Why are you trying to steal from me? Let go of me!" Jeffery began to scream as John attempted to send a punch to his face.John stood confused, his face wrinkling up as his hands still clenched Jeffrey's shirt. "What are you talking about? Steal from you?" John asked.The onlookers were agitated, edging closer to the scene, and soon enough, some security personnel arrived."I told you not to mess with me. Here is your punishment," Jeff whispered into John's ear, a slight smirk playing on his lips as people encircled them.There were hushed whispers among those watching, accompanied by pointing fingers."Isn't this the same man who was called a thief outside?" One of the store onlookers queried her companions.Modelisa also approached the scene, but she stood a bit far from Jeffery and John, watching with a smirk on her face."Let go of me, you petty thief!" Jeffery thundered, struggling with John while the guards intervened to separate them."Why are you creating this scene? When did
"I should be dead by now," John thought to himself as he stared at the ceiling, his hands clasped tightly together. Dark shadows danced across the room, casting an eerie glow.He reminisced about his life thus far. Dinner with Miss B was just over, and he had retreated to his room, with Miss B insisting they postpone any conversation about Stephanie for the night, citing John's need for rest after the tumult of accusations and insults hurled at him in the boutique.Though John longed to discuss it, he couldn't bring himself to pressure Miss B. Despite being young, her determination rivaled that of a lion's.Yet sleep eluded John as memories flooded his mind. Each attempt to push them aside only brought forth more vivid recollections, like Jeffrey's callous remark on how he fucked his ex wife on their supposed one year anniversary , a cruel reminder of the betrayal that had festered long before. Was it solely about money? Had she ever truly loved him?Tears welled in his eyes as the hu
“You've got to be kidding me, right?” John's voice trembled with sudden terror and amazement, and his face contorted with a mix of emotions. His eyes widened, then narrowed, struggling to comprehend.“No, I'm not kidding. Just as surprised as you are now, I was equally shocked when I discovered it,” Miss B replied, her voice tinged with seriousness and her nod affirming her words.John leaned back, his eyes darting around as he absorbed the newfound information. It felt like something out of a fictional movie, yet the gravity of the situation etched on Miss B's face left no room for doubt; she was dead serious.“I don’t understand,” John began, regaining control of his senses. “How did you uncover all of this?” he inquired, curiosity driving his words.“Well, after my father's passing, I entered the picture. You see, while my father was alive, I wasn't deeply involved in the business, and some of the workers weren't even aware of my existence. He was a private person.” Miss B paused,
"Things feel fishy to me," John began, his fingers gently stroking his beard as his gaze wandered without focus."I've known Stephanie for a long time, and I may not have known about her shady side or that she was capable of all this, but one thing I'm sure of is that she's not capable of such elaborate planning on her own. This is beyond what she could do alone. It's a great, elaborate scheme," John added with a sigh, his tone heavy with concern."Voila! You get it. I thought as much," Miss B exclaimed, snapping her fingers with excitement. "I've also considered it, and honestly, this is a lot to put together. I don’t think she's in on this alone," Miss B asserted, taking a step closer to John."Stephanie has little to no knowledge about business, and even in her company, she relies on a couple of business and financial advisors," John reflected, his gaze turning inward. "Now I understand. I was wondering how her business skyrocketed so high in just a few months. Though I was too cau
Two weeks had passed since the discussion between John and Miss B while planning how to bring down Stephanie and Jeffrey, as well as how to uncover those involved in the elaborate scheme.John had suggested that he wouldn't immediately confront Jeffrey and Stephanie, opting instead to allow them space to bond and potentially forget about him. Approaching them right away might raise suspicions. In the preceding days, John had diligently applied skincare products to artificially age his face and had eaten less to appear malnourished. He need to make Stephanie and Jeffery genuinely believe that he was impoverished.Throughout this period, John had resolved within himself that he would do whatever it took to bring down Stephanie and Jeffrey. He acknowledged the sacrifices he might have to make and was prepared to do anything necessary to accomplish his goal. He was ready to lose his pride and crush his ego."Are you still certain about this?" Miss B inquired, observing John as he donned t
John followed Jeffrey into the house, each step deeper into the familiar surroundings, stirring up memories. It had once been his sanctuary, a home he painstakingly built with sweat and tears for himself, but then it all crumbled away, slipping through his fingers like sand. "Hey, babe, you're back." Stephanie's voice crashed into John's ears as they entered the house."Yes, baby," Jeffrey responded, embracing Stephanie and planting a passionate kiss on her lips.A sword of anger pierced John's heart as he watched his ex-wife tenderly embrace his best friend, their intimacy stinging like salt on a wound. He clenched his teeth and balled his fists in frustration."Who is that?" Stephanie asked, her face twisted in disdain as she pointed a finger at John, her once-beloved husband."You won't believe it," Jeffrey chuckled, casting a satisfied smirk in John's direction. "Guess who that is?""I don't know, but he looks like some kind of madman. Why did you bring a lunatic into our house?"
The next morning, John was dragged out of the dog cage, confused about his whereabouts."Where are you taking me? Why aren't we going into the house?" John asked, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.Before he could finish his statement, water was forcefully poured over him, blinding him momentarily."What the hell..." John snarled, using his hands to shield himself from the deluge."What... what's going on here?" John demanded, still trying to comprehend what was happening as water cascaded over his face and body."You're taking a shower." Stephanie's sarcastic voice cut through the chaos.Stephanie, dressed in a classic white cotton gown, stood nearby, her hands folded together with a smirk playing on her lips. Beside her, Jeffrey wore the same demonic smirk, their dark intentions gleaming in their eyes."What?" John asked, struggling as the water forcefully scrubbed his body, his confusion and perplexity evident."Pay attention to his armpit. He nearly killed me with the smell that
"What are you talking about? Is he rich?" Stephanie asked, looking at her mom, completely perplexed.John's face instantly turned rosy as he feared his secret would be revealed. He wondered how Modelisa managed to find out."Yes, he's not as poor as he appears. He's actually very wealthy," Modelisa insisted, her eyes fixed on John. "Or am I mistaken, John Beckham?" she added, shrugging and giving John a stern stare."I'm in trouble," John thought to himself as Modelisa insisted he was rich. Stephanie and Jeffrey narrowed their eyes and raised their eyebrows, looking at John suspiciously."I don't know what you're talking about. I think there's a misunderstanding. I don't know anything about what you're saying. I can't be rich and here begging for a job," John finally spoke after taking a deep breath. He made sure to maintain his composure so Stephanie and Jeffrey wouldn't realise he was scared and tense from lying to them.The tension between them escalated by the minute. John was afr