Ashley and Alex walked hand in hand through the magnificent halls of Megafield Corporation.
" So you mean this deal is worth millions? Wow" Ashley asked in awe and Alex nodded with a smile. " We don't have to worry. The director in charge, Raymond Baker is an old friend. I'm rest assured the contract is mine " he said and chuckled. " That's great news, and there's something I need you to know" " What is it, bae " Alex turned to look at her with loving eyes. "Our wedding plans. You still haven’t met my dad. He wants to go over everything with you." Her voice turned pleading. Alex chuckled. " Tell him I'll be visiting soon. I'll create time in a couple of days to meet him. Is that fine by you? " His smile made her smile sheepishly. " Thank dar— " her voice was cut short when she saw him. ANDERSON!! Her shout echoed through the hall, drawing curious stares. Anderson turned to them. They had gotten to where he stood and gave him a look of disgust. " What are you doing here?" She furrowed her eyebrows in disgust. " What do you mean? " Anderson said back calmly. " Anyone is allowed to come in, or is there a sign I missed ?" " Well, whatever. I'm here with Alex to secure a contract and I'm sure you must be here to beg for scraps. Or are you planning to pull another stunt? Pretend to collapse on the floor again and hope if some poor lady would take pity on you and take you home like you did to me years back. You're so pathetic! " " What! " Anderson's face squeezed in anger. How could she say such rubbish! " If you really want to know, this is my company, I'm just here to check its developments. " He answered out of anger. " Ahhhh! " Ashley raised her hands to her mouth in ridicule then burst into laughter. " Your company?" She said and laughed again. " Do you even have an idea of where you are or what you're saying? This is Megafield Corporation for God's sake, Bedford City's biggest establishment and yet you have the guts to open that dirty mouth of yours and call it yours. Do you have to lie to impress me ? " She was raged. " Impress you? Of course not. That's just the truth, Ashley. " Anderson answered, feeling unshaken. " You better don't make me call the guards" Anderson gave out a faint smile. How come he never saw this side of her? Alex stepped forward" Let's leave, Ashley. People are watching. You are one of Bedford City's fast rising magnates and you shouldn't be seen arguing with a nobody like him. I think he's only trying to make you return." People around nodded as they seemed to agree. Alex turned to Anderson. He had heard a lot about him from Ashley and knew how wretched he was. " Look, man. She can never be yours, she's gone. You have to accept that, man and stop shooting yourself in the leg." Alex dipped his hand into his pocket and took out a hundred dollar note and stuffed it into Anderson's hand Anderson was infuriated but he didn't want to show it. " Take this. Use it to feed yourself well. I'm sure it'll last a few days before you go into the streets begging again." Alex told him and Ashley chuckled. Anderson threw the money away. His eyes were bloodshot. Out of the corners of his eyes, he saw the guards approaching but raised his hand up as a signal for them to stop. From where he stood, he watched as they retraced back into their position. Alex and Ashley looked at him, confused about what he just did, oblivious to what hsut happened. He dropped his hand and set his icy face to them. He smiled a little as if to scare them. " Do you think I'm that poor? Hahahaha.... Is this what you both think of me? You want some proof. fine. I will." He said, his emotions flowing through his words. " Lair. " Ashley mocked then laughed. She was clearly deriving pleasure from embarrassing him in the presence of her new man The bystander slowly dispersed, seeing anderson for what Ashley said he was. Anderson remained silent, his eyes cold and unyielding. He had no intention of trading insults; his proof would speak louder. Calmly, he dialed his phone. "Eduardo, get Raymond for me. Now." " Okay, sir. I'll inform him. Give me a moment"Eduardo said. Anderson hung up and looked at Ashley. " Give me a minute. The proof you need will be here soon" Alex and Ashley burst into laughter. " Fine, then. We are waiting" Ashley said with arms folded, trying to hold herself from laughing." And besides, who do you think you are? Some rich individual or something? Keep dreaming. Haha ha ha" Alex came forward a little with a daunt smile. " Did I just hear you mention Raymond Baker? " Anderson nodded and Alex laughed. " Are you kidding me! Do you have the slightest idea of who he is? He's my old time friend and one of the most influential individuals in this city. He oversees this