Mr Richard was astounded by the scene infront of him. Did that useless piece of trash just kick one of the famous goons in Los Angeles?Scar,as nicknamed by others was one among the most feared goons around Los Angeles.He would be hired by prominent casinos, clubs and even companies to offer protection.Seeing him lying down unconscious from just one attack from the weak looking bastard of the Carter family really suprised him.When the other burly men saw what happened to their leader, they became rather scared of the terrifying man standing before them.Tyson was now exuding a domineering Aura, an air that spelt trouble.Looking at him, the guards were no longer seeing a weakling, but a grim reaper ready to declare their fate.They were here at the company under the Instruction of their leader scar to offer protection to the brilliance Corp and in exchange, they could earn a few bucks.Looking at the situation, their reward was no longer going to be dollars but a tour to hell.They
" You should stop that, it's not like I bite. That is unless you get on my wrong side." Tyson said, eyeing the man sitting on the chair across him.After leaving the general manager with Instructions of get rid of Mr Richard, he walked straight to the general manager's office.Dean smiled nervously, he was really scared of the man sitting on the chair like a king." Mr chairman, my apologies for not receiving you earlier." Dean finally managed to say.Although scared, he knew that the man before him would not do anything to him, at least for now." It's no problem, I didn't want anybody knowing my presence here, too bad some flies decided to ooze around." Actually Tyson had intended to arrive unannounced so that he could inspect the matters in the company before deciding on what next.What he didn't expect was that a lackey would recognize him and try making things hard for him.With the death of Mr Richard, he hoped the Carter's would get a clear message and stay away from him.They
" Yeah.. a job." Tyson uttered awkwardly. How else could he explain why he was here in the company in the First place?With his reputation as the useless leech of the family, who would believe her if he said that he was here to check on the operations of the company as the new chairman?Anybody who knew him from five years ago would snort at his derision.Tyson was also not interested in giving out that information.He prefered life in the shadows.The limelight was never his place, even when he served in the military for five years.Patricia could hear how unconvincing her brother-in-law's answer was but she chose not to think over the matter.As long as Tyson was willing to make amends and help her sister, she had no problem with him.She never believed in Money bringing happiness and loathed her mother's extreme greed for money.Every month, her sister Samantha would give her mother almost all her salary and be left with enough to run her for the month.Although she earned some good
" Are you challenging me?" John Warren roared, the veins on his face popping one after the other.He could tolerate it if someone like Samantha challenged him, afterall it was him who was trying to woo her.What he couldn't stand seeing as someone like Tyson,a live-in son-in-law blatantly challenging him and disrespecting him.He was so angry that he almost spit out blood." So what if I am?" Tyson questioned, raising his brows at the lecherous Man.He was doing it on purpose, provoking John.Tyson was not afraid of Tyson, afterall the Warren family, a second tier family in Los Angeles was nothing to him.He could squash the whole family and trample on them like ants.Since his effort to ignore the man earlier and mind his business was unfruitful thanks to the man's interference, he might as well deal with the bug before it starts sucking his blood." You punk!" John hollered furiously, throwing his fist at Tyson which was clutched seconds before it could hit Tyson's face.The dark ex
When Tyson decided to go back to LA, he knew he had to confront some ghosts and set things right but he didn't think that it would be quick. He wanted to take his time and watch people make fools of themselves before they got to know who he was. But now, by the way things were going, he had to expediate his plans. What with that fool John Warren wanting to lay his hands on Samantha and not talking about the damned Lewis family? Whenever he thought of how they treated Sam despite the fact that she was the most learned of them all and the most hardworking, he felt his blood boil. He knew that the reason why they treated her like dirt was because she married him and refused to get a divorce. He actually couldn't understand what they wanted. They forced him into her life by drugging the two of them, the reason why the two were forced to get married so as not to ' tarnish' the good name of the Lewis family.He swore that one day, he would make them crawl at her feet. He would make sure t
The following day was a weekend and though Tyson wanted to take his family out, Samantha wanted to stay at home and work on her proposal. The Lewis family had officially entered the bid for Sarit Business Park and since Samantha, with Tyson's help, had been allowed by her grandfather to participate, she had to come up with a good proposal to impress the people in charge. However, Samantha knew that the condition will be rife. She knew that her cousin, Brian Lewis, was a competitive man and he would go to any lengths to win the bid. He was the next in line as the Lewis' family helmsman and winning meant everything to him. But Tyson had assured her that she had a chance and that was why she was sitting at home, alone, on a weekend, working on a proposal. Her mother and her sister had gone out to Regal Estate to check out the house the Turner heir had gifted to her. Since those betrothal gifts had been brought and they all naturally assumed that they were for Patricia, Samantha had n
