The gleaming walls of the Evelyn Peterson Medical Center seemed to close in around Katherine Rogers as she was wheeled through the hallways. Every step felt like it was leading her deeper into a world she had once scorned, a world she had fought so hard to keep out of her life. The quiet hum of machines, the soft shuffle of footsteps, and the occasional murmur of nurses and doctors only served to highlight the oppressive silence that hung over her. Katherine had been through many battles in her life. She had faced enemies, both personal and professional, and had always emerged victorious. She had built an empire, and she had maintained control over every aspect of her life. But now, she was at the mercy of a place she had always despised — Evelyn Peterson's hospital. As they passed through the corridors, Katherine’s mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She was furious at herself for having to rely on her greatest enemy, and at the same time, she couldn’t help but feel a
The sterile smell crowded the hospital rooms even more overpowering here, the bright lights above showing an almost clinical coldness over everything. Katherine Rogers lay motionless, her frail body tucked under white sheets, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling of the hospital. She could hear the soft click of heels on the polished floors as nurses moved past her room, each absorbed in their own duties. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the occasional beep of machines and the distant murmur of voices from down the hall. She was no longer in control. She had made her decision, albeit reluctantly, and now she was here at the mercy of the Peterson’s empire. The cold realization settled in her chest like a stone. The very people she had spent her life trying to outmaneuver were now the ones holding her fate in their hands. It was a bitter pill to swallow. Katherine had been transported to a private suite, the kind of room that could only be afforded by the rich and influential
Still in the hospital room. Katherine had spent three days already, the nurses and doctors had tried all they could but it seemed like the world was coming to an end for her. The room was still filled with the quiet sound of machinery and the faint scent that pierced through nostrils. The bright lights above flickered over the room. Katherine Rogers lay in the center of the bed, her frail body barely recognizable beneath the thin white sheets. She looked older, weaker than Maverick had ever seen her, and it stung him deeper than he cared to admit.His sister, Peace Churchill, stood at the foot of the bed, her face pale, her eyes clouded with something that could have been grief or guilt or a mixture of both. Maverick shifted uncomfortably, his hands pressed into his pockets. His gaze flickered to his sister, Blossom, whose eyes were red-rimmed from crying earlier. They stood in silence, the moment heavy with unspoken words and suppressed emotions.At the edge of the bed, Katherine’
Kendrick paused, turning to him. His gaze lingered on Katherine’s lifeless body, his hand still resting gently on the door knob. The silence in the room was suffocating, the sound of the heart monitor now replaced by a soft, oppressive stillness. For the first time in years, Kendrick didn’t feel the weight of his former mother-in-law’s domination. Katherine Rogers, the woman who had manipulated, schemed, and controlled everyone and everything around her, was gone?Kendrick felt a strange emptiness, an overwhelming sense of release, but it was also tinged with something darker, a void he couldn’t quite place. His thoughts were interrupted by Maverick’s voice, soft yet full of a strange kind of tension.“Can you help us, please?” Maverick asked calmly. The question hung in the air, and Kendrick turned slowly to face Maverick. There was something in the younger man’s eyes, something raw, something questioning that Kendrick wasn’t sure he had seen before. It was as if Maverick, who
Kendrick sat across from Peterson, his pulse hammering in his ears. The room around them was suffocating in its stillness, as if the very walls were holding their breath. The only sounds were the slow ticking of a clock in the corner of the mansion’s ageing air conditioning system.Peterson didn’t speak immediately, his fingers steepled in front of him as though he were trying to decide how to approach the conversation. Kendrick stared at him, trying to read the man he had known for so long the man who had once been his father in name only. Cold, calculating, always distant. The years of silence between them had been a relief, yet here they were again, face to face, about to untangle a past Kendrick wasn’t sure he was ready to confront.“You wanted to talk,” Kendrick said finally, breaking the silence. His voice came out sharper than he intended, the edge of impatience creeping into his tone. “What is it, Dad? What’s so important that you couldn’t just tell me over the phone?”Peterso
. . . 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