corporation, something that looks like a dream for the likes of you, so I don't think you know what you're saying. I think you must have mixed up the names. And besides you don't need these tricks to feel relevant. " Ashley sneered, moving closer. " I never knew you were this arrogant until now. So where is he? Do you think the likes of you would ever get to see him talk less of having the right to order him around? Are you planning on making fun of yourself in a place such as this, gosh!" Anderson kept quiet. He was determined to prove her wrong. Alex grabbed Ashley's hand in a loving manner and smiled. " Let's just go, you know he's bluffing. It is kind of useless wasting time on people like him. Remember, we still have to visit your company for the final adjustments" He said and Ashley smiled. Anderson looked at them in a disgusting manner. He has never seen her give her that soft look in their years of marriage. Ashley smiled and hugged Alex. " You're lucky. I'll let you go this time but when next I see you. I won't let you off the hook easily." She and Alex then walked off smiling at each other. From behind, Anderson could hear a rushed footsteps approaching. A young man probably in his early thirties was running toward Anderson's direction. " Mr Denfield will kill us if we waste another minute, move quickly!" The man said as he rushed forward with four other delegates. Anderson smiled. He didn't have to turn before he knew who it was. Raymond rushed forward and instantly went on his knees as he got to Anderson. "Mr. Denfield! You called for my presence! I rushed over as soon as I got your message!" he exclaimed, his voice trembling with respect. There were beads of sweat on his head as he panted heavily before Anderson. The three delegates behind him also went on their knees. The grand display of loyalty silenced the crowd. Anderson smiled and told him to get up. " What do you need me for, Mr Denfield? " Raymond Baker repeated himself, showcasing his brightest smile. The bystanders was perplexed with what they just witnessed. Did he just kneel?"someone from the crowd whispered. "Who is this Anderson guy?" "Isn’t Raymond Baker one of the most powerful directors in Bedford City?"" You must be Raymond Baker, the acting general manager,” Anderson started to smile as he talkedRaymond smiled nervously, his hands clasped together. “You honor me, sir. I’m just a loyal servant of the Denfield family,” he said humbly, bowing slightly.Anderson’s reputation preceded him—a man known for wielding power with an iron fist. One word from him could elevate or obliterate a career. Raymond knew this too well and he planned to impress him well on their first meeting. What if I say the wrong thing? What if the numbers I presented aren’t enough? The thought sent a cold shiver down his spine." You are actually doing well, Ray. I'm impressed with the statistics and reports I have received so far. " Anderson smiledHe had heard rumors of Anderson to be heartless and ruthless but he was seeing the total opposite.“Thank you, Mr. Denfield,” Raymond was flustered. He had braced himself for a rich , arrogant tyrant, but Anderson’s humble attitude caught him off guard. The rumo
She realized that they were business proposals, love letters and appreciation letters from prestigious individuals in the country.She looked at names on the letters carefullyPrincess Maria of Massachusetts.Avalora Hearthway, the current president of Newark Industries.Flora James.Zara Madonna.Kelly Sutton Johnny DeepHer anger grew with each letter.These were names she knew too well.They were all important figures and find it hard to believe they could write to Anderson.Her anger got the best of her and she ripped the crest off one of the envelopes. She unfolded the thick, cream-colored paper inside and froze as her eyes scanned the elegant handwriting.The words were short, precise, and devastating.To Mr. Anderson Denfield,This is a reminder of your upcoming transfer of $10 million to the orphanage project in Bedford City, as per your monthly commitment. Your generosity continues to inspire.Her fingers trembled as she moved to the next envelope, unable to stop herself. T
The next morning was a Tuesday and Anderson smiled as he dressed himself up in a white shirt and designer jeans. He had spent the night at his father's mansion for easy convenience for their meeting.He checked his wrist watch and knew his father would be up by now.He had decided to use the project to keep himself busy while in town. It has been an easy cake convincing the investors to approve the expansion and acquisition projects and now the only thing left is his father approval. He knew his father too well — a man who doesn't like to do things without clear reason.His phone beeped and he picked it.It was from Eduardo.*** Good morning lad. hope you had a fun time with the ladies.Your old man is up.Tell me how it goes when you are done.See you soon. ****Anderson smiled at the thought of the 'ladies' Eduardo mentioned—ones he had promptly sent away the night before.He suddenly remembered Eduardo's words" All work no play makes Jack a dull boy... Don't be like Jack, An
