Helen was in her closet, trying to wear something other than the boring gown she had worn from the hospital. As she rummaged through the many clothes, she wondered how she could wear these clothes in her supposed closet. The clothes were all designer and flashy and colorful. She wasn't one to obsess over designer wear. She bought practical clothes and made sure she looked professional all the time. The clothes in her closet were the exact opposite of her. She was beginning to doubt the authenticity of the whole story. But it all looked real. Almost too real.Her grandfather had come to see her as soon as she came back from the hospital. He had sobbed and held her as his life depended on it. He was so glad she was fine. If her grandfather was here, that means every other thing the stranger told her was true. Damn! All she wanted to do was to see her son. She couldn't remember ever having a baby but she was just too curious to meet her baby."Did... These clothes. Did I buy them befo
Aaron watched the outpour of emotions that exuded from Helen and for the first time since her diagnosis believed there was a part of her that remembered her old self.The urge to give in to the mush of emotions that overwhelmed him choked him completely but he fought it off. Helen was still wrapped in his embrace, as she held onto Ryan, her eyes a well of emotions.Helen wanted to remember, she so desperately wanted to remember who this hot chunk of male goodness was. The uncanny resemblance between her and the child she held, was enough proof that she was indeed his mother.After the waterworks had finally dried out, she handed the baby over to his nanny. "He's my son." Her own words sounded strange but filled with acceptance for the bundle of joy that slept soundly within seconds of wrapping him, in her warmth."Yes, he is." The masculine voice of her said husband permeated the air. For the strangest of reasons, she fought the strange urge and the part of her medulla that wanted him
Aaron was knocked out cold from the hard liquor he drowned himself with. Tye's ground shook as he walked towards the nursery but Emily needed to call it a night. She was already an hour into the end of her shift. He made a mental note to himself to double her pay.She was, after all, the only nanny Ryan warmed up to. The nursery door was slightly ajar which caused him to enter attack mode. He immediately sobered up as he held onto the cold metal safely tucked in his side pocket.Aaron knew better than to take chances after the incident that had his woman in a coma for three painful months. He carefully walked towards the nursery, his pistol at the forefront of his vision as he held onto it tightly.He peeked into the nursery, a silent prayer on his lips as he moved with caution. He was about to cock his gun when the familiar figure of the woman he loved filled his vision. Helen cooed at Ryan inaudibly, her smile-filled face made him heave a sigh of relief.Aaron tip-toed into the
"Mr. Churchill, the stocks are fluctuating in Kingston. A review has been faxed to your office." May Aaron's new secretary rushed towards him like she ran a marathon before reporting to work. The office from the first floor to the last floor where he stood buzzed with workers ranging from technicians to web developers and stock exchange experts.Some days he wondered if he was the king of the Atlantic Ocean with swarms of fish and sharks at his beck and call. "Put Mr. Davis on a video call in May," Aaron ordered from the intercom as he removed his thick coated suit and rolled his sleeves up.Davis had better give a reasonable explanation as to why the stocks at Kingston fluctuate drastically. The video call commenced and the disheveled look of Davis calmed him down a bit. He looked like he stayed up all night."Good day, sir. " Davis looked collected even in his current state, his hair was sticking out in different places, and visible eye bags on his face made him look ten times ol
Kingston was his foundation, the first place he was spat out whole, his entire being completely rejected. Coming back here was not always eventful but desperate times like this, called for desperate measures."Are you okay? You look tense." The "almighty" Aaron Churchill, looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but Kingston. She watched him clench and unclench his fist as they approached their destination. Her question is still unanswered.The adrenaline that triggered him the last time he came here, had all but vanished.He held resentment towards the country and even more resentment towards the inhabitants that dwelled in this part of the world.Brentwood Limited was signed, sealed, and delivered on a platter under his name and an intensive clean sweep of the corrupt weeds had already begun. Lucas was stripped of his position, bankrupt, and completely broke.He had the last laugh but the memories of the past still haunted him. "Aaron, Aaron! " The worried voice of Helen beckoned
"I have learned to live with open eyes, an open mind, and a well-prepared spirit." Giovanni Humpty. At this point, Aaron remembered a literary prose he was privileged to read at the orphanage. Times like this had him activate the side of him that wanted to eliminate all the bad guys.Helen looked perplexed at the reason why he had tightened the security around them. Henry still held so much power even with his wings being cut, he was still able to get to him. There was someone outside helping him.He remembered Helen gasping for air, her blood coated on him like he was a canvas for Picasso and her face white and void of life. He wasn't going to take chances again. Henry played with fire and he was most definitely going to get burnt."Are you alright Aaron? You've been silent since we left the consortium." Helen pried and poked at the sudden change in Aaron's sudden change in behavior. Henry Neville. She knew him, he worked for Churchill for as long as she could remember. Henry was l
"Inmate 228, A visitor is here to see you." The warden called out to Henry Neville who still. looked the same. There was no sign of remorse, guilt, or pain in the monster that headed his way. Henry exuded pride."Well, well, well. Who do I have here, the great Aaron Churchill at my humble abode." He snickered in his seat, enjoying the view of Aaron's form opposite him holding the telephone to his ears like he could launch him through it.Henry knew why Aaron journeyed to Pennsylvania Correctional Center where he was thrown in and anticipated the visit. He felt at peace knowing he was not the only person living in hell, Aaron needed to have a taste of it. The young man looked cool, calm, and calculated but behind those edges was a little boy. The first thing Henry was going to do once he got out, was to shoot him in the head and watch him bleed to death. He made a mistake the first time, he wasn't going to miss his target again. He was the lord of the correctional facility, feared an
"PIM" blared the horn of an outdated Corolla which sent Annie flying behind the waste bin that stood tall and high enough to shield her from prying eyes as she stalked the high and mighty Churchill empire.It has become a hobby of hers to watch the building, hoping to catch a glimpse of Aaron. She has become obsessed with what could have been and detested her mother for being the architect of her problem and the root cause of her current situation.Lucas used her as a pawn in his game and her own family mooched off her. The shoot-out that sedated Helen to a sleep-induced coma, caused her to bless the heavens for being on her side. The haggard wench couldn't stay down for long.There he was in all his handsome glory. Aaron Churchill. Her eyes burnt with angry tears, filled with regret. "Aaron! Aaron, how have you been?." She found herself headed toward his direction, not caring if she looked like some psycho wacko.Aaron was in a big turmoil as his mind battled with the awkwardness t