He arrived home earlier today, and sure Fiona wouldn't still react to it in a good manner, but he had been busy all day, looking for a grand gift for her 28th birthday.
He had saved up some money from the few drops of notes given to him by the first set of customers at his former workplace, although several others treated him with contempt. "Hey, babe! How do you do? He asked while staring at Fiona, his hands reaching for her waist, she hit his hands with her fingers. " You don't seem to be happy, what's making you look moody" Romsey asked, spreading his palms towards her direction. "I have a surprise for you" He quickly added, reaching for his pocket, he had purchased a flower for her, but that was not the grandest thing about it, he had also gotten something strange but expensive from a kind woman at work. "Let me show you something else, "putting on a little smile on his face, "Someone gave this to me at my friend's office, I feel you should have it", he pointed a wrapped card to her. But as he was yet to complete his words Fiona quickly turned to look back at him, the smirk on her face revealing how unconcerned she was about anything that had to do with Romsey. "I don't have anything to say to you, I am sick and tired of you, and I mean every single word I say, I'm tired of your petty gifts, you're so broke and poor!". she said, unknown to her and Romsey that the black card in Romsey's hands had several amounts of money linked to it, an asset from a rich and powerful lady, the daughter of the 3rd richest man in Canada. Romsey knew he would face these complaints at home, it has always been this way every day. "You're giving me another ring? The first cheap one you got as our wedding ring is faded, I wouldn't know if you think of me as being "Lord of the rings!" she screamed, one could feel the bitterness in her voice. "Look babe, I'm doing all I can to make sure that I give you the best things in life". "I understand your fears and would do anything to prove to you that I am man enough" He added, his quivering voice could show how exhausted he was. "Is there anything to eat? He asked. "Yeah, why not just walk to the dining table to fetch something for yourself" Fiona barked back while returning to the bedroom. Romsey quickly shoves off his shirt, moves close to the table, and finds out that it is already arranged, he reaches for the water basin, and dips his hands, he can feel the coldness in it, he closes his eyes for some seconds. A feeling of calmness surges into him. He was so hungry and exhausted. He lifted the lid of the plate, expecting to be greeted by the delicious aroma of food. Instead, he was met with emptiness. Confusion clouded his face, swiftly replaced by shock. "What is this?" he muttered, his voice tinged with disbelief. "Fiona! Fiona!" His cry filled the room as he sprang from his chair, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and bewilderment. He hurried to the room, his steps quickening with each stride. With trembling hands, he pushed open the door, bracing himself to question her. But as he entered the room, his eyes widened in disbelief, hoping it was all a mirage. The sight before him was all too real—Fiona, in the arms of a man he had once trusted and introduced her to, his tongue buried in between her legs. She emerged from the covers, her expression a mix of annoyance and defiance. "How dare you barge in here like that?" Her voice dripped with anger as she confronted him. "Didn't you see your ring inside the plate on the table? Didn't you check underneath to find the divorce papers? That should have been enough for you to understand that it's over between us!!". ****** Romsey's heart shattered into a million pieces as he realized the depth of her betrayal. Pain etched across his face, mirroring the anguish in his heart as he stood there staring at the woman he had married. She felt no remorse for her actions. He felt like the world had turned empty. Pain swirled inside him, turning into anger that made it hard to breathe. "Get out and don't come back!!" she ordered, her voice sounding firmer. "Sign the divorce papers on the desk. I can't settle with a poor boy in exchange for a man, you're just too poor for my liking. I'm sick and tired of being in a marriage with a dry and poor brat like you" She rained abusive words on Romsey. He looked at Fiona, but she showed no remorse, just coldness. "You think I'm too poor for you," he said, his words sharp. "Can you