Fury seeped into Charles veins, and he clenched his fist tight as his eyes stayed fixed on the message. Every single word of that message was infuriating. The hand which held the phone squeezed it tight, and his lips was pulled into a tight line.After a few seconds, he forced himself to take a deep breath, but it didn't work, so he took in several deep breaths until the sudden storm that had risen in his chest had settled a little. He was going to get Mark. That he was very sure of, and when he finally caught him, he was going to tear him apart. He would rip him in pieces. He was keeping his anger for him, so when he finally caught him, he would unleash all the rage and fury he had been trying so hard to control. He was going to make him wish he never made it out of his mother's womb.He was going to make him wish he never knew that he, Charles, existed. He was going to make him cry and beg, and if he didn't, well, he was going to wish he could. Charles threw his phone on his bed,
“I guess you are smart enough to recognize my voice, quickly.” She chuckled lightly.Charles had excused himself from Mr. Grayson. He knew that for whatever reason she had called him, it wasn’t good. No matter the plan she had, he had to be one step ahead of her as he couldn’t allow a woman to trump over him especially when he had a lot to do.He was aware that if Josephine had something on him, he wouldn’t be able to achieve his goals anymore as she would find out more secrets about him, and control things from there.“What do you want?” I questioned, coldly.Then she chuckled loudly, and exhaled like she really enjoyed her laughter.“it isn’t a question of what, but who, my darling.” She replied.“Josephine, I do not have time for your pranks and all. Get straight to the point. I’m very busy.” Charles snapped at her, but ensured that his voice didn’t make Mr. Grayson suspicious.“Oh, I see. Alright, let’s meet tomorrow evening at Grand Hotel. I’m currently lodged there.” She informe
Panic rushed through Charles like a flood. The blood on his palm wasn't even red, but black. He could taste the metallic taste blood had thick on his tongue, and he coughed some more. As he coughed, it felt like he wouldn't stop. He wrenched his tie from his neck to enable him to breathe but doing that seemed to drain him faster as he fell to the ground. He tried to use his palm to hold himself but ended up collapsing on the floor. He continued to cough and dark blood dribbled down the sides of his mouth. His chest felt tight, like there was no space for his heart to beat. He had thought he would be fine, not knowing the gas had already done its worst while he had been busy hacking at the door.Was he going like that?The blue sky in front of him wavered, and seemed to split as he faced the heavens, and it was the last thing he saw as the darkness crowded his sight. Luckily for Charles who lay helpless on the floor, a woman looking to be in her mid-forties happened to pass by. She l
He read the message, and he looked away angrily, eager to get her off his back. He didn’t need anyone to stress him mentally just like the way she was doing right now.“If you do not take me seriously the next time, you really would not like what I’m going to do. Let’s meet, tomorrow’s evening, 7pm sharp.”He had read the message again, and then placed his phone on the desk beside him.“I should be discharged when the day breaks.” Charles voiced out, and leaned his head on the pillow.“Well, it depends on how better you’ve gotten.” Vera replied.“I’m much better now. I have somewhere I want to be, by 7pm sharp. I missed it last night, and can’t afford to miss it this night.” Charles made it known to her with a serious expression.“Alright, noted.” Vera nodded her head.Vera walked out of the hospital to speak with the doctors, and ensure Charles was okay.“So, he can get discharged when he wants, right?” Vera asked, to be certain.“Yes, he can. We’ve checked his vitals, and everything
Josephine’s hands became tied up, and she felt really angered, and also wished she had something against him, without involving her.“You win.” She said in anger, and walked out on him.Charles smiled, and stared at her as she left, with her hair bouncing and her heels tapping the ground fiercely. Charles exhaled, and felt relieved.“Finally ticked you off the list.” He said under his breath and sat down to order food.After Charles had dinner, he looked at his watch to see if it was still alright to go out. He wanted to see James in the hospital, so he drove off to the hospital.James was shocked to see Charles walk into his ward. He quickly sat up, and couldn’t maintain eye contact with him.“You don’t have to be that way, James. Although, I’m annoyed because that information could have cost me my life, but at the same time, it wasn’t your fault.”James looked up with teary eyes, and sniffled.“I apologize. Next time, I’ll ensure the information is 100% valid.” James expressed how a
About an hour had passed, and the judge was nice to have waited that long, but there was no sight of Lincoln, nor his sons, Tyson, and Carlos.Charles was beginning to get frustrated, and he could feel his anger, getting to a high peak.“I’ll be gracious enough to give this court case a few more minutes to start, and if Mr. Lincoln doesn’t show up, I’m afraid I would have to postpone this case to another day.” Charles got anxious, and was on his toes, wondering what his father was up to. His father wouldn’t just run off like a coward, by avoiding this important meeting.“Calm down, Charles.” Vera uttered, with a concerned look.She knew that Charles would probably be burning in anger right now, and the worst was that, he couldn’t let it out, right now. This was something that could be eating at him, on the inside.Charles couldn’t respond as he paced around, thinking of what to do after this, and how he could rain fire on his father if he messed this up.“I apologize for my late comi
Charles stared at the judge intently as he looked at the audience ready to give his verdict. He knew he had won. That was sure, but he just couldn't help thinking and wondering if things were going to end in his favor.Most of the time he had always gotten disappointed and although he had been really confident with James' smartness, he could not help but wonder about a negative what-if. The judge's little eyes roamed over the audience and finally opened his lips to speak. "The jurors have deliberated, and have come to a decision." The judge started, and Charles bit the insides of his cheek. "The court has voted in favour of Mr. Charles." He announced, and to Charles, it felt like fireworks burst in his chest. He had succeeded. The judge continued to speak, announcing that his father was to transfer all the documents he had in his possession concerning the case of Charles' mother to Charles, but Charles was lost in the joy he felt at the moment. His hands clenched into fists, not be
The next day, Charles got ready for the meeting he was to have with his father, so he can get all his documents, transferred to him.He walked down to the sitting room, and found James sipping a pineapple juice while waiting for him.“Alright, alright, I’m here. Let’s leave. You’re with the court order, right?” Charles asked, to confirm.“Yes.” James responded firmly as he stood up.Charles nodded his head, and then they both walked out to his car, with his bodyguards, joining in.“Sir, you look really good, today.” Charles’ driver complimented with a happy smile.Charles chuckled, and smacked his lips. “Thank you, John.” He appreciated him, and then leaned backwards on the car seat.They drove off to one of Mr. Lincoln’s companies, and his secretary allowed Charles and James, in, because she recognized Charles, and also knew what he was here for.“Please go in, sir.” She urged, politely.“Thank you.”Charles and James went in, and met a not surprised Mr. Lincoln, and his lawyer, sitt