Cade was woken up by the loud ringing of his phone. He disentangled from cuddling with his sweetheart, Raegan. He wondered who was calling him at this early hour. It was only just a few minutes past five in the morning. Usually, if he was going to work, he would be up by the time, but it was the weekend and the purpose of coming here with Raegan was for them to rest and sleep in. He picked up the phone and saw that it was his security staff who was calling him at such a time. He picked up. "Good morning," his deep morning voice vibrated through the phone. "Morning, sir. I'm so sorry to have disturbed your rest, but there is something here I need you to come see." The man recited as fast as he could into the phone, not wanting to waste Cade's time. Something so urgent by this time must really be urgent, Cade thought to himself. "Okay, I'm coming," he said to his staff and put off the call. As he put on his pajamas that he had taken off the previous night, he wondered what the urgen
"Will you speak now?" Cade asked as he saw the man shaking from the fear of being tortured."I will," the man said reluctantly, even though he was visibly shaking. Cade's security staff watched with satisfaction from seeing the initially hardened man shaking like a leaf falling from a tree. "Good. Who sent you?" The man hesitated despite his initial acquiescence. "I said who sent you?" Cade bellowed again. "Mr Alex Milton." Cade was surprised. Then he mentally berated himself for being surprised at all. He should have been expecting this. But it had been months since Alex gave him any trouble, so he sort of forgot about the malicious intentions Alex had in mind. To him, Alex was so insignificant that he never felt threatened by the boy and his mother. It seems the two of them wanted him to remember them again and come after them. Instead of them being grateful that he had forgotten about them and live their lives in peace, they were trying to stir up trouble."Alex sent you here?
As Cade's security staff swiftly brought out his phone to call the police to apprehend the intruder, Cade, his mind ablaze with a mix of anger and determination, went into the house. Alex's cup was full now. The thought of the confessions, from the intruder, starting from the break-in to the shocking confessions implicating Alex and Cassandra, fueled a burning need for action that needed not to be delayed, in Cade's heart. Inside the confines of his house, Cade paced with a sense of urgency. He did not need to walk as fast as he did, but his anger ran deep, and he thought that the gravity of the situation demanded decisive action. He went up to his room to change up. First, he reached for his phone again, to contact his trusted ally, Gale, to get a rundown of the activities of the company for that day, and his legal advisors to formulate a plan. The evidence against Alex and Cassandra that he had gathered so far, he decided, were enough to send them to their place of judgement. As he
Cade smiled and nodded curtly, indicating his thankful response. The smile on his face fell as he made his way to Alex's penthouse, a sleek residence that symbolised luxury and privilege, only that it was misused luxury and privilege. The residents of the penthouse didn’t deserve his smile. They had gone too far this time and he wouldn’t condone them crossing the line severally. As he approached the penthouse door, a surge of adrenaline coursed through Cade's veins, and he calmed down immediately. He was here just to speak, not to cause any form of trouble, he needed to see if he could get more information from Cassandra that would make it easier to send them both to prison. He raised his hand to knock, but the door swung open before his knuckles could make contact with the shiny mahogany wood door. Standing before him was Cassandra, smiling at him as though she had been expecting his arrival. She must be trying too hard to conceal her surprise, Cade was supposed to be dead now b
The dawn painted the sky with hues of gold as Alex, fueled by a seething rage, arrived at his father Mackenzie's house. The gates creaked open, granting passage to a place that held memories of betrayal and abandonment. The air thickened with tension as Alex stepped onto the lavish grounds, his footsteps echoing in the silence of the early morning. He had only one thing in mind – to end the pathetic life of Mackenzie Milton. Mackenzie had gotten fed up of Alex and his mother Cassandra's tantrums, had disowned Alex some months ago, severing the familial ties that bound them. His reason for disowning Alex, though made rashly, was not one that Mackenzie had come to regret. In fact, he was happy that he had done it at that moment. Entering the mansion, memories of his childhood augmented by getting all he wanted washed over him. Until some months ago, he could get anything he wanted as long as he mentioned that he was the second son of Mackenzie Milton. He had always flaunted the thing
Alex did not bother driving back to his penthouse. There was a small motel he knew that they could go hiding till they found a way to leave the country, or were sure that Cade would not come looking for them. As he drove, confusion sat in his mother's face. "Where are we headed?" She asked, not understanding the directions that Alex was taking. "A hiding place, mom," Alex said, not hiding his impatience at his mother's annoying question. Cassandra knew not to ask another question, and just kept quiet and let her son do his thing. In that bright morning, Alex and Cassandra dashed through the not so familiar outskirts of town, Alex driving as fast as he could, as though Cade was coming after him right then. The thought of Cade catching up with them spurred him to drive faster, adrenaline coursing through his veins. Finally, they came upon the small, weather-beaten motel nestled at the edge of civilization – it looked nothing like where the classy mother and son would run for refuge,
"You are not the only one who knows how to siphon their benefactor." She winked. Alex was impressed. "Good thing we milked the life out of that man before he came to his senses. It’s not like he ever cared about us anyway, to him we were just a nuisance. He keeps trying to blame us for leaving his first family behind like you forced him to sleep with you when he was married. How pathetic." Alex chuckled. "Language," Cassandra eyed him, "he is still your father." Alex rolled his eyes. "He disowned me, remember? And he kicked you out. As far as I’m concerned, he is nothing to me the same as I am nothing to him." Cassandra continued. "The apartment is in this same city, only very hidden in an almost underdeveloped area. We could drive down there in four hours if the road is free, but if there’s traffic, five to six hours." "Okay. Let us go in the evening, then. We’ll get there at night and make sure we are not followed." He said to her. "Yeah. But Alex..." "Yes, mom?" "You know
The mother and son knew that it would be a bad idea to carry out their evil plot in broad daylight, so they planned to strike at night. But their last plot was also during the night and it also failed so they knew that they had to be more careful. The only other problem they had was figuring out what time to capture Raegan, and if at all she was going to be out around the water park that night. They had sent someone to watch over her for some days and figure out if she had a routine she followed so they would be able to predict her location and ascertain the best place to strike. They noticed that there was a place she actually liked to frequent, a water park for kids that was built by her family for some of the orphanages in the area. Raegan was a philanthropist at heart and loved to give back to society, especially to children. And Cade was more than happy to support her in all she did. They decided to attack on one of the nights they knew she would be there. Alex called one of his