Chapter Seventy Three By the time that Godfather Roberto has reached the rape crime scene , Elijah was already gone and the place looks quite and still. Godfather Roberto called Elijah and asked him where he was and he told him that he had gone to his huge mansion which is in the outskirts of town. Selena is so angry with Elijah that he doesn't want to sleep at home tonight. Godfather Roberto asked his driver to drive him straight to the mansion as he entered Elijah's private chamber and office. Godfather Roberto," Elijah spoke in his gravelly voice,“What brings you here with that worrisome expression by this time of the night?"With a deep breath, Godfather Roberto replied, "Boss, we've got a problem. A big one. There's a video circulating online, and it's making accusations against you."Elijah raised an eyebrow, intrigue flickering in his cold eyes. "Accusations? What are they saying?"Godfather Roberto hesitated before answering, "They're saying you raped a girl, Boss. But I
Chapter Seventy FourAmidst the tranquil suburban neighbourhood, Selena found herself entangled in a tempest of emotions. Her heart shattered into a million pieces as tears streamed down her cheeks, leaving trails of anguish and despair. She stood in her tastefully decorated living room, her once delicate hands now clenched into fists, her face distorted with pain and anger. Her husband, Elijah, had betrayed her trust, and the realisation had hit her like a sledgehammer.The room echoed with the sound of shattering glass and the thud of objects hitting the floor. Selena's pain had transmuted into unbridled fury, and she unleashed her rage upon the material possessions that surrounded her. Vases toppled and shattered, photographs were torn from their frames, and trinkets scattered like her scattered emotions. The sounds of destruction reached the neighbourhood as she flung her husband's favourite painting to the ground, the canvas now a fractured depiction of their fractured marri
Chapter Seventy Five Determined to ensure his step-brother suffers , Elijah thought of several plans to lead Henry down a path of destruction, both financially and emotionally.Elijah used his vast network of spies and informants to track Henry's movements, gathering information on his habits, weaknesses, and the casino he frequented.Godfather Roberto told Elijah that Henry and Stella went to Las Vegas to squander the money they got by fraudulent ways and collecting construction bribes and not paying the poor workers their wages. “Get the helicopter , I'm going to Las vegas in style “ Wlijah said to Godfather Roberto. Amidst the neon-lit extravagance of Las Vegas, a figure of power emerged from the shadows. He was the enigmatic mafia boss, known only by his alias, "Elijah." The night air crackled with a sense of anticipation as he stepped out of his sleek black limousine, his entourage of loyal men following closely behind. Their sharp suits and dark sunglasses exuded an air of c
Chapter Seventy SixScreams pierced the silence of the night. The shattered glass vases and tables bore witness to his overwhelming despair, a visual reflection of the chaos that had consumed his life.In the outskirts of a city, far from the neon lights of Las Vegas, Henry found himself at a crossroads. Only hours ago, he had been on top of the world, relishing the intoxicating thrill of the casino floor. Lady Luck had smiled upon him, leading him to believe that he was invincible. But that illusion had crumbled as he lost the colossal sum of ten million dollars. His world had imploded in the blink of an eye."Why? Why me?" Henry, Elijah's step brother choked out, gripping his hair in frustration. He had never imagined that his insatiable desire for quick riches would lead him to this dreadful precipice. The weight of his failures pressed heavily upon his shoulders as he contemplated the repercussions that awaited him.His mind was in disarray, yet a spark of resilience flickered deep
Chapter Seventy Seven“I will find a way of embezzling the money from father’s company and blame it on Elijah, I will set a trap for him so that he suffers “ Henry thought and he smiled when an evil idea came to his head. He was still in Las Vegas and he didn't want to leave because he is broke and loan sharks will be after his life. He plans to have an illegal deal that will affect his fathers company but he doesn't care, all he cares about is money. In the heart of his luxurious mansion, where marble pillars stood tall and chandeliers adorned the ceilings was the expensive place where he stayed . Henry was the epitome of wealth and privilege, born into a family that had never known hardship. However, his life was not a picture of elegance and grace; instead, it was a chaotic blend of extravagance , pride and he was so arrogant.On this particular evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of pink and orange across the sky, Henry was preparing to attend a lavish
Chapter Seventy Eight “Who did this to my car ?!” Henry groaned in pain. Something was horribly wrong. He gasped and kept looking at his 5 million dollars ferrari sports car, unable to believe his eyes.There it was, etched into the once-pristine red surface of the Ferrari, a terrible scratch that seemed to stretch on forever.“This scratch will take forever to take it off and I wanted to show off to my friends!” he shouted in pain It was as if a cruel artist had taken a blade and defaced the car, leaving a gash that marred its beauty. The pain was evident in Henry's eyes as he ran his fingers over the deep scratch, hoping it was just a dream. But the reality sank in as he felt the jagged edges beneath his touch.His breath hitched, and he staggered back, clutching his chest. The disbelief quickly gave way to anger, and he looked around, searching for the culprit who had dared to damage his beloved possession. But the streets were empty, and there was no one to blame but the invisi
Chapter Seventy NineIn the dimly lit room, Henry stirred restlessly, his head pounding in rhythmic protest to the silence that enveloped him. As consciousness slowly returned, he groaned, blinking against the harsh morning light that streamed through tattered curtains, turning dust particles into dancing specks of gold. The room itself was a haze of vibrant colours, neon lights casting their shimmering glow on provocative posters and worn-out furniture.Barely able to recollect the events of the previous night, Henry's eyes darted around the unfamiliar space. The air was heavy with the scent of cheap perfume and the faint lingering smell of alcohol. A faint blush crept across his cheeks as he realised the provocative nature of the room he had found himself in.His memory was foggy, like a puzzle missing crucial pieces. He faintly recalled a raucous party, thumping music, and a blur of faces—strangers laughing, dancing, and raising their glasses in celebration. The reckless abandon
Chapter EightyAs Henry sat on a plush crimson armchair, his eyes fixed on her, he couldn't help but feel an electric current of excitement coursing through his veins.Crystal moved gracefully, like a delicate flower swaying in the breeze. The soft glow of candles cast a warm hue on her porcelain skin, illuminating the room and adding to the mystical atmosphere. With each step she took, the floorboards creaked beneath her, as if the room itself couldn't resist acknowledging her radiance.As the music started to play, its soft melody filled the air, entwining with the sounds of her heels clicking rhythmically against the wooden floor. Her movements were a seamless symphony of elegance and seduction, and Henry was entranced. Her eyes, a deep shade of emerald, held a magnetic pull that kept him fixed on her every sway and turn.Her dress, a flowing gown of silk and lace, clung to her curves in all the right places, accentuating her feminine charm. With each gentle tug and twist, the ga