As the room plunged into darkness, they shed their clothes, surrendering to a moment of passionate intimacy. An hour later, Ainslie lay in Clinton's embrace, her head resting on his chest as he stroked it tenderly. Naked under the duvet, they shared a quiet moment of respite. In the aftermath, Clinton's thoughts turned to Bryson, and a sneer formed on his lips. "How dare that miserable thing mock you? What gives him the right?" Ainslie, concerned about her ongoing relationship with Bryson, sought reassurance. "I don't know. We need to do something about him, Clinton because it doesn't seem like my ties with him will be severed anytime soon.""Don't worry, babe. This time, it will be me who takes action," Clinton declared, a sly smile playing on his lips.Looking up at him, Ainslie inquired, "What else can we do?""Eliminate him," Clinton uttered, his words carrying a sinister tone."What?" As Ainslie grasped the gravity of his suggestion, her eyes widened, and she sat up, instinc
After a while of keeping them in suspense, Bryson revealed. "I want to learn martial arts. Get me a teacher." Marissa's eyes widened in surprise. "Master Bryson, there are plenty of guards already protecting you. I'm also here. You don't need to learn martial arts."Rambo, standing nearby, chimed in, "Young Master, I believe the existing security measures are sufficient." Bryson, however, remained resolute. "I've made up my mind. I want to be able to defend myself. Find me a good teacher, Rambo." Marissa tried to dissuade him further. "Young Master, it's unnecessary. Your safety is our top priority." Ignoring her concerns, Bryson commanded, "Rambo, get me a martial arts teacher. Someone skilled and experienced." Rambo hesitated for a moment, knowing the challenges that lay ahead. "Mr. Kong is a renowned martial arts instructor. He can help you, Young Master.""Then get him for me," Bryson ordered firmly, his determination unwavering. "I want to start training as soon as po
After dinner, Ainslie retreated to her room, where the anticipation of a message from Clinton awaited her. As she glanced at her phone, she couldn't help but grin in excitement upon reading his words, "Babe, Bryson is going to die tonight." The sinister message ignited a crooked smile on Ainslie's face."Just send him to get you something from the pharmacy ten minutes away from the house and I will handle it from there." Lifting her gaze from the message, Ainslie reveled in the devious plan forming in her mind. The unsettling smile lingered as she contemplated the impending events. Her satisfaction was palpable, knowing that the seeds of deception she had planted were beginning to bear fruit. As the approaching footsteps reached Ainslie's ears, she hastily took an uncomfortable position on the bed. The door swung open, revealing Bryson, who walked in only to be met with Ainslie's agonized screams."Ahh, damn, this pain is killing me," she groaned, clutching her tummy and roll
A while later, as Bryson slowly regained consciousness, he found himself lying on a heap of stuffed sacks, a dark bag tightly over his head. Through the tiny holes in the bag, he could make out the blurry shapes of people surrounding him. As he groaned, their laughter erupted, a cacophony of taunts echoing in the unknown warehouse. Amid the laughter, they removed the sack bag, revealing Bryson's disoriented face. Blinking against the sudden light, he realized he was surrounded by a dozen men, each wielding a menacing weapon. Struggling to orient himself, Bryson demanded, "Who the hell are you people?" The apparent leader, a menacing figure, approached, and with a cruel smile, kicked Bryson. Reacting swiftly, Bryson retaliated with a headbutt, catching the leader off guard. Enraged, the others descended upon him, delivering blows and kicks. Just as Bryson felt the weight of the assault, a commanding voice cut through the chaos. "Let him be, guys." The assailants halted immedi
As the echoes of Bryson's screams lingered in the darkened warehouse, the gang leader continued his assault, reveling in the brutality. Bryson, battered and helpless, gasped for breath between the relentless blows. During the merciless beating, Bryson managed to mutter defiantly, "You think this changes anything? You bunch of fools are as weak as Clinton!"The gang leader scoffed, "Maybe not, but you will never stand in our way again." Meanwhile, in her room, Ainslie continued to stare at her reflection in the mirror. The elation that had gripped her moments ago began to wane, replaced by a subtle unease. The reality of the violence unleashed on Bryson began to sink in, and the twisted satisfaction she initially felt was now clouded by a haunting realization. As Rose left Ainslie's room, concern etched on her face, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. The atmosphere within the Pegasus mansion had shifted, and Rose couldn't ignore the unsettling aura that per
"Mr Bryson, here you go," the manager of King's Paints factory said, shoving an agreement document on his desk to Bryson Wyatt. "If you're okay with the job I've offered, do well to sign the document."Bryson dropped his gaze at the document. He was speechless and dumbfounded. He didn't know what to do or say.He had come here for an interview with the hopes of getting the position of the paint factory's manager but was offered the position of a delivery man for the factory.The manager was getting impatient as Bryson kept staring at the document without uttering a word. He arose, feigning annoyance and said."Hey, Bryson, if you are not ready or interested in this job then please leave my office. I am sure there are many other men out there who would gladly come in after you go to take this job offer. You are actually wasting my time now, Mr Wyatt.""I am sorry, sir. I am just a bit surprised because I had come for an interview for the position of a manager in this factory. I had no
Bryson slowly arose as water droplets dropped from his face. He couldn't believe that his wife who was just loving and sweet a while ago was the one who poured water at him.He looked at her and wondered what got into her that made her do what she just did. He saw gee fuming and breathing fast and he knew she was greatly upset."You took the job of an ordinary delivery man? Are you crazy?" Ainslie asked in astonishment. "I can't believe you would be so foolish to take such a low job.""I'm sorry, Ainslie but I had no other option. I sincerely hope that you still believe in me and that you are not disappointed in me.""Disappointed in you? Hell yes! I'm greatly disappointed in you, Bryson. How could you do this? You know what I've done for you? The sacrifices I have made for you? And what I've left for you? I went against my family and decided to marry you. We got married last month and now this? You took the job of a delivery man? Are you mad?""I'm sorry, my love. Please don't get up
Bryson was shocked by what his wife, Ainslie, did. He couldn't believe she would utter such hurtful words to him and act so inhumane."Is that really Ainslie?" He found himself asking the question to no one else other than himself. He was really marveled by the way she had acted towards him earlier and now. He thought for a while and shook his head. "That is not my Ainslie. She is not like that," he said to himself. He did not believe that whatever Ainslie did or said was intentional for he knows she's not like that.He recalled the food times they had had and how he had come to know of her.Years back, he had only gotten a scholarship to study in one of the prestigious universities in New York and that's how he came to know of Ainslie. He was the brightest and brilliant person in their classes back then and that's why every other student, especially the guys, disliked him. Though Ainslie was part of the people who looked at him in a wrong way, that changed when he helped her with an