An hour after the scolding by Butler Martin, Mason realized what was at hand. He hadn't planned out his attack on the Huttons, Drake, Williams and Uncle Roger.The soft glow of the vintage lamp cast a warm illumination over the room, emphasizing the seriousness of the task at hand.Masons fingers drummed rhythmically on the polished surface of the desk, his mind a swirling tempest of thoughts and calculations. The various paper spread before him depicted a web of business connections, corporate rivalries, and the potential paths to achieve his ultimate objective, the destruction of his enemies' companies.His sharp, calculating eyes scanned the reports and financial records, each line a piece in the puzzle of his meticulous plan. He leaned back in his leather chair, the creaking sound echoing the weight of his contemplation. Every move he made had far-reaching consequences, and Vincent was a master of orchestrating chaos from the shadows.A map of the city adorned one wall, with ma
As the soft morning light filtered through the curtains, Samantha lay in her bed, her gaze fixed blankly on the ceiling above. The room was hushed, the sounds of early morning barely reaching her ears. Her eyes, usually vibrant, now held a distant emptiness, as if her thoughts were lost in the expanse above her.Her tousled hair spilled over the pillow, a curtain of strands framing her face. The creases on her brow hinted at a mind preoccupied by something beyond the room's confines. The gentle rise and fall of her chest marked the rhythm of her breath, a rhythm that seemed to be the only indication of life in her stillness.She stared at the ceiling above with no meaning. Her mind was adrift, carried away by currents of thoughts that were invisible to anyone else. The events of last were still fresh in her mind.A sense of vulnerability lingered around her, the vulnerability of a mind grappling with its own complexities. It was a moment suspended in time, a moment of introspection.
The room was filled with tension as Sandra paced back and forth in her bedroom in agitation, her cell phone clutched tightly in her trembling hand. Her face was flushed with a mix of worry and anger, and her voice quivered with frustration as she dialed a number.With each ring, her anxiety seemed to intensify, and she muttered impatiently under her breath. Finally, a click on the other end, and a faint, weak voice echoed through the line."Hello?""Sam!" Sandra practically exclaimed, her words rushing out like a tidal wave. "Are you alright?"Samantha sat still on her bed, still trying to recover from the fact that Mason could still be alive, her phone pressed to her ear as she heard the urgency and softness of Sandra's voice on the other end of the line. Her brows were furrowed in confusion, and her fingers idly twirled a strand of hair as she tried to respond. "I.." her voice quivered."Have you seen the news? You won't believe what's happening in the media!"Weakling Samantha as
The atmosphere in the room was charged with tension, a palpable sense of urgency hanging thick in the air. High-ranking members of different companies had assembled hastily for an emergency meeting, and anxiety ran deep among them. At the head of the long, polished table, Drake sat in a chair that radiated authority, his countenance was a mask of calculated composure.His dark, penetrating gaze surveyed the room, taking in the grim faces of those who had gathered. Despite the caliber of people gathered, Drake's demeanor remained calm, his fingers lightly drumming against the polished wood of the table. His confidence was unwavering, an evidence that he was not intimidated by their presence.As each representative presented updates and discussed potential courses of action, Drake's responses were measured and deliberate, his voice calm and collected. It was as if the emergency meeting were a routine affair, not a crisis that threatened his company.The meeting was called because o
The chair revealed Mason dressed in an impeccably tailored suit, he leaned back in his chair, one leg crossed casually over the other.He reclined comfortably, his fingers idly tapping the armrest, and his gaze was fixed directly on the two men who stood before him, their expressions frozen in disbelief.William, his voice trembling, finally managed to speak. "You... you were here the whole time?"Mason's lips curled into a faint, enigmatic smile as he replied, "Yes, I was. It's always interesting to see what people say when they think no one is listening."Drake recomposed himself, trying to play it cool but deep down he was terrified. "What are you doing here, Mason? Shouldn't you be.." he looked him dead in the eye, "at least six feets below the ground?"Mason raised an eyebrow, "aren't you happy to see me, hm?"Drake rolled his eyes, fear building up inside him, "I want you out of here."Mason stood up, his hands hurried into his pockets as he looked at the books on the bookshelf
Mason adjusted in his seat, his back straight and his shoulders squared. He knew that this was a moment that required him to be at his most intimidating, to assert his authority.He took a deep breath, inhaling the faint scent of cigar smoke that hung in the air, and slowly exhaled, letting the tension settle in his chest. With every exhale, his fingers clenched.His eyes, sharp and penetrating, narrowed as he fixed his gaze on the people before him. He allowed a subtle, predatory smile to curl at the corner of his lips, a calculated display of the power he held over them."What next?" He asked nonchalantly like he wasn't planning murder."What next?" Drake asked in turn. "Don't try to act like she isn't your whore, I know all about your little love story."Mason's anger rose at the mention of the word whore but he remained composed."I'm glad you have every detail of my life like the back of your hands but here's something you don't know, you have the wrong girl. I don't know this one
In the living room of the Hutton's family Villa, three Ladies sat as they chatted over some snacks." So Samantha, how did your date with William Carter go?" A brunette asked, a mischievous smile on her face."Yeah, tell us about it, did he finally propose?" A blonde haired lady who seemed to be in her mid twenties chipped in."Hump! If it's not for that good for nothing husband my grandfather insisted on marrying me to, do you think I'll still be here? That loser just had to appear and ruin everything. His presence is enough to ruin even a beggar's mood." The lady referred to as Samantha spat hatefully, disgust apparent on her face."Talking about that useless piece of trash, where did he go today? I haven't seen him since we arrived." The brunette, Sally chirped in."Since he annoyed me yesterday and ruined my romantic time with William, of course, I had to teach him a lesson.He left in the morning to buy toiletries from the market. He's not yet back and I don't care whether he co
Mason had to give his wife Samantha and her other two friends leg massage before he could be allowed to have something to fill his stomach. Nevertheless, he was grateful. He couldn't count the number of times he had to sleep on an empty stomach after getting punished by his mother-in-law who loathed his existence to the core.Night came and after making all the dinner preparation, Mason joined the family for dinner. Ever since he married Samantha, he was reduced to the family's exclusive chef.Although humiliating, he shoved back his bitterness and did everything without any complaints.He was very much aware that a complaint would not end well for him. If anything, it will only land him into serious trouble and trouble is what he has always avoided.The mood at the table was joyous, that's until he made his way and sat next to his wife Samantha.Susan, Samantha's mother and his mother-in-law as usual started picking on him."Hey you useless trash, go get me lukewarm water from the ki