****In the living room of the Turner mansion, Mr. Turner lounged comfortably on the couch, his face hidden behind a newspaper as the television played softly in the background."These damn headlines again!" he spat, tossing the paper aside in frustration. "Six days, same nonsense. I'm done with it."He stood up, gesturing towards the television he frowned, "Even the news on TV is boring these days. I’d rather go fry in the sun than watch another second of this mind-numbing news," he muttered under his breath as he prepared to leave the room.Just as he turned to walk away, something on the television made him halt in his tracks."It's no secret to anyone in this country that the Gibson family's heir, Mr. Gibson, tragically passed away a few months ago..." Mr. Kane's voice came through the speakers."Mr. Kane? What's he doing on the news now?" Mr. Turner's brows knitted in confusion as he turned back to face the television. "At last, finally the Gibson heir has decided to unveil himse
"Of course we remember," one of the men snapped, his frustration evident. "He was disowned and banished after his father discovered he was behind the attack and framed his own brother for it. But what does that have to do with saving ourselves?""Gosh, how can you be so shortsighted?" Mr. Turner groaned, slamming his hand against his forehead. "If Mr. Wade were still here, he'd understand exactly what I mean. The rest of you are no better than children!”Mr. Turner sighed, lowering his voice to a near whisper. “We all know how obsessed Alexander has always been with becoming the heir. What if we join forces with him, convince him to reclaim what he believes is rightfully his? He’s selfish and ruthless—he’ll agree. Not only would we save ourselves, but we’d also form a powerful alliance with the new Gibson heir once he takes control.”The other three men exchanged uneasy glances, they were clearly not buying with Mr. Turner’s idea."How is that even possible?" Mr. Kingsley snapped. "No
"Nice question. That’s what you should’ve asked earlier, instead of throwing insults at us," Mr. Turner sneered. He leaned back, then added calmly, "Aren’t you going to offer us a seat first? Maybe some wine? Then we can start talking." “Why should I? You are not welcome guests in my house,” Alexander snapped.“Believe me we are, you will consider us the most valuable guests in eight years after you’ve heard what we have to say”.Still frowning, Alexander hesitantly gestured towards a couch without saying a word and the men made themselves comfortable."And what about the wine? Haven’t you had your servants bring it yet?" the obese Mr. Montclair asked, his tone laced with curiosity."No one’s giving you anything—not even water," Alexander snapped, his voice edged with irritation. "Now, tell me why you’re here and leave!""Relax, Alexander," Mr. Turner interjected, trying to lighten the mood. "Don’t mind Montclair, the man’s always hungry. His wife even complains that he wakes up in t
The atmosphere was calm and steady when a convoy of ten cars arrived and parked in the parking lot of a certain restaurant in the city.A total of thirty to forty security men dressed in sleek black suits with black glasses on emerged from the vehicles. They scanned the surroundings with sharp precision before one of them opened a car door, revealing August.Since he wasn’t hiding his identity anymore, Mr. Kane insisted he took so much security with him.The onlookers were stunned by the grandeur of the convoy, so they began to gather around, curious to see which powerful figure would emerge from the cars."Look! It's the Gibson heir!" one exclaimed, pointing towards August with wide eyes as recognition spread through the crowd. “Oh my, he’s even more handsome in person. I can’t stop blushing,” one of the women in the crowd gushed.“I need to get a picture with him. The most powerful man in the city! That’ll blow up my social media for sure,” another chimed in as he eagerly retrieved
“Tell me, Tina,” Mia continued, her words even more accusing. "Does our friendship, the one we’ve had since childhood, mean nothing to you? How could you betray me like this?" "Mia?!" Tina’s face twisted with confusion, her chest tightening as she struggled to make sense of her friend’s words."It’s only been four months, Tina. Four months!" Mia hissed, holding up four fingers as she stepped closer, her voice barely a whisper. "And already, you’re flirting with my husband. Don’t you have any shame?"Tina’s jaw dropped with the weight of the accusation hanging in the air. She opened her mouth to speak but the words were stuck in her throat.August frowned, he was already angered enough that Mia walked in to disrupt this special moment. Accusing Tina even made him angrier. Husband? What was Mia even talking about?"Is it really so hard for you to find your own man? Why must you meddle in my marriage?" Mia’s voice rang with bitterness, each word laced with disappointment.Tina was not j
Chapter one"Hey waiter! Bring us a bottle of Champagne, and make sure it’s the expensive stuff!""We need another round of caviar, pronto!"The cacophony of calls for more food and drinks were like symphony to the Manager’s ear, as the night was already signaling to be a historic sale for the restaurant.August was just one among the almost dozen waiters that had lost count of how many times they exited the VIP section carrying orders with them and returned with trays, it looked like they were not stopping anytime soon. He returned with a bottle of Champagne headed to the table that still had more than ten untouched cognac bottles comfortably seated between five menAs he approached the table he could hear one of them say, “Just two more bottles and am done. I have an appointment with my girlfriend tonight, it’s been three long years and I don’t want to… You know what I mean” The man said jokingly and the men erupted into laughter.Clink! Clink! Clink!“Attention everyone!” a voice c
Chapter TwoMia quickly pushed the man off her body, and reached for the blanket to cover her naked self. “Au-August! You are back already?” She stammered.August was having a battle between his eyes and brain at the moment. Could his eyes be deceiving him? His jaw dropped, leaving his mouth widely open like he could swallow an entire watermelon in one gulp. He tried to voice out his disbelief, but no words came out. The jewelry pack in his hands dropped to the floor in shock. Was it truly his wife engaged with another man? Or was it her look-alike? Or maybe was he dreaming.“Who the f*ck are you?” The man asked angrily, hastily grabbing his innerwear from the floor to cover himself. “Mia! Please tell me this is a dream. I am dreaming right? Tell me this is not reality, please!”August didn’t care about the man’s identity, he did not even bother to stare at his face. His frustrations and questions were directed towards his wife.Mia couldn’t even raise her head to stare her husband
Chapter ThreeIf Mia got the police to arrest him he was definitely going to rot in jail, he had nobody else to bail him. Considering the fact that Tom was a Turner made matters worse, the family would use their influence to make sure he is never released.The thought of it made August consider an alternative, to run. He hurriedly ran to the outside leaving Tom still groaning on the floor while Mia yelled from behind him. “Where are you going August? You can run but you can’t hide forever, the police will definitely find you”.But it was worth a try, he ran as fast as he could and managed to exit the house before the police arrived. At that moment he wished he had done more than break Tom’s nose, maybe broke a few fingers in addition. The damage was done, he only broke his nose but the whole police in the Aurora Bay were searching for him.Walking on the open streets would increase the chances of the cops sighting him, so he laid low and took the back alleys instead. Mia’s betraya