The cold evening air filled Charles home as he and Vera sat, nursing his physical and emotional wounds. The encounter at the private jet and the subsequent showdown at his hotel had left him battered and bruised, but more determined than ever. Ice packs and pain relief medications were hastily put to use as they talked about their next line of action. However, a call disrupted their conversation and it was from the manager of his hotel. He hesitated for a moment before picking up the call. The voice on the other end was urgent, and it carried news that churned his stomach.“Mr. Charles.” The manager said urgently. “We have a problem. Some government officials are here and they are trying to shut down the hotel. In fact, they are already evacuating everybody and I decided to call you.” Charles rose from his seat immediately, his hands trembling with fury. “Who is in charge of this evacuation?” “I don’t know Sir!” The manager replied. “They are not even permitting me to ask questions
Charles drove back to the hotel, the form given to him by the party president safely tucked away in his pocket. This form marked his official entry into the upcoming elections, a significant step in his journey to challenge Mr. George, the corrupt governor. With this form in hand, George would no longer have the rights to shut down his company.He placed a call to his manager. “Hello, what is going on there? Are they still evacuating the staff?” “Yes Sir!” The manager responded. “In fact, they are harassing some of them. The officers are beating up some of the staff who do not want to leave.”“Just stay there. I’m on my way.” Charles told him and ended the call. He grit his teeth in anger as he drove to the hall with an increased speed. Arriving at the hotel, Charles was shocked to see that some reporters were already there. He knew that George had already fed them lies to tarnish his image. But he considered it as one of the challenges he would face. He had faced setbacks and chal
Angela sat in her lavish sitting room, a room that had witnessed her family's rise and now its fall. The warm sunlight filtered through the elegant curtains, casting a warm glow over her face. Grief clung to her like a heavy shroud as she thought over the loss of the family company, a legacy handed down through generations."I can't believe he did this to us," Angela muttered to herself. Her eyes were fixed on a family portrait hanging on the wall, a painful reminder of happier times.“How could Charles do this to me?” She shook her head in anger. “And then, he befriended that woman. He replaced me with her. Imagine!”Vera had been a constant thorn in Angela's skin since she saw her at Charles’ place. She felt like Charles preferred Vera to her. Her pain increased when he humiliated her in front of Vera.Just as Angela's despair threatened to consume her, the TV suddenly came to life with breaking news. The sight that met her eyes sent shockwaves through her.MR CHARLES LINCOLN IS RUNN
“Charles is not who you think he is. He was my ex husband and I have a lot of dirty information about him.” Angela said to George whose ears were ringing with excitement. “Wow. So you were once married to that man. Tell me everything you know. You will be rewarded handsomely.” Angela, motivated by a deep desire to avenge her family's loss and expose Charles's true character, began to spill all the secrets she knew about him.In George's well-appointed office, Angela's voice was quiet as she let out every detail. "You see, Mr. George, Charles was once a poor delivery man, struggling to make ends meet. His sudden rise to wealth was nothing short of miraculous. In fact, his father kicked him out because he’s an illegitimate son. My family took him in and he abandoned us when he became rich overnight.” George's brows raised with intrigue. "A delivery man? That's quite a transformation. It would take years to become a billionaire from being a delivery man. Charles must have done some di
Charles was in his sitting room, sitting with a glass of wine in his left hand. He was still thinking about the strange call he had earlier, and who could possibly be after his life.It was strenuous to keep thinking about which of his enemies was really bent on killing him. He didn’t think Mark would try to kill him again after sparing his life in exchange for their legacy.He sipped his drink slowly, then placed it on the marble center table. Charles exhaled, and leaned his head back to the chair, staring at the beautiful chandelier on the ceiling. He decided not to worry about who was trying to kill him now as he had another plan on the list.So many plans to pull down those that had mistreated him when he was nothing, and he was patiently, and slowly going to rip him off, and next on his list was his father, and step brothers.Charles’ father, Lincoln, threw he and his mother out to the streets, years ago. His father didn’t consider him as well, just because he was adopted. There w
Angela goes to visit George in his company, and this time, when she appeared before the secretary, she smiled at her even if the smile wasn’t genuine.“You can go in, ma’am. He is currently free.” She said, with a smile on her face.“Even if he is having a meeting, I don’t want to wait more than thirty minutes, okay?” She instructed the secretary.“Yes, ma’am.”“Good girl.”Angela was feeling entitled to everything in the company, just because she had sold some secrets worthy of staining Charles, to George, and she felt that she had George wrapped in her hand now.She smiled to herself, and knocked on the door, awaiting George’s approval or response for her to come in.“Come in, please.” George raised his voice from his seat.Angela confidently and sexily walked in, and met George putting a few documents inside his drawer.“Wow, the beauty surprised me with a visit, today.” George said as he looked at her lustfully, and stood up from his seat.He gestured for her to sit at the sofa at
Chapter Fourty OneCharles got back home, and laid down on his bed. The whole court issue that was going to happen between he and his father was going to take place after 3 months, which was the election.He needed to focus on the election, and anything that would deviate his attention which could also cause him to lose the election, would be disregarded. Even with the threats he was getting, and the suspicious movements he was noticing, he wasn’t that much bothered.Charles was bent on attaining success, and he saw all that as obstacles to make him lose his focus on his aims. A message popped up on his phone, and it read:“There is a meeting which would happen at our conference hall, tomorrow. Please ensure you attend.” Charles smiled, and felt proud of his achievement. He never saw himself going towards the political line when he met with the system, but George had pushed him. And once he was done with his little revenge with the position of a governor, he was going to resign.His a
Charles got to the conference room later than he thought he would, and he felt that the party members would think he wasn’t serious as that wasn’t a good start.But they surprised him when they all welcomed him with smiles on their face.“So, now, let’s start. Mr. Charles Lincoln, I hope you do not come late to our meetings again, because we tend to wait for each other until we are all complete. And we can all agree that time is passing by without us doing anything.” The leader voiced out as he sat down.“Yes, I understand. And I apologize for getting here late.” Charles apologized humbly, and sat down as well.“It’s fine. Alright, let’s get to business. First, I congratulate us all for being lucky enough to have Mr. Charles Lincoln by our side as we can all feel in the air that there is a high chance that we’ll win this election.”“Yes, that’s true.” Another member attested, nodding positively at others who reciprocated.Charles smiled, and felt revered and capable.“I’m so glad you a