Long after the third family had gone, a commotion arose at the entrance of the Pitt family home. "Holy shit, isn't that the helmsman of the Kingston family?! I didn't know the Pitt family was also acquainted with them!" Someone commented. "No one knew the two families were acquainted. The Pitt family have been getting lucky lately!" Another person interjected. Theo had graced the party with his two grandsons, Robin and Jude. As Theo walked towards a surprised Sarah, he didn't fail to look around hoping he'd see who he came for. He soon stopped in front of Sarah and made way for Robin and Jude who held nicely wrapped gifts. "Happy birthday, Mrs. Pitt. This is for you." "They talk like they're very acquainted with each other. Are they?" "Perhaps, the Kingston family is the family Alice made friends with." Those words were said by other members of the Pitt family and Alice who had never gotten the opportunity to see Robin or Jude before, blushed in embarrassment. She thought s
"Is anything the problem?" Adair heard Collette ask. He smiled and shook his head. "Of course not." "Collette, whose money are we coming to spend? Are you sure it isn't yours?" Layla continued whining as the family of four walked into Kings Hotel. At that moment, Jordan arrived at the rooftop of the building next to Kings Hotel. There, there was a woman in a red dress leisurely looking down. "You shouldn't be here." Jordan scoffed, taking cautious steps towards her. "Jordan Hale. I've been meaning to meet you." The woman chuckled, ignoring his harsh words. "You're the last person I want to see." Jordan said icily. "Watch your tone, young man. No matter what, I'm still the mother of your master." She scoffed. "Martha Huxley, do you have no shame calling yourself his mother despite hunting him for as long as you've existed?" "What can I say? He did kill my children, his siblings and it's only right that he reunites with them soon. I'm doing him a favor." Martha muttered with a
"Lord Adair!" Jordan called out again, sweeping the place with his eyes while breathing heavily. His words were slurred as the effect of the vervain Martha had injected into him had kicked in. Hence, the two women didn't hear what he said but Benjamin who was sitting rather close to the door looked him over.Wasn't this Jordan Hale? A brigadier general in the army? Is he also one of Adair's men? One of his vampires?Collette, who recognized him, sprang up on her feet when he fell to the floor with a loud thud, struggling to keep his eyes open. "Mr. Hale, what do I do?" She asked anxiously, moving closer to him. Jordan clenched his jaw as he held the hem of her top tightly, "Take my phone and call a number saved as DFA. They'd answer immediately and when they do, tell them who you are and what happened to me…" Anxiously, she placed a finger underneath his nose to make sure he was breathing. Afterward, she took out his phone. Even though his words were slurred, Collette made out a
"Oh, come on, Zane. I was just teasing y'all. If I really wanted Collette dead she'd be dead. You know that, don't you?" Martha scoffed, stretching her body. A gust of wind blew into the room almost immediately and there was Adair, breathing heavily, his hands, body and face covered in blood. His eyes anxiously swept across the room in search of Collette. When his eyes collided with hers, he breathed out a sigh of relief and relaxed. However, he couldn't help noticing the fear in her eyes and the sound of her racing heart. "Don't worry, I did nothing to her. We just had a brief chat before your men rudely interrupted." Martha snickered, her face stretching into a smile. "But you should've at least cleaned up after murdering that poor waiter in the restroom." Adair clenched his jaw tightly as he slipped both hands into his pockets. "I thought you were dead." "Why? You wanted me dead?" Martha mused in amusement. "That would've been better." "Now, Adair, that's not the right way
In a penthouse, Adair angrily pushed things on the floor in the penthouse's study. By the time he calmed down, the whole room had become a big mess.Jordan, Zane and Iris stood before him with their heads lowered to the floor. They would shiver when Adair broke anything. "It's my fault. I put Collette in danger." Iris grimaced, gulping down nervously. "If I hadn't been so busy I would've known when Martha came into Crest Ville with her men." The words were yet to roll off her to give fully when a gust of wind blew past her and something crashed behind her. She cringed, digging her nails into her arms, but refrained from looking up. This was the Adair she knew. He stayed far away from Crest Ville because he couldn't bear his murderous self being around innocent humans. He had a hard time keeping his murderous aura in check until when she found him a year ago as the husband of Collette. "Forgive me, Lord Adair." She completed her plea by falling on her knees. "Get up!" She heard h
Silverton CountyBrilliance Corporations, one of the companies owned by the Maron family. In the large conference room with dozens of chairs lined on both sides of the table were men and women clad in official business suits. They seemed to be aggrieved as they pointed at something on their tablets to the one seated on the chair meant for the president of the company. Aster, who had on a sharp red suit, her hair down and a file on the table with her head lowered on it, turned the pages, paying a deaf ear to their words. Her action angered the elderly men who claimed she was being insolent! "Your father has been the president of this company for years and something like this has never happened! Why is it that the company is about to be ruined in your hands?" "Nothing good can come from a girl child running a company! They should stick to being subordinates and helping hands to the males!" "Hey! Watch your language or you'll have it out with me? What nonsense do you mean by that?
