Cage could feel his gut churn as he waited for the detective to say it. He heard the man take a long sigh, as if preparing to drop the most unbelievable news he had ever heard and that made him even more impatient. "Are you not going to say anything?" He asked, hearing the line crack. He could feel his heart pounding yet again, eager to hear the latest development in the ongoing investigation. He was happy, at least, to hear that they had struck some luck. Before now, they hadn't been able to do anything other than hitting and missing. They had been trying to get somewhere but they kept failing. At last, they had some good news. "You won't believe it." The voice of the detective crackled through the line. "But I think the whole thing was being sponsored by your wife's grandfather. He is the one who had been after you indirectly, all this while." Cage's stomach churned with apprehension. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had never imagined ghT his own grandfather would ev
They both waited and after a little while, the doctor returned to the room. He had suggested she stayed till the next morning but Cage already wanted to leave and go back home with her. It was shocking to say the least, that they hadn't gone back to their house since their wedding. The doctor was left with no other option than to acquiesce to their request since letting her leave wouldn't be too bad. Getting home he opened the door for her and lifted her. She giggled happily as she was being carried inside but she wasn't feeling too well and was asked to be put down. "Can you put me down, I felt nauseous." She said to him before he hesitatingly agreed. He had wanted her not to stress herself until she was fully recovered. "Are you sure you can walk right now?" He asked her. She chuckled, surprised by the question. "You sound like I fractured my feet. I'm good!" She said. He smiled and watched her carefully as she began to walk towards thr entrance, and just as she had told him, s
Cage was filled with trepidation as he walked into the building. He was unsure of what to find out about his grandfather's involvement in the evil plot against him. He wondered if the detective really had very concrete evidence against him or if it was just a pointer. If it was the former then that would be very shocking, indeed more shocking than he had felt the first time he was told about it. The officers greeted him as he walked in with a smile on his face, trying to keep out the trepidation he had his heart hammering. He was met by the detective outside. The detective's face lit the moment he saw Cage. "Hey, Cage," the detective greeted him, gesturing for him to follow him. "Thanks for coming in." He nodded, as he felt his heart beat even faster. "I need to know the truth." His voice was trembling with emotion. "Whatever it is, I can handle it." The detective smiled again before he walked Cage into the small interrogation room. He recognised it instantly. It was the same room
When Cage walked into the reliving room that evening, he felt utterly empty because he had no idea if she was going to ask him what they had discussed over there and if he would be forced to tell her everything that had just happened. He also remembered that he had forgotten to ask the detective which other member of the family was involved in the whole scheme. He hoped he would find out soon enough, after Grandpa Richland had been apprehended and taken care of. He still found it very hard to believe the old man would ever have any hand in the problems he was facing. It was just unbelievable, utterly disturbing but there was nothing he could change about it. It had happened, and everyone who took part would surely suffer the consequences of their evil acts. He had already devised a plan on how they would be able to catch the old man and expose him in front of everyone before taking him to the cell to face the law after that. But as much as he was angry that the man was involved, he
"You look like it's very, very bad." She sighed, dissipating the tension that had been building up since. He shook his head slightly and nodded back at her. She nodded and allowed him to get himself back before he spoke again. He was still unsure of how to broach the topic delicately but at the end, he decided to just do it and not think about how it could feel, even though that was important. "I... I think the person involved is Grandpa Richland. Yes, he's the one involved in the attempts on our lives." He finally confessed and laid back on his seat. She gave him a very confused look. It wasn't the shock he was expecting. She scoffed incredulously as if she found it funny. "What?" She asked, and there was pure disbelief in the tone of her voice. "There is no way you're seriously saying that." She told him, shaking her head before asking. "Do you have any idea what you just said?" She asked again. Cage nodded, knowing it would come to this. Now he had to take care of it himself.
