In the middle of all the chaos going on in the world at that moment, Chris stopped dead in his tracks. The text literally threw him off balance. It meant that someone, somewhere was watching him as he ran. No matter how protected he thought he was with Monica, there was someone who could shoot him in the head and get away with it just like that.It took Monica another minute to realize that Chris was no longer running beside her and she had to race back a few meters to find him."This is seriously not the best time for some personal evaluation or whatever the hell you think you are doing, Chris!" Monica growled. "Our lives are in danger and we need to run!"Chris turned his attention to her and she could see the look of horror on his face."More people would die around you," Monica said with a sigh. "You should learn to live with it. He would rest in peace.""It's not about the old man!" Chris growled. "We're being followed, Monica. Someone is following us.""Yeah, I know that," Monic
As early as 6 am the next morning, Chris had already dressed up. It was a Saturday, and not a working day but he couldn't get the events of the previous day out of his head. He needed to make sure that Arthur was okay.Monica had tried her best to discourage him from going to the office that morning, but seeing that his mind was made up she knew that she had no choice but to follow him and try to keep him safe."This is a bad idea and we would regret it," Monica muttered as Chris hurried down the steps leading out of the mansion. "If your father really set Arthur up, then he's dead already. We shouldn't be putting our lives in more danger.""I can't allow that bastard die like that," Chris replied through gritted teeth. "Where is the fun in that? I haven't even done half of the things I planned to do to him.""It's too late already, Chris," Monica sighed. "Arthur is dead. Gone!"Chris stared down at her for a moment and shrugged."It's fine if you do not want to follow me," He said. "
Chris woke up with a start.His eyes were heavy and his visions were blurry. He yawned and stretched for a while, as he tried to recall the preceding events, and suddenly, everything came flooding through his memory - finding the truth about his father, getting captured by Arthur, and passing out in the Black Limousine.Everything had actually happened. It was not a dream as he had thought.Chris rubbed his eyes several times in a bid to clear the sleep from them, and then he stood up to his feet. He stared at the watch on his hand and saw that it was a few minutes past six in the evening.They had been out for hours!Monica! Chris spun around like a mad man in search of her, but all he met were the four walls of the room and a wide open door.A wide open door! "Why was the door not locked," Chris thought to himself.It seemed like a trap to him, but at that moment, the only thing he could think about was saving Monica. Even if his uncle was human enough not to harm him because he was
"Uncle - " The words stuck in his mouth and his throat went dry at once."You can call me Peter," the man said, walking out of the shadows and into the light.Under the lighting of the room, Chris could make out his facial features well, and he was surprised to see how handsome, and rather young he looked. He didn't look anything like the "Black Spider" that he had heard so much about."Wait - " Chris paused. "You're the Black Spider.""I get that a lot," Peter Bolton chuckled. But don't be deceived by the innocent face. I'm a very dangerous man.""I don't think so," Chris said, as he walked closer to him."Hmm," Peter smiled at him. "And why do you say that?""Well, I think if you're very dangerous, you would be able to do your dirty work all by yourself," Chris continued. "You won't need the help of these minions."Chris pointed at the men who flanked him in the shadows and sneered."That is one of the many mistakes you make," Peter laughed. "And know this boy, you've made many mist
For the second time in less than two days, Chris woke up with a splitting headache. He squinted at the bright light from above and in the distance, he could hear some faint voices. It seemed more like someone was calling his name.Where was he? Was he dead already?Chris opened his eyes fully, as he tried to adjust to the bright light and when he looked up, he saw his father staring down at him. There was a look of worry on his face and beside him was a middle aged man on a white coat.Chris guessed immediately that they were in a hospital. But why were they there? Had anything happened to him?Slowly, his brain started replaying the events of the previous hours for him, and Chris remembered everything that had happened. His uncle, who was the Black Spider, had killed Monica and knocked him out. Since his father was standing before him now, it could only mean one thing - he had saved him from his uncle.Chris tried to sit up but the man on the white coat held him back immediately."Yo
A week after Monica's death, Chris had already started getting accustomed to the fact that she was no longer there. It was very difficult for him at first because of the close relationship they had, but soon enough, he was back to normal without her. His father had given him a one month break away from the office, but he had decided to take just a week. He wanted to resume as soon as possible. He wanted to see what would become of Arthur after his betrayal that had led to Monica's death.For the first time in a long time, Chris woke up with a smile on his face that morning. He had his bath quickly and wore a white T shirt over brown leather pants. He didn't plan to resume fully that day, but he still wanted to have a look around at NEXUS. Truly, he missed his working place.Chris' great mood switched for bad once he pushed the door of his room open and saw the familiar face that had been standing outside his door for the last one week.He couldn't even remember what she had called he
