“Why is Steph so stubborn, why can’t she see the dangers that lie before her with Mateo?” I grunted, clenching my fist with my teeth gnashed. I don’t seem to understand how she can be so trusting of him when I have done nothing but try to make her understand that she is with the wrong guy and now she is in a relationship with him. What is she thinking?“You know Steph is a grown up right?” Michael muttered standing by the door with his hands wrapped around his chest. I turned to him with my brows arched “Yes, and so?” I sneered “It means she is old enough to make decisions, why not leave her be” He muffled I groaned “Just because she is old enough to make them doesn't mean she is smart enough to make them! Steph is not smart and it would be on me if I could stop her and put her on the right track but fail to do so” I blurted. He grunted, obviously not buying any of my explanation, he walked towards me “I will speak to you as a friend now, Kylen, so you listen to me” He started, I t
Working with Don Smith for two months now and there have been no signs of him laying a trap for me as Mateo claimed. I get he is just worried about me, I mean working with Don Smith did mean my identity could get exposed at any time and besides he was the one who took the order which means he has a picture of me and could identify me easily but I refuse to give in to fear and ruin my chance at finding out who truly tried to kill me five years ago if I miss this opportunity then I might as well say goodbye to me finding out the truth. But during the two months I have spent with Don, he had kept me at arms left, he wouldn't allow me to get too close or even have a conversation with him. It's a bit tiresome, our relationship doesn't exclude business meetings, confirmation of files, organizing of files, and questions about work. We do not do anything outside that circle, once it's time for lunch, he asks me to go and return on time and when it's time to close for the day, he doesn't dela
I know the idea was a bit extreme but it was quite efficient and I know Steph hates violence but that’s what we need right now, to convince a man like Don Smith we need him to believe she was someone who could stand in the way of death for him. “Are you serious? You want to attack Don Smith?” She blurted, her brows arched, anger plastered on her face, completely displeased by my suggestion. I turned to Susan and gestured for her to take the kids to their room while I had a convincing conversation with Steph. As soon as Zera and Tami were in their room I turned to Steph to answer her question “We are going to stage an attack, we won’t be exactly attacking him, it would be staged, a chance for you to jump in and fight back, protect him from us and give yourself some stars” I blurted, trying to make her understand. “No!” she yelled “I am not going to allow you to do that, it is dangerous, Lucas will kill you in a snap, even before I get the chance to defend him, Lucas will and you wil
The people stood awed, they could not believe what just transpired before their eyes. Michael stands above Ashton, who happens to be one of the strongest fighters in the country.It was an obvious fight from the beginning, Michael against Ashton was as though Michael was walking to his very own death but instead, Ashton was lying almost lifeless on the floor with Michael barely bruised by any of the attacks from Ashton. If they were told Michael defeated Ashton no one would have believed but there they are seeing it all unfold before their eyes, it was both embarrassing and shocking.“Is it possible?” “Could Michael have taken down Ashton?” “Is this how it ends?” The crowd mumbled in disbelief. People began to wonder who Michael was and how on earth he was able to defeat Ashton without breaking much sweat. “There is no way a man like Michael will take down Ashton! No!” Nancy, grunted, beads of sweat plastered on her forehead, her hands clenched from where she sat during the fight,
“Will Michael be able to handle what is about to come his way?” “I know he put out a great fight from the onset but Ashton just pulled out his sword, that is his killer technique, there is no way Michael will survive it” one of the spectators mumbled as they sat anxiously in the audience watching. Not all the spectators are on Ashton’s side, some wanted Michael to win or at least teach Ashton a lesson, it would be nice and appealing if someone could put him in his place but now that Ashton had gone back on his word and pulled out his sword, Michael stood no chance against him or so they thought. “You little dimwit, I must say, I underestimated you” Ashton sniggered. “To think I have to pull out my sword for a rascal and a lowlife like you” he scoffed. Michael chuckled “I am honored” He muffled Ashton gnashed his teeth, he hated the confidence that Michael had “You were a great opponent, it would be an honor to die by my blade but I can’t promise you that it would be painless, in
“That did not just happen!” “There is no way that just happened!” “Did Ashton just take to heels?” “Did he just get defeated by this man?” “Who the hell is this man by the way? Who does he think he is? Who on earth is he defeating Ashton and threatening to bring ruins on the Almighty Don Francisco?” Some of the spectators mumbled in disbelief, sour and spitting on Michael’s victory. It was a disgrace not just to Ashton but also to them. But just as some hated the idea or grasping the fact that Michael won, others rejoiced and cheered, and some even danced to celebrate. “Fuck! I can’t believe I had to witness this disgrace, Ashton of all fighter” A voice emitted from the crowd, although not loud enough for Michael to hear but loud enough for people sitting next to him to hear. “I suggest we leave before he finds us, we can question his identity when we are in a safe space” Mr Tate hissed, turning to the man, Victor, who let out his displeasure at Michael's victory. Victor turn
Through the incident, Michael’s popularity grew beyond the limit, he was known as the martial arts genius, one that is the almost invincible god of war. Ashton grumbled, he hated the talks about Michael, it had barely been a day since the fight happened and the rumors about him being publicly defeated and the news about Michael’s ability had spread like wildfire. “Where is that fool!” “Where is he!” Ashton yelled as he walked in, grunting, reaching for the chair in the lounge of Zain Claw’s Residence. One of the guards standing by the door hurried to call for Zain. “Sir Ashton has arrived,” He reported. A frown plastered on Zain’s face, he had also heard about Ashton’s defeat but he dared not show his displeasure. He grunted before dashing out of his office to speak to Ashton. Arriving at the lounge, he walked towards Ashton “Mr Ash” He muffled with his hands a little curled as he gazed at him, gesturing to one of the guards to hand over a bottle of his favorite wine. As the ma
Back to his daily life like nothing happened in the last two days, Michael resumed his daily duties, sitting in his lap, focusing on his medical research with no care for the rest of the world when he heard a familiar honk in his compound. He took off his AirPods with his brows furrowed and stepped out of his lab, heading to the door when he bumped into Lucy. Karina Stepped out of her Tesla, dressed in a short blue dress that hugged on her, revealing her curves and smoothly shaved legs. She walked seductively towards Michael with her eyes locked on him. “Mike” She muffled, making her way towards him excitedly, it's been a while since they saw each other. “Look at you, it's been a while, I almost thought you forgot about me” he muffled “Michael, let me explain” she muffled, reaching for him with a cute smile, making it hard for Michael to resist. He gasped at her warmly, a smile forcibly plastered on his face and he rolled his eyes, knowing he could not resist her even if he want