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Rejection, fear, the devil’s scent and demonic aura lingered the air within the walls of the Masons house. The awkward part isn’t this negativity but what triggers or in this case who triggers it. Short, huge black pupil eyes, a shaped forehead, dark skinned, he wasn’t like the rest, not nanny, not Sam-father of the two brothers-, nor the two brothers. Turns out this difference, the standing out, even his accent wasn’t like any of them, and similar to the germinating of a seed to a natured plant with consistent fresh water, so did his unwanted presence water the hate, despise, growing day by day. His very sight made them boil in anger and worse was they had no reason to hate him they just did, well the brothers mostly. But it wasn’t always like this, was it? Before this abomination of a human being came into their life, the Masons house was ever joyful, cheerful energy cascaded the steps, and ecstasy lingered the air. They say good things are short lived, one fateful morning the night
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His eyes glimpsed and his lashes flashed as he woke up that early morning, “Its 6:30”, he whispered brushing his eyes with his palms. He scanned the master bedroom and stared at the hanging chandelier, he sighed out heavily and rose slightly leaning on the bed’s edge. Sam was discharged early the previous day and his wife happily brought him home where he has slept for the past twelve hours. The white thick sheets were cozy on his feet while his vest warmed his chest, his wife however, was fully tucked for she had much lighter clothing and was still asleep. Calmly he brushed the covers over to his wife and placed his legs on the tiled floor, he walked to the window and pulled the curtains open. The orange yellow horizon was magnificent and the artistic brushes of the clouds was a beauty, Sam opened the windows and the immediate smooth cold breeze kissed his face and the melodies of the birds perked on his garden trees echoed in his drums. Amidst his state he was unaware of the ambush
Last Updated : 2024-08-01The Hated Millionaire Heir Headlines
“Meeting starts in one hour.” She reminded her boss, Tony switched to his wrist watch and noted the current time, 9:30 a.m, he murmured. Pushing his laptop to the side he pulled the day’s newspaper underneath the pile of arranged documents, he paused to wrap the sleeves of his shirt nearing his elbows and leaned on the desk to read the headlines. SUDDEN CHAOS, the bold capitalized heading screamed, below was a picture of a building surrounded by ambulances and fire trucks, the walls were charred and glimpses of press caught in the act casting the news, sipping his mid-morning coffee he flipped to the next page. Tony hadn’t been on the loop for the past three days, he didn’t watch the news or enter into any social platform to know just what was on everybody’s lips, however, Tony wasn’t desperate to get slapped by this bombshell. “I like staying afloat. The less I know the simpler life gets.” He ushered his wisest words, living by his rule Tony shifted his eyes from the second page to
Last Updated : 2024-07-25The Hated Millionaire Heir Unsettled
She watched as she disappeared within the crowd before she called her cab. “Where to Miss?” the cab driver asked, “Kang’s enterprise.” She informed, the driver keyed in the coordinates in the GPS screen on the dashboard and he drove off. It took about an hour before she was at her company’s premises, after paying the cab driver his needed amount she began the walk inside the building. As her flats traversed the ground floor she greeted the receptionist with a fake smile as she headed for the elevator. Patiently she waited for the elevator doors to open, she had a lovely time with her girl pal Angel but now she was left to ponder her greatest fear. “Ding!”, the elevator doors opened, she walked in and the reflective side by side walls mirrored her reflection, she brushed her purse higher before clicking her floor number. A minute or so later the elevator doors closed and up it went with her inside. Ten minutes elapsed and she was settled in her office, placing her purse on the far edg
Last Updated : 2024-07-18The Hated Millionaire Heir Unexpected
Alarms echoed inside the server room, nose tearing rings blasted the walls forcing those inside to exit the building, “Call Sam ASAP!” Rocky ordered. Smoke brewed on the far west of the building, people were still running out coughing, their eyes red and tears flowing. “The fire is from the server room.” Rocky stated, his wrists clipped his waist his elbows poked out, he walked left and right two step and a turn, his worries were evident and reasonable. The fire had managed to spread across the whole basement and somehow to the ground floor, smoke rose from the elevator and filled the reception area. The beautiful inviting arena was now a scene of soot and toxins, “Mr. Sam we have a situation.” The secretary informed. On the other side of the phone Sam placed his newspaper on the table, he wore his glasses and worriedly he asked, “What happened?”, “Sir its best you see for yourself.” The voice imposed. “I’m on my way.” Sam remarked ending the call, “Honey we have to go.” He ushered