The plump maid carefully set the first bottle on the table and uncapped it. The old man glanced at the bottle for a moment before taking it from the maid’s hand. He gave it a brief shake, then placed it on the table in front of him. The drugs seemed a bit too excessive for consumption to Anderson but he chose to keep quiet. “I don’t know what you’re thinking, son,” Mr. Denfield said quietly, “but these are just part of my life. One must adapt, just as one adapts to running a company" Anderson smiled back, waiting for him to finish. The maid poured the water into the glass and passed it to Mr. Denfield, who took it without a word. Anderson watched, trying to hide his concern. “Dad…” Anderson began. " I'm sure Eduardo filled you in on the reason why I'm here. I came for the approval. I’ve got investors waiting, and this project can’t move forward without your word.” " Hmm, " Mr. Denfield paused for a moment. “You don’t think I know that, son?” he murmured, pouring the pill int
Anderson turned reluctantly, plastering a polite smile on his face. His grandmother, Eleanor Denfield, swept into the room with the energy of someone half her age, her floral dress swishing around her. Despite her petite frame, her presence filled the room. “Grandma,” Anderson said, stepping forward to meet her halfway. “I wasn’t expecting you here.”“Clearly,” Eleanor said with a knowing smirk, pulling him into a tight embrace. “You’ve been avoiding my calls, haven’t you? Naughty boy. ”Anderson chuckled nervously, his eyes darting to his father, who was still seated with an amused expression. “I’ve been busy, Grandma. You know how it is.”“Busy, my foot,” Eleanor scoffed, releasing him and holding him at arm’s length to inspect him. “You look thin. Are you eating properly? And why haven’t you called your grandmother to say hello?”“Grandma, I’m fine,” Anderson assured her, shifting uncomfortably around her “I’ve just had a lot on my plate lately.”Eleanor’s sharp eyes narrowed. “
“I don’t know what you’re implying, Alex,” Raymond said slowly. “But I can’t contradict decisions made at the highest level. If the detectives have evidence against you, it’s not my place to intervene.”Alex smiled, a slow, deliberate grin that crept across his face as he rolled his fingers over the small round clock on Raymond’s desk. The ticking filled the silence, an odd contrast to the tension that thickened the air. The room felt still, all eyes on him—Jenna, the detectives, even Raymond—all waiting for the next move.Raymond didn’t flinch. He remained seated, his gaze steady on Alex, but his irritation was growing. He didn’t quite understand what Alex was doing, but he knew it wasn’t good.The seconds ticked by. The air grew heavier. Alex wasn’t in any rush, as though he knew something the rest didn’t. He was letting the silence stretch, turning it into a kind of pressure that only he seemed to control.Raymond sighed, shifting in his seat. His patience was starting to wear thin
The silence in the ELLINGTON villa was deafening, broken only by the ticking of an ornate clock. Anderson Denfield stood in the middle of the lavish living room, his heart pounding against his ribs. A tall, beautiful woman stood before him, dressed in expensive attire—his wife, Ashley Ellington.His face was drawn in a frown, and his eyes held so much pain.His voice trembled slightly as he asked the question he had rehearsed all night."Do you still love me, Ashley?" Ashley Ellington didn’t answer right away. She stood poised in her designer heels, a faint smile showing her confusion lined her lips. "Ashley! I need to know! Do you really love me?" He repeated himself, his voice gentle but firm, his eyes searching hers for an answer he feared but needed to hear.Ashley was taken aback by his question, the shock on her face evident as she met his gaze.It was still early in the morning, and she wondered where he was going with his strange questions.She dropped her luxurious bag on