Later that evening, he tucked Chloe into bed, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead as he whispered a soft goodnight and turned off the lights. He waited until he suspected she had fallen asleep before he gently moved away from her to think.He was happy that he had made her feel better, to say the least. Yes, she was still worried about this new discovery but telling her that someone else might be behind the whole thing had calmed her down."What are you thinking about?" He was startled when he heard her voice behind her. But he calmed himself and turned back towards her with a smile."I'm equally worried, Chloe." He said tersely before staring away into the distance. She curled up beside him and straightened herself beside him before taking his hand and staring in his eyes."Now, you're getting me really nervous. It feels like you're still hiding something from me. Is there anything you aren't telling me?" She asked him, but he shook his head immediately in response."You know I wo
The next morning, Cage got a call from Grandpa Richland to inform him that the date for Rochelle's trial was today and would be happy if he went on to represent the family because he wouldn't be going. There was a tinge of disappointment in his voice as he spoke about Rochelle, which wasn't surprising at all. There was no way he would have sounded happy talking about someone who wanted to kill her only sister and her husband. But despite that, Cage knew was still pretending to have no hand in it, but he knew the old man would be apprehended soon. He thanked Grandpa Richland and ended the call, letting him know that he will check his schedule and see if he can meet up. As soon as he ended the call, he knew he had to let Chloe know. She was still on the bed when he entered. Her eyes were wide open but it seemed she didn't want to get out of bed yet. "Hey." Cage called out softly before he sat beside her on the bed. He knew it would be a difficult day for the family, but he hoped for
Despite her dishevelled appearance, he could still see that she still looked defiant and somewhat enraged because of what was about to happen. It showed just how much she wasn't going to let things go yet. Her heart was still burning with anger and hatred for what had been done to her family and her. Well, Cage thought, none of that would have happened if they had decided to keep to themselves and not try to revenge unnecessarily. They got what they deserved and Cage didn't pity her but at this point. He remembered what Chloe said about her still hating them, and seeing the look on her face right now, he knew it was probably true. How could someone be so vengeful and angry for that long? He wondered, suspecting that something was really wrong with her, mentally. But that wasn't his problem, his intent was making sure she got what she deserved and it wouldn't be too long before that happened. But despite the defiance in her eyes, it was clear that the whole thing had taken a toll o
Trevor couldn't believe that this was happening. He'd gotten off the call with hopes that Cage wouldn't do anything, but when he had gotten off the phone with Cage, he couldn't believe it. It was still very hard to assimilate the words he had heard. They were devastating, utterly devastating. The threat and the calmness in his voice, he was still finding it very hard to believe a single word of it. "It's a fucking bluff," he said under his breath as he kept pacing the entire room. There was a lot more to this. "There is no way he's going to be able to freeze my accounts. That's not going to happen without a court order." So far he had been able to stay under the radar because of the palms he had to grease. It had saved him a lot and hearing what was about to happen meant a lot of things. It meant there was no way he could report to the authorities because they would find out what he had been doing and there wouldn't be a way to cover up the skeleton he'd been hiding in his cupboard
Cage stood outside his house, pacing back and forth like a caged beast. He had been very worried, ever since he got the call from the agents some minutes before now. He trusted their abilities, but hearing that Chloe had been rescued was everything he could ask for. He couldn't wait to see her come back to him again. As soon as this was done, the Gedan Family would be shooting themselves in the foot. They had made a very big mistake the moment they decided to take her away from him so they could manipulate him into giving her up. He was going to make sure they suffered and got what they deserved. There was no mercy here. The silence was heavy where he stood and it was only broken by the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze. He couldn't shake the images of Chloe's terrified face haunting his mind. He continued to stand there, patiently waiting. It wasn't long before he heard the sound of an approaching car. It pulled him from his thoughts as he walked to the direction. A black S
The night was dark and silent and the moon cast an eerie glow over the old warehouse. It was the perfect time to attack and that was why they had chosen this time to do it. The two couldn't wait to finish what was started not long before now. Chloe sat on a cold, hard chair. Her hands were tied and her heart was pounding furiously in her chest. She hadn't hadn't gotten a blink of sleep since she was apprehended because of how scared she was. She had never been more scared than she was at the moment. Be thoughts were filled with worry for her un or child and for Cage. She knew he would come for her, but she had no idea how or when. She only wanted to hope and kept looking out that he would come for her one day. She knew he would but normally he should have already come for her, but he hadn't yet. And that worried her so much. That was the moment the sound of gunfire suddenly erupted outside the warehouse. Her heart skipped a beat as her fear intensified immediately. She didn't know w
