It had been three days since the Lewis family was told that they couldn't sign any contract without Samantha since it was she who won the bid. Brian hadn't gotten the guts to face her though he had been asked by the old man to do it. He couldn't picture himself bowing to her when though it meant a better chance for him in the business arena of Los Angeles. It was during one of such meetings that the old man was talking to him asking him why he hasn't contacted her yet that a parcel came. It was the Lewis butler who brought it in. "Old master, this parcel is for you. The person who gave it to me gave me clear instructions that I was to give them to you and you alone," the butler said as he handed the old man the package. "There is no need to bother grandpa. I can help him check what is inside," Brian, who was with the old man at the time, said as he made to grab the package. "It's okay. Give it to him and he will see whatever it is," the old man said to the butler. To him, it was o
It had been two days since old man Lewis died and the house was full of visitors and mourners. They had come to condole with the family for the loss of the head of the family.Brian, his father Richard, his mother Shannon and his sister Sarah, were at the main gates welcoming visitors. They were so sad after the death of the old man that they were inconsolable. Anyone who came to the house could see that. John, Samantha's father, Susan, his wife, Samantha, Tara and Patricia, arrived in their Jaguar to join with the rest of the family because they too, had been bereaved.Brian was the first to burst out at their arrival, "what are you people doing here? You didn't appreciate grandpa when he was alive and now you are here? Go away!" He bellowed and that caught the attention of those who were gathered there.What's wrong cousin? Having a guilty conscience?" Party asked and that left Brian speechless."What are you talking about? what do you mean?" Shannon asked in the defence of her son
Out of the first vehicle, came Brian in all his glory. He was followed by a few policemen and since Tyson had done his homework on the city before he came back, he identified the one on Brian's side as the deputy supritendant of the LA police department. Tyson smiled slyly because like he had guessed, he knew that it was getting interesting. The door to the second vehicle opened and out came a man dressed in all black like a bodyguard and he rushed to the trunk where he produced a wheelchair. He came round to the door with it and he carried a man who was heavily bandaged and it was clear that he had a long way to go before he could be fully healed. Only the face wasn't bandaged though it had bruises and it was hard to recognise John Warren. If it wasn't Tyson's handiwork, he would also have had a hard time identifying the man. "Hello cousin? Oh, I see your trash of a husband is here. Listen, it is time you came to your senses. As the head of the Lewis family which you clearly belo
From beginning to end, Brian stood there not knowing what was happening. The events unfolding before him were like scenes in a thriller movie and he wondered how come Samantha was so lucky. He also wondered why Seth Miller should be so interested in her. First it was giving her the capital to run the showroom at Sarit Business Park and now this? Never for once did it occur to him that it wasn't for Samantha but for Tyson. He had forgotten the altercation he had with Tyson at Intercontinental Hotel that cost him his hard earned membership at the hotel. He stood there and watched as Tyson and Samantha were led into a military vehicle, the three beaten men were put in his vehicle by two soldiers and they drove away, the delivery lorry they were trying to steal was also driven away by soldiers and the vehicles left in a convoy. He was left there alone with a heavily bandaged John Warren. That was when he looked at John and realised that he should have played his cards better but here
Samantha walked into that room preceded by Seth Miller and her behind flagged by Clara Mason. The sight that met her eyes was Shannon complaining to her husband and John Warren sitting on a lone chair on the far end of the table with a man who seemed like his assistant.When the people in the room saw her, they fell silent. Brian, who was seated at the head of the table, spoke first, "you, what are you doing here. So mother was right?" No one spoke or looked at him as Samantha turned to Seth Miller. "Mr Miller, thank you so much. I will take it from here," she said with a smile and Seth Miller bowed a little. "It's okay Mrs Gray. If you need anything, I will be waiting outside," he said with a smile. "No need. I am sure Clara here can handle everything. So, go do your thing. I will call you when I am done here," she said and that earned a smile from Clara. "Definitely sir. You don't need to worry," she said to Seth Miller and led him to the door and closed it behind him. Clara
Flashback "How do I look? Do you think I look okay? How will they take me?" Samantha was talking to Tyson although she didn't give him enough time to answer the questions she was throwing at him. She was looking at herself in the long wardrobe mirror as she straightened her dress here and there though it was already perfect. She was wearing a knee scarlet dress that had a slit at the back. The slit showed just a bit of the back of the knees but left the rest to imagination. Her perfect long straight legs were flowing down to black high heels that weren't so high. They were comfortable and gave her that next executive look. Her neck was adorned in a black silk scarf that was tied into a bow at the right side of the neck and her long flowing hair fell perfectly around her shoulders. The whole look was topped with a long ladies coat that went down below the dress she was wearing and she had a clutch handbag that held a tube of lipstick, pieces of tissue, and her phone. On the table
By the time Samantha and Clara were getting to the lobby, Tyson was there waiting for them. "What are you doing here? I thought you were planning on the moving?" Samantha asked with a smile as she was happy to see him. This man, since they met that day she had been drugged by Sarah, he had been the anchor in her life. He was the reason she was a mother and now, he had made her life turn around. He was the reason why she was smiling today and the reason why Tara was always happy. When Samantha gave birth to Tara, everyone laughed at her calling her an abandoned wife. The only thing that kept her going was Tyson's promise that he would come back. She kept on holding to that promise even when her mother pressured her to get married to another man. When Tara was of the age of enrolling to school and she joined kindergarten, she would, more often than not, come home crying. She would always always say that other children would laugh at her because she had no daddy. This was because
Tyson, Jordan, Clara and several other of his men were in a rundown godown. This building was in the Skid Row Area of LA. It was never used but what people didn't know was that it was the LA headquarters of the Dragon Regiment. Underneath the godown was a twenty story building that housed offices, dungeons, a firearm special production unit, a full armoury with any weapon one could think of and what everyone called 'the Captain's lair'. These were the two lowest floors of the building. No one, except their captain had access to them. If anyone was taken to that lair, they knew that that person would never be found again. The entrances and exits of this underground building were scattered all over the city. The first one was from a barber shop that was run by the Regiment but no one knew that. The second one was through the go down but no one usually used it because the godown was full of the fiercest 'homeless' of LA. Another one was through a laundry mart that was also run by th
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