please allow me to prove to you that.." he didn't finish the words when a man coughed. Turning to Mr. Lucas, Romsey saw him sitting comfortably on the bed, indifferent. Lucas didn't even glance up from his phone, showing no care for the pain he caused. Romsey moved toward him, ready to confront the man who betrayed him. "Mr. Lucas!" Romsey called out, his voice tinged with disbelief and hurt. Lucas raised his head slowly, a smug expression playing on his face. "Broke men deserve no loyalty. I offered you a job in my company. I'm the head there, and no one can question me," He boasted, the pride evident in his voice as he looked down on Romsey. "So you employed me to dump garbage in your office, just to humiliate me like this?" Romsey's voice cracked with shame, his face flushed with embarrassment. It felt as though Lucas was smearing his face with a bucket full of it, each word driving the point home. Romsey shifted towards Lucas, his eyes brimming with tears, but he held them back. He didn't want to cry in front of Fiona, who was pacing back and forth, ready to attack if he faltered. Man, you'll need to leave this house right now!!" Romsey said, his voice trembling but trying to sound brave. "Leave which house?" Fiona interrupted. Before he could respond, her hand landed on his cheek with a sharp slap. Romsey felt the sting of humiliation and pain spread across his face. "You did what?" Romsey asked, his fists tightened as he walked towards her, his heart beating harder.As Romsey turned to leave the room, he heard Lucas's mocking scream "Loser!" The words pierced through him, adding to his already deep sense of humiliation.Stepping out of the room, Romsey was met with the harsh sound of the door slamming shut behind him, followed by Fiona's footsteps as she hurried to lock the main entrance. He tried to sit on the sofa, seeking a moment of respite, but Fiona grabbed him, her grip firm."I didn't tell you to leave the room, I meant you should leave this house! Leave this residence!" Fiona's words were cutting, filled with disdain. "Have you forgotten that it was gifted to me after our marriage? Walk out and don't make me push you out. You're a thorn in my flesh. I detest you, and I don't want to see a poor thing like you in front of me ever again." Romsey felt the weight of her words like a heavy burden, the humiliation almost too much to bear. He stands up and looks at Fiona right in the face, a drop of tears rolled down his cheek, he blinks his e
Back in the hotel room, Romsey shockingly wakes from the bed, his heart racing as he glances at the clock hanging lifelessly on the hotel wall. Its silent ticking shocked him. "Past 9 in the morning already!" he exclaimed, feeling the weight of lateness bearing down on him. He rushes to get out of bed, but then reality strikes - he wasn't at home.Back in his own bed with Fiona, waking up so early had become an attitude as he often leaves bed a few minutes before 9, ensuring her breakfast was ready and the dishes meticulously arranged, lest he face the day's consequences: hunger, courtesy of Fiona's anger. He sank back into the hotel bed, wrapping himself in the heavy blue duvet that seemed to shield him from thoughts of Fiona's infidelity. Attempting to drift back to sleep but his phone interrupted with a shrill ring. Lazily, he reached for it, clearing his eyes and stretching his body, he blinked and looked again, a reminder of Fiona's family reunion.Romsey's mind raced. He had wa
Roger throws a cup of leftover coffee on Romsey's shirt, it lands just on his face as he wipes it off, but before now his shirt has already become sullen from the pressure of being dragged. "You can lick from that, man. I believe you're thirsty" he said scornfully. Face your shame, man, next time you know how to be responsible," Roger retorts as they ignite the engine of a C-class Mercedes.As he prepared to depart, three Golden Bugatti Veyrons pulled up, their sleek bodies gleaming in the sunlight, a stark contrast to the Mercedes. The Bugattis, each valued at several million dollars. Symbols of opulence and luxury, commanded attention with their price tags that showcased wealth and status. Everyone turned to the sound of their V8 engines."Look at the car I want you to get me for our wedding anniversary," Felicity exclaimed, pulling Roger's attention to the gleaming ride as if he hadn't already been admiring it.Roger smiled at her playfulness, knowing it was far beyond his means.