Last Updated : 2024-07-15The Hated Millionaire Heir Don’t lie
Her fingers thoroughly canvased her purse, she dipped in each pocket but still she couldn’t find them, “Where are those damn keys!” she cursed. After her meetup with Tony Abigail walked straight home thinking on whether she made the right call or not, however it was at the door did she realize she couldn’t find her keys. Normally the kyes were at the bottom of her purse after the tissues, napkins and other necessities, but today they weren’t there, desperate and stressed Abigail poured down the purse contents. She squatted with her legs closed and brushed over all her quantities, once, twice, she repeatedly brushed till she confronted the truth that she lost her keys. Affirmed of her suspicions she packed all that she poured back in and pulled out her phone, she went straight to her contacts and on the search bar she keyed the contact “Sis”, the named contact appeared which she clicked, she then placed the phone’s microphone piece on her ear as the call rang, rang, and rang.On the
Last Updated : 2024-07-06The Hated Millionaire Heir I’m sorry I can’t
Time had passed since the sisters were reunited, to catch up for the years of absentia for the other Angel pitched the idea Abigail joins her apartment, incapable of saying no simply because she too wanted the same Abigail moved in with her sister. “You still have your space and the top bunk is mine.” Becky teased, “Well I still have the keys and can take back my bunk when I return.” Abigail remarked, the two friends hugged as the taxi driver carried her bag and tucked in his boot, “Bye.” She bid, “Bye.” She responded waving as the cab drove away. “Morning.” She greeted, “Morning.” She answered, her cream mug was filled with black coffee she prepared, her fresh doughnuts were slowly hardening as they cooled, “Seven.” She whispered taking a sip of her coffee. Abigail had woken up late that morning while her sister was timely and eyes open at five, “You will be late.” Angel reminded her dazed twin. “Had a rough night I’m not sure I’ll make it.” Abigail complained, rubbing her hair Ab
Last Updated : 2024-07-04The Hated Millionaire Heir What should I do?
It’s been a week since her sin was brought to the light, “Line busy, Ding!” again and again every time she called, she had come to her senses figured how disastrous her deeds were. That fateful day her hubby walked in on her ripping what they built in shreds, he kicked her out and left her stranded with no place to go, she hadn’t earned enough to sustain her accommodation in a lodge nor enough to sustain her feeding. “Can I come with you?” she begged, the young lad shook to the core was in relief he escaped with his life for most men went to the extreme of ending the lives of his kind, “I don’t think so! Your man kicked you out if you come with me he will kill me! No, I can’t I’m sorry.” He apologized. Was it the lad’s fault he was forced to save his skin and leave her out in the cold, “Hey open up! I helped you and now you leave me! I said open up!” she screamed, constantly she banged his car window begging him to take her along. “Don’t you leave! You b***h don’t you leave me!” she s
Last Updated : 2024-06-13The Hated Millionaire Heir First text
His profile picture a large M in Roman font, blue in color, she clicks the back arrow and down below his about, MASONS ENTERPRISE, again she scrolls down and views the block option, her finger louvers over for a second but scrolls back up eventually. In blue silk shirt, baggy light sweatpants, she cuddles her blanket close as she settles in for sleep. Her bed a six-by-six size, she was often a roller meaning where she slept wasn’t where she woke up, fortunately the bed was large enough and tonight she bodied herself at the center. Grabbing her pillow pulling it closer to her neck she rests her head as it sank, her white sheets were fresh from the laundry, her favorite brown blanket a big white teddy bear with black dots as eyes covered the center, she shivered her legs creating some slight heat before staring at her phone again. She turned to her left in a vertical figure her right shoulder facing the ceiling, her left hand shoved itself under her weight and clamped the motionless pho
Last Updated : 2024-06-13The Hated Millionaire Heir Georgez Bar
Wooden barrels filled with booze stationed one above the other each walled on the sides within the rectangle timber structure, open on the circular ends one faced the wall the other a cork plugged its hole on the free side. “Give me two Greshis.” The sheriff ordered, Braul also known within these parts as the sheriff, born elsewhere where they wore tight leggings with tall leather boots a metal extension on the heels, a hat with a nice stick like shape poking from the center, Braul settled on these parts of the country on a different continent from his. “We use these to round up those hot-headed bulls.” He praised, in his hand a rope, a thinner bleached like kind of rope, it was much lighter yet the strongest they could measure with, it had few crisps and a rough surface so its grip was assured while reducing needle like stabs. “In our parts every man who managed to cage those beasts of muscle had this scar as their medals to journey with their entire lives.” He claimed, pulling his s
Last Updated : 2024-06-11