The next morning, Chris woke up with a slight headache. He rose from his bed and when he opened the door of his room, he was surprised to see his new guard standing outside. She wore a smile on her face, and Chris noticed that she was dressed up like she had somewhere important to go."You didn't tell me you had plans," Chris smiled at her. "Where are you off to this morning?""Never had any plans," She shrugged. "You make the plans.""Oh," Chris scratched his head. "So you're dressed up incase I have somewhere to be and you need to follow me?""Not exactly," She shook her head in the negative. "Your father informed me of your wish. I think it's a good idea, and I think it's an even better idea for him to put me in charge of that.""Wait - " Chris paused. "What?""From today, and henceforth, I would be not only your personal guard, but also your personal trainer, Master Chris," She replied with a genuine smile.Chris was fuming in anger at her words. Why was his father hell bent on tr
Richards Washington was his name. Blonde, long hair, skinny, tall, athletic and devilishly handsome. He was the most popular student in high school back then. All the girls loved him, and all the guys were jealous of him. However, he had one fatal flaw - an unhealthy addiction to drugs and gambling. Back in the days, Richard would skip classes to play snooker. He always came around at night, with an empty pocket and a black eye, and even when he eventually became friends with Chris, he didn't stop the habit he was famous for. He had managed to graduate and even got into college but he had lost contact with Chris over the years. Chris was very happy to see him that morning, but the little drama between himself and Rose that his father had just witnessed dampened his mood. The poor girl was going to be in a lot of trouble because of him."Ain't you happy to see me, eh mate?" Richard snickered, throwing Chris a friendly punch.Chris looked up at his friend for a moment and suddenly, he
Thomas Bolton grabbed a dagger and lunged at Richard with a scream and just as he was about to drive it straight through his heart, Richard quickly sidestepped and the dagger grazed his arm slightly and Thomas fell to the ground. As he struggled to get to his feet, he heard a gunshot and felt a pain sear through his left foot. Bloody bastards!! Getting shot in the foot again!! He felt two pair of arms grab him and place him firmly back on his sit. As he sat, Chris grabbed a pistol from the weapons strap on the waist of one of the guards and pointed it at Thomas' head and cocked it and Thomas smiled at him."I don't think your pretty woman's going to like you very much if you kill me now." Thomas said with a smirk. "I mean, I haven't gotten around to telling her about her lost sibling and believe me, she'd really like to know that," he finished and Chris lowered the gun. "What? You know my siblings whereabouts?" Sarah asked and looked at him with teary eyes. "Of course I do. I kep
Thomas Bolton stared at Richard then looked at the gun in his hand. He felt betrayed. Just when he had shown a little trust in him, he had taken advantage of that trust and stabbed him in the freaking back. He had sold him to his enemies and for how much, he wondered. He looked back up at Richard and could see that his eyes were emotionless, almost like he had sold his soul or something. Thomas wondered if that change had been present in him all week and he had just been too oblivious to notice it or if Richard had actually done a very good job of masking it. What had turned him that way? He turned to look at Chris Bolton and his company. He recognized both ladies well enough. He had held one hostage amd the other, he had killed her father. Well, Chris Bolton had certainly picked his crew right. Between all three of them who seemed to be head of the group, he had certainly caused them a lot of pain and hurt. He tore his eyes away from the three of them and looked at Victor. Now that o
Chris Bolton was sitted in Michael Bolton's study with his laptop open in front of him but his mind was occupied. He is was in love with Sarah but couldn't confess it and he knew it wasn't because he was scared of being rejected by her or because he was worried about his father not accepting it. The reason he was worried about expressing his feelings for Sarah was because of Monica. He couldn't deny the fact that they had both had some tension between them when they had initially met. He had most certainly had something for her and he felt like she she had also had a thing for him, but he wasn't sure if she still had it. He has tried not to acknowledge his feelings for Sarah for a long time because he had felt like they made him disloyal to Monica, especially if she still had those feelings. What was he going to do? Was he supposed to just ask her? Wasn't that___? His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a knock on the door and just as he opened his mouth to call for whoever it w