He has met his Waterloo," a tall, slim woman said from the crowd. "Order them out of here; I wouldn't want to turn and see any of them a second time."Romsey sat, watching Tim and his set of erring workers being pushed out by the guards. he turned to see his former colleagues at work looking at him in surprise, Roger couldn't imagine his eyes. It seemed like he was daydreaming. He shook his head in disbelief. For Tim, the shame was grave enough, his four years of job experience now lost in a twinkle of an eye. He had struggled to rise through, but his deafening and arrogant character demoted him.*******Romsey headed back into his room to prepare for the next business of the day. It was the Ralphs' family reunion, and Lucas had paid for the most expensive conference room to impress Fiona Ralph. They were all seated when the door opened, causing Fiona and her mother to turn. Fiona frowned when she saw Romsey walk into the hall."Who invited this man to the family reunion?" Sterling g
immediately as she entered the conference room, the securities lined up behind her as she looked around."Here is the idiot that wants to hack your system," Lucas mockingly said, pointing to Romsey who was still smiling with the Black VIP card placed between his fingers.Brian was behind him, watching curiously for the next line of action. "Ma, I have told him that the card cannot be accepted here," Rossie added."Shut your mouth, Rose, and never say another word." Britney angrily turned to Lucas. "It's fine, sir, we will take care of it from here."She greeted Romsey, taking the card from him. Britney flipped the card in her fingers to see both sides of it and rushed out of her office.*******In her office, Britney swiped the black card on the debit machine, but to her surprise, it kept declining."I can't believe this could be fake; it looks just like the real one," Britney muttered to herself."He needs to be arrested, Ma," the guard standing nearby replied, his face reflecting se
Outside the hotel, it was time for pictures, and Fiona clung tightly to Lucas, her body so close that it seemed as if she was glued to him.Romsey, at the other end, never joined in the pictures. He stood with Brian, a secluded member of the family."What do you do for work, Brian?" he asked."I'm not working yet, sir. Is it true that the card really worked, or would you work here to cover up for it, as Mr. Lucas said?" Brian asked curiously, his eyes fixed on Romsey's face.The conversation went on for some minutes."You can't imagine the idiot was saved today," Fiona reported loudly, shocking Romsey. The Ralph family had made enough jest and mockery of Romsey, enough to make him lose hope on living.Mr. Alexia was sitting at the edge of the hotel's Pinnacle when a fleet of seven expensive and luxurious cars drove into the hotel. A convoy of seven supercars, which included a Rolls Royce Phantom, the latest version, a Lamborghini Aventador, and a Golden Bugatti Chiron, all exotic vehic
In an old building, another of Romsey's childhood friend, Prince Tom, a once renowned businessman had taken two days off, nursing inner wounds from the recent humiliation inflicted by one of his company's investors. He knew he had to seek funds to repay debts, but the daunting task left him with uncertainty, he certainly had little or no idea of who to approach at this juncture as all that was written about Flames and Co. were debts from unpaid loans.Flames and Co, a company that once stood as the magnanimous pyramids of Chicago business magazines is facing ruins over miscalculated and exorbitant expenses, coupled with insincere workers.*****Most recalled was the humiliation of the early Friday morning, a day Prince Tom stood watching a man who had once been a friend and business partner storm into his office, pushing his secretary away, when she tried to stop him by telling him that the CEO wasn't in the office. Of course, there was no way he wouldn't be in office as far as his onc
BRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIING!!An alarm clock clanged in the opulent and silent room where Roselvett slept. Her room, a pink-painted spacious room, with paintings and carvings attached to the wall, which included her enlarged pictures, a well-painted flower vase with some pink roses stood close to her makeup desk.Light rays pry their curious eyes beneath curtain spaces, trying to make her understand that it was a new day, "a fresh start" for her. She opened her eyes unsure if she had dreamt of anything last night, first blinked and wiped her face, then stretched as though her body parts were about to disintegrate. Her bed, a king-sized family bed, one that makes her look tiny when she cuddles to her teddy bear beneath pillows, it spreads across like a wide football field. She sits up and makes her normal "sign of the cross" routine by running her fingers to her forehead, then to her shoulders, with the other hand placed firmly on her chest, which was already covered by her big ripened b**b
