Wraith turned his attention to Anasta, Vritt's wife, who was sitting in the corner, her shoulders shaking with quiet sobs. He approached her, his expression softening. "Ma'am, do you have anything to add? Is there anything that happened you considered odd or just anything useful." Anasta looked up, her eyes red and swollen from crying. She sniffled, struggling to compose herself. "This morning, Liam, Vritt and I were having breakfast when a guard came to inform us that someone wanted to see Vritt. When the person came in, Vritt asked Liam and I to go upstairs, and the next thing I heard was a gunshot. I couldn't see his face but yeah, he was dressed in a odd way. All black." Wraith nodded solemnly, taking a deep breath as he stepped back. He turned to face Malakai, who sat silently in his wheelchair, his expression unreadable. "What are we going to do now?" Wraith asked, his voice laced with uncertainty. "I mean, this guy is a pain in the ass. He is a bastard."
A grin spread across Raven's face, and he couldn't help but chuckle. "I will definitely get my revenge with this," he murmured, his voice tinged with determination. He glanced at his wrist watch, "Oh no! I hope I don't miss this flight. I need to dress up." Just as he turned around to head to the bathroom, a movement in the shadows caught his eye. Raven froze, his heart pounding in his chest, as he caught sight of a figure clad in black, standing rigid and silent at the centre of the room. "How are you doing today, Raven. It's nice meeting you for the first time." The figure said, smirking at Raven. Raven's eyes widened in shock, and he opened his mouth, a scream of terror rising in his throat. Raven could only stare, his mouth agape, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He had no idea how this stranger had breached the security of his house. Had he been here the entire time or he just came in? Raven didn't hear a single footstep, so did he materialize
The tires of Nicholas's sleek black Aston Martin screeched as he swerved sharply into the long, winding driveway leading up to the Loughty mansion. The gates parted to allow him entry, and he brought the car to a sudden halt, the engine rumbling menacingly. Without a moment's hesitation, Nicholas flung open the driver's side door and strode towards the two armed guards stationed at the mansion's entrance. Reaching into his pocket, he produced the keys and tossed them carelessly towards one of the bewildered men. "Drive the car to the park and leave it there," Nicholas commanded, his tone clipped and authoritative. The guard fumbled to catch the keys, staring at Nicholas with bewilderment. Nicholas didn't bother to elaborate or even spare the guards a passing glance as he marched past them and through the open double doors of the Loughty residence. As he swept into the foyer, he could feel the guards' puzzled gazes burning into his back, no doubt won
Nicholas stood at the center of his chamber, his black coat hanging loosely on his shoulders as his phone binged, reading the message Nimah had sent him. "I am on my way to the Loughty's mansion." His eyes lit up in shock as he finished reading, and he didn't waste any time in dialing Nimah's number again. "What the fuck is wrong with this lady?" Nicholas muttered to himself as he fumbled with his phone. The phone rang several times, but there was no response. Nicholas slapped his forehead as he kept trying the number, his brow furrowed in frustration. After calling nearly ten times, Nimah finally answered the phone, her voice laced with a hint of annoyance. "Oh fuck, God! What is wrong with you dude? Why are you disturbing me with all these calls, Nicholas?" she asked, a tinge of amusement in her tone. Nicholas cleared his throat, attempting to maintain his composure. "I don't know what you are trying to do, but have you been deliberately ignoring my calls
As Ryan and Mr Philip disappeared from sight, a guard entered the room, bowing respectfully. "...and what do you want now?" Nicholas frowned. "Sir," the guard said, "uhm.. there is a strange lady outside the house. She has never been here before, however she is claiming to be your wife. She says her name is India." Nicholas felt his heart skip a beat, his eyes widening in surprise. "India?" he breathed, the name falling from his lips like a prayer. His face remained composed, but inside, a storm of emotions was raging. "Oh fuck, that's my wife. Let her in immediately." he ordered, his voice betraying none of the turmoil he felt. Moments later, India walked into the living room, her eyes immediately locking onto Nicholas. He stood there, unmoving, his expression a carefully crafted mask of calm. But inside, his heart was racing, his mind reeling with a thousand thoughts. India's gaze swept across the room, taking in every detail. Her eyes were wide wi
Gripping the bottle of chilled red wine the two glasses and a box of pizza, Nicholas made his way towards the stairs. Just as he was about to ascend, a voice, familiar yet laced with an unsettling tone, shattered the tranquility of the moment. "Hello, Nicholas," the voice purred, the words dripping with a serpentine allure that sent a shiver down his spine. Frozen in his tracks, Nicholas felt the world around him slow to a crawl as he recognized the name. He turned around gently and saw HER standing right there behind him with a smirk on her face. "Nimah," he breathed. "That's my name," She replied, taking two steps forward. Steeling himself, Nicholas turned to face Nimah, his brow furrowed in a frown. He approached her, his voice low and even. "Nimah, you need to leave. Right now, Immediately." Nimah's smile widened as she leisurely dropped her handbag onto a nearby armchair. "What's going on, Nicholas? Why are you whispering?" she asked, her tone laced wit
Nicholas snatched the paper from Nimah's hand, his eyes quickly scanning the contents. His brow furrowed as he looked up at Nimah, tossing the paper back at her. "And where in this paper does it say I'm the one responsible?" he demanded. Nimah took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders. "I didn't have sex with Robin two months ago," she said, her voice firm. "It was only with you, Nicholas. And I don't even think Robin can actually impregnate someone, he is so bad in bed." Nicholas shook his head vehemently, his lips twisting into a sneer. "Screw you, Nimah! I never had anything to do with you, Nimah," he spat. "I don't recall ever having sex with you, so you must be lying to me." He took a step closer, his eyes narrowing. "Now, get out of here before I call security." Nimah's chin lifted defiantly. "If you call security, I'll make sure everyone knows about this and when I said everyone, I mean India and I will make everyone believe it's actually rape," she warned, h
Nicholas paced back and forth in his chamber, his footsteps echoing against the high ceilings. He anxiously ran his fingers through his disheveled hair, a desperate look clouding his normally stoic features. His red-rimmed eyes were fixed on the phone in his hands as he dialed India's number once more, his heart sinking with each unanswered ring. It had been over 24 hours since he last spoke to his wife. India was always quick to answer his calls but it was obvious that she was still very angry with him and she wouldn't even listen to his explanation and this only fueled the rising panic that clawed at his chest. With a frustrated groan, Nicholas tossed the phone onto the nearby chaise, the device bouncing once before landing face-down on the cushion. He resumed his pacing, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios. What if she had told the Avendanos about this and everyone thought he was a whore. He knew he was partially wrong by lying to India. He should have come clean to