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MICHAEL WEST'S JOURNEY FROM TORMENT TO TRIUMPH A PLEA FOR MERCY
The sun had risen when Clara woke up. She felt a headache and wondered how it had come. Then she remembered last night and smiled. She had partied hard but she didn’t drink that much, so she wondered why the headache came. Then she looked around; at first nothing was amiss. Then it hit her like a ton of bricks. There was no sign of Simon anywhere. Where was he? Has he gone to get them breakfast, she wondered. He had been the perfect gentleman last night, anticipating her every need and surpassing them; last night was the best night of sex she has had in a long time. Both of them anticipated the other's sexual needs and performed, if not surpassed it. Their bodies rhymed with raw passion; she felt alive.The door burst open suddenly and three police officers walked.‘Get up from the bed madam. You are under arrest.’ They said,Both Michael and Liam rushed to the bed where Clara was lying. The nurse walked over to them too. She was displeased that both men were there in the room and won
MICHAEL WEST'S JOURNEY FROM TORMENT TO TRIUMPH A WISH
For the first time since his ill- fated marriage to Clara, Michael allowed himself to contemplate the possibility of love again. Not the poisonous, codependent variety he'd endured for times but commodity pure, passionate, erected on a bedrock of collective respect and admiration. As if his studies had summoned her, Isabella appeared in the doorway, radiant in a simple white sheath that hugged her lithe figure. Michael felt his breath catch in his throat as he took in her ethereal beauty. " There you are," she said with a warm smile." I was hoping we could go for a perambulation through the auditoriums . Unless you are too busy?" Michael snappily set aside the ancient book he'd been studying, eager to soak up every spare moment with this inconceivable woman. " Not at each," he assured her, crossing the room to offer his arm in an unmanly gesture.“Lead the way, my lady." Isabella felt a shiver of delight chime through her at the stately endearment. With a coy smile, she accepted his p
MICHAEL WEST'S JOURNEY FROM TORMENT TO TRIUMPH MICHAEL
Even Liam no longer picked Clara’s calls. Clara had hoped that he would help her like he did the last time. Instead he left town and stopped picking up her calls. Even Steven left town too, taking a lot of valuables from the house and a large amount of money from the bank. Clara was left alone. Burdened by the shame and disgrace of the suit against her mother, Clara decided to reach out to Michael to help. Michael refused to see her but after a lot of begging, decide to meet with her. They agreed to meet in a quiet park in the middle of the night to keep away from prying eyes.On his way there, his mind flashed back to the day of the divorce. Everything came to him as if he were in that scent that day. The pain came back tooHis mind came to the present. Perhaps, there was still a chance for redemption for both of them or not; but the only thing he knows for sure is that he will get his revenge from the Robert family. News broke the town the following morning. It was about the Rober
MICHAEL WEST'S JOURNEY FROM TORMENT TO TRIUMPH AN EMERGING MONSTER FROM THE PAST
Michael didn’t say anything. It pained him to Clara this way. He had loved her genuinely and she knew so. He had loved her dearly, and had been devoted to her. even when she treated him like trash, he had been there. Then blinded by greed, she had divorced and forced him out of her life and her family. Her mother never liked it and it was the same woman that she was asking for help to set free? How can he do that?Michael rushed in and donned a green shirt. He wanted to leave a good impression. Isabella was watching something on CNN. The speakers were talking about the inflation rate on the prices of goods and services in the market.Michael returned to the living room. He and Isabella discussed the cost of living crises and what the government should do. Isabella thought to herself, ‘so he heals and is intelligent too. What a good combination.’ She likes his use of words and the way he lays out his point carefully. ‘Let us stop now. Enough of politics and talk. Let us go and have so
MICHAEL WEST'S JOURNEY FROM TORMENT TO TRIUMPH A TASTE OF BLISS
The following evening, Clara stood before the assessing wrought- iron gates of the Donald estate, steeling herself for the battle ahead. She cut an intimidating figure in her satiny burgundy dress and towering stilettos, every inch the power player ready to claim her due place among Beaumont's nobility. Liam cast her a reassuring regard as the gates swung open, granting them entry to the strictly manicured grounds." Just flash back what we bandied. Stay confident, do not let Donald rattle you." Clara gave a curt nod. She did not need his advice- she had been preparing for this moment her entire life. The woman of a fat businessman, prepped from birth to navigate Beaumont's savage social waters with cunning and grace. They were steered into a cavernous study, the walls lined with bottom- to- ceiling bookshelves and priceless vestiges. Behind an assessing mahogany office table sat a white haired man with cold, setting eyes. Jonathan Donald in the meat. "Ms.Robert," he said by way of g
MICHAEL WEST'S JOURNEY FROM TORMENT TO TRIUMPH STORM CLOUDS
After the arrest of Diana, the Roberts enterprise took a hard blow. Clara decided to meet Michael again. Her mother and brother were not around to help her and she was all alone. The company’s creditors were on her neck and she didn’t have anyone to turn to. Clara reached out to Michael several times. At long last, he agreed to meet her again.‘Michael, why have you done this to us? Was it all to hurt us? Didn’t we leave on amicable terms? ’Michael looked at her. it was clear that she had not learnt her lesson. She still didn’t realize that she had done him wrong.‘Have you forgotten how you and you family treated me? Have you forgotten how you treated me as a husband and after all the love I showered on you, you treated me like garbage? If you don’t remember, that is alright, but this is the consequence of your actions and I’m not sorry that you are facing it alone.’The tears swelled in her eyes as she responded. ‘I didn’t want any of this. I thought I was reaching for happiness. I
MICHAEL WEST'S JOURNEY FROM TORMENT TO TRIUMPH THE NIGHT ASSEMBLE
The officer in charge walked briskly along the corridor. Liam and Steven followed behind staunchly, confident in their steps. The officer knocked on a door. A voice responded from inside.‘Come in.’The officer opened the door and stepped aside for the two men to step inside. Then he stepped outside and closed the door. The office was sparse, except for a few standing cabinets and picture frames on the wall; one was for the president of the country and the other was of the mayor of Beaumont city. There were other picture frames that showed the commissioner receiving awards. The commissioner’s desk stood on the far end on the other side of the room, directly opposite the door. ‘Mr Liam. Good to see you again.’ The man behind the desk stood up and walked over to where Steven and Liam stood. ‘Ah commissioner, it has been a while since we have spoken or seen.’ Liam responded.‘Ah yes.’ The commissioner said. ‘To what do I owe this honour?’‘I am here with an old friend concerning a matt
MICHAEL WEST'S JOURNEY FROM TORMENT TO TRIUMPH CONFRONTATIONS
Indeed now, times after the dissolution of that disastrous union, Clara's influence and instructed beliefs about joker/ womanish relations still visited his subconscious. Dragging his wandering mind back to the present, Michael eventually managed to meet Isabella's steady, unembarrassed regard. Her eyes were still spangling with the foreshocks of the important desire he'd roused within her- a heady, molten look that Sweet heaven, what kind of potent witchery did this woman apply over his senses? Her bare presence burned Jones so visceral, so each- consuming, that Michael's hard- won conditions began to fray at the delicate seams. Isabella was the spark hanging to sacrifice his iron discipline into cinders of flirter desire. t banged the smoulderingThe conference room was tensed up. Isabella sat directly opposite Clara while Diana sat at an angle between them. Together, they formed a triangle. The table between them was white in colour and had a recorder on it. ‘Why are you doing thi
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