Dexter Richmond tiptoed slowly up the stairs, grateful that there was no one around as he returned home from work. He'd deliberately waited until after dinner before he came into the house. Just so he could avoid meeting his in-laws who never hesitated to rain thinly veiled insults on him. They possessed a twenty-four-hour clock of utter disgust for him.
He didn't want to deal with that today. Today was a very special day. Today was his and his wife's third anniversary and he didn't want anything to ruin his mood.
He'd managed to borrow some money to buy his wife something very nice. It was a gown from a designer she loved. He'd been saving money for it since their last anniversary – before the designer released the collection. And now he'd borrowed some money to complete it. It was the most expensive thing he'd ever gotten her before and he was proud that he could give her something like that.
He couldn't help but be bubbly as he imagined the look on her face when she saw it.
According to her schedule, she would be starting her skin care routine at that moment.
He smiled as he made a beeline for their room door.
As he got closer he heard an odd sound. Pausing for a bit he looked around. Nothing. He shrugged and kept tiptoeing – his mother-in-law had ambushed him on one occasion on this very floor so he couldn't be too careful.
The sound became louder as he approached the room.
Was Sandy watching a movie? He wondered.
As he placed a hand on the door handle, he wondered why Sandy was watching a movie so late. And with the volume so loud.
Then he grinned. Given the sounds he was hearing, the movie was probably a precursor to a wild night in relation to their anniversary.
He pushed the door open. He blinked. All of the lights were on in full glow. As his eyes adjusted to the room, his gaze fell on the television in the room first… which was deathly silent and as dark as night.
But the sounds continued.
Dexter's smile disappeared. The package in his hand dropped to the floor and he felt numbness wash over him.
He stood there for a whole sixty seconds. His wife and the man with her didn't notice him.
He swallowed and moved woodenly into the room.
Sandy, his wife was bent over, her back arched deeply as a man who was grunting like his life depended on it, thrust forcefully into her from behind over and over again as his hands squeezed her breasts like they were disobedient squishy toys.
Dexter's throat was dry as he looked on, unable to utter a word.
He reached out, his hand shaking, and pushed an empty glass vase off the closet close to the door.
The crash was deafening. And it was the only thing Dexter heard as the man and Sandy jumped apart and looked at him, the whole scene playing out in slow motion before him as his ears rang and his eyes dazed.
No… it couldn't be. He had to be seeing double.
But he wasn't mistaken. It was Ryan Fendi. His boss. The man who had fired him mere hours ago.
Both their eyes were wide in shock as they stared at him.
Ryan reached discreetly for his pants which had been discarded on a corner of the bed and began to tug them on.
“S… Sandy?” Dexter managed to breathe out.
Sandy didn't say anything, she just sighed and covered her chest with a blanket.
She didn't even look remorseful. She had this look on her face that indicated she was irritated that she'd been interrupted in the middle of her adulterous act.
It made Dexter's heartbreak all the more. If she looked remorseful or was even begging for his forgiveness it might assuage his heart a little, letting him know that she still respected him enough to be sorry for what she'd done.
“Sandy… s– say something.” Dexter pleaded silently.
“I… don't have anything to say.” She muttered, staring straight at him and lifting one of her shoulders in a slow shrug.
Dexter's system couldn't process this. Was this really his wife?
“Sandy how can you… h– how –” his throat cracked. He swallowed,
“I walk in on you having sex with another man on our matrimonial bed and – and you don't have anything to say?”
She sighed again.
“Exactly Dexter. You walked in on me and saw everything. What more is there to say?”
That tone. There it was again. So this was what it all meant?
Sandy had been giving him attitude for a few months now and avoiding physical contact with him. He'd wondered about it but chalked it up to work stress. But now, he realised as she used that same tone with him, that it'd been her distancing herself from him emotionally and physically as she satisfied herself with another man.
“S– Sandy how could you?” He blurted, the pain in his chest multiplying.
Sandy raised her brows.
Then Ryan rolled his eyes.
In that moment, Dexter completely lost it. The animal in him roared and the human in him evaporated as he rushed at Ryan, grasping his neck and pushing him down on the bed. He rained punches on Dexter's face as he landed.
He wasn't in control as he ravaged the man. He didn't hear his shouts or feel his struggles or scratches.
Sandy screamed and tried to push Dexter off. One clean swipe of his fist and she tumbled to the floor four feet away, the blanket around her giving way and the lights shining on her glistening naked body.