That night was the longest night in his life. While the rest had gone to sleep, he stayed awake, restless and shaken. Even with the thought that she was not hurt at the moment, he couldn't risk the dread that had already engulfed him. Nothing made sense to him him anymore. He just wanted to see her safe and he knew he was going to pull off something extra to get this done. He was back home and no longer at his office now, but the Gedan family was still out here, and they had to be stopped. That was if the abductors weren't just trying to implicate them as the real suspects when they weren't. Cage was so angry and wondered how they had been unable to see that something like this could happen. Well, he didn't blame himself. There were no leads, no suspicious events that had led up to the kidnapping. It just happened out of nowhere, sending him crashing back into the world of hurt and pain and worries that he thought he would gone past now. He had to stop them and that was what he was a
"What happened?" He asked, the concern in his voice was as silent as a summer afternoon. Cage took a deep breath and answered. "Chloe has been kidnapped. And they want me to sign all my properties over to the Gedans Family in exchange for her release. I never saw anything of this sort coming but it looks like they have been planning it all along for a long time. I won't be surprised if I find out that they are connected to the problems we have been facing lately, especially with Marcia. They could be the ones who told her to do what she did and now that their plans won't work, they opted immediately to abduct my wife. Those bastards, once I have my hands on them I'm going to make sure they regret whatever they are doing right now." Cage said, growling and punching the table with his clenched fist. A day ago he was happy that he had been able to curtail the situation but right now, everything had just gotten worse and probably gone back to square one. There was a big silence, after
Cage sprinted back to his car as soon as he began to understand what was going on. He drove back home as fast as he could with his thoughts racing madly. He didn't know what to believe or think about. The fact that she had left an hour ago made him so worried and no matter how he tried to push the dangerous possibilities off and tell himself that she was OK, he couldn't. He knew that something was very wrong when he arrived home and rushed inside, calling out her name with a very panic-filled voice. "Chloe! Chloe!, are you here?" The house was eerily silent and he went to check the cameras after that. He found out that nobody had been there the whole time he was away. He had a very bad feeling in his gut at this point as he wondered what could have happened to her and where she might be at this point. Just for good measure, he checked every room, every corner, but there was no sign of her. The panic set in as he realised she was truly missing. He decided to wait, hoping she would wa
Cage felt so relieved and carefree as he drove down the familiar route to Chloe's family home. He was very happy because the problem had been solved at least and he just had to find out the main person behind the fake rumours. That wasn't a pain in the ass since whoever it was would be kept at bay as soon as he knew that he was wanted and a lot of people were looking for him. He had made a mental note earlier to call Dave to know if he'd found anything about the voice of the man who had spoken with Marcia over the phone. He was snapped out of his thoughts when someone honked at me from behind. He matched the accelerator and the car began to race down the tarmac. The later afternoon sun had already cast shadows on the earth but he barely noticed. He couldn't wait to get to the house and finally meet her. He was worried about what their conversation was going to sound like. He wondered if it would be awkward or emotional, considering what had happened between them before now. He remin
Cage didn't still safe despite the measures that had already been taken to bring down the allegations. He knew that something was still out there, searching and waiting for him to slip so they could strike. And he knew that he had to make sure that he didn't. The next day, he decided to call his lawyer again. He had decided that there was no need to rest anymore until he had gotten the whole problem sorted out. He felt uneasy when he picked up the phone and called his lawyer, Mark. The feeling was there with him, and it refused to leave him no matter how much he tried to. "Mark, I need to talk to you." He said, sounding tense even though he was trying everything possible not to sound that way. Yes, they had taken care of Marcia and her lies but that wasn't just working for him. It wasn't enough motivation because what faced them was bigger than Marcia, and even more deadly. He still remembered the attack of the assassins who had been sent to end his life. The thought made his gut
Two days later, Cage was in his house, particularly sitting at his desk in his study. The last few days had been a whirlwind of confusion and anxiety. The cops were still outside the estate where he was leaving, so he hadn't been able to leave the house since then, until he had been proven to be innocent. It was a very tiresome time for him and he couldn't wait to be done with it. That was the moment that his phone suddenly rang. He thought it was from his assistant or Mark but when he peered into the phone it was a strange number. It was strange because he didn't know who it was and because the caller ID was only composed of very short numbers that nobody in the state used. It almost looked foreign, and he prayed that it was the government house so he could be done with this. But on a second thought, he wondered what it would be if it wasn't really the government house but instead the perpetrator. His heart pounded as he picked up the phone. "Hello, this is Cage. " He said, doing e