The pristine store, a fast growing warehouse, had all the dynasty items which were brought by top ranking researchers. Items in his warehouse were highly prized for their exquisite craftsmanship and historical significance, just like the Qianlong dynasty vase, other costly dynastic items costing millions of dollars each lined the writeups. "This can't be!! She flared up, throwing the paper back at Mr. Jumbo. " Do you think you can fool me or something? How on earth would only a vase worth a whopping $9 million?" She wailed, her lips curved as she screamed. "I wouldn't be in the rightful place to argue with you, ma," Mr. Jumbo exclaimed in anger. The policemen picking up the cost booklet widened his eyes, she couldn't believe that 50 items destroyed from a warehouse would amount to all of that, he walked up to mr. Jumbo with a calm gaze. "We will have to make investigations into this" He pleaded with a friendly tone trying to ease the pain in his eyes but then Mrs. Felic
Romsey was shocked. This wasn't what he expected, as she started to protest, her eyes widening "and where the hell is my daughter?" She screamed. All pleas from onlookers fell at deaf ears.Two minutes later Romsey found another way, looked down, what was her demand afterall? That he'll buy and replace the smashed car as well pay for her hospital bills" he was beyond that, but he needed to prove himself to her first."I apologise for all inconveniences, Ma" Romsey pleaded, his voice low, as the shop owner screamed from the other side."You'll have to fix up everything she has ruined here" Robson, bewildered by the shock of the moment, only stood in awe, his jaw dropped as words and whispers mixed in the air, all piercing through his ears. Romsey clears his throat "he was better off than this, only if his father had known but all the same, he wasn't going to call him into it""I'll bet you, ma, that this ain't a thing to yell and cause a scene" he turned to the woman who was still rai
In a minute, Romsey receives a call, his ringtone blaring in the room. He turns with a sharp glance at the caller, but it seems like a strange number. Reluctantly, he picks up the call, but a male voice is heard over the noisy backdrop."You'll have to hurry down here, immediately. You're the last person this party conversed with!" The voice blares over the phone, and in seconds, it goes off.With trembling hands, he fumbles for his keys, his fingers slipping against the cold metal in his haste. The urgency in the air is palpable now, a sense of impending doom hanging heavy over him like a dark cloud. He can't shake the feeling that something terrible has happened."I'll have to excuse you for now," he says to Natt, who's staring at him. He mumbles a reply."Who was that? Some mummy's call to have you home, hmm?" Natt's brows raise.But then Romsey hurries towards the door, trouble setting in as he tries to track the caller's location, his fingers tapping on the phone hastily.Natt, b
It was getting late and Robson was still on the road, evening descended upon Sen. Valerie's Crescent, a sense of intrigue hung in the air like a thick fog. Romsey, with his trusted ally Robson by his side, approached the imposing steel gate, its sleek surface glinting in the dim light."The gate code, Boss," Robson's voice broke through the silence. "Flash the headlight five times," Romsey replied, his voice steady and calm. The compound seemed to come alive as everything was made of artificial intelligence robots, the guards were few compared to those at the Spear's mansion.Rob parking in the designated area, Romsey's eyes scanned the scene before him. The Visitor's car park resembled a showroom, with rows of luxurious vehicles standing like silent sentinels. The compound seemed to have the same German-made car, no doubt it was said that the Stout family was known for their BMW heritage. Different models and series of the same car filled the car parks, each looking more sophistic
