“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 face reddened, then she raised her hand and gave him a resounding slap on his face, “You will do no such thing! Are you threatening me? You are just a mere dog, with no name, no power! What can you do? You are insignificant Philip, insignificant!” she screamed as she pointed a finger at him. The guests gazed in fright, they all wore a confused look on their faces. Philip stood there, his body heated up from inside out as his heart pounded. He thought she would be compassionate due to the nature of the event but he was wrong. “Security! Security!” Sandra called out to the guards, signaling to them, “Get this loser out of here, I don't want to see his disgusting face here..” The guards bowed and walked towards Philip, carrying out the order just as instructed. “Sandra, please don't do this here. He needs to help his friend.” Elena begged. Huge hefty men grabbed Philip's arms forcefully and dragged him out of the building. He couldn't believe he was being held captive by guards, so he pushed the guards away from him. Phillip was so desperate, he had no choice but to do something quickly. Without thinking critically he said frustratedly, “I'll do anything, Sandra; just return the money; I need to help Alfred.” Sandra chuckled delightfully and inquired, “Really? Anything? Hmm, okay then, I want you to divorce Elena right now. If you do, I'll give you the money.” Hurry up, I don't have all day!” Sandra shouted as she waited eagerly for his response. She had planned on using Alfred's insurance claim to buy Elena a stunning wedding dress. From the very beginning, she had opposed their union, grooming a deep dislike for Philip. She thought her beautiful and elegant sister deserved someone better. “I'm inviting you personally to Elena's wedding, it would be such a delight to have you there. I intended on buying a wedding dress with your money but if you divorce her now, you'll make things easier.” Elena was confused, “Wedding dress?” She muttered with a puzzled look. “What do you need a wedding dress for?” She knew her sister was a crazy person but she didn't know Sandra would exaggerate the issue to this extent. Sandra yelled, “It's for your wedding, little sis! What is a wedding without a sophisticated dress? It's high time you wake up and start thinking straight. Philip has nothing to offer you!” Philip nearly broke down after hearing Sandra's request. He was lost for words, but he remained calm; his eyes felt dizzy as if spinning. He couldn't imagine living without his loving wife. He adored Elena. Eugene snorted and mocked as she gritted her teeth. “Poor Philip, it's a shame you married a piece of trash, and now you're in shackles.” She then walked towards Philip buoyantly, looking into her bag. Stretching her arm, she handed over a handkerchief to him while patting his back, and said, “ Take it; you will need it to wipe as many tears as you can.” She sighed and chuckled satisfactorily. One of the people for the media came closer to capture the eye-catching scene as he recorded the Peterson family crumble. Martha couldn't care less; she knew this event would shake the status of her late father's company, and it gave her the utmost joy. She sacrificed everything to make sure Eugene inherited Carlton's architectural firm. Elena began to sob; she loved her grandfather very much, and they shared a very strong bond. All she wanted was a well-befitting funeral for him. Her teary eyes withered as she spoke with weary soul, " If Father were to be here, none of this would have happened !" With a confident smirk, Martha roared indifferently, "Your father? Oh please, give me a break." She snorted a laugh. "Henry was weak. That’s precisely why he was so easy to Kill !" "Henry was a coward and a rotten vegetable. Who do you think did all of your grandfathers' dirty work?" She yelled, pointing at herself, and said, "Me! Yet that ghost from hell chose your sister Eugene? God knows he belongs in hell!" Martha wasn't bothered about the consequences of her confession; she was ready to face it. Blood gushed down Elena's veins as she uttered, "What? You killed him? " She stammered in fright, weeping and shaking. Her jaw flew open as she cried aggressively and said, "Sandra, she murdered our father." "How could you kill your brother?" Sandra asked. Did she really killed her own blood??? Martha snapped at her and said, "I'll do anything to get my daughter to the top! Mark my words, Sandra Peterson, I will destroy you!" Elena and Sandra were weakened by the words of their aunt as they watched her act out nonchalantly. Sandra stood still, shocked, her lips void of words as she tried to make sense of everything. Eugene was pleased to see her cousin's family fall apart, so quickly; it excited her to see Elena worried. Sandra buckled up the pain as though she had her ears blocked all along, which made Elena fear her even more. How could she not shed a tear after that devastating news? But Sandra had a plan and just right there, she found the perfect way to execute it. She wanted her alluring sister to marry another man, someone who wasn't as useless as Philip. “So what will it be? Will you divorce her or allow your best friend to die?” Sandra asked, thirsty for his response. Philip paused, taking so long before he answered. He glanced at his frightened wife as he said, “Over my dead body! I will never do such a thing, you'll have to kill me first. Elena and I have been married for five years and no one can ruin our union! We are inseparable. "There was tension in the air; the guests gasped in amazement as they gossiped and murmured.Sandra planned to introduce Elena to Mr. Richard at the upcoming Oscar business awards so she could partner with Yellow Sky and Carlton Architecture could finally sign a contract with the firm.MR. Richard Austin was the CEO of Yellow Sky the biggest real estate firm in the city of Eldrador.It would be a piece of cake for Elena to win Mr Richard's heart. Her breathtaking beauty drew the attention of countless men, all she had to do was show up.Suddenly, a tall figure in an expensive-looking black suit appeared and walked amid the hassle. He had a puzzled look planted on his face as he entered the building with classy flowers in his hand. “Babe? What's going on?” He asked, raising a brow as he removed his sunglasses.The Petersons were arguing so loudly that they couldn't hear his voice. Even the guests focused on them.The handsome man walked to the front and asked again “ Babe, is everythin