Anderson smiled weakly as he continued to stare at her in bewilderment. He couldn't believe he was living under the pretense of love and never fully knew the woman he was married to. She suddenly looked so changed , like a completely different person. " I loved you, Ashley. " He said, unable to hide his feelings even after everything that had happened. “Love?” Ashley said with a faint, mocking smile. “I suppose I did. Once. But love doesn’t pay the bills, Anderson. Not when it’s tied to a man who can’t even afford to take care of himself.” The words hit him harder than he expected. "Is this what you want?! " Anderson's voice was calm as he asked her. "What is it, Anderson? I hate it when people make me repeat myself twice. What's so hard in penning down your signature on a paper? Can you please hurry so I can be where I need to go! " Anderson smiled and walked over to the table. She was no longer the good kind hearted girl he once knew- who would do anything possible to mak
“I don’t know what you’re implying, Alex,” Raymond said slowly. “But I can’t contradict decisions made at the highest level. If the detectives have evidence against you, it’s not my place to intervene.”Alex smiled, a slow, deliberate grin that crept across his face as he rolled his fingers over the small round clock on Raymond’s desk. The ticking filled the silence, an odd contrast to the tension that thickened the air. The room felt still, all eyes on him—Jenna, the detectives, even Raymond—all waiting for the next move.Raymond didn’t flinch. He remained seated, his gaze steady on Alex, but his irritation was growing. He didn’t quite understand what Alex was doing, but he knew it wasn’t good.The seconds ticked by. The air grew heavier. Alex wasn’t in any rush, as though he knew something the rest didn’t. He was letting the silence stretch, turning it into a kind of pressure that only he seemed to control.Raymond sighed, shifting in his seat. His patience was starting to wear thin
Anderson turned reluctantly, plastering a polite smile on his face. His grandmother, Eleanor Denfield, swept into the room with the energy of someone half her age, her floral dress swishing around her. Despite her petite frame, her presence filled the room. “Grandma,” Anderson said, stepping forward to meet her halfway. “I wasn’t expecting you here.”“Clearly,” Eleanor said with a knowing smirk, pulling him into a tight embrace. “You’ve been avoiding my calls, haven’t you? Naughty boy. ”Anderson chuckled nervously, his eyes darting to his father, who was still seated with an amused expression. “I’ve been busy, Grandma. You know how it is.”“Busy, my foot,” Eleanor scoffed, releasing him and holding him at arm’s length to inspect him. “You look thin. Are you eating properly? And why haven’t you called your grandmother to say hello?”“Grandma, I’m fine,” Anderson assured her, shifting uncomfortably around her “I’ve just had a lot on my plate lately.”Eleanor’s sharp eyes narrowed. “
The plump maid carefully set the first bottle on the table and uncapped it. The old man glanced at the bottle for a moment before taking it from the maid’s hand. He gave it a brief shake, then placed it on the table in front of him. The drugs seemed a bit too excessive for consumption to Anderson but he chose to keep quiet. “I don’t know what you’re thinking, son,” Mr. Denfield said quietly, “but these are just part of my life. One must adapt, just as one adapts to running a company" Anderson smiled back, waiting for him to finish. The maid poured the water into the glass and passed it to Mr. Denfield, who took it without a word. Anderson watched, trying to hide his concern. “Dad…” Anderson began. " I'm sure Eduardo filled you in on the reason why I'm here. I came for the approval. I’ve got investors waiting, and this project can’t move forward without your word.” " Hmm, " Mr. Denfield paused for a moment. “You don’t think I know that, son?” he murmured, pouring the pill int
The next morning was a Tuesday and Anderson smiled as he dressed himself up in a white shirt and designer jeans. He had spent the night at his father's mansion for easy convenience for their meeting.He checked his wrist watch and knew his father would be up by now.He had decided to use the project to keep himself busy while in town. It has been an easy cake convincing the investors to approve the expansion and acquisition projects and now the only thing left is his father approval. He knew his father too well — a man who doesn't like to do things without clear reason.His phone beeped and he picked it.It was from Eduardo.*** Good morning lad. hope you had a fun time with the ladies.Your old man is up.Tell me how it goes when you are done.See you soon. ****Anderson smiled at the thought of the 'ladies' Eduardo mentioned—ones he had promptly sent away the night before.He suddenly remembered Eduardo's words" All work no play makes Jack a dull boy... Don't be like Jack, An
