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
0003There 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
0004 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 n
0005: 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
0006: “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 a