As soon Elijah walked into the celebration hall, the only thing on his mind was revenge. He was there to kill. His presence in the hall filled everyone with fear and confusion. The room was as quiet as a graveyard. Everyone was in shock when Vlad Jefferson shouted angrily “Who are you? What are you doing here? Security! What is the meaning of this?...”
“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Vlad Jefferson happy birthday to you“, Pete sang. Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Andrew clapped his hands in applause for Vlad Jefferson. “Today is your birthday Old man Blad and today will be your death day also”, Andrew said. “Who do you think you are? How dare you come into the Jefferson family villa and talk nonsense? I'll teach you never to disrespect the Jefferson family in your miserable life again “, Marc said and immediately tried to pull out one of the rods used for decoration but before he could touch it Andrew was in front of him. His movements were swift and before anyone knew what was happening he had ripped Marc's arms off his shoulder and his blood spilled and leaked all over the place. The hall went dead silent. Everyone was scared to their bones even Vlad Jefferson's skin had become pale. He managed to find his gun where he hid it but was too overwhelmed by fear to shoot so he stood looking. All the celebrities present as well as the members of the rich families stood watching in fear. Andrew strolled to where Vlad Jefferson stood. “Who... Who are you? Why have you come to my home on a day like this? Who are you?”, Vlad Jefferson said. “You want to know don't you?”, Andrew asked. “I am the man who will be responsible for your death”, he said. “Do you know who you're dealing with? I'm not sure you know who I am...” Vlad Jefferson said. “Let me tell you a story. At the end of this story, I'll take your head, Vlad Jefferson. Ten years ago you supervised the burning of an entire family. I'm sure you remember what you and your cohorts did to the Ruthaford family Vlad Jefferson. You thought you had destroyed it all, killed everyone. But guess what, you were wrong. Not everyone died in the burning”, Andrew said. Vlad Jefferson's eyes widened. He was filled with surprise. “How did he survive? I was so sure we burnt everyone in that family”, he said in his mind. “Now that you know, it's time for your head”, Andrew said. Vlad Jefferson tried to say something but before he could say it, Andrew had knocked him to his knees and with one quick movement Andrew twisted Vlad Jefferson's head off. Immediately, blood started spurting. People gasped and screamed, two celebrities vomited and one pregnant woman fainted. None of them had seen so much gore in their lives. Then Vlad Jefferson's head rolled on the ground and Andrew picked it up, put it in a bag and walked out of the hall with Pete behind. Nobody dared to question him. The two men walked straight to where their car was parked and as soon as they got in, drove straight to the Ruthaford family mausoleum and Andrew went to his grandfather's grave carrying Vlad Jefferson's head. He was here to pay respect to his grandfather. “Grandfather“, he said, “ I have taken the head of the man who killed you and ruined our family”, he said. He finished the alcohol left in his flask and put the flask back in his jacket pocket. “ I will not rest till I have the heads of the rest of the men and women responsible for destroying our family grandfather. I promise you grandfather I will avenge your murder and that of every single member of our family. This is my promise to you grandfather ” he said before leaving his grandfather's grave. At the Jefferson family villa, the celebration banquet had since ended. All the celebrities and members of the rich families who had attended the celebration banquet had gone back to their various homes. Vlad Jefferson's headless body had been moved to a coffin and Marc Jefferson had been rushed to the hospital with his detached arm and was immediately put in the intensive care unit. Martha Jefferson, Vlad Jefferson's daughter who Andrew's father married and was Andrew's ex-stepmother stood in front of her father's headless dead body fuming with anger. “We need to call Zed. He needs to know what has happened here. Has anyone called Zed ?” Martha Jefferson asked. “Not yet”, someone said. “Call him now and tell him what was done to our father Vlad Jefferson and our brother Marc. And we will wait for his arrival before we take any action”, Martha Jefferson said and stormed out of the room. Late at night, at the Klinland military district, a helicopter