"Samantha? Do.... Oh, you are here. What are you doing here?" Susan burst in and started talking and the last question was to Tyson. "Mother, not now. Tara is here," Sam said trying to defend this husband she hated and loved at the same time. "Grandma, are you okay? Know what Tara heard, a grumpy grandma will grow old quickly and Tara wants you to always remain beautiful," Tara said as she ran to her grandmother's embrace. "Grandma is fine darling. Come here, such a sweet mouth you have for a little girl your age." she said as She held Tara while shooting daggerish stares at Tyson. "Samantha, we need to talk," Susan said and Samantha rose from the seat where she had been writing her business proposal. Susan put Tara down and walked out with Sam in tow while party, who had been quiet since they walked in observing the scene before her, remained behind. "Tara, baby, can you get aunty a bottle of water from the fridge please? I'm parched," she said dramatically to Tara who skippe
Tyson was driving with a smile on his way back. Samantha had taken the news that he was rich by association to the Carter family pretty well. She had even refused to move into their new mansion in Regal Estate unless Tyson was up to it. He knew that he was making headway with her and lifted his spirits in more ways than most could tell. He had discovered that there was a black van that had been following him for a while. Since he left his in laws house, the car had been on his tail and he didn't have to wonder who it was. Since he returned, he had made a few enemies not by his own will but by their folly. The latest one was John Warren and he knew that the man lacked patience. He knew without asking that many were envious that Samantha married a "no one" like him. He knew that John Warren would prefer him dead so that Samantha would have no choice than to marry him, John, once her husband, Tyson, was out if the way. He didn't want to alert them of his knowledge that he already knew
74. Afterwards The wedding games continued up to late night and by then, the elderly and the children had already left for their rooms. Samantha saw Tyson loosen up for the first time as he indulged everyone. "He rarely loosens up and so, we have to take this opportunity and punish him without the fear of any consequences," Carla told Samantha who was also enjoying herself. They partied, drank, dances, played and ate. All this time, Star had Sarah all tied up and in a corner as she watched everything. No one even remembered that she was there. Sarah had cried herself to sleep but everytime she would drift off to dream land, Star would be there to wake her up with a bucket load of ice. "You wanted to enjoy a wedding, didn't you? We thus can't let you sleep. Watch," Star would say everytime. After all were exhausted, it was time to go to sleep. Tyson would take a month off and go on a tour of the world with his daughter and his wife. They planned to stay in Africa for a two we
73. Her paradise They rode up to an island and Samantha could use several adjectives to describe it: beautiful, heavenly, paradise and such. It looked like it had been specifically prepared for them. It had, first if all, clear waters that she could see the fish floating about the natural artwork of the sea bed. The flowers looked planted though sh couldn't see how Tyson could do that. There were roses or all colours, carnations, chrysanthemums, ivies among others. Then she lifted her eyes, there, as she followed the path made by the flowers, was a huge mansion. No, it looked like a castle. The reason why she hadn't seen it was because it was hidden by a beautiful canopy of jacarandas. "It's beautiful!" She breathed and Tyson spoke in her ear, "it's yours love.""What?" Samantha span as she asked and Tyson laughed as he steadied her. Sh had forgotten that she was still wearing her heavy wedding gown and high heels. "It is my wedding present to you. I built it for this day,"
72. SexySamantha wasn't the best pianist but she could hold her own. She had done music as a side course though she hadn't gone far with it due to Sarah's teasing. Sarah made sure to ingrain it in Samantha that she had a bad voice and no one would listen to her. That had made Sam drop her dream of becoming a musician besides being a business woman. Sam looked at the key board and ran her small smooth fingers along the keys and struck one. She then composed herself and a new melody filled the room. Then she started singing:I would have said I love you but that's too simpleI thus composed this song to tell you why I love you Today, I want the sea and the sun to bear witness to my vows I want the world to know who my heart belongs toI love you because the world became beautiful since I met youI love you because my world became compete when you entered itI love you turn all my sorrows to joyI love you because you treat me like a queenI love you because up to today, I get but
