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MICHAEL WEST'S JOURNEY FROM TORMENT TO TRIUMPH BEAUMONT'S NOBILITY
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 sat a tableware- 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 A STRANGE INVESTOR
‘Why haven’t you introduced me to Michael yet? I have been asking you this for the past hour and you don’t want to respond.’ the hit man asked Liam. They were at the Riviera hotel where they went to scout Michael. The man was not having it with Liam after sitting there for about one hour. Liam had just put down his phone after making a call to a friend to ask about Michael. Then he took a sip of his drink and responded.‘I have asked the hotel workers and they said they haven’t seen him for days now. it seems Michael is not in town.’‘Or it seems your chicken heart could not bear to do what needs to be done. So, you had to warn him.’‘What do you mean by that?’‘It is clear what I mean? What are you going to do?’‘Liam raised his hand to hit the man but he ran quickly, went to Liam’s side and pressed the barrel of his gun to Liam’s hip, and then he said.‘If you do anything funny, I will bury a bullet in your hip bone and you will never walk for the rest of your life. So sit down an
MICHAEL WEST'S JOURNEY FROM TORMENT TO TRIUMPH THE RECONCILIATION
Samuel Pearson didn’t want his name to be known. As someone who inherited considerable wealth from his family and has direct links to the great royal families of Europe, he strives to have his money and not rely on family. To him, relying on any family ties or connections is an insult to a person’s intelligence, because everyone is born intelligent, and what is the use of intelligence if it is not used.Samuel was really interested in donaldation because of Michael West. He had saved Michael from being killed by Liam and the Roberts family when they sought to take his life as revenge for their misfortunes, thinking that Michael had anything to do with it. The night the ship capsized on the Atlantic Ocean, it was all over the news and he was on a flight to Copenhagen to attend a business conference and visit his sister who was married to the archduke. He got on the phone with his secretary who was in Beaumont.‘I want you to look into Michael West and his connection with the Roberts fa
MICHAEL WEST'S JOURNEY FROM TORMENT TO TRIUMPH AN UNEXPECTED TURN OF EVENTS
‘Why have you put me in suspense? I have called and texted and called at your house, but to no avail.’ Michael said.He held Isabella on the arm, unwilling to let go but careful not to infuriate her. Isabella had gone to the Riviera in hopes of running into Solomon, her first boyfriend. ‘I have always been with my phone. When did you call?’‘You have been with your phone Isabella. Why are you avoiding me? The prostitute and I are not a thing, please believe me.’Isabella kept quiet and looked at him. It was clear she had not believed what he just told her.‘Please say something Isabella. Please talk to me. You can join me in my lounge. We can talk. You can shout at me, tell me whatever is on your mind but don’t be quiet, please.’Isabella looked around, hoping to see Solomon and extricate herself from Michael’s clutch. She didn’t want to call Solomon’s number for fear of appearing cheap and passing the wrong message. They had stopped talking since she left university in the United K
MICHAEL WEST'S JOURNEY FROM TORMENT TO TRIUMPH ISABELLA IS PREGNANT
“Do you mean she never told you?” Dr. Kyle wore the question on his face.Michael shook his head, slowly. He was still shocked at what she had just heard. The doctor pulled him aside and indicated for them to take a walk along a lonely corridor.“Isabella is pregnant for you’ he said, ‘that is partly why she fell down. We are worried about the injury on her head. Her brain was not affected but we shall not know the extent of the wound until a few weeks from now.”“She never told me about the pregnancy. Is she going to be alright?”“I am afraid, I cannot answer that now. However, we are keeping her under close observation and will release her when we think she is fit to go home. In the meantime, please don’t bring her any distressing news now. She might not be in the right state to take any. Try to spend as much time as you can with her.”“Okay. Thank you, doctor.”The doctor’s face was grim when he nodded in acknowledgment and walked away.Michael walked back to the wards and after as
MICHAEL WEST'S JOURNEY FROM TORMENT TO TRIUMPH CIGARETTE
As their lips met in a scorching lip lock formerly more, the world sounded to fall down until there was nothing left but the binary jiffs pounding between them. Michael and Isabella cleaved to each other amid the ambrosial blossoms, bodies intertwined, souls incorporated into one transcendent substance. He was drowning in the intoxicating wispiness of her mouth, the delicate floral scent of her silken permanents. Each part of her nimble fritters against the tense aero planes of his reverse seared through the thin fabric of his shirt, imprinting him with her possession. This was madness, he knew- losing himself so fully in her beguiling snares. Yet Michael set up he did not retain an ounce of restraint to repel Isabella's hot rush. Not when her very actuality awakened solicitations so primitive, so each- consuming that he felt trolled of every history hurt, every moping shred of bitterness. In Isabella's giddy grasp, he was revived. Remade into commodity satiny, sharper, more magnifi
MICHAEL WEST'S JOURNEY FROM TORMENT TO TRIUMPH MICHAEL WEST
Mr. Donald looked tired, more tired than the last time Michael saw him. His breathing was laboured but when he turned and saw me, he smiled.‘How are you dad?’Michael calls him dad now. Mr. Donald turned from his position and faced Michael, then answered.‘I feel okay but the doctors say I have to be tied to these things for the time being.’He loved the man now more than before, more because of his fortitude in bearing the pain of the chemotherapy drugs. The doctors decided to start the treatment immediately, saying it might give him a better fighting chance. The old man hasn’t told me his diagnosis yet. When Michael asked him why he wasn’t going home soon, he called it a small complication. ‘How are you my boy?’ he asked. Wrinkles etched on every corner of his face. I don’t know if it is because of the pain from the medication or old age.‘I am a good papa. I have good news.’‘Really? Tell me about it.’‘I am getting married next Saturday.’‘Well, that is great news. Who is the lu
MICHAEL WEST'S JOURNEY FROM TORMENT TO TRIUMPH A STRONG ULTIMATUM
It was the middle of the week and Michael was staying long hours at work, trying to get a solution to the economic crisis in his company. Many of the workers have resigned and many shareholders are selling their shares, lowering the market value of the king's donaldation in the stock exchange market. Many economic analysts and journalists have predicted that things will go worse for donaldation if nothing drastic is done about it. Michael was reading the newspaper of the day in his office when Cynthia, his assistant, knocked on the door and asked to see him.‘Come on Cynthia.’ Cynthia walked briskly to the desk. She was smart as usual with the same professional outlook she had had since the first of their working together. Michael asked. ‘I thought it was past working hours. Why haven’t you gone home?’‘I was putting together the reports sent by the various team leaders and managers of donaldation for you.’‘Okay. But you can do that tomorrow. You should go home to your family.’‘I w
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