Philip refused to look back, he walked out with so much grace. He shut his eyes, feeling rage burning on the inside. The woman he had devoted five years of his life to, was cheating on him, leaving him feeling betrayed. As he exited the building, an elderly lady approached him and asked, “Excuse me, please; where is Michael Peterson's funeral taking place?” She stepped out of the latest Bugatti La Voiture Noire and Philip couldn't help but marvel in awe at such elegance. It was Lady Margaret, Micheal Peterson's late wife's best friend in college. She came to pay her condolences to the bereaved. “The next hall to your left” he replied with respect. “Thank you.” She paused for a moment and then asked, “What's your name child?” The old lady inquired as a tall, muscular bodyguard, fully black-suited with dark shades, stepped out of the car to accompany her. Philip became curious at her sudden display of interest. Why did the old lady want to know his name? “Philip, ma'am, my
Philip marveled at the words the doctor uttered, his jaw hanging open as the doctor explained to him that Alfred's savior was Lady Margaret, and he was shocked. He wished he could thank her in person but she was no longer there. “But who is she?” He inquired. Philip didn't know her name, but after the doctor reminded him of the woman who came to his office earlier, he could immediately recall. He thanked the doctor happily and left the hospital, feeling better than before. “She's a God-sent,” Philip said excitedly, grinning widely as he walked to the parking lot. The fact that he had to return to that house, the house Elenas’ grandfather gifted them as a wedding gift, sickened him. He had no other option but to return there. Where else could he go? He climbed his scooter and took off. In a matter of minutes and a few seconds, Philip was standing in front of his matrimonial home. All the memories of his home suddenly flooded his mind as they turned void and sour, walking through
“Hello.. hello? He-” Right there, Philip gave up as he felt rejected. He tried her number several times but she didn't respond. From the look of things, he was going to have to beg Richard for the money he turned down earlier. It was already getting dark. Where would he go? He rested on a wall and bent down tiredly. He heard the sound of a car approaching the gate and he suspected the owner. If it was possible to dig a pit and bury himself inside right now, he would have done it. The security guard opened the gate and Elena drove out. Upon sighting him she raised a brow and said, “Philip, what are you still doing here?” She mumbled, frowning. “Woah, you are one of a kind though. You have nowhere to go, yet you rejected my man's money?” His expression was cold as he snarled. “I don't need your money!” Philip uttered and Elena snorted a laugh of mockery. Philip was baffled by how his wife's attitude towards him changed so quickly. Did he mean so little to her? “You are so p
Philip asked, with confusion boldly embedded on his face.”My parents ?”He wondered how the divorce issue he had just shared with her was related to his parents. He started to feel like he was giving too much information to a stranger. The question is was she a stranger?Clarissa remained quiet, making herself invisible because she felt they were having a serious conversation. But Lady Margaret didn't mind; she was like family after all. Clarissa's mother used to be Lady Margaret's caretaker for years, but now that her mother has passed, she decided to stick around and help out despite the number of maids in the huge mansion.She was fond of her, and Lady Margaret adored her. She watched Clarissa grow into the woman she has become today and supported her and her mother endlessly.Lady Margaret asked, “Are they alive?”“No, madam. I'm an orphan” Philip answered her. “Oh, I see.” She became quiet, letting out a faint smile, “But you should have known them ?” Philip explained,“ Back t
Lady Margaret moved around the house nervously as a heavy realm of silence enveloped the William's villa. Clarissa's eyes sprouted, shooting a troubled look. "Grandma please drink your green tea. You need to calm down" Everyone was eagerly awaiting the doctor's arrival. Lady Margaret could not take her gaze off the foyer, staring at the doorway as if her life depended on it.Philips was glued to the couch, his eyes fixed on Lady Margaret, his palms damp with sweat, and his heart beating out of his chest nonstop.He felt a glimmer of hope while he waited patiently for the doctor, glancing at the wall clock from time to time.If he were truly Lady Margaret's grandson, he was going to make Elena pay for her actions! “I'll make sure they all regret what they have done, they shall cower at my feet!” He muttered quietly to himself.Doctor Gray, Lady Margaret's family physician, arrived promptly. Without delay, a DNA test was carried out right away and sent to the lab for results. "I'll
After Philips' cold request, he lowered his head respectfully and waited for her response. A bodyguard in a dark suit approached her, lowered himself, and guarded his words as he whispered into their ear. Suddenly, she stood up and picked up her handbag swiftly. She had to leave quickly for an important meeting. Though She was old, she remained very active and agile. Lady Margaret uttered with urgency evident in her voice, “Let's do this when I get back. We will talk about this when I am back.” He nodded and smiled faintly in agreement. Then he and Clarissa watched her walk to the doorway, leaving them both alone. The air grew awkwardly silently as they stared into each other's eyes like strangers. Clarissa wished he was able to remember her but he couldn't. She observed he wasn't much of a talker, but she stayed quiet and waited for him to say something, anything! She was doing all the talking earlier and it made her feel like she was doing too much. Philip just sto
"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 or i