0010"Ah – Grandma!” Clarissa yelled as she sat next to Lady Margaret in the dining area with her hands guarding her unstable and trembling shoulders. Philip heard Lady Margaret's breathing loudly and he became tensed. “Please get her some water. Clarrisa said nervously, with visible fright in her humid gaze, “We have to take her to the hospital.”“C'mon, breathe, just breathe,” She said, her fingers slipping through her thinning gray hair.Looking up at Philip who was still standing erect as if he had suddenly lost his ears. Angrily, Clarissa gasped and screamed at him compellingly, “Make it snappy!” A sense of guilt flushed down his face, he began to regret snapping back at his grandmother in such a tone and manner. But how else could he have handled it?He rushed to the kitchen to get Lady Margaret a glass of water and came out in no time with a tray in his hands.Lady Margaret became unconscious after she heard Philip's response. He wondered if she was just being overly dramatic
0011:Lady Margaret was happy to hear Philip finally say those words, and she quickly agreed to get treated.*******“Please I need you to try your best to save her!” He said domineeringly.“Mr. Philip, it's a terminal condition; the chances of her surviving are very low…” He spat furiously.Abruptly, He hammered his fist on the table with his eyes popped out causing Clarissa to freeze and her face to flush in red, then he said, “Don't you fu**ing tell me that!” Philip growled anxiously, She must not die!! I don't know how you plan on doing that, but you must make it happen.” The doctor cowered in his seat and nodded in fright, agreeing with him, “Ye – yes sir. I.. we will try everything we can.” He said, fidgeting.Philip left the doctor's office, his chest protruding out, with Clarrissa walking behind him. He feared losing Lady Margaret and he was amazed by how much it bothered him.They got into Lady Margaret's car. He tightened his fists on the steering and paused for a while bef
0012: Clarrissa's advice drowned Philip into a realm of curiosity, making him wonder as he exited the Villa and drove to Yellow Sky. “Who was this director anyway?” He said to himself. This question kept playing back and forth in his mind until he arrived at Yellow Sky. Yellow Sky was the tallest building in Eldrador City, but Philip had never seen the view up close before; he only saw it from afar. It's no wonder it was named “Yellow Sky”, the building looked outstanding amongst others. Today was going to be his first day at Yellow Sky, the largest company in the City, but instead of going public to announce his return, he chose to remain discreet. He entered the building, drenched and allured in elegance. Just then, someone ran towards him, bowing his head nervously, “Mr Williams, welcome, sir. I'm Martins, Your assistant.” “Martins Hun! Okay, I trust that no one else knows about me in this company?” Martins placed his fingers on his lips and zipped them shut, “ I don't
0013: Richard couldn't comprehend what was happening. Robert, the chairman of Yellow Sky, came nearer. “You will not speak to your boss in such a manner, not under this roof!” Robert uttered. “But.. b-b–b, who is he?” Richard asked, his body shaking with his brows furrowed. “He is sir Freddrick's son, the one everyone thought had drowned years ago," he said, with so much hope in his gaze and continued, “It's a miracle, honestly.” Philip's return was shocking for Robert; he was left astonished after Lady Margaret informed him that he was taking over the company. Freddrick Williams was Robert's best friend; they practically birthed the company together. He saw Philip as his and he constantly reminded him of Freddrick. Richard gasped letting out an unexpected expression. A shock wave flushed his spine as he exclaimed, “he's alive! Cedric?” He lowered his head wisely and bowed before Philip as he began to regret everything he had done. He didn't dare to do anything irrational aga
0014: Richard looked dumbfounded as he glared at Sandra, he had never seen the devious side of her before. He didn't feel threatened by her but he just thought that the least he could do was to give her a subtle reason. He deserved one. After giving it some thought, he shook his head in disappointment and said, “I’m sorry, Sandra, but there's nothing I can do; it is beyond my power.” Silence instilled the air as blood channeled through Sandra's face, and she staggered in shame. She thought that if her sister could marry Richard, her company's status would keep soaring high, and she could make things twice as good and better than her grandfather had ever achieved. She became worried because she feared that her aunt and cousin would mock her, for not being capable of bagging a contract. They were already yearning for her downfall. “What do you mean by that? Are you not the CEO?” She questioned, flushing her eyes and fidgeting, “b–b–but I don't get it; what did we do wrong? What m
0015; “Elena, hurry up!” Sandra grumbled, pressing the horn of her car angrily. “Today is not the day to be admiring your reflection.” “Elena!” she yelled again. Elena hurried, increasing her pace toward Sandra's car; her silky blonde hair danced in the humid air as the orange-hued sunset cast a warm glow on her skin, which shimmered in her dark blue satin dress. “Coming…” she shouted as she got closer. "Sandra, you need to take it easy on your self” she continued, rolling her eyes. “What took you so long? Get in. Where’s Richard?” Sandra asked, frustration still visible on her face. “Oh, he left earlier,” Elena replied and entered the car. “Hmm,” Sandra whispered suspiciously as they took off. *** Elena glared at her sister, her eyes widening. Sandra appeared both demure and confident; her red hair was styled in a bun, displaying her elegant collar bones and slender neck. Her diamond teardrop earrings accentuated her round face, adding to her glamorous look. Meanwhile, Sa
0001“Please Sandra, I beg of you.” Philip fell to his knees, pleading his sister-in-law for mercy, his voice trembling with desperation. “Get your filthy hands off me! Have you no shame? She exclaimed as she walked away. Philip grasped the edge of her garment, lowering his head as he remained on his knees. He pleaded with Sandra to return the money she took from him, but she remained adamant. Moreover, he had been depending on her family financially. Sandra did not feel like she was indebted to him in any way. She was disgusted by his presence and was even more annoyed that he chose this moment to confront her. Today was her grandfather's funeral and her aunt Martha was currently giving a memorial speech. Martha stood on the stage with a microphone held close to her mouth as she said with all her might, “My father was vile and evil, he was an inconsiderate man! May his unwary soul remain troubled; he shall never find peace, and I hope you perish in hell, Micheal Peterson …” He
0002“How dare you speak to me in that manner?” She yelled, “ You seem to have forgotten who I am!” Her words felt like sharp thorns piercing through Martha's skin, veins began to swell on her forehead and neck. Sandra laughed out loudly, “And who exactly are you? The mother of a failed project ?” She tilted her head away from Martha and turned to the audience; everyone was filming them. She became bothered because she knew this could ruin her reputation. Facing Philip, the sight of him stirred up an insatiable anger inside her guts. Philip rose to his feet as he squinted his eyes at her grandfather's casket and tightened his fist. He knew he was running out of time. He gritted his teeth, noticing that Sandra was mimicking him. Philip lost it, he tightened his fist and stared into her soul as he said, “ if Alfred dies, his blood is on your hands! Mark my words Sandra, I will avenge him!” His voice echoed in anger. The atmosphere became gloomy as her eyes widened, her