Dropping by the hospital where Liam had been admitted, he decided to pay him a visit before any other thing. Instead of being led to Liam’s ward, he was led to the ward of the janitor which was jam-packed with his family members who were crying. Alaric wanted to leave when the janitor’s daughter, who was barely six, grabbed his hand. “Please help my dad.” She cried. Crouching next to her, Alaric used his napkin to wipe off her tears and after a few seconds of smiling sheepishly at her, he said, “I’m not a doctor.” He wanted to rise when she held his shoulder. “You're rich, you have a lot of money and can help my father walk again. Mom is also a janitor and we can barely feed, please give my father his legs again with your money.” “Brie!” Her mother yelled, rushing to her side. She tried to pull her away from Alaric but she held on, tears rolling down her eyes in torrents. “Pardon me mister, I will take her away now.” Her mother attempted to pull her off again but just like befo
“Are you expecting anyone?” Liam asked Rose who shook her head sideways immediately. “Don't tell me Alaric found his way here.” She muttered, looking from one person to the other. When no one gave a response, she hurried towards the door. Peering through the security hole, she recognized Mr. Jones and at once she pulled the end door open only to see he had company. “Madam Aurelia?” She called, her gaze never leaving her even for a second. She had seen her several times on TV and online but she hadn't met her in person until now. “You must be Rose.” Madam Aurelia said, smiling at her. Nodding vigorously, she affirmed her claim as she stepped aside so they would walk in. The moment Liam locked eyes with his mother, he pushed his crutches to the other side of the couch so she wouldn't see it but he wasn't fast enough. “You can as well remove the scar on your arm and leg.” She said, walking towards him.With a frown on his face, Liam was glaring at Mr. Jones who had his head bent to
On his return to his office, Alaric tried to resume from where he had stopped but he found himself zoning out occasionally. Each time he tried to proceed to the next time, something must come up and when he couldn't hold up anymore, he pushed his seat backwards in anger as he rose. “I can't believe this is happening.” He muttered, pacing from his table to the couch and back. “Silvan might be telling the truth. He doesn't look like someone with mental issues but… I can't believe him even if… ugh!” He tossed his head backwards as it began to hurt. Grabbing a bottle mug, he brewed himself from coffee before returning to his seat. Swirling around, he had his eyes shut, trying to clear his head and reduce the ache that was threatening to split it apart. Still in this position, his door creaked open and he opened an eye. When he discovered it was the legal team of the company, he snapped both eyes open and then sat up. “What is going on here?” He asked, studying them carefully as he
Alaric kept persuading Silvan to drop the suite but as usual, he refused, acting dogmatic. “Okay, I won't try to convince you again. I just wanted you to redeem yourself but it seems you’re not ready for that.” Alaric mouthed. He wanted to go on with his rant when the door flung open and Anthony rushed in, panting like he was chased by a demon. “What is it?” Silvan asked. “It seems your period of grace has expired. You should have listened to me and I wouldn't hesitate to speak to him on your behalf.” Alaric groaned like he felt for him. “Sir, the prosecution raided our home, office and the company. They took everything they could lay their hands on.” Anthony said in a breath. “What?” Silvan gasped in shock..Shifting his gaze to Alaric, he found him combing through his hair with his fingers as a smile tugged the side of his lips. “You have a hand in this.” He said with an accusing tone. “Yes, I do. Is there a problem?” Alaric was enjoying the look of despair on his face. “Wh
Smirking, Alaric plopped on the couch, crossing his legs as he twirled his hair around his fingers.At the moment, he was watching the news that kept broadcasting about Silvan's involvement in embezzlement and the rest. Exhaling, he snapped his fingers and at once Sam rushed to him, “Sir,” “Brew me a cup of cocoa.” He said, dismissing him with a hand wave. When Sam returned with his cocoa, he relieved it from him, taking a deep drunk of the scalding liquid. “Liam is amazing, don’t you agree?” He asked, his gaze on Sam who quickly nodded when he realised he was the one he was speaking to. “Do you think I should let go of him? I mean, I shouldn't push forward with my intention seeing what he did to Silvan.” Sam pressed his lips into a thin line as he began to rack his head. He didn't know what to say to him and he was scared of saying something that would trigger his reaction. Biting his lower lips, he stepped backwards, “Please excuse me, I need to use the bathroom.” Before Alar
Liam didn't say anything to him, instead he lowered himself on the couch with Naya's help. After a long silence which was tension filled, Liam tossed a document at him. “You have to make a promise that you aren't going to return to your sin and also, not trying any funny games in the name of retaliation.” “What about my company? We are crashing and you are the only one I can call for help.” He took a deep breath and with his hands clasped together, he said, “Help me save my company. That is my family's only source of income and I cannot taste the life of penury.” Now sobbing, he grasped his pants, “I was born into affluence, I don't think I can survive a day in penury.” He was sobbing uncontrollably now. Moved to pity, Naya wanted to plead on his behalf but she felt she would be crossing the line since she wasn't the one who was hurted. “You have to sign that first before I decide to help you or not.” Silvan didn't need any further prompting before he signed the documents, not e
“...according to my captor who granted me freedom after several hours of pleading, he said, Alaric Armani was behind my kidnap saying he was currently undergoing a project in biotechnology…” Alaric didn't listen to the rest of his words as his heart beat increased. Gulping, he wiped the sweat rolling down his face with the back of his palm before screaming, “William Armani.” He believed Liam was behind it not because he was the only one who knew about his biotechnology project but because he was the only one who was bold enough to accost him.“What am I going to do now?” He muttered, darting his eyes around as he clenched the steering wheel of his car with both hands. All through the night, Alaric was pacing around his bedroom, trying to come up with a solution for the situation on the ground but his head was blank. The following morning, Liam woke up only to hear devastating news from the financial manager who had informed him of the plummeting stocks.Wondering what was going on
Biting his bottom lips, Alaric tilted his head to the side. He was trying hard not to explode in anger but Carlton kept putting him to the test. “Can I at least have a simple explanation of what is going on? You can't barge in here and start creating a scene.” An equally enraged Carlton said, glaring murderously at him. He wanted to go on with his rant but the moment Alaric grabbed the files on his table, he pressed his lips into a thin line. Before he knew what was happening, his office was in a mess but Alaric wasn't done yet. He kept on upturning anything he could lay his hands on until the whole place was a mess. “Here, this is exactly the position I'm in now.” He said, his chest rising and falling. “I have been announced to be a human trafficker, take down the news or I will take you down.” He was pointing his fingers to his face to show he wasn't bluffing. “You should have told me that when you came in earlier instead of creating a scene.” Carlton said after him and at on