landed. On the body of the green-painted helicopter, the Western Legion was boldly written. As soon as the helicopter landed soldiers lined up in rows to welcome the man exiting the helicopter. Zed Jefferson, the fourth son of Vlad Jefferson had joined the military and had risen to the position of major general. As he walked past the soldiers, they all saluted him. There was a black jeep with tinted glasses already waiting for him and as soon as he was well seated in the back seat and the door had been shut, the driver drove him straight to the Jefferson family villa. Back home, Major General Zed Jefferson accessed the situation but first, he went to the room where his father's headless corpse had been moved. When he saw that his father's head had been cut off and taken, he knelt and swore to avenge his father's murder. “I promise you, Dad I will find the man who had the guts to do this to you and dishonor our family in this manner. No matter who he is, I will find him and I will make him pay”. Zed Jefferson inquired about the situation and was told by his sister Martha Jefferson and other relatives that the orphan of the Ruthaford family was responsible for everything that happened. He decided to go to the capital that night to investigate the identity of the Ruthaford orphan.First thing the next morning, Maliya was on the phone with Andrew. “Hello, good morning honey“. Maliya said when Andrew finally accepted the call. “I have good news.” She said excitedly. “Last night, after you dropped me off, I called my friend from high school. She works for Green Group and agreed to help me fix an appointment with the chairman this morning, so we could secure the contract. I’m sure Grandfather will accept you then.” Maliya said, sounding happy and excited. “That’s great,” Andrew said, faking his surprise. “I told you we could pull this. Why don't you get ready I'll come pick you”, Andrew said. “Okay honey”, Maliya replied and hung up. After the call, Maliya went to get ready for her appointment. She was going to see the chairman of the almighty Green group. This was a big deal for her so she did not want to be late. Andrew rolled off the bed immediately after Maliya hung up and rushed to the bathroom for a quick shower. He did not want to be late because he knew
Jerry was happy he insisted on coming out to talk to Maliya by himself. He knew that Linda had a lot to gain after delivering Maliya to him. She’d shown him her picture last night and he had promised her that he would promote her if she helped him get in bed with her. However, he could not be so sure she'd go through with the plan. “She's a woman too and my mistress also. She may just get caught up in her own jealousy and change her mind about helping me get Maliya”, he said to himself. His happiness when had seen Maliya turned to intense desire as he got closer. The dress she was wearing was a bodycon dress. Even though it did not hug her body too tightly, it did nothing to hide her curves. Looking at her lips gave him a slight boner because all he could think of was her lips wrapped around his c**k. “ Maliya, meet Jerry. He is the manager and the man in charge of every partnership deal in our company. Jerry meet Maliya, my friend from high school”, Susan said, introducing Jerry t
Andrew hands landed on something soft, and his subconscious guided them to form a gentle circle, as if cradling a delicate object. The sensation brought him a strange sense of satisfaction, and he pinched it.That's when he turned and he saw her - a woman with a veil, lying close to him. The veil obscured her face.“Ah……”Maliya Coker was startled awake by the pinch and realized she was naked. She screamed and pushed Andrew away. She quickly used the blanket to wrap herself.“Oh…no…. What….just….happened,” Maliya mumbled, her eyes darting everywhere nervously. She couldn't recognize where she was, her eyes darted to Andrew and back to her body. Tears began to flow freely from her eyes she can't believe she had been raped. She glared at him with disgust, her anger and humiliation simmering just below the surface. Every fiber of her being yearned to lash out, to scratch his face and inflict some measure of pain on him.But she knew she couldn't. He was stronger, and he had just raped