71. Enjoy"Are you mad? When did Tyson tell you that he loves you? Isn't he a married man?" Susan asked in disbelief.If she hadn't come here two days ago with her daughters together with Tyson to take care of everything and get ready, she would have believed Sarah because she was so convincing. "He doesn't have to tell me. Haven't you ever realised how he looks at me? He clearly loves me and not Samantha," Sarah said and Susan looked at her well. "Sarah, dear, are you sick? Do you need a psychiatric check up?" Susan asked because that was the only way this could be explained. "What are you saying? You are the one who is mad," Sarah said and before she could add to her statement, she was on the floor. "Listen here b*tch, sorry sweetie. Don't listen to grandma. Cover your ears," Susan turned to talk to Tara who covered her ears with her small index fingers. "Listen, since I got married to the Lewis family, all you and your family have ever did was destroy my family's life. What's
70. A Good Show"I look like a Christmas tree! I can't go out like this!" Samantha complained after she saw her look on the big mirror. "Mummy, you look beautiful. You will keep that dress and give me to get married in. Okay mama?" Tara asked as she circled to see how her mama looked. She was also wearing a purple replica of her mother's dress courtesy of her grandmother. Susan was proud of her handiwork. She had worked tirelessly to make sure that Samantha looked regal, as she called it, during her wedding. Like she, Susan, had vowed, this was going to be the wedding of the century in the state of California. "Let me go out to make sure that everything is okay and that Tyson is ready and I will call Carla to bring you down. Okay Carla?" Susan said as she looked at Carla who, all this time, was still beside Samantha. "Come with me sweetie," Susan said as she took her granddaughter's hand. They walked out and Carla and Patricia started helping Sam straighten her already perfect
69. A fairly tale princess It was Tyson who proposed. He also knew that as a husband, he hadn't given Samantha the wedding she deserved. He thus proposed to her a second time this time, with a proper ring that was made at Tara Jewels without her knowledge. Her mother had made sure to invite the who was who and since many people wanted to be on the good side of Samantha and her husband, after news of what happened to the governor and his son spread out, they made sure to come in large numbers. The room preserved for the presents was full to the brim and the wedding planner had to request the hotel for an extra room. The wedding was being held in an exclusive hotel that was at an island. The only way to access it was through a boat or air. Samantha and her family had come in a helicopter provided by Tyson. By now, Samantha was already used to her husband doing things she couldn't explain. But now, knowing that he was rich and that he was the owner of all the companies she knew, s
68. Another night of... The next thing to happen as Gwen sat there was Mr Seth Miller walking into the shop in a hurry followed by a dozen men and women. "Mrs Gray, sorry to keep you waiting," he said apologetically as he came to where Samantha was seated. "Your husband called and I promise I did all I could as soon as possible and I am here now," he said as he handed Samantha the documents he was holding. "These are the ownership documents for this fashion shop. It now belongs to you. I promise you that they are all legal and it was the transfer that took us long," Seth said and Samantha was out of words. "But Seth, I know nothing about fashion!" Samantha said in a defeated voice."Don't worry ma'am, I will help. I will take care of it. Also Star is idle nowadays and she loves fashion," Carla said and at that Seth smiled. "That's taken care of then. Then, I will be seeing you Mrs Gray," Seth said as he turned to walk away but at that moment, Tyson walked in. As usual, he was i
67. I love violence "Boss, I may have done something stupid," Carla said on the phone to Tyson. She had just recorded Gwen promising to be Samantha's servant if she could prove that Samantha was far much better than her. "What did you do?" Tyson asked as he listened to her. She told Tyson all that had happened and Tyson listened diligently.If there was one person Tyson loved, it was Samantha. And if there was anything that Tyson hated, it was for someone, anyone, humiliating his Samantha. Thus, no matter the promise Carla had made, Tyson would make it happen. What Carla didn't know was that ever since he got married to Samantha, he made it his business to keep tabs on all her former friends.One thing that he noticed was that once she fell from glory, all her friends left her. They humiliated her whatever chance they got and that made her remain the shell of her firmer self. He didn't want to imagine what would have happened for those five years go was away but he had promis
66. Game "We should go shopping. You need more business suits. You are a president of three companies ma'am. You must," Carla said as she argued with Samantha. She noticed that since she started guarding Samantha, the other woman had less than ten decent clothes and she was only using those ones. Yes, she was very beautiful and any dress looked good on her but she needed more clothes. She was a boss herself and was the wife of an even bigger boss. Samantha didn't see the need of getting more clothes. But Carla had permission from her boss to do whatever she wanted with Samantha as long as it was for her good. Carla also loved Samantha because she was a good woman. She never, even for once, made Carla feel like a servant. No. Samantha always treated Carla like an equal and this made Carla treat her like her younger sister. "Carla, I have said this a thousand times and I will say it again, I don't need more clothes," Samantha said in her Samantha way. "Look here sis, I can call y