0016;He started to panic on the stage, his wrinkled forehead bubbling in sweat as he narrowed his gaze at the startled audience with contempt in his eyes.Summoning courage, he measured Clarrissa from top to bottom and replied,“I don't know what you're talking about!” He swallowed the lump in his throat and hid his fidgety hands in his pockets, trying to maintain his composure.“Common Richard. You know exactly what I'm talking about!” Clarrisa snorted and came a little closer to him with visible steam in her eyes. Richards's heart began to beat faster.It was ridiculous to her that he refused to come out clean. She wasn't able to stop herself from coming forward, not after hearing the convincing and heartwarming speech Richard had delivered.But Philip wasn't ready to reveal his identity to the world. He hated what Clarissa was doing and in anger, he paced forward before she said anything stupid. His voice filled the room as he called out to her, “Clarissa!!!”Coming closer, he cle
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
0007: 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 expla