Two days later, John was in his room. Lately, he had been keeping a close eye on Jeffery, monitoring his meetings and who he was associating with. He was biding his time, looking for the perfect moment to strike. John needed Stephanie to catch them red-handed, but he had to do it in a way that kept him out of the picture.In John’s hands was one of James’s toys, which he had managed to steal the last time he was in the room. He stared at it, rubbing his thumb slowly and caressing it. The next day was James’s birthday, his sixth birthday. A mixture of tears and a smile appeared on John’s face. He remembered how he used to celebrate his birthdays in grandeur, but this time, planning everything felt different because everything was different.John’s heart raced so fast. Even though it was nighttime, he desperately wanted to see James and be the first one to wish him a happy birthday. Though James was not John’s biological son and reminded him of Stephanie’s infidelity, John couldn’t sto
“What is going on?” John asked, his eyes wide with shock as he stared at Modelisa, who stood stoically with a fierce gaze. “What is happening?” he repeated, quickly standing up.“Don’t create a scene here in front of the child. Just follow the guards silently,” Modelisa thundered, her face contorted with a barely contained rage.John glanced around the room, his eyes darting from one corner to another, searching for answers. He then turned to James, who already looked terrified and scared, his small frame trembling.“What is wrong, Granny? Where are you taking Dad to?” James finally spoke, his voice quivering with fear and confusion.Modelisa redirected her intense gaze to the boy. “He is not your dad. I have told you this before. Just go back to bed!” she ordered, trying to keep her voice in check, though it was evident she was struggling not to shout.John felt a surge of anger at the way Modelisa had spoken to James. He gritted his teeth, clenching his fists as he glared at her, hi
John remained on the floor all through the night. The cold, hard surface offered no comfort, amplifying the extreme pain that coursed through his body. His eyes were vacant, staring at nothing in the dimly lit room. The stillness around him contrasted sharply with the storm brewing inside. He felt a burning rage deep within his heart, a searing fury that seemed to fuel the agony of his injuries. The slap from Modelisa echoed relentlessly in his ears and flashed incessantly in his mind. It wasn’t just about the slap itself; it was the fact that it had come from her. Never before had he been slapped, and the betrayal from someone he trusted left a gaping wound in his heart.As he lay there, he knew he needed to put an end to everything that was happening. The urgency to resolve the turmoil grew with each passing second. He contemplated the possible ways to bring this chaos to a close, his mind racing despite the creeping silence of the night. The stillness seemed to amplify his thoug
John strode through the abandoned alley, his eyes darting around anxiously. He was looking for Miss B, who was supposed to meet him there five minutes ago, as they had agreed. He was dressed in a navy blue suit, every detail meticulously arranged, his eagerness to end things that day palpable in his tense posture.The alley was a desolate, eerie place, filled with the lingering smell of decay and dampness. The walls were covered in peeling paint and graffiti, and the ground was littered with crumpled papers and empty bottles. The distant hum of the city felt miles away, replaced by an unsettling silence that amplified John’s growing unease.Finally, he heard the faint sound of footsteps approaching from behind. The noise echoed off the narrow walls, each step sending a jolt of anticipation through him. He swiftly turned, his heart pounding in his chest. It was Miss B, waltzing towards him with an air of confidence, an umbrella in her hand and held above her head.“Finally,” John smile
“Dad, it’s been a while, and I know I haven’t really spoken to you since things have gone this way. I have been too ashamed to come to you. The one thing you placed in my care was taken away from me. I haven’t been able to face you ever since. It has felt as though the whole world is against me. I am really sorry for disappointing you. I couldn’t be half the man that you were,” John said with a cracked voice, tears welling up in his eyes as he stood in his room staring into thin air.His mind had traveled far away. There was too much guilt weighing on his chest. He felt wasted once more after he had finished talking to Miss B and returned home.“I need your help today, Dad. I can’t do anything without you, and it is clear that I am worthless without you. I allowed a woman to take over my thinking, and everything you had worked so hard to gather, I threw it down the drain with a snap of my fingers. I know I am worthless and I am stupid. I might have learned my lesson, but the guilt can
“I was hit!” John said abruptly.John's abrupt declaration sent ripples of tension through the room. Stephanie's eyes widened, mirroring the shock that rippled through her. He held her gaze for a moment before shifting his attention to Modelisa, whose expression betrayed a mix of apprehension and guilt. John hesitated, his mind grappling with the weight of his words. Yet, spurred on by Modelisa's silent urging, he pressed forward."It was the floor," John muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, as if the admission itself carried a heavy burden. Stephanie's brows furrowed in confusion, her disbelief evident in the way she leaned forward, urging him to clarify."The floor hit you?" Modelisa's voice was tinged with skepticism, a silent warning to tread carefully in the murky waters of their shared secret. John hesitated, feeling the weight of their expectations bearing down on him. He swallowed hard, his gaze flickering away from Modelisa's intense stare, which seemed to bore into
“What the hell?” John exclaimed as soon as he turned and saw Rhys. It was Brad who held him by his hand.“What is going on? Let go of my hand,” John protested, but Brad had a firm grip on his hands and quickly dragged him into the nearest room. It was a store room in the Mansion.“What are you doing?” John finally protested again, using his strength to break free from Brad’s grip. John was inflamed with anger, his face contorted with rage. His eyes bore into Brad’s like a lion ready to pounce on its prey.“I am sorry about that,” Brad finally spoke, adjusting his black suit and tucking his right hand into his pants pocket.John’s heart was pounding in his chest, each beat echoing like a war drum in the silence of the store room. The dim light cast eerie shadows on the walls, adding to the tense atmosphere. He could feel the cold sweat trickling down his back, his muscles tensed as if ready for a fight. The air was thick with the scent of dust and old wood, mingling with the faint, mu
John widened his eyes, straining to hear every word, his ears attuned to any sound that might reveal the unfolding drama. Stephanie’s initial scream had made his ears tingle, sending shivers down his spine. “What are you doing naked?” Stephanie’s voice echoed through the hallway, a mixture of shock and disbelief reverberating in her tone. Her voice was high-pitched, filled with the kind of intensity that only comes from sudden, unexpected revelations. A smile flashed across John’s face, a knowing grin that spoke volumes. It was his cunning that had led Stephanie to discover Jeffery and Gabriel Blake naked and caught in the act. The image of their shocked faces brought a wave of satisfaction that coursed through him, warming him from the inside out. John could almost hear the tension in the room, the awkward silence that must have followed Stephanie’s exclamation. He imagined Jeffery scrambling for words, his mind racing to concoct a plausible explanation. The air would be thick wi