She hurried to her feet, terror on her face as she looked around for her clothing.“Dexter! Dexter, please stop!” She shouted as she pulled on a shirt, too scared to go near him as he pummeled Ryan who was still screaming and struggling like a woman.She ran out into the hall,“Help!” She screamed at the top of her lungs. “Mum! Dad!” She cried, wringing her hands as she continued begging a furious Dexter to stop.Her parents rushed in like a storm with three heavy-set guards seconds later.The guards rushed into the room and it took all three of them to pull Dexter off a severely bleeding Ryan.“Beat him up!” Sandy's father bellowed.Ryan slid to the floor unconscious as the guards dragged Dexter and began beating him mercilessly.Dexter felt a hot slap from above as he lay on the floor, four guards towering over him and itching to continue beating the living daylight out of him. Sandy's mother bent down and slapped him again, “You run down, worthless fool!” She accused, “How dare y
Dexter's heart dropped to his feet,“S– Sandy?” He queried, not looking further than that at the contents.“I don't want to hear anything from you. Marrying you was a mistake I intend to remedy. Now sign these papers and leave my life forever.” She spat.“S– sandy –”Her father interrupted him with a punch.“I don't want to hear a word from you, you bastard! You heard what she said, sign the damn papers!”“P– please – Sandy please,” Dexter begged, a tear rolling down his eye without his permission.“You're not worthy of our daughter you scrap! Heck! You're not even worthy of breathing the same air as her!” Sandy's mother shouted into his face.Sandy didn't even act like she cared, she spat at his feet and ran back to her lover's side. She caressed him, putting his head on her voluptuous breasts and taking the ice pack from him to cool his head herself.“You'd better start signing now before you get the beating of your life!”Her father thundered.“Raphael, please, I have nowhere to g–
“Are you ready to confess or do we still need to take this interrogation session further?” The tall man with a scar on his face who'd become Dexter's kinsman of pain, asked as he forced his fist onto Dexter’s already bleeding face.Dexter groaned and spat blood.“You – you've been asking me that –” he coughed and spat more blood as his head lolled forward. “– that question f– for the past th– three days. And j– just like before… I don’t know what you are talking about!” Dexter yelled the last sentence with all the strength he could pull out of his already mutilated body. He felt pain. And anger at the fact that he was going through so much pain for something he knew nothing of.Sergeant Deem stood and stared at Dexter, his teeth bared as he tried to dissect the situation. Finally, he spoke up.“Fine.” He turned around and picked up a damp towel from the table, wiping his bloody fists. “You leave me no choice.”He rushed hastily out of the room, frustration carved in the hunch of his s
Everything still seemed to be in a blur.Dexter couldn’t comprehend what had just happened; all he could process at that moment was the unexpected journey that he and the police chief had set on immediately after he'd been discharged from the hospital he was rushed to.His wounds had been treated and he'd eaten a decent meal for the first time in days. He was so confused he was on high alert. What could be going on? Was this going to be another form of torture? Were they fattening him up for the slaughter?“Young Master Dexter, do you need anything, and are you in any pain?” The Chief asked, turning away from the steering wheel for a second.“There will be a doctor on ground immediately we arrive and you will be tended to more closely.” The Chief added.Dexter was still trying to adjust to the situation before him so it wasn't out of disrespect that he turned his face away to the window.“Where are we headed, sir Chief?” He asked cautiously.“Call me Chief or better still Steve.” The
“Dexter it's such a shame that I couldn’t be there to welcome you myself but life has always been so fair to me I don’t mind it playing a smart one on me and making me absent at this time. But enough about me. I’m sure everything still seems very confusing. Especially your identity.”The man cleared his throat.“You are Dexter Richmond the child of my first son Fletcher Richmond Jnr. I’m sure you are confused as to why you never met me or knew anything of this life before. It is because your mother chose to raise you out of the family.“Your father, my late son died from a tragic helicopter accident a year after you were born and your mother who had never been a fan of the problems that came with being a member of such a widely known family, more or less blamed the family for his death. She decided to take you far away from us to live out there with the rest of the world where you would be safe.“I didn’t rest, I sent out a search party to find her. We then came to an agreement. I did
“Now wouldn't it be something if we could be invited to such an occasion?” Priscilla gushed as she and her family prepared to watch the televised event of Fletcher Richmond Snr's burial. It was a must-watch for everyone who knew a thing or two about influence and affluence. “You do realize it's the burial of a person right?” Raphael chuckled, sitting beside his wife. “Oh, whatever! The man lived to a ripe old age and enjoyed his life to the fullest! It's basically a send-off party in my opinion!” Sandy and her new boyfriend Ryan laughed with her parents as they settled into a chair together, a bowl of popcorn between them. “But you're right mum, the kind of connections one would make at such an event –” Sandy shook her head for emphasis, “– Too good!” Raphael chuckled nervously, “But you've got me now babe. I'm sure I have all the connections you could need.” Sandy nodded distractedly as they watched the president of Germany arrive at the venue followed by other presidents and p
