"If that's what it is, sir… then you'll have to speak with our manager… no one has ever made such a purchase here to that amount here." The salesgirl said in a calm and gentle tone. Keins Reels laughed sarcastically, he turned to his girlfriend who was watching Kendrick in anticipation of what was to happen. "That's actually fine by me." Kendrick said."But that would be my sister's face if you're to put it out there." He said, pointing to Emily, and she grinned. The salesgirl rushed to the receptionist's table, and pressed a bell, informing the manager of the purchase they were about to have.The manager was astonished, Kendrick could hear her voice from the loudspeaker, it was loud enough that even Reels could hear her say, "...Please I'm coming to meet him." Shocked rippled through Keins Reel's eyes when he saw the manager rush out towards Kendrick "You're welcome, sir… I'm very sorry she allowed you to stand, can you follow me to my office please." She pleaded as she beckon
Soon, they arrived home and the giant gates paved way to the glittering Benz, the guards drove in first, then Kendrick followed behind. Like a march of armies, the guards rushed to open the car door for Kendrick and his sisters. As he alighted from the car, his eyes scanned the compound, then settled on Peace Churchill and Maverick sitting on the veranda, they quickly stood up when they saw Kendrick drop from the car. Kendrick strolled in their direction and asked. "What are you doing here, and how did you find this place?" Peace clapped her hands and laughed. "You thought it was a hidden place?... You thought we wouldn't know where you live?" Kendrick had a long day, he turned to see Emily and Evelyn walk into the house. "I am not in for this drama today, can you go ahead and say what you want here?" He asked, but Peace kept talking out of point. "You thought she wouldn't make it?... I came to inform you that she made it… she has a new house and a new ride." She
As Kendrick trudged upstairs, his mind was a whirl of conflicting emotions. The events of the day had left him weary, yet he knew rest would not come easily. His sister, Evelyn, was already tailing him with her rapid-fire questions, her curiosity as relentless as ever. "Kendrick, wait!" Evelyn called, her footsteps echoing up the grand staircase. "Do you really have a child on the way? And you didn't tell any of us?" Kendrick sighed, rubbing his temples. "Evelyn, it's not what you think," he replied, trying to keep his voice calm. "There are a lot of things happening that you don't know about." Evelyn's eyes were wide with a mixture of shock and excitement. "But is it true? Are you going to be a father?" Kendrick stopped at the landing, turning to face her. "Evelyn, I need you to trust me on this. There's a lot more to the story than what Peace said. I'll explain everything in due time, but right now, I have something important to do." Evelyn crossed her arms, a stubborn look
A week Later. A splash of rain splashed across the mansion, even though the sun blazed and cast a somber glow over the Peterson estate, its warm rays tempered by a gentle haze that veiled the sky. The air was heavy with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the distant hint of freshly cut grass.It was the long-awaited day; the funeral ceremony of the late Mrs. Fiona Peterson, wife to the billionaire, and mother to the fastest-rising heir, Kendrick Peterson.Mourners dressed in elegant attire, with men in tailored black suits and women in designer dresses, their faces somber and their eyes red-rimmed from tears, and laughter. Kendrick stood out in a bespoke navy suit, his eyes gleaming with a mix of sadness and strength as he hung his hands on Emily, his sister.Exotic cars lined the driveway, their sleek bodies glinting in the sunlight. On the parkway, a Rolls-Royce Phantom, a Bentley Continental, and a Mercedes-Benz S-Class were among the luxury vehicles that had brought the w
. . . The evening rays shone brightly on the Edgewood mansions of the Roger's family, casting its beaming lights into the majestic halls and pillars, revealing the activities of the day. What caught my attention at most was the exquisite decorations and patterning of flowers and ribbons around the rounded pillars, gracing the environs with colour and skill. This particular day was no ordinary, as it was the Roger's annual dinner celebration marking the achievements of their conglomerates as well as Katherine Rogers 70th birthday. Inside the decorated mansion, the dining hall seemed to come alive as dignitaries from far and near graced the occasion, filling the hall with majestic royalties and exonerated laughter. Katherine Rogers, a woman of no mean reputation, found herself in the midst of her adoring children and grandchildren, who graced the day with a spark of beauty and elegance as they bestowed upon her their luxurious gifts. As the culture of the Roger's family has
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
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