Michael nods approvingly. The waiter arrives with glasses and a bottle of drink, and after placing them on the table, proceeds to pour it in glasses. They didn’t say anything to themselves till the waiter left. It was Michael who broke the silence.‘Where do you stay now?’ he picks up his glass, hands it to Isabella and he takes the second.‘I am sorry I won’t tell yet, till I find out who it is that came to rob me.’Michael nods and says, ‘I understand.’Isabella nods too and asks. ‘What have you been up to? Any new business deals?‘Baby, why haven’t you been picking my calls? Is she the reason for the distraction?’ Michael froze as he saw the prostitute stroll into the lounge and threw herself between Isabella and him. The prostitute stroked his chin, totally ignoring Isabella.‘Baby has missed you, though it is healthy and strong.’ The prostitute continues, rubbing the curvature of the emerging bulge that was her stomach, with one hand while still rubbing Michael’s chin.Isabella
Michael was confident that, with Diana Roberts in custody, his revenge scheme would succeed in bringing about the ultimate humiliation of the Roberts family. Even so, Grandpa Robert made him push it aside because he knew he could always reach out and take care of the elderly man if the need arose. He was the only member of the family to treat him with dignity, and he frequently referred to him as the son he wished he had.Even with Diana in prison, Michael wasn’t satisfied. He wanted more; he wanted to bring the Robert family name to ruin so that they would know not to treat people like shit or as stepping stones to success. He decided to hire a detective, Nicholas Romo. He came highly recommended by Cynthia, whom he had confided in. She had said he was the best at what he does and he doesn’t leave any fingerprints or mark that he was in a place. So he arranged to meet Nicholas in a dingy bar, on the outskirts of Beaumont city. Despite its look on the outside, the bar was filled to th
News broke in the town the following morning. It was about Roberts. Diana had escaped from police detention. Everyone was talking about it on the television, radio, social media and even the blogs. Diana had escaped from the facility where she was held pending when her case would be moved to court for legal proceedings. The night before, a police officer had gone to her cell to give her some food and beddings. She had overpowered the officer and ran out of the cell. Then making her way to the laundry rooms, Diana found an open window and climbed out. People were advised to relay any information they had about Roberts or Diana to the nearest police station. When the police arrived at the Roberts family mansion to find Diana, they didn’t find anyone at home. And seeing that there was a possibility that Diana and her children had left town, they put out an announcement to the public in the hope of finding them.Michael was in his office waiting for Abraham and to hear from Luke his Henc
‘Why is Michael still alive?’ Roberts Snr asked Steven roberts. They were outside on the corridor of the floor where the governor’s ball was held. There was nobody close by and it was not breezy that night.‘It wasn't my job to handle that part. Was it?’ Steven Roberts replied. His eyes were fixed somewhere else other than his uncle. ‘I ask again, why is Michael Solomon still alive?’Steven Roberts didn’t answer. He squeezed his face and looked elsewhere.‘I see you have grown some balls. I haven’t heard from you or my spy in weeks and I show and you have no explanation for me. That is fine. I see that you want to run this family to the ground. That is fine. But I can tell you categorically that, I would sooner have you kicked out of our family than have you ruin all the hard work we have done so far.’‘I haven’t ruined anything. You made the arrangements to have someone come over and kill Michael. And you didn’t think to inform me.’‘Do have to inform you about doing anything for my
Michael tapped his feet repeatedly on the tiled floor as he sat impatiently in the CEO's office of Robert and co. He had been sitting there for hours after receiving a message from his wife's secretary to come in and see her. The cup of coffee sitting in his hand let out its final smoke that swirled into the air till it disappeared as he looked at the wristwatch on his hand to check the time for the twelfth time.The door finally pushed open and a young lady with curly blonde hair that bounced behind her as she swayed her hips walked in. A fitted blue mini suit skirt clung onto her body and a suit shirt to match fitted her perfectly. Michael let out a sigh as the word "finally" left his mouth. "Mr West, please come over to the table." She said nonchalantly. Michael frowned, she didn't even apologize for keeping him waiting for so long, heck she didn't even act like she acknowledged his presence. "I've been waiting here for hours, what took you so long?" "Me? Of course I had bette
Michael felt like his heart was being weighed down by a heavy anvil as he left the building of Robert and co. He knew his marriage was over but he still found it hard to believe. Just like that? Had she never even loved him once? And all of those words she said to him, did she mean any of it?He always loved his wife, whatever assistant she needed, he was willing to do it for. His wife, being the one that worked, Michael decided to be more helpful around the house. He'd make dinner before she got home from work and made sure she always had clean laundry.Never for once did he complain about living like that. In fact, he loved it! As long as his wife was by his side. He didn't even realize that someone had been calling out to him until the man tapped his shoulder. "Mr West!" The man exclaimed one last time. "Huh?" Michael woke up from his thoughts at the touch of the man. "Mr Brian, what are you doing here?" He asked when he finally acknowledged the man. Mr Thom Brian was the CEO o
Silence and a smooth ride down the road was enough to clear Michael's head and put him to sleep. Plus, the tiredness from staying awake all night to tend to his wife's laundry and other chores. A sudden vibration in his pocket yanked him out of dreamland and he sourced it out. It had been his phone ringing. An empty look took over his face as he stared at the name on the screen. My forever half. He ought to change it or probably delete her number even. "Hello?" He spoke calmly into the phone. "I can't believe how low you would go just to get back at me." Clara said icily. "Why would you do that to me?" She questioned angrily. "I don't understand what you're talking about." She gritted her teeth as anger boiled her blood like a pot of soup on a hot stove, causing it to bubble. "Are you with Mr Brian right now?" She managed the words as calmly as she could which was far from calm."I am." Her scoff sounded in his ear. "You really let me down, for a man who talked on about how he
Michael took a step forward towards Isabella's bed and placed a hand on her forehead. Then he lifted his hand and placed it on her throat. "Hmm, it's hard for you to breathe isn't it?" She nodded her head."Can you swallow for me?" He asked with an arched brow. She tried to swallow her own saliva but choked. Her eyes fell shut for a second as the pain stung her."Inflammatory." He muttered to himself with a concerned look in his eyes. He turned to look at her father who stood worriedly a few feet away from him. "Her throat has been inflamed so she has a severe sore throat. All these side effects are ones you must have noted yourself while you take the tea." His eyes trailed back to Isabella."Nonsense!" Mia barked. She shoved Michael with all her might, sending him stumbling backwards. "This man is a con! If she's sick because of the tea then why am I as healthy as I am when I drink it too , even in larger quantities than she does?!" She growled at him. "You have a stronger immune