Crest Ville Zane stopped his car before a bubbling bar. It was ten minutes past midnight and as expected, the place was bubbling with those who made a living from it and others who were just jobless, in search of the temporary enjoyment the place had to offer even though they'd be milked dry of their hard earned money. "Even a vile person like me finds it repulsing to be here." Zane huffed in exhaustion, alighting from the car. He slipped his keys into his pocket and walked into the club. It was his fifth day stalking the scoundrel called Kelvin. Zane thought he was just as annoying as his name sounded. "Bourbon please." Zane called out to the bartender whilst getting comfortable on one of the chairs stationed round the bar. The bartender got to work immediately and delivered the requested drink seconds later. Zane took it to his lips and drank from it, his eyes roaming the entire room in search of Kelvin."Looking for me?" He heard and swiftly turned around. Standing behind h
"Which department are you from?" Mercy asked Iris with a frown. Iris raised her eyes and shot the latter a warning look. Something in her eyes made Mercy go quiet as she watched Iris lower her head before Adair again. Adair on the other hand didn't acknowledge her as he kept on stomping on the captain leisurely. After a long time, he finally stopped and took two steps backward. Slipping both hands into his pocket, he glanced up at Iris with a dark smile and ordered. "Fire them all." Only then did something in everyone's head snap. Fire them all? They thought he was bluffing when they all felt their phones vibrate in their pocket. They took it out and much to their surprise, they realized the company had fired them without remorse. With bulging eyes, they all fell on their knees in front of Iris. "We- had no idea Collette Huxley was related to you, ma'am. In fact, we had no idea you were acquainted with her husband!" One of them cried out. Adair had long walked out with a stiff
"Hello, stranger." Collette heard as she picked up an apple. She didn't need to turn around to confirm who it was. "If you hadn't shown up, I'd have been left with no choice than to believe that you have a conscience." Collette smiled, her back still turned to Hannah. "Conscience?" Hannah scoffed and walked to the shelf housing the apples. "I wasn't in a very good place when I put you in a coma which unfortunately lasted for seven years. In those seven years, Adair hasn't been much of a good ex-lover and he's been hurting. Staying out of sight and reach was the only way to guarantee my safety and that of my brother's." "Ah, I see." Collette smiled, then turned to face Hannah squarely, "My mom has absolutely no idea that her daughter was in coma for seven years. But she's throwing a feast for her return to Crest Ville after seven years of traveling the world. And everyone's invited. Even her enemies aren't left out." "Strange. Your mother doesn't strike me like such a magnanimous w
Seven Years Later A redhead, clad in baggy pants and a crop top which left her belly button out in the open, nimbly walked up the stairs of the hospital and walked towards an elevator. The elevator opened to reveal a couple making out in it. They quickly composed themselves and lowered their heads in embarrassment when they saw her. The girl smiled and placed leaned on the elevator, closing her ears as she listened to the soft sound made by the elevator as it headed up. After three minutes, the elevator slid open, and she walked out of it, what looked like a school bag, slung across her shoulder. Behind her, the couple in the elevator couldn't help poking out their head in both surprise and awe just before the doors of the elevator closed again and sent them back. This was because no one apart from the family of the person on this floor was allowed up. And it was no news that the family of this person who occupied the whole floor owned the foundation. Collette Foundation. A found
Despite Tucker's threats, Adair didn't bother with him as he bent over and carried Benjamin in his arms. “Kill her.” Tucker spoke into his phone. However, he heard nothing from the owner of the phone. “I think he's dead.” A familiar voice sounded instead. “Jordan? Of course, you're alive, and Adair had everything contained as usual.” Tucker seethed angrily and quickly left the store. He hadn't gotten far when some men, who had their faces covered, walked up to him. Almost immediately, a van pulled in front of them, and he entered the van with them. Tucker hissed numerous times as he tried his best to contain the fact he lost to Adair once again. The van drove for over an hour before it stopped under a tunnel. Tucker alighted from the van and got into a black Lincoln which was parked just beside it. The Lincoln drove out afterward and headed straight to a seven-star hotel. “Why am I being summoned when I haven't done anything?” Tucker complained as soon as he walked into a privat
