There was another shot, and the window closest to Clayton shattered, raining shards of glass all over him. He cursed luridly.Aaron stared at him, trying to gather his thoughts. They were armed only with pistols, while whoever was shooting at them had a rifle. A rifle had the advantage of accuracy over a greater distance, allowing their assailant to shoot from outside the range of the pistols. Helen crawled out to the deck, crouching with her hands covering her head. She held a .22 rifle. The rifle didn’t have much power, but it did have a greater range and accuracy than the pistols.“Here,” she said, crawling back into the living room and sliding the rifle toward Aaron. He glanced around, his fist closing over the weapon. Clayton was moving through the yacht, checking to make certain no one was coming up on them from behind.“Thanks,” Aaron said briefly. “Get back in the hall, honey.”"But why? I'm quite good with a gun. I was trained to use guns too before I even qualified to be y
Aaron leaned against the hospital wall in the waiting room, his nostrils filled with the sharp smell of antiseptic. Behind him were Grant and Clayton waiting with him. He was full of misery; he prowled the confines of the room restlessly. No matter how he tried, Aaron couldn’t get the picture of Helen lying on the ground, in her blood, out of his mind. She had looked so pale and fragile, her eyes closed and her face paper white. He had fallen to his knees beside her, not minding the scuffle and shots going on behind him, and a low sound had exploded from his chest. Her name had echoed in his mind, but he hadn’t been able to voice it. Seeing her take the bullet meant for him had been a nightmare and he still hadn’t recovered. He didn’t expect ever to recover. Cold, piercing agony filled his chest. He prayed in his heart, really prayed that she would be fine. They had a one-year-old son and he couldn't bear raising him alone. Never again. Heck! never again. He was a billionaire now
Aaron sat in a meeting in his office, with one of the officials from a company seeking to merge with his advertising company. But he could barely concentrate.For three long months, Aaron had lived in perpetual darkness and anguish. His world seemed to be in black and white. Henry Neville was charged with attempted murder and Aaron made sure he would be spending a better part of his lifetime behind bars. Helen had been in a coma after the incident for almost three months. She had been recovering at first, awake and responding to treatment. Then, one day she became worse and went into a coma, leaving their one-year-old son, Ryan, without the presence of his mother. He feared his little boy would begin to forget his mother. At first, he had taken Ryan along with him to anywhere he went. His office, meetings, business dinners, business trips... He realized that he couldn't continue like that anymore. Which led to his desperate hunt for a nanny. He had hired and fired seven nannies du
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