Richard aimed his gun at Luke Freeman and cocked it. Like his client Thomas Bolton, the bastard didn't deserve to live. He deserved to die and Richard without a doubt had absolutely no issue in giving him what he deserved. Besides, Thomas Bolton had betrayed him and there was no saying that the smart lawyer wouldn't betray him too. After all, it was just that afternoon that Thomas Bolton had reminded him about the possibility and risks of conversations being recorded. There was no saying that the sneaky smart ass hadn't recorded their conversation with plans to have him reported and arrested. Who knew? He really couldn't trust anyone. There was no saying that Luke Freeman wouldn't betray him because when all was said and done, Richard didn't actually have a single soul in the universe he could rely on to look out for him. He thought he had totally gotten rid of his little hopes and expectations of good from Thomas Bolton but apparently he hadn't because he could feel a tear trickle do
Luke Freeman wordlessly took the sit Richard had motioned him into with the gun in his hand. Wasn't he the adopted son of Thomas Bolton? What did he want with him? Had they had an issue earlier in the day? Why was he in his house at such a time of the night and with a freaking handgun in his damned hand? What could he do? Should he try to set off an alarm or something? What warning signal could he send his neighbours that would alert them that he was in danger? His neighbourhood was actually quite a quiet one full of people who minded their business so the chances of anyone actually noticing whatever signal he gave was a pretty slim one and the chances of anyone noticing that signal and actually acting on it was next to non-existent. He was certainly toasted. The young man with handgun which he was freely brandishing at him, could kill him and no one would know. Why on Earth had he given in to his tiredness and not listened to the voice that had told him to stay back at the office and
Richard remained sitted in his position as he replayed the conversation he had just listened to in his head. Well. Well. Well. It seemed like sneakily getting a voice recording of Thomas Bolton and Luke Freeman's conversation had most certainly paid off. So Thomas Bolton wanted to make some changes and adjustments to his will now, did he? That had without a doubt been the most - if not the only - important and interesting part of their conversation for Richard. He had to give it to his sixth senses for making him listen to that voice recording till the end of Thomas Bolton and Luke Freeman's conversation. What were the present contents of Thomas Bolton's will? What "changes and adjustments" could he possibly want to make? As far as Richard could tell he was the only heir of the old and insufferable bastard. Yes he was adopted but he was quite sure he was the only heir of Thomas Bolton. Didn't that naturally mean he was supposed to be the sole inheritor to all of the annoying geezer's
It had been almost three hours since that annoying brat, Luke Freeman had appeared after being sent straight from hell to disturb Richard's peaceful afternoon and after haven restlessly and absent-mindedly seen a movie, Richard was itching to go get his phone and listen to the voice recording of Thomas Bolton and Luke Freeman's conversation. He had instructed a maid to immediately inform him about Luke Freeman's departure but she still hadn't shown up. What on Earth could the two men be talking about for so long anyways? As his mind raced with the endless possibilities about the contents of their conversation, he heard a faint knock on his door and he bolted out of his bed and rushed at the door. He opened the door and as soon as he saw the maid standing there he rushed past her without waiting for her to say a word. He headed straight for Thomas Bolton's lounge and he tried his best not to run and only appear like someone who had urgent and important matters to deal with. He soon go
Chris Bolton stood at the entrance of Sarah's room as the realization that he was in love with her hit him. He had tried to ignore these feelings because they had been trying to get attention at a wrong time, but he couldn't ignore them anymore, not after seeing her sitted on her bed with her hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun and her upper body covered in a big sweater and that innocently welcoming smile on her face. He couldn't say for sure how long he had felt that way but he could say for sure that his feelings were very much there and alive. They actually explained a lot. They explained why he had recently began to feel so drawn to Sarah. He had tried to ignore and not acknowledge them but that hadn't sent them away. If anything, it seemed like ignoring and not acknowledging them had probably only helped them quietly grow stronger. He stood at the door and stared at her even as his discovery opened up a dam of thoughts in his head. Why had he been doing his best to igno
In Thomas Bolton's lounge, Richard continued to take in the stranger who had walked into the lounge a little under a minute ago. From his rectangular rimless glasses to his suit pants and shirt and down to the black attorneys bag he was carrying, he certainly wasn't their usual type of company and Richard wasn't sure how he felt about him. While he didn't seem to spell danger, Richard also didn't care for his presence in the lounge as he had never really been a fan of strangers, especially when they did what he considered to be an invasion of his comfort space and invade his comfort space, this stranger was. Technically it was Thomas Bolton's but who cared? Thomas had come to accept Richard's constant presence in the lounge and Richard had definitely been enjoying it but at that moment, the stranger was taking away his comfort and Richard didn't like it one bit. He looked at him with his left eyebrow raised but the stranger just kept smiling at him. What was he? A robot? A raised eyeb