Jamole and Susan were having breakfast when a reminder jumped into the mind of Susan.“Yeah honey I got business that may interest you. The government of Antipolo is offering to sell the building of Metropolis Post Office. Their agent visited me at the office yesterday, so I guess you will be interested.”Once Jamole heard Metropolis Post Office, he smiled in wrath and jerked his head, “I am interested,” he replied and perched at his smile.“They are willing to sell it for $1 billion. If you beat price with them they could sell it for $ 900 million.”“Deal,” Jamole replied and couldn’t stop smiling. “I will go right away.Shortly afterwards, Susan left for work.Jamole invited his costumier and stylist who donned him in expensive exquisite tuxedo, blazers and diamond necklace on his neck; his hair was packed into a ponytail.“Dean Bur,” he mumbled within himself as they decorated him, “Here I come.”This time around he needed to look good because Dean Bur, his former boss, at the Metro
Jamole perched under a shabby thatched tent on the street begging passers-by. He was looking more unkempt than he was.A few passers-by tossed some coins at him while some other passers-by rained abuses on him.Painfully, almost all day Jade had been on the lookout for Jamole. An idea came to mind to consider Andre’s words and search for Jamole on the street.The moment he alighted from the cab, a few poles away, sitting under a shabby tent was an unkempt, young man whose resemblance wasn’t far from Jamole’s.“Hey! Jay! Jay!” Jade called audibly, waiting impatiently to cross over.Jamole was busy begging passers-by and yearning for the attention of a few stingy ones, when Jade appeared in front of him.“Jamole?” he called.“Jade!” Jamole pretentiously called and raked fingers down his long hair.Shaking his head in pity Jade lamented, “Has it gotten to this now? What are you doing here?” he surged closer and squatted to him.Jamole forced a smile on his face, “Welcome to my humble hom
Stella was gasping for breath beside Anderson as they got immersed under the duvet. They sweated profusely and struggled to keep their breath intact.“That was a quick one,” Stella breathed into Anderson’s brow once she grabbed his face and laid her head on his shoulders, “I thought I told you we shouldn’t be using condom anymore.”Anderson forced a smile on his face. He was swallowed in heavy thought. Days past he had argued within himself if getting Stella pregnant was part if Jamole’s vengeance.And when he tried reaching Jamole to inform him about Stella’s burning desire to get pregnant his line wasn’t going through.“This is just the extreme of it,” he said in his mind, “If she gets pregnant for me and realizes I am not the anonymous heir, how is she going to feel? Will she withstand the shame and ridicule? This is the most brutal revenge I have ever seen.” He hummed inwardly.“For now I will keep sleeping with her with condom until I hear form Jamole,” he further said in his mind
Jade and Andre were trimming the flowers at the garden when a familiar buzzing noise of a bike rode into the premises and once they turned around lo and behold it was none other than Jamole.Grinning ear to ear, Jamole smiled with opened arms at Jade, who was still dumbfounded to behold his bestie in janitors’ jumpsuit and his ID card hanging down his neck.“Guess who is back!” Jade screamed, “Jamole! Welcome back, dude!” he left his duty and ran into his embrace.“I am back for real!” Jamole responded as they hugged for a time that seemed eternal. “Thank you so much, friend for being there for me.”All the while they jubilated Andre fumed under his breath. Jamole’s return was one thing he least expected.“This poverty-stricken is back. I thought Roger sacked him. What is he doing in that jumpsuitlooking like an elf? Oh Lord this is one sight I don’t want to see now,” he nagged in his mind.Furiously Andre dropped his cutting knife on the ground, hissed and walked away. He was deep in
Stella and Anderson were on a weekend yacht cruise to St. Dila. Having gotten Jamole’s consent, Anderson was ready to get her pregnant, which had been her heart desire.Meanwhile Stella was fascinated to be on a yacht for the first time. Since she believed she was dating the anonymous heir, she expected more of this luxury to come her way. This was the prime of her life and she never knew what was about to hit her.From the onset of the cruise she had taken several photos of herself with Anderson at strategic positions and during exploration of the facilities on the yacht.She couldn’t wait to return to Antipolo and show her pals the classic life she explored with the anonymous heir.Right about now as Anderson watched Stella swim in the mini pool, he was swallowed in thought.“Hopefully I get you pregnant as soon as possible,” he said in his mind, “He shook his head in pity, “How will she feel if the truth is finally revealed that I am not the anonymous heir? And to think of the fact
Jamole was riding home on his scooter and never for once anticipated danger and any possible attack on him. He rode with the freedom if a cat.Not until four power bikes chased after him and double crossed him did he know that ruin had been sent against him.His bike came to a screeching halt as he observed the bogy men standing before him. They were hefty thick men just like the ones he hired as security at the villa.No trace of smile was on their faces and he could say the only means of escape now was by negotiation. Otherwise the brooding eyes of the men before him spelt death.“But who sent them?” he asked in his mind.He snorted and breathed in bravery. He was going to face them squarely because he had never threatened to murder any of his enemies. He wondered who sent these rogues.“Could it be McDonald, Roger or Stella? Has it gotten to this now?”He was down in thought as the men approached him with their rifles. His face melted in destruction as theirs thickened in ruin. He k
When Jamole returned to the villa Susan noticed the unrest in his eyes and the fear decked on his face. She could tell Jamole just came in contact with death some minutes ago but she would want to hear Jamole reveal details of his fear.Once he got in and saw her inwardly he agreed he wasn’t going to share with her what Andre planned to do to him.“You look stolen and shattered. Are you okay?” she asked.Forcing a smile, he replied, “Oh I have nothing to worry about. Perhaps I need some rest after the day’s work.”Susan rode her wheelchair to his side, “Roger met with me in the office and requested for a date with him. What do you suggest I do?”Jamole winked, and jerked his head, “Come on go ahead. These days he comes to the office in taxi. Roger is just an inch away from poverty. He gave up his cars, house as collateral just to access the $9 million loan. Soon he will face his waterloo.”Susan winked at him, “But on the contrary, this is absolutely a brutal vengeance. I really feel f
Stella waited patiently for Anderson to return so she could share the news with him. She had dressed up gorgeously, used her make over properly and placed two glasses of wine for a toast.“This is the moment of my life I have been waiting for. After ten years of marriage with Jamole I am finally pregnant for not just an ordinary poor man like Jamole but the richest heir in Antipolo. Oh my God,” she blushed and held her chin cheerfully. I thank God I divorced that cursed fool Jamole. And as for Roger thank you for letting me fall in love with Anderson…oh wow,” she sounded in her mind as she smiled from cheek to cheek.She didn’t forget to order the chefs to fix a hot cup cake, dough and hot mushroom soup.And right about now she had exhausted the pregnancy test strip on repeated testing which kept showing positive to pregnancy. She couldn’t stop satisfying her curiosity.She had waited for Anderson to arrive before she would break the news on social media for Susan to be deeply hurt; sh