"So, how did it go?" Blanche knew it wouldn't be an easy task to convince Van just after one meeting, and the look on her daughter's face confirmed her suspicions. "He told me not to see him anymore." "Of course he did. Did you think he would meet you with all smiles? Of course not!But not to worry, I can still make this work. But first, how certain are you of this?""Of what?""What makes you so sure that Van is actually rich now? I mean for all we know he might just be living with someone in that estate. Maybe he's even a worker at that house.""He's not." "That doesn't really–""He's not mother! I asked someone to look into him and she told me he rented a house there. Mother he lives there with that stupid slut.""Moses's half sister?""Yess. He was the one who bought Pharrell's boutique, I have proof. A staff witnessed the entire thing, she said he bought the place for his wife.""Are you serious?""Mother, that should have been me. Do you have any idea how high that would hav
"So, how did it go?" Blanche knew it wouldn't be an easy task to convince Van just after one meeting, and the look on her daughter's face confirmed her suspicions. "He told me not to see him anymore." "Of course he did. Did you think he would meet you with all smiles? Of course not!But not to worry, I can still make this work. But first, how certain are you of this?""Of what?""What makes you so sure that Van is actually rich now? I mean for all we know he might just be living with someone in that estate. Maybe he's even a worker at that house.""He's not." "That doesn't really–""He's not mother! I asked someone to look into him and she told me he rented a house there. Mother he lives there with that stupid slut.""Moses's half sister?""Yess. He was the one who bought Pharrell's boutique, I have proof. A staff witnessed the entire thing, she said he bought the place for his wife.""Are you serious?""Mother, that should have been me. Do you have any idea how high that would hav
Van turned his attention to where the voice came from and he was stunned to see a beautiful woman starting at him. She was tall, standing probably a few inches higher than he was. She was putting on a white shirt with black pants and a waist coat to match, indictating that she was a waitress. As she walked towards them, Van couldn't take his eyes off her. The more he stared at her face, the more he was convinced that she was someone he knew. Though her face looked pretty unrecognizable."Mr Tomas, what is going here?" she asked again, but her gaze was fixed on Van."Nothing much Miss Cassie, just trying to get this loser to leave this vicinity." Commoners trying to enter the Golden Touch restaurant wasn't something new to her, but there was something different about him. Though it only took her a minute to figure it out. "Sir," she said to Van, "I apologize if Mr Tomas might have been rude to you but I hope you can understand that the Golden Touch series isn't a place where just an
The state Prison was located deep in the heart of the city, situated on an island about two hundred meters away from land. It was a facility with maximum security meant for only the worst of the worst. No visitors were allowed, and the inmates were hardly allowed to see the sunlight. It was like Alcatraz, but way worse! At that moment, an elevator had risen to the cell on the top floor. The elevator doors opened slowly, revealing a tall man with an intimidating look on his face. The chief warder. The man was as ruthless as he was fearsome. He stepped out of the elevator and walked into the hall, stopping in front of a cell. "Everest! You're free to go." His coarse voice echoed through out the silent hall. He opened the door and a slender– almost skinny looking –man walked out. "Congratulations. Once you step out of those big gates, you're a free man." Van only acknowledged the man's words with a small nod. If he wanted to, he would have gotten out of prison ages ago. Afte
The loud bang at the door startled the couple on the bed. The man quickly hid his bare body underneath the blanket, and the women, behind her partner. "Who the hell are you? And how dare you barge into m bedroom without any form of curtsey?" He demanded in an angry tone. “You promised to wait for me. You said you would wait for fifteen years, and yet you do this… and in such a little time too.” Van clenched his fists so tightly that his nails tore through the skin of his palm. He felt his blood boil and his nerves were consumed with rage. “Van?” Bianca exclaimed in disbelief. He looked nothing like the Van that was arrested five years ago. He was much smaller, and paler.“You’re back? How?!” Van's lips curled upward into a bitter smile as he recognized the man that was in bed with his wife. "Really Bianca? You're with this a*shole? After what he did to you?" Moses seemed to regain his composure when he realized that it was Van and not some intruder that had broken in. He sat up
With the help of his personal chauffer, Van was finally able to locate his mother's house. His heart sank in his chest when he saw the old, beat up house his mother lived in. When Van was arrested, he felt he didn't have much to worry about, since he had already bought a house he would live in with his wife after their wedding. And Bianca came from a good home, so he thought his mother would get by just fine. However, if Bianca had been unfaithful right from the onset, he wondered how his mother's life would have been for the whole five years he was gone. "Mom, I'm so sorry you had to live such a tough life because of me." He muttered to himself. "I swear I'm going to make it all better." Remembering Bianca and Moses, he clenched his fists tightly and his lips was pulled together tightly. He couldn't just let them get away with their actions just like that. At that moment, he saw a woman parking her electric bicycle just outside the gate. She was wearing a helmet, and appear
Van felt disgusted by the Wilson family. Sending him to fifteen years in prison wasn't enough, they had to be compensated as well? "My question still stands. How much?" He said with a frown. "They demanded a sum of four hundred grand. Your wife was so generous, she offered to pay half of it by using her house, and your mother was supposed to raise the rest, but everytime we come to collect, all she gives us is f*ucking change! We're not beggars you know." Four hundred thousand, if Bianca really wanted to pay for the compensation, the cost of the house would have covered it. Since he bought it for five hundred thousand. "How much has my mother paid so far?" "It's really pitiful because your mother hasn't been able to raise up to forty grand in the space of five years. The Wilsons are already tired of receiving change, they want the rest of their money." "Well at least the son is back from prison now," one of the henchmen said, eyeing Van. "He can help her with the payment, unle
As Van made his way back to the house, he discovered that his mother had gone out to the gate to look around for him because she was worried that something might have happened to him. As soon as she saw spotted him on his way back, she immediately walked over with a worried face and held his hand while asking hurriedly, “Are you alright, dear? They didn’t hurt you, did they?” She examined his body, checking everywhere to see if he was hurt. Van felt his heart grow warm and he smiled at his mother, who was standing a feet shorter than he was. “Don’t worry, Mom. They didn’t hurt me. I took them to an ATM and withdrew the balance for them. They won’t be bothering us anymore for money.” “Really?" She exclaimed, then asked. "You’re not lying to me, are you? Where did you even get such a huge amount of money? We're talking about more than a hundred thousand!” She was having a hard time believing that her son had that amount of money with him, especially since he had just been released fr