She realized that they were business proposals, love letters and appreciation letters from prestigious individuals in the country.She looked at names on the letters carefullyPrincess Maria of Massachusetts.Avalora Hearthway, the current president of Newark Industries.Flora James.Zara Madonna.Kelly Sutton Johnny DeepHer anger grew with each letter.These were names she knew too well.They were all important figures and find it hard to believe they could write to Anderson.Her anger got the best of her and she ripped the crest off one of the envelopes. She unfolded the thick, cream-colored paper inside and froze as her eyes scanned the elegant handwriting.The words were short, precise, and devastating.To Mr. Anderson Denfield,This is a reminder of your upcoming transfer of $10 million to the orphanage project in Bedford City, as per your monthly commitment. Your generosity continues to inspire.Her fingers trembled as she moved to the next envelope, unable to stop herself. T
" You must be Raymond Baker, the acting general manager,” Anderson started to smile as he talkedRaymond smiled nervously, his hands clasped together. “You honor me, sir. I’m just a loyal servant of the Denfield family,” he said humbly, bowing slightly.Anderson’s reputation preceded him—a man known for wielding power with an iron fist. One word from him could elevate or obliterate a career. Raymond knew this too well and he planned to impress him well on their first meeting. What if I say the wrong thing? What if the numbers I presented aren’t enough? The thought sent a cold shiver down his spine." You are actually doing well, Ray. I'm impressed with the statistics and reports I have received so far. " Anderson smiledHe had heard rumors of Anderson to be heartless and ruthless but he was seeing the total opposite.“Thank you, Mr. Denfield,” Raymond was flustered. He had braced himself for a rich , arrogant tyrant, but Anderson’s humble attitude caught him off guard. The rumo
Ashley and Alex walked hand in hand through the magnificent halls of Megafield Corporation. " So you mean this deal is worth millions? Wow" Ashley asked in awe and Alex nodded with a smile. " We don't have to worry. The director in charge, Raymond Baker is an old friend. I'm rest assured the contract is mine " he said and chuckled. " That's great news, and there's something I need you to know" " What is it, bae " Alex turned to look at her with loving eyes. "Our wedding plans. You still haven’t met my dad. He wants to go over everything with you." Her voice turned pleading. Alex chuckled. " Tell him I'll be visiting soon. I'll create time in a couple of days to meet him. Is that fine by you? " His smile made her smile sheepishly. " Thank dar— " her voice was cut short when she saw him. ANDERSON!! Her shout echoed through the hall, drawing curious stares. Anderson turned to them. They had gotten to where he stood and gave him a look of disgust. " What are you doing here?" S
That night, Anderson had just arrived in Bedford City for a secret meeting with one of his associates when he was attacked. He managed to escape and was running in the empty street with his white shirt soaked with blood. When he couldn't walk anymore, he collapsed to the floor and was slowly losing consciousness when a girl walked up to him, looking him in the eye. His vision was blurry and her voice echoed softly in his ear. He thought he was caught and smiled painfully and his world went dark shortly after. By the time he opened his eyes, he met a pair of black hazel eyes staring at him. He thought it was a dream. He was meant to be dead by now. He rubbed this eyes gently to see it was the same girl, staring at her with the same loving eyes as she did the night before.that girl was Ashley. During his healing process, they fell in love. He decided to give up his life for her and placed Eduardo in charge of all his business, living a simple poor life. He went undercover a
"Seems he's around." The excitement in her voice stung Anderson, a sharp reminder of how quickly she had moved on.She looked at Anderson one last time, without a symptom of regret. "Bye," she said, almost casually, as if they were parting after a trivial argument. Without another word, she opened the door and exited the room, Anderson stood there, watching. His heart ached, not just from the betrayal but from the realization that this was truly the end. The woman he had loved, the life they had built together, had all been swept away in a matter of moments. As he lowered his gaze to the divorce papers on the table, a flood of memories rushed back—the little happy times, the shared dreams, the forever wishes that now felt like a lifetime ago. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as if to cleanse himself of the last few painful moments. He opened his eyes and walked out of the room without taking another glance back.As he stepped outside, the warm rays of the morning sun gr