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The Lost Heir's Vendetta Chapter Sixty-Four
“Don't get on my nerves more than you already have” “I won't ask again!” He said sternly.“Yes,” Casey said slowly but reluctantly. He ended the call. He had no other choice but to call her. Calling their family doctor would probably take all the time in the world since he had never even met the man and he didn't want to go through the long process of calling his attorney or his lawyer for help hence Casey.He sped through the busy streets and the road like a madman, breaking a couple of traffic rules. His one eye was fixed on Eileen who kept on babbling some gibberish utterance. Worry sliced across his face and settled on his eyes. It was almost past 8 PM now and he hadn't had anything since the day began; he was bearing the brunt of that as his stomach rumbled like a madman-exactly like the way he drove.He finally pulled up to the Ack Hotel entrance. Luckily, there was a private entrance made possible by his father, no public eyes would be on them since he doesn't have to use the
The Lost Heir's Vendetta Chapter Sixty-Five
He brought the phone to his forehead and tapped it vigorously, putting Sadie on hold. After a few seconds, he brought it back to his ears.“I'm coming down,” He said and put the phone back.He strides over to where Eileen is sitting with Casey, her back being rubbed and patted by her as she looks dazy and out of place.He got to her and squatted to get to her level, cupping her hands in his. “How are you feeling now?” He asked warmly.Eileen still rubbed her eyes and looked around the whole room as if she hadn't fully taken in the environment like it was alien to her or maybe the alcohol wasn't fully out of her system yet, and the effects were still blurring out the part of her brain that could assimilate fast.“What did you drink?” Aidan asked again, noticing the way she kept turning her head about, avoiding the question or like she was perplexed and needed some clarity.“Did someone do this to you?” His glare was stern, waiting for the answer like whoever was responsible would be d
The Lost Heir's Vendetta Chapter Sixty-Six
It's time Raymond. Send a hailstorm on her, I've given her enough time to give me back my Rachel but she's proving stubborn.” Aidan brushed his hand on the tabletop. Two weeks had passed since Frederick stormed into his premises, accusing him of stealing his daughter, and in that time, Aidan had dealt with him hard, losing his most important clients apart from the foreign investors, to his debtors running to Aidan seeking refuge from him. He was slowly losing his spot as the Monarch of Emergande City and Aidan Ackerman taking the spot without so much as shedding a sweat for it. Casey had wanted by all means to get to the bottom of Rachel and who the mother was but all she got from Aidan was bits and pieces, no matter how hard she tried; at least her relationship with him was better now.Now, in the past weeks, Madam Doris had continuously used the only leverage she had on Aidan, constantly threatening him with filthy pictures of Rachel in indisputable places. She thought she had the
The Lost Heir's Vendetta Chapter Sixty-Seven
“You can't touch a hair on his head even if you tried.” He stated.It was Aidan. The voice made everyone turn in his direction. He stood casually, carved like a Greek God, wearing a black-on-black suit with three buttons of the shirt opened, showing his masculine carved chest. His hands were placed behind his back, and he smirked, grinning bitterly from ear to ear.He had come in just about when the handcuffs were being placed on Madam Doris. “You!” She cried out.“You did this? Did you think they would hold me back with this?” She cackled like an evil bitch. “I'm coming out today just like I always do” She sneered as the handcuffs were being placed on her. Aidan unfolded his hand from his back and stride close to her. “Just know that your daughter is as good as dead with this rubbish you just pulled” She fumed furiously.The people gasped loudly. They were awestruck by what just came out of her mouth. If there were silent murmurs before, it became more audible. She saw and heard s
The Lost Heir's Vendetta Chapter Sixty-Eight
Aidan’s POV The news about Madam Dotis’s arrest spread like wildfire all through the whole city, the media scampered and ransacked who or what they could, to get their hands on the actual tea of why she was arrested by Aidan Ackerman. “Turn that off, Cole” “Yes Sir,” He did as informed.They were on their way to the police station and all the car radio played was how humiliating and embarrassing it must have been for her to be arrested that way. Aidan didn't care much or pay much concentration to it until the host emphasized on the fact that she would get out easily with one phone call. It irritated him so much that the City still underestimated him to think Madam Doris would go scot-free this time around with the charges leveled against her and the number of victims; thanks to Mr. Milton, coming forward to put her behind bars. He arrived at the station not for any reason, but so he could get the whereabouts of his daughter from the police and also Madam Doris to see his face, so
The Lost Heir's Vendetta Chapter Sixty-Nine
Erica’s POVErica, seeing that there wasn't much she could do with her Mom’s arrest, seeing that the evidence labeled against her where humongous and the fact that even she was an accomplice, decided to go back to her father-in-law, maybe if she tried hard enough even though she hasn't borne or gotten pregnant yet, he might have a soft spot to help her Mom. The words Aidan said to her, cut deep right into her bones. But she didn't blame him but herself. She helped her Mother get him arrested, believing their lies and all, she beat herself up, because she deserved it, every single hate and loathing he wrath on her.She arrived at the estate quite late because her sister had left her stranded at the police station, and she couldn't get a cab on time. She got in hoping to shower, change out of her clothes, and see if Frederick Clayton was around so she could meet, before going to spend time with Eileen; the only warmth she has in the Clayton household. She walked up the stairs leading
The Lost Heir's Vendetta Chapter Seventy
Aidan's POVThe table was set for him like he instructed the chef to with his neat meals. The look on Madam Doris’s face while she was being interrogated about her shady dealings would last a lifetime. She can deny all she wants, but she's reached the end of the road and that fact alone brought warmth to Aidan. His table was set with some of his meals consisting of grilled steak and mashed potatoes with white wine. Aidan had been running on fumes for the past couple of days, having barely anything to eat except his mountains of coffee. He finally made the decision and told his chef to prepare something exquisite for him. “Sir Aidan?” “Yes, Mikay, how may I help you, do you want to join?” He asked without raising his head from the wine he poured into the glass flute. “No Sir,” He got close to him after he waved his hand for him to do so.“Sadie is on the phone for you Sir,” He paused, nervousness embedded in him.“Well, I don't have all day, Mikay” He banged the fork and knife he h
The Lost Heir's Vendetta Chapter Seventy-One
Where is she? Does she mean Rachel? He tried to wiggle her awake but she was already in deep sleep, tired and weary from all the pains she had endured.Aidan’s heart raced faster than a race car, shooting his blood pressure through the room. He raked his hand through his hair tousling it, he bit his lip, bitterness written all over him. “Can you make her say that again? She said something before slipping out!” He yelled out. “Sir, you need to calm down, she’s out and will be this way for quite some time,” Steven said politely as he placed his stethoscope on her, checking her pulse and doing his general examination.“Escort him to the other space, I need my space for proper examination to fully do my job” Sadie nodded and stretched out her hand to her boss but he shrugged it off and walked out of the bedroom himself.He went straight to the bar cart situated in the room, pulled out a bottle of Scotch, and poured himself a glass. He gulped it once and went right for a second one. He
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