“Maliya Coker," he muttered, his voice barely audible. Pete nodded solemnly.Andrew's eyes drifted shut, and he was instantly transported back to that fateful day. He found himself standing amid a fire, flames engulfing everything around him. Just as all hope seems lost, a woman rushed into the burning building, she grasped Andrew's hand, pulling him to safety just as the flames were about to consume him.When he woke up, he found himself in the south. Yet, over the next ten years, he rose through the ranks to become one of the most powerful Marshals in Aradoma.Now, he had returned, driven by a singular purpose: to find his benefactor and repay the debt he owed her.Andrew's eyes snapped open, his gaze fell upon the envelope.As he reached for the envelope, Pete spoke, his words laced with concern.“Her face has been disfigured, and she's not doing well.”Andrew's heart sank, guilt washing over him. He felt responsible for her suffering.“It's fine,” he said, his voice firm, as he u
Harry set Maliya up last night. He planned with men to drug her, have sex with her, and film it. He wanted to end their engagement without being blamed. Harry never liked Maliya. He thought she was ugly and embarrassing. He worried his friends and ex would mock him for marrying her. When Maliya was rescued, Harry got the bar's security footage to use against her.He cleared his throat, and all eyes turned to him. His expression was somber."What will people say about me?" he sneered. "That Harry, son of the Jefferson family, married a slut?"Babara stepped forward, pleading, "We don't have to tell anyone, let's just keep this between us."But he let out a bitter chuckle. "If I were your son, would you suggest this to me?" he asked, leaving Babara stunned and speechless."Your daughter is ugly, yet I agreed to be with her, and this is what I get?" Harry spat.Stanley intervened, "Harry, let's talk like men."But Harry turned to him, "There's nothing to discuss, my whole family knows a
Andrew and Maliya arrived at the Clifton palace, and Maliya's eyes widened in shock. She glanced from the grand palace to Andrew, her voice barely above a whisper, "Is this where you stay?"Andrew gave her a curt nod, his expression unreadable. Maliya was stunned. This was the most luxurious villa in all of Klinland, a testament to the Clifton family's wealth and status.She had thought Andrew was just a vain man, but now she realized there was more to him."Shall we?" Andrew asked, gesturing to the entrance. Maliya nodded, still in awe.As they walked in, Andrew wrapped his hand around her waist, but Maliya stiffened, uncomfortable with the sudden intimacy. Andrew noticed and quickly removed his hand, allowing her to walk beside him as they headed to their room.The moment they closed the door behind them, Andrew spoke, his voice firm but gentle. "Remove your veil."Maliya swallowed hard, wishing the floor would open and swallow her whole. She felt a mix of fear and vulnerability.
"You may kiss the bride." Andrew drew Maliya close and kissed her. The crowd clapped."You're the prettiest bride I've seen," Andrew said. Maliya's cheeks turned red.Andrew drove Maliya to her home. When they arrived, he saw she was nervous. He took her hand and kissed it."You have me," he said. She nodded.They opened the door and found Babara and Barth, Maliya's dad, inside. They didn't notice them."You good-for-nothing man, all you ever do is eat!" Babara exclaimed angrily at Barth, who let out a frustrated sigh."Can you just stop? I'll give you the money for now, I'm out of cash," Barth said, trying to placate her.Babara let out a bitter chuckle. "Tell me when you ever had money. Tell me, because ever since I married you, I've done nothing but suffer."Barth continued to sip his tea, ignoring Babara's outburst, which only fueled her anger further."You're a waste of the Coker's family name! Your mother should have just aborted you!" Babara spat venomously at Barth.Barth stoo
Andrew drove Maliya home. As they drove home Maliya could not take her mind away from the meeting with her family and the task her grandfather Stanley Coker had given her. "How can I accomplish this task in such a short time?“ she kept asking herself. This task was a very big one and she was scared she might not be able to get the contract. “What if I can't get this contract?” Maliya wondered again, “I will be a laughing stock in my family, grandfather will be so angry with me.” Maliya was very disheartened and lacked confidence in negotiating a cooperation with the multinational company, Green Group. Andrew comforted her, assuring her that they could do it, “My dear Maliya I know you are very worried about this task. It is a big task but I'm sure we can do it”. As they got home, Maliya remembered her friend who worked at the Yale group. Susan was Maliya's high school classmate. After returning home, Maliya called her high school classmate. She dialed her number on her phone, and