel jest and mocking words seemed to echo from the marbled walls, each one a dagger to his heart. His heart once buoyed by the anticipation of giving Louis a grand gift after being paid now sank into a mire of despair. With a deep breath, Kendrick turned into the room, his movements deliberate and heavy with the weight of disgrace, his footsteps though measured carried the sound of anger as he moved. Slowly he turned the door knob and pushed open the room door. The dim-lit light shone on him. A sound seemed to come from the inner room, so he tip-toed carefully, minding the bottle of unfinished drink that stood lazily on the bed-side drawer. Kendrick stretched his neck with a pry till he felt a surge of pain running through his spine as he peeped. Suddenly, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped in awe, shock struck him down his spine, he seemed lifeless for a minute, while he stared. "Oh… my goodness." He gasped in surprise, pressing his palm tightly to his lips so he wouldn't shout. Louis, his wife is seen having a quickie with another man, her skirt pulled above her waist and her pants lingered in between her legs well spread out. The man positioned behind her, his pants sagging down to the floor as he kept thrusting aggressively from behind. Kendrick's eyes widened, his heart sinking as he glanced at his wife. "L…OUIS..!..!" He wailed in shock, as the duo, frightened by the scream turned instantly. "W..what the hell is this…?" He wailed as he surged closer to them.Louis hastily pulled down her skirt, and pulled up her panties, as she sighed loudly, her eyes fixed at Kendrick for some minutes. "What the f*CK!!, Who the hell is this, babe?" The tall man who happened to be a rich fellow, an heir to Da Thrones Nation of Millionaires yelled at Louis, as he fumed bitterly trying to buckle his belts. "He is… it's no one babe, … I can explain…" Louis stammered as she was caught red-handed, clinging to Alexander Bones who wanted to storm out of the room angrily. "Explain what? I want to hear your explanations!! What do you have to say?" Kendrick yelled as he breathed heavily. His world felt empty that very moment. His eyes thickened with urgency as he stared at her, but then Louis shocked him the more. "Shut your traps and never say another word, How many times have I asked you to sign the fucking divorce papers and yet you refuse?" She screamed at him, her words landed on Kendrick's heart, shattering it into many pieces. His f
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
Various thoughts ran through Kendrick's mind. Confusion clouded his face, as a beautiful and curvy young lady stepped out of the car, her steps majestic as she walked towards Kendrick. "Why would Dad send a lady instead?" He whispered to himself. Her dress, a flowing crimson silk with darted beads of diamonds sparkling all over it, her curvaceous body highlighting her hourglass figure. Kendrick stared at her with a mixture of shock and surprise, of course, Louis was indeed beautiful but none was as beautiful as the young lady who marched towards him. For the Roger's family, they stared in awe and confusion. The air thickened as Louis moved a step from Alexander's shaking her head and biting her fingers. "This should be a mistake, probably he has fixed up with another wealthy family, what do you think?" "Exactly my point Louis, this was almost the same thing that happened when grandfather picked him from the street" Maverick replied as they all busted into laughter.
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,
His father's voice dropped to a whisper, his face twisted in anguish. "It's about your brother, Kelly...., Maradona...he was responsible for his death." Kendrick's eyes nearly popped out of his head, his jaw slackening in disbelief. "What? No...that can't be!" His father's face crumpled, his body shaking. "I'm so sorry, Kendrick. I should have protected him. I should have done everything to keep him safe, but Grandfather never allowed me." " How Dad, I don't get the whole thing... You mean, Kelly was killed by uncle Maradona?" Kendrick replied coldly, his lips parted. The air was heavy with tension, the weight of the words pressing down on him. Kendrick's mind reeled, trying to process the bombshells his father had just dropped. He felt like his whole world had been turned upside down. As his father's motions subsided, Kendrick's anger ignited. "That uncle of mine...I'll make him pay for what he's done!" His father's face, still etched with pain, held a warning. "Kendr
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
Just as Kendrick was about to demand answers, the hospital's alarm system blared to life, and a voice echoed over the intercom. "Code blue, code blue. We have a patient in critical condition. Dr. Thompson, please report to the ICU immediately." Dr. Thompson's expression turned grave. "That's your mother's room," she said to Kendrick. "Come, we have to go. Now." *********** Dr. Thompson burst into the ICU, Kendrick close behind. The room was a flurry of activity, nurses and doctors swarming around his mother's bed. The machines beeped and whirred, monitoring her fragile vital signs. "What's the situation?" Dr. Thompson demanded, her eyes scanning the team. "Patient's oxygen saturation is dropping, Doctor," a nurse replied, her face tense. "We're trying to intubate, but it's not working." Dr. Thompson swiftly assessed the situation, her expression grim. "We need to perform an emergency thoracotomy. Get the surgical team ready, stat!" Kendrick's heart raced as he watched the
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