It took Adair precisely eleven minutes to get to where Tucker held Halsey and Benjamin hostage. He walked in on Tucker spraying something on an unconscious Benjamin. But despite being unconscious, Benjamin would wince in pain whenever it touched him. “Don't you feel ashamed picking on someone lesser than you?” Adair mocked, making his presence known. His words didn't deter Tucker, who kept throwing the water at Benjamin. “Who said he's lesser than I? Someone who Adair Huxley calls father-in-law isn't lesser than me.” “That's that, but I still don't see how a man in his early forties is a threat to you who's more than a thousand years old.” Adair shrugged and found himself a chair to sit on. Tucker dropped the spray he held on the table and glanced above his shoulders to see Adair's cold eyes. “Those cold eyes. Why does it seem like you turned off your emotions?” Tucker asked in surprise. He was yet to hear the news about Collette getting into an accident, since Adair's men were
“No!” Zane yelled and got up to his feet as soon as possible. However, Sharon didn't fall like he expected because someone else had taken the bullet for her. “Grab her and get out of here.” Jordan hissed, as he dug his claws into his chest and pulled out the bullet lodged in it. Tucker raised his brow before flinging the gun away. “Jordan Hale. It's been a long time.” “I hoped you'd be dead by this time of the year. What a pity that good people die early, while bad people live the longest.” Jordan said in spite. “True. That's why you, Adair, Hannah and I have lived this long.” Tucker chuckled. He had better things to do, such as torturing someone with the name Benjamin Pitt, so he didn't want to waste time with Jordan. Without another word, he rushed towards Jordan and grabbed him violently by the neck, then threw him hard against the wall. Cobweb-like cracks appeared in the spot where Jordan came in contact with. The temporary pain didn't deter him, as Jordan got up almost imme
Adair and Hannah stared at each other for a long time. Then she lowered her head to her phone and increased its volume. “A few minutes ago, there was a ghastly accident which involved a drunk driver and a beautiful young woman. It's revealed that she bears the name Collette Huxley and is married to the multi-billionaire, Adair Huxley. This happened along…" The reporter's words were drowned out as soon as Adair's phone which was beside him rang out. “Hold on, I think I forgot to say I also compelled the driver to ram into her, then hand himself over to the police afterward. Don't you think I have a great sense of justice?” Hannah giggled. Adair reached for his phone and went numb when he saw it was a call from Collette. He first exhaled in relief when he realized Hannah was just messing with him. “Wife, are you alright?” He asked anxiously as soon as he answered the call. “This is Garrison Hospital, is this Adair Huxley, Collette Huxley's husband?” An unfamiliar voice asked inst
Martha's Penthouse Martha walked into the house to find Tucker drinking like he had been doing for the past three days. She had a book in her hand, which she handed over to him. “I was on my way in when someone said there's a parcel for you. All they need is your signature saying you've received it before they leave.” “A parcel? I didn't order anything.” Tucker frowned, refilling his glass with whiskey. “They can't be mistaken because your name is in this book.” Martha sighed, placing the book on the table. Tucker's phone buzzed at that moment, and he glanced at it only to exhale in disappointment, seeing it was a commercial message. “I can turn them away if that's what you want.” Martha said, reminding him there was still something for him to do. Reluctantly, Tucker reached for the book and signed it. Martha took it and left the house. She returned later with a coffin-like wrapped package. “Is it just me or does it look like a coffin?” Halsey asked, appearing from nowhere. S
1627, Crest Ville Main MarketThe sun was bright and hot when it came in contact with the skin of humans as usual, but this didn't stop them from carrying out their daily activities. Among them was a woman who went from stall to stall asking one question, “I buy vervain for a very handsome price. Do you have any to sell to me?” Suddenly, she got pulled into a corner by an elderly woman. “Going around the market asking for who has vervain is the most stupid plan I've heard in a long time. It'll only be a matter of time before he finds out what you're doing. Get a grip on yourself, Hannah!” The elder woman berated the younger one. Hannah, who had her red hair held up neatly with a pin and had on a simple floral gown, sighed and shrugged the woman's hand away. “I know what I'm doing, and I'm more careful than usual. For example, do you know Jordan is walking around the market as we speak?” Hannah scoffed. “Jordan Hale? Adair's right-hand man?” The elderly woman asked to confirm th
Adair stayed home the next day, much to the surprise of Collette. “Are you staying at home because you want to, or you're staying at home, so I won't be kidnapped like yesterday?” Collette asked guiltily. She was currently sitting in front of her working table while Adair laid on the bed fiddling with his phone. When he heard her, he paused and towards her. “I'm thinking of getting you a rope. We'll tie it on our waists, so we don't wander far from each other whenever we go out together.” Adair said, a little too serious. Collette, who was about to laugh, froze. Wait, what? “You're not serious, right?” She asked in horror. Adair, who initially had his serious face on, laughed and got out of bed. He walked up to her and shrugged, “It's no longer safe to leave you at home. Especially with Tucker and Hannah around.” “Hannah mentioned something called vervain. She explained to me, it was something capable of keeping vampires from messing with our head. Why don't you get it for me?”