Camila was still crying. She had tried to escape but there was no luck. She had not eaten anything and she was hungry. She wondered how techboy was feeling. She couldn't stop blaming herself for dragging him into her mess. While she was crying out her eyes, the door opened and Abraham walked in.“Why is Cinderella crying?” He asked, laughing as he took a look at her very well. “My beautiful sister,” he said, trying to touch her on her cheeks but Camila removed her face. He chuckled. “As expected,” he said, sitting next to a chair, facing her. “You're really lucky. Your family cares so much about you. My intels tells me that they've paid every search party to look for you but they don't want the news to be leaked while that young man is going to die tomorrow,” he said as Camila looked at him. She began to cry.“Please, release me and let him go. You don't really have to go down this way. I promise, we won't send the police after you. Just let me go and stop all this,” Camila pleaded bu
“Damn Sheila, you drive me crazy,” he said, kissing her on her neck. “You don't know what you do to me,” he whispered, licking her earlobe. This action caused Sheila to shiver.“You also don't know what you do to me,” Sheila said as they kissed again. While they were kissing, someone entered the garden which caused them to separate. Duncan groaned while Sheila breathed hard. She tried to control her breathing when she heard Abraham's voice. Her heart began to beat as she and Duncan looked at each other. He placed his fingers on his lips, telling Sheila to be quiet which she did.“You boys should be ready. He'll surely choose his girlfriend. Get ready to kill the other person. I'll send you the location on where to drop the body,” Abraham said, disconnecting the call. When he was done smoking, he walked inside the house as Sheila turned to Duncan.“Who is the other person he was talking about?” She asked as he told her everything. “You need to get going. I don't want you to be caught h
The venue was decorated elegantly with dark, glowing colors that complemented the flashy dresses worn by the guests. Keith Thompson graced the hall with his demeaning presence. He stood out perfectly amongst the guests, dressed impeccably in a black fitted three-piece suit that clung to his muscular build. His short black hair was slicked back, and his black piercing eyes watched the woman at the other side whose blonde hair bounced up and down her shoulders as she moved gracefully through the room. That woman was Sheila Hockings, Keith's new wife. She tagged behind her mother greeting the guests. The wedding was exactly how Sheila dreamed it to be, and Keith made sure to make it to her pleasing. Now the weight on his fingers where the ring lay served as a reminder of the success of this day. Keith had many things to be grateful for, like his skyrocketed business. He was now a man with a net worth of a hundred and ten million dollars, all his years of striving with businesses, takin
Sheila frowned, yanking out the piece of paper with a bank logo sticking out of the mailbox, and with piqued curiosity she made her way back into the house. She proceeded instantly to rip the letter open and caught a glimpse of the name Thompson, to whom the letter was addressed. With a frown, she skimmed through its content. Her eyes widened with shock, soon replaced with irritation and anger.At the sound of approaching footsteps, she moved her attention from the letter to watch hier father descend the stairs. She growled, handing him the letter. "He hasn't made any money." "What do you mean?" Her mother's voice followed as she exited the kitchen."Keith is a broke loser," Sheila said.Her mother chuckled dryly, although her face showed no sign of amusement. "Tell me something I don't know.""His bank wants him to file for bankruptcy," her father explained.Her mother's brows scrunched up in consideration, "But then those jobs?""He just leeches unto us that good for nothing." Her
Keith flinched, staring at Sheila from where she stood almost completely shielded behind Frank with a smirk plastered on her face."Not so brave now, are you?" Mr. Hockings mocked. He kept his gaze on Sheila, staring deep into her eyes wondering what happened to the kind and considerate Sheila. Her attitude hurt the most because she was his only hope and solace against the hardship of the world."Did he bother you?" Frank asked Sheila with a worried frown and that caused an unsettling feeling within Keith. Keith glared in confusion, then asked Frank, "Why would you become friends with the Hockings? What's with the sudden friendship?" Frank smirked, "I don't see any problem, Keith, they are free from their debt, there is no reason to hold a grudge. You should be concerned with yourself or have you forgotten your responsibility, Keith?"Keith knew Frank was right and he had something more concerning to be worried about. Frank was here to collect the rest of his debt and even if he ha
Keith's smile slowly faded, it was certainly more than a person the footsteps confirmed it. He wiped his sweaty palms against his pants, his heart pounding against his chest. It could be Sheila, but she hadn't come alone. He felt half his anticipation and courage slip away with the hope he managed to establish minutes ago.Sheila soon appeared before him and he assumed she wasn't alone. Her parents stood at each side of Sheila and two cops stationed behind them armed with their batons. Keith gulped down nothing but his heart relaxed a bit when he saw Frank wasn't in attendance."Jeez, Keith, is that you?" Sheila's voice was soft, her lips stretched into a teasing smirk, "I almost didn't recognize you through all the filth," she wrinkled up her nose in disgust.Hurt spilled through Keith, these people had messed up his life despite his sacrifices. Mrs. Hockings regarded him with her head held high and a pitiful look fixed on her face but it was a different story for Mr. Hockings, who w
"Thank you," Keith told the cab driver as he exited the car and despite his current peril, he managed a small smile for the man behind the wheel.The man nodded and regarded him carefully. "Are you sure you are at the right place?"Keith took no offense to the man's question and he simply nodded in response.The man didn't look convinced, "You sure I shouldn't wait for you?"Keith shook his head, he wasn't surprised the man asked that, he looked homeless and crazy. "I'm fine. Thank you again." He straightened up, holding his hurting side. The man gave Keith one last look before zooming off. Keith released a breath and twirled around to come face to face with the magnificent building of the city bank. As Keith dragged his feet towards the tall building steps away from him, his mind stumbled upon the thought of Sheila and her family. Not only on the thought of their betrayal but the fact that they had set him up and the possibility of Frank and Sheila being together. He knew the sudden
"Release him," the blonde man who had claimed the title of manager ordered and instantly the guards let him go. It happened so fast that Keith stumbled forward almost crashing into his face but luckily he stabled himself in time."Get back to work," again the blonde man spoke, his voice calm and demeanor screamed of authority and respect. The moment he spoke, the people who had gathered to watch the drama all dispersed, going back to whatever they had been doing, although their curious gaze remained on them as they brushed past."Come with me." The man instructed, staring intently at Keith almost as if to intimidate him but Keith had other pressing concerns than to be bothered about stares and whispers or some man dressed in a fancy suit who was trying to make him squirm.Keith nodded, "Lead the way, Manager," he tried not to sound impatient and sarcastic but Keith doubted it worked. The blonde man twirled around and began moving and Keith didn't need to be told twice as he tagged cl