In some minutes Ellen arrives at the mansion, her expression looked sullen and different, maybe because of the experience she had encountered with the so-named Prince, the charming Prince in Aurelia's life. Robson stepped out just at that moment with a glance on his face, he took off the dark pair of glasses he wore and slipped them into the pockets of his shorts as he approached her. "Hey Ellen" he laughed a bit as he walked closer. "You're back already?" He piped, hugging her warmly, a brief clapse of their bodies. Ellen barely allowed her sides meet his before she backed away. She was looking a bit different from the normal as she tipped without shoes.Robson turned to notice it, his eyes fixed in confusion, staring at her as he walked, the dress she wore seemed to be molded to complement her curves. He shook off the feeling that rang in his mind but then turned to follow her. "Excuse me, Ellen, how did it go?" He asked. "Not as planned, Rob" Ellen replied. "I thought it be
"They might be arriving anytime soon!" he yells again as his secretary apologizes, not knowing his fault in the matter at hand."Fix up the files, ensure all documents are neatly covered, leave no loophole," Lucas's words settle on deaf ears as his secretary abandons the file on the desk.It was evening, and the sun's rays had shifted north, setting clouds over the sky. The night drew near like the day was speeding to its close.Ellen had finished her work for the day and set out for her mission. Her heart raced as she drove through the bustling streets of Chicago in search of the Gardener Inn. Her eyes turned right and left, glancing through the corners of the street.She couldn't imagine the weight of rejection and humiliation she'd received from Aurelia.The package sat in the passenger seat as she turned to it at intervals.In some minutes, she arrived at the inn. Her eyes scanned the grand facade and finishes that spoke of luxury and opulence. She slipped her fingers into the pack
The lady at the door greeted Aurelia with a profound smile, a contrast to what Aurelia had expected of her that morning. "What's it?" Aurelia's voice dripped with disdain, "What is the meaning of this interruption?""I-I beg your pardon, my lady," the lady stammered, offering the parcel with trembling hands, "A man at the gate insisted I deliver this to you." Her tone was calm but her voice was shaky. Aurelia's eyes narrowed as she inspected the package before her. With a dismissive wave of her hand, she spat, "Take it away. I want nothing from the likes of you. Your filthy hands have tainted it."But then, the lady maintained her posture. " I apologize for that, Ma" Her heart sank as she retreated from the room, her cheeks burning with humiliation. As she reached her modest quarters tucked away in a corner of the vast compound, she sank onto her bed, tears stinging her eyes.Ellen's quarters were a three-bedroom apartment, nicely arranged on the third floor of the worker's quarters
The next day came with its surprise. The morning sun filtered through the royal curtains, casting warmth over the Spear's mansions. Aurelia's opulent bedroom was not spared as light rays peeped through windows. She stretched from her giant bed, almost the size of a swimming pool, then turned and yawned, her hands pressing on the calling bell, summoning her maids who rushed into her room, filling the room with activity."Hello Ma," a beautiful lady smiled at her. "Would you mind if we take off your clothes and give you a warm bath?"She took some minutes and then, replied, "Cold bath, please." The maid nodded as they gathered around her, changing her from her nighties.Downstairs, the dining table was set and adorned with an extravagant spread fit for the upper class. Delicate dishes were tasted by the family's nutritionist to ensure they had all the desired nutrients as they filled the golden table.The aroma of a variety of delectable dishes filled the air, from fluffy pancakes toppe
Romsey dashed back into the room, his forehead creased with worry, a stark contrast to his earlier jovial demeanor. As he entered the hallway leading to Mr. Spears' bedroom, he doubled over, panting with urgency. Knocking on the door, he pushed it open, finding his father engrossed in a newspaper."Dad, how could you?" Romsey's voice held a polite but firm edge. "How could you summon her to my room without a second thought?"Mr. Spears let the newspaper slip from his fingers onto the table, his expression shifting to one of concern. "Sit, son," he gestured, trying to soothe Romsey's agitation.With a heavy sigh, Romsey sank into a plush brown leather sofa, his gaze locked on his father, who struggled to find the right words to ease the tension of the moment."My son, I thought I was giving you the best gift possible. Her father, Senator Stout Mill, is a man of impeccable reputation," Mr. Spears explained, his attempt at reassurance falling flat.Romsey's features tightened, his eyes n