Dexter was settling into his new life quite smoothly so far.He'd been very busy familiarising himself with everything he had inherited. Which was a lot of work seeing as he'd inherited a lot.He didn't intend to be a lazy and passive leader, he was going to be actively involved in everything going on in all of his companies as much as he could.Richard Crossing had been with him every step of the way. He'd answered all of his questions and was doing an amazing job guiding Dexter on his journey.And Grandpa Fletcher hadn't lied, he was truly still with him. The man had left several videos, recordings, and handwritten files to aid Dexter in his journey.They basically enumerated all the secrets to keeping the businesses thriving and only Richard knew about them.Dexter spent all his time in a study, listening, watching, and reading the files. He didn't want to make any mistakes.His first step according to his grandfather's counsel was to consolidate his authority. Seeing as many would
“Mum I can't believe we're going to meet him, this feels like a dream,” Sandy whispered excitedly to her mother as they made their entrance into the venue for the dinner party.“Tell me about it,” Priscilla whispered back.A shot of applause went up as it did for each family that arrived. They smiled and made their way to their seats, Ryan in tow with them.“You know, I'm pretty sure it's because of our company that the heir decided to come here first! Our records over the past two years have been outstanding!” Priscilla chipped in as they settled down.“Well, that idea might not be too far-fetched.” Raphael grinned and raised a glass in salute.It wasn't far-fetched indeed. Their family was all the heir could think about as he buttoned up his shirt and adjusted his tie in a room in the hotel where the party was being hosted.A knock sounded on his door,“Come in.”It was Ivy.“Hey. I'm ready. And I just got word that most of the guests have arrived. I believe it's time for you to mak
Dexter and the police officers arrived at the abandoned factory where James was holding Sonia, Richard, and Ivy hostage. The officers closed in, weapons drawn, shouting commands for James to stop and surrender. But James had already made up his mind."I'll blow up this whole place, and we'll all die together," he threatened, clutching the remote control tightly, his eyes wild with determination.Katherine, recognizing the seriousness of James's threat and the extent to which he was willing to go for his revenge, stepped out from the midst of the police officers. With a determined look, she made her way into the factory, hoping to defuse the situation before it was too late."Mother, where do you think you are going?" Dexter asked, his voice filled with surprise and concern as he saw his mother stepping into danger with her eyes wide open."It's time to end this," Katherine replied, a short-lived smile tugging at the corners of her lips.Dexter tried to move closer, intent on stopping
“Today, I'll have my full revenge. Today I'll end it once and for all,” James muttered, his eyes burning with anger as he opened the small briefcase he was holding. Mr. Blaq stood beside him wondering what he was doing as that wasn't part of the initial plan. Several other men were in the room, each holding a gun, their faces set with grim determination. “What are you doing?” Richard asked, his voice trembling as he caught sight of the item in the briefcase, which looked alarmingly like a bomb. “I’m about to send you all to the devil,” James scoffed, his tone dripping with malicious disdain. Richard’s eyes widened in fear. “You’re insane! You can’t do this!” James chuckled darkly. “Oh, but I can. And I will. It’s time for the Richmond empire to fall, and you’re just collateral damage.” Mr. Blaq shifted uneasily, glancing at the other men. Despite his loyalty to James and the Rogue's Secret Coalition, he hadn’t signed up for mass murder. “James, are you sure about this? The
Raphael and Priscilla finally faced trial and the court found both of them guilty of all the crimes they were accused of. Raphael got a jail term of twenty years while Priscilla got a life time imprisonment sentence. Dexter couldn't hide how sorry he felt for them seeing how pathetic both of them eventually ended. But there was nothing he could do about it. They've broken so many laws and it was just right that the two of them face the consequences of their actions. It was the day before the U.S presidential elections and in every part of the country, one could notice the euphoria in the atmosphere over the forthcoming elections which was marked by a palpable sense of anticipation and tension. Across the country, campaign offices buzzed with activity as volunteers made last-minute phone calls and knocked on doors, urging every potential voter to cast their ballot. Television screens in homes, bars, and restaurants displayed a constant stream of political advertisements, pundit ana
