The security guard pointed Camille's way before the owner of the party could come over to settle the problem or drive anyone away.As the coppers approached Camille's seat, the other women around her who were clearly drenched in jealousy, began to snicker.Camille's face reddened in both embarrassment and anger. Anger at the women and anger at Arthur because heaven knew what he had done this time that the copper's didn't even wait for him to go home.“Excuse me ladies but I'm looking for a Mr. King?” One of the police officers said.“There are more than one Mr. King,” Camille decided to say. “Even at this party alone there are more than one Mr. King.”She knew that she couldn't stall forever and the fact that all of this was happening right in front of the women. All of them where horrific gossips.“Is there a problem officers?” Anthony walked over and decide to diffuse the situation.“We're looking for a Mr. King.” The police officer repeated and Anthony had on his face the look that
“You did what?!” Anthony screamed from the other side of the table. “How the hell do you go from having almost a hundred million dollars to having a debt of two hundred million? In one night!”He looked like he might fly over the desktop to strangle his son. The veins on his neck bulged furiously and his hands clenched in angry fists.“You told me to get more money from where it came from!”“I remember also telling you to keep the one you have,” Anthony pressed his cuffed hands, palm down on the table. “Which move would've been the smart one, Arthur?”“You wouldn't be saying this if I had actually brought back almost a billion so don't act as if I just tossed the money into a ditch. I did the same thing you would have done.”“No, Arthur,” Anthony shook his head slowly. “No one would have done what you did. In theory yes, it's a probability but in reality no one would sink the family in quick sand like you just did. Everyone else has a crucial thing you seem to sorely lack, a freaking
Arthur won the first time, just as he had predicted. A good three million dollars. Extremely low compared to what he'd been making before but a good start. He won again the next time. He had done this for so long and had become so familiar with the pattern.Actually the secret method to winning the game had been changed slightly but Arthur had been playing it for long enough that he could find out the new pattern by simply watching from the sides as other players won and lost. His winning streak continued. He was almost at fifty million dollars but he knew that he could get much more than that so he tried again. And he lost.He thought about the money he had made just that night and couldn't let it go. He thought about the money he'd lost the other day at this table and couldn't let it go even more. He put in more of the money he'd come with and he lost. He wanted to take a step back but in the heat of the moment he worried that he might lose his chance. He might lose his luck. He too
Arthur could not believe that he had lost. He did everything exactly the way he ought to so that he could win, unless they decided to disregard the rigging system. He argued and almost claimed that the man himself had cheated but there was no way that would not come back to bite him in the ass. He had no choice but to stand quietly as the man's guards patted him down for every dime on him.“Here,” one of the guards stretched out a hundred dollar note to him. “So you can get home.”Arthur looked around at the crowd that gathered around him. How could he, Arthur King, accept pity money from the guy who just ruined him. He couldn't stomach it so he walked out of the room.He didn't stop until he was out in the clean air, away from the noise and the smells. He screamed and kicked a fire hydrant on the side of the road. It hurt his foot but he couldn't feel it at the moment, he cursed colorfully into the night air but that would not do him much good. He still had a bit of money in his acco
Arthur returned home without even the strength to scream. He had to do something. He couldn't let things stay like this but he didn't know what to do. As he buried himself in glass after glass of alcohol, an idea snuck up on him. What if he managed to convince Luthan to help him?The more he nursed the idea, the more it seemed more plausible. He had to get over two hundred million dollars in a week for the casino owner if he wanted to live, he also had to get two hundred million dollars to deliver on their end of the deal with the Reigns and finally, he had to get enough money to get his father out of jail. He could not think of a single place that he could get that money from very easily.How did things turn out like this? How is it that while he and his father struggled with a debt of over five hundred million dollars, at the cusp of bankruptcy, Luthan swam in cash? All the anger that would normally explode out of him in a rage suddenly condensed into tears. He didn't expect it at a
Three years ago, Luthan King had returned home from prison, hoping to be received warmly by his family, especially his younger brother, Arthur, whom he had gone to jail for. Yet, he was met with harsh gazes and cruelty. “Luthan?” Camille, his wife, who was now heavily pregnant with his brother's child, exclaimed, face white as a sheet. “What are you doing here?”Luthan's eyes remained fixed on her protruding stomach, eyes widening in shock. “You're pregnant?” He exclaimed, raising his voice in exclamation. Camille staggered back in shock, unable to meet his eyes. “Honey who was…” Arthur, his younger brother, paused by the stairs, shocked to see Luthan in the mansion. “Aren't you supposed to be in prison?”Luthan was at a loss for words, overwhelmed with emotion. Seven years in prison and he had returned to a pregnant wife and a brother who seemed irritated by his presence. “You haven't answered my question, Luthan. What is an ex-convict doing in the prestigious Kings mansion?” Ar
Luthan's fury was evident on his face after hearing those words. He knew that the Lynns never accepted Mary as part of their family but selling her off was just too much. He didn't know much about the Carters but one thing was certain. He was going to her back tonight.The Carters were currently hosting a big celebration. It was Lionel Carter’s birthday and as the eldest member of the family, it was a high-end event and strictly on invitation.The family had a net worth of roughly eighty million dollars, and as such, the invite was closed to anyone below the benchmark of twenty million dollars.All the influential families were present at this event, including the Kings. On arrival at the hotel, the guards got the door and Luthan stepped out. His eyes scanned the hotel briefly. He couldn't remember the last time he had been to such a cheap hotel but he wasn't there to stay. The plan was to retrieve Mary and leave.His Porsche had already attracted the attention of the guests, as m
Everyone present in the event centre stared at this man who just walked in. No one knew his name or even saw his face on the papers except Arthur, of course.He stomped over to Luthan and grabbed his shirt. “What are you doing here? Are you trying to embarrass me here? How did you even get in?” Arthur demanded.Luthan merely stared coldly at him while his guards tore Arthur away from him. Lionel Carter was displeased with the distraction. His guard rolled him in his wheelchair to the centre of the room. “That's enough!” He stated. This is my birthday, and you don't get to act however you please. Young man, who are you?”Kimberly stepped forward. “Father, he just sent twenty million dollars to our family account as a birthday gift to you,” She announced. Gasps erupted from the halls.“That is simply ridiculous!” Lionel exclaimed but Kimberly showed him the alert on her phone. The guests mumbled amongst themselves. Who was this man that could decide to just give out twenty million