The Mercedes-Benz S-Class Maybach sped through the streets of Chicago, leaving behind the chaos and danger of the ambush. Romsey sat in the backseat, his heart still racing from the shock of the escape. Robson, focused and determined, expertly drove through the traffic, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings for any sign of danger."How long will it take, Rob? Romsey asked, his voice tinged with fear. Not long after his phone blared from the floor of the car, it had fallen from the owner's seat, he picked it up.Hello! A deep unsettling voice sounded from the other side, it was Baron Spears, his father. What's the situation right now, son? His voice breaking as he breathed harder, Romsey could hear from the phone that the shocking news had been related to him. "We're closer to the house, Dad! Romsey cut in instantly, his heart heaving."I've informed the police, I personally told my wife to go there with all the securities, but she decided not to listen". He stammered. Jus
Romsey turned in shock to his Dad "You can't tell me that I'll have to allow these ladies bathe a grown-ass man like me," Romsey took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, his eyes fixed on the ladies who were waiting for him to take the first step."Here, you're treated as royalty, and that's why we prepared these nymphs to take care of you," Mr. Spears replied with a smile that made the unchanged parts of his teeth show."No way, dad! Come on, I can handle that myself," he replied calmly.He moved towards his room, and the ladies followed him. The tall, dark-skinned one had a white towel in her hands; it sparkled as it dangled, showing it to be new."You'll all have to wait out here," Romsey turned with a sharp gaze to the women who were waiting to follow him into the room."It's our duty to ensure you're taken care of, young master.""Okay, tell me, is there any of you who is married here?" Romsey asked in a tone that scoffed a little."Of course, I am!" the dark lady winked. "And yo
After dinner, Romsey waved goodbye to his Dad and step-mother before returning to his room. Aurelia was still in her room and didn't come down till it was very late when the others had retired to bed. She strolled out almost like a peep, sitting lazily on the sofa. Immediately, Genevieve her younger sister joined her, she sat very close to her, Aurelia caressed her cornrows; she really liked to to do that, playing with her sisters long punny tails. Tracing the strands of hair from different parts of her scalp, then she meshed and tied them together. Genevieve sat on the lower part of the chair, hugging a big pink teddy bear that seemed to contrast with her slim stature, leaning her head to its soft hairy body."Why did you walk away from the table?" Genevieve broke the silence, turning her head with a blank stare at her sister's face. The silence in Aurelia's mouth lingered as though the words were heavy but then she replied coldly. "You can't imagine Dad believing that crap that t
As the sun peeked over the horizon, casting a golden hue upon the city, Chicago came alive with its usual bustle and energy. The streets, usually bustling with activity, were now teeming with life as workers hurried to their jobs and pedestrians filled the sidewalks. The air was filled with the sounds of honking cars, ringing bells, and the chatter of people going about their daily routines. It was a typical morning in the vibrant city, a symphony of movement and noise that signaled the start of another bustling day.Back in Baron Spears Mansion, his house was located in the mastery areas where no noise is heard aside from that of birds and barking dogs, of roaring tamed lions and sounds of powerful car engines.Romsey woke up to a calm knock on his door. He rolled on the bed, then opened his eyes with a soft blink before getting off the bed. He stretched, reaching for the doorknob, turned it gently, and his eyes beheld a beauty in disguise."Good morning, young master," a woman greet
Romsey peeped through the door and saw that the dark maid had left. He walked lazily into the long hallway that led to the exit of the main building.Ellen rushed to him, her eyes wide with concern. "Good morning, young master," she greeted with bended knees. Romsey replied with a calm smile that showed how friendly he was."Morning, ma'am. How's it going?" Some maids who weren't aware of his true personality continued in their business of the day.A guy turned to another who was pruning flowers and asked, "Has the billionaire's son arrived in Chicago yet?" Romsey walked past them silently without notice. It was obvious that Baron Spears had authorized the commissioner for media not to publicize the ambush that had occurred during his arrival in Chicago, to aid the police in carrying out their investigation.Romsey waited, a sight caught his attention. It was a man slapping several other men brutally, the sound of the slap echoing through the hallway."Never hand things to me without
Back in Spear's Mansion, silence filled the room as Seraphina walked in, her legs sweeping through the rugs that grace a part of the hallway."What was the riot about?" Mr. Spears turned to ask.Eleanor stood for minutes without saying a word. But then Mrs. Seraphina cut in. "Ask your son," she interrupted. Mr. Spears turned to her. "It's quite fine, dear. Let's allow it as it is.""But now that he has sent Brown out, who will finish up the decorations?" She snapped as she bit her fingers, her face swollen and tightened."I have taken care of that, Ma," Romsey replied politely, as he went up the stairs."Warn him not to take actions swiftly as it pleases him," Mrs. Seraphina snapped as she walked into the bedroom.The guards, who were already positioned for the event of the day, shared a puzzled look, their expression filled with confusion, but they didn't say a word until Baron Spears walked up the stairs."What could have prompted Brown to disrespect the young master?" a guard asked
The events had commenced. Several members of the Spears family sat as the DJ played calm Countryside music, its calmness surged through the faces of every member of the Spears family.Outside the Sprawled mansion, a fleet of expensive cars crowded the car parks, each looking more sophisticated than the other.Aurelia and Mrs. Seraphina sat head bent when Mr. Spears stood up to address the people; the hall fell silent instantly, his voice sounding calm and measured."Ladies and gentlemen, brothers and sisters from close and extended families of the Baron Spears lineage, it is my greatest pleasure to welcome you all to this esteem union." He paused to arrange his collar; the banners, which had Romsey's face, fluttered gently in the calm breeze that erupted from giant air conditioners. The room seemed to come alive as the whole corners were filled with guards lined up as statues.One of the uncles tapped another; he bent his head, and they whispered in hushed tones. Mr. Spears cleared hi
As Mrs. Seraphina graciously passed the microphone to her husband, the crowd hushed. Anticipation seemed to thicken the air. His initial confidence faltered, his words stumbling in the weight of their expectation. His eyes darted nervously, meeting the unforgiving gazes of the onlookers, a silent presence with judgement enveloping him. Sensing the tense atmosphere, the DJ swiftly transitioned into a soothing melody, its gentle notes cascading like a cool breeze over the crowd. The music enveloped the space, its calming rhythm echoing softly, a tranquil interlude amidst the palpable tension. The anticipation hung thick in the air, yet Uncle Brandon's smile remained unwavering as he savoured each morsel of roasted beef, chewing thoughtfully. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction, a silent acknowledgment that his carefully crafted scheme was unfolding exactly as planned.The scents of deliciously roasted meat filled the air, the centrepiece of the event climaxed as the greedy uncles devou