"Raphael and Priscilla are finally behind bars,” Julio said as he addressed members of the Rogue Secret Coalition. “All along they thought they were masters of the game not knowing that they were not even players in the first place,” James scoffed, his voice dripping with utter disdain.There was an unusual silence that fell upon them in the room as if someone had walked in but it was quickly interrupted by president Lee Chan's crackling voice.“There's no need basking in an already won victory. Raphael and Priscilla Wayne were just pawns in this game right from the very beginning. They've served their purpose and it's time to look into the bigger picture,”Julio's respect for Lee Chan had always been massive seeing how much he reasoned like himself. If there was something he liked about Lee Chan, it was the fact that his hunger for power was like a vampire thirsty for blood.“That's right. It's time to hit the big target and that's Dexter Richmond himself.” Julio said, his eyes meet
The news of James' escape spread like wildfire throughout the entire region. Dexter had issued strict instructions to the chief, emphasizing the need to leave no stone unturned in ensuring James was apprehended and brought to justice. When Raphael and Priscilla learned of James' escape and subsequent disappearance, they couldn't shake the feeling that the boss had orchestrated his escape. It dawned on them that they had been mere pawns in a much larger game, manipulated by the boss all along. As the days passed, Sandy was finally laid to rest in a somber ceremony attended by those who loved her. The atmosphere was heavy with grief and reflection. Standing by her graveside, Raphael and Priscilla shared a moment of quiet contemplation. The weight of recent events and the realization of their manipulation by the boss had taken a toll on them. In the wake of Sandy's funeral, Raphael and Priscilla made a momentous decision. They resolved to end their long-standing feud with Dexter. The
This isn't good,” Katherine's forehead creased slightly conveying a sense of unease. They had left the mourning room as soon as they heard that James had escaped. That wasn't part of the plan. With James already out of the picture, it was left with Julio and Mr Blaq but now that James had escaped, they could smell trouble brewing already. “So what do we do now?” Dexter asked, seeing that there was really not much he could bring himself to think about regarding everything that was happening. “We'll have to be vigilant. If James had failed in his first attempt to kill you, he'll come again and this time, he won't spare you.” Katherine revealed, her hands clasped, with a palpable sense of nervous energy underlying her demeanor. Dexter could understand what his mother was saying but in the midst of it all, he still wanted to know why his mother and Ivy's mother had a rough conversation earlier. The fact that the two of them would become inlaws soon was a matter of concern to him. He
Katherine and Dexter entered into the room to see every mourning. He approached Priscilla with his own bouquet of flower offering his sympathy to her.Katherine too offered her sympathy causing everyone except Stephanie to wonder who she was and why she was with Dexter.“Katherine!” Stephanie exclaimed, upon recognizing her as Dexter's mother and her once upon a time friend.“You know her?” Ivy inquired, her curiosity piqued.“Yes dear. That's Dexter's biological mother.” Stephanie replied, causing Ivy's mouth to open wide in awe as she had never expected it. From his conversation with Dexter back when they newly started dating, he had told her that his mother was probably dead having been left and abandoned at an orphanage as a baby.“What's she doing here? And did Dexter get to find her?” Stephanie muttered to herself.Dexter noticed Ivy's presence and walked up to her. He felt bad that he had not shown himself to her ever since he got out of the burning warehouse alive.“Ivy….” He
“Cliches, like the darkest hour, are just before dawn. Priscilla was still finding it difficult to recover from the death of Sandy. She stayed in her room all day refusing to eat and not wanting to talk to anybody. She felt like her world had ended now that Sandy was no more. The armed forces and the police took up the matter to find who actually attempted to kill Dexter that night. With all of Dexter's enemies out of the way, the investigation narrowed down to two possible individuals - Julio Jones and Mr Blaq. “You idiot! How did you manage to miss him?” The air crackled with Julio's voice, rising with frustration and indignation at the young man whom he had asked to finish off Dexter once and for all.He had laid down specific instructions and wasn't expecting anything to go wrong. “It's the lady who stepped in. I already had a clear shot but she immediately stepped in.” The young man replied, his fist clenched and his tone assertive.The young man was one of the best assassins
The ambulance arrived blaring it's siren with the paramedics rushing out to convey Sandy in a stretcher while the police took James, Jack and Alex away.Dexter and Lacey went with the team of paramedics to the hospital. As the ambulance took off that night, Dexter couldn't help it but to pray silently in his heart that nothing bad should happen to Sandy.“Please hurry up,” Dexter's cry echoed through the van, his cloth stained with blood. His fear kept increasing as he watched Sandy's life slowly fade away.“Don't die, Sandy,” His voice trembled as tears began to flow of their own accord.He had never expected that Sandy would do something like that for him, not after her betrayal when they were still married.The night seemed to be darker and quieter as the team of paramedics conveyed Sandy to the Emergency Room. Dexter's heart raced with different thoughts.“Who was it that could have made an attempt on his life?” He thought.It wasn't long after that Priscilla and Raphael arrived a