Kratos's shirt was soaked with sweat, and he lay flat on the ground and wept furiously. Realising he just killed the daughter of the most powerful man in the country, he understood this was the end of his father's political ambition. "Get up, Kratos. It's not as bad as it seemed. It's an accident and I'm sure your family lawyer will save you from jail," Emily mumbled as she tried to pull Kratos to his feet." "It's worse, Emily. Elizabethan is my daddy's political godfather, and we owe all our success to him. Oh my goodness! What have I done?" "How will I explain to your father that Isabella died under my care?" Simpson asked with a shocked face. "The doctor stepped towards Andrew and then whispered into his ear. And Andrew's sad face promptly becomes less horrible. " I suggest we settle this around a table. We shouldn't let the only son of a distinguished member of the society go to jail," Andrew announced. "What are you talking about, Andrew? This fool just killed my sister an
Kratos is as white as a ghost when Isabella steps into Simpson's office. Miranda leapt up and raced towards her and then wrapped her arm around her neck. "You scared the hell out of me. I thought you were dead." "I'm not dead. I just feign unconsciousness to punish Kratos." "You didn't die! Ouch... Thank you, father lord," Kratos cried out. He cleaned his sweat off with the helm of his shirt and mumbled, "I can't believe I was fooled into giving out hundreds of cars for your death when you are alive!" "You should be grateful that I pitied you. I planned to punish you severely for assaulting my sister," Andrew announced. "I hope Kratos had learnt his lesson," Simpson said. She smiled crookedly and announced, "You won't ever hit a woman again, not even with a flower, will you?" "I can't. Oh, no. I have learnt my lesson and this trauma alone is enough to stop me from raising my arm against women. My gosh! I nearly died of guilt." "My anger is with the guard who allowed himself t
Established hundreds of years ago, the Arkansas Youth Club is the only organisation that unites all the rich kids of the city. And to be among the members means a lot to an average Arkansas youth. To get connected to important personalities, get employed in government corporations or multinational corporations, or collect multi-billion dollar contracts, you must be among the members of the youth club. For years, Andrew had tried to join, but he was always chased off or beaten. And when he remembered that the club would be admitting new members today, the desire to fulfil his lifetime wish soared in his mind. Built-in a rectangular shape and decorated with expensive gadgets, the room was swarming with richly dressed ladies and gentlemen as Andrew pushed the sliding glass and stepped inside. An usher In a white suit bowed at his presence, offered him a glass of champagne and then pointed one of his fingers toward an empty cushion chair far off and let out, "Please sit over there, Sir."
Since the creation of the club, no newcomer had ever contended with a bonafide member for the position of club president. This may be the reason why all eyes gawked at Andrew as he stood up from his seat and walked towards the podium.As expected, tongues wag at his back and the loathsome son-in-law of the O'Connor family heard but ignored them. "I think have seen his face here before. Is this not the young man that was beaten sometime ago when he forced himself into our club?" A beautiful lady in an armless frock asked her equally beautiful friend. "Yes. His name is Andrew, and he is the son-in-law of the O'Connor family." "This young man can't afford to contend with you, Jerry," a lad with dreadlocks hair and a tattoo over half of his face cried out. "Don't be fooled by the chain on his neck and his wristwatch. I bet they were counterfeits," a lady sitting beside the tattooed man let out. "Fuck you, Andrew. It's now time for my payback," Jude's voice boomed louder in the hall
For the first time since Andrew became rich, he enjoyed the privilege of being rich.After eating a sumptuous meal and drinking some champagne, he stood up from his VIP seat and stepped into the midst of the dancing crowd. "Come and dance with me." "He is mine." "I called him first." Three ladies blocked his front and begged him to dance with them, but Andrew ignored all of them as his eyes searched the room for someone. "Hello, Andrew. I want to apologise for not believing that you are the secret heir of the Elizabethan family. I hope you will forgive me and let's be friends as we used to be." "No problem, Jude. I have forgiven you. Just be good and stop being snobbish," Andrew announced. He walked through the large hall, bowed and waved at his new fans and grinned when most of the ladies winked at him. Some years ago, they had all behaved differently to him. But today, all of them want to be his friend. Such is the power of wealth. Little wonder one of the wise men that eve
Betty was in the company of a stunning lady in a pink shirt and blue miniskirt. And she stood up and bowed as Andrew stepped closer to her. Dazzling in her white lace that shows all her beautiful shapes and contours, she stood up, bowed and let out, "Hi, Andrew. Nice of you to talk to me, despite how I addressed you the last time we met." "It doesn't matter, Betty. How are Uncle Sam and the rest of your family?" "We are all good. When will you check me at my place? My daddy would like to see you," Betty let out. She turned toward her friend and then back at Andrew and announced, "I want you to meet my friend, Alicia. She is an international student and is just here to spend her holiday... And this is Andrew. He is my friend." "Hi, Andrew." "Hello, Alicia." "Would you like to sit down with us? I have a few questions to ask you." "Yeah... Sure. What did you want to know?" Betty whirled towards her friend and said, can you excuse us, please? I want to discuss something confidenti
He stood and watched three men in black suits as they stepped out of the black jeep. And his eyes traced them into the receptionist's office. After some minutes, Andrew hurried toward the receptionist's office and saw the men as they entered an elevator. "Hello, Sir. How may I be of service to you?" After his first encounter with the guards at the main gate, most of the staff of The Palace Hotel seemed to have recognised him, and they all attended to him with respect. "Yeah. I would like to know who those guys were?" "Which guys, Sir?" "Those three men in black suits. I saw them entering the elevator just now." "Oh... They are Miss. Simpson's guest. She informed me to book an executive room for them." "Simpson ordered you to book an executive room for them?" Andrew asked back. And he grinned when the receptionist nodded her head. "I hope there is no problem, Sir?" "None. Thank you, miss -." "Sade." Thank you, Sade. Kindly keep an eye on them till I come back." Sade nod
Peeking through one of the sliding glass on the window of their room, Andrew watched as the ladies stepped into the VIP section. "That's Betty over there. I bet she is shocked to see her friend waiting for me." "You are heartless, Andrew. I can't believe that you also invited her friend," Miranda let out. She smiled as she pointed her finger toward a lady far off and let out, "She is beautiful, isn't she?" "Yes, she is. Her name is Brenda, and she is all beauty, but has no brain," Andrew let out. "She is married, but ready to divorce her husband if I promised to marry her." "You once loved her, didn't you?" "She initiates the relationship and I was a fool to think she love me. I never knew she had a bet with some of her friends." "A bet?" Miranda asked with a confused look." "Yeah. She claimed she could date me for three months, and they all bet over this. I never knew I was just a joke to her." "So what happened after?" "I followed her around, and I always wonder why her fri