The car zoomed off. Vickie could only breathe and see with her mind. Her eyes were tied, making it difficult for her to see anything. After about thirty minutes’ drive from where they picked her up, they led her with the blindfold into a room and forced her to sit on the ground. Her hand ached from the fall she had a few days ago. “Get down,” the men howled at her.“You slimy scum, do you think you are smart? They laughed and cackled. After a while, they took the blind from her eyes. She blinked a few times, trying so hard to understand why they were laughing and making fun of her. She stretched out her legs. She scanned the men one after the other before looking away. The hall was large and dark, with only a little light filtered out from the window.“You think I do not know your plans?” The familiar croaky voice spoke from the just-opened door. Vickie raised her eyes to look at the chubby man proceeding from the door.“You have her, right?” he asked his boys. “Yes”. They chorused
“Hold on a second! You mean your grandpa? Vickie asked in confusion.“Yes Vickie. I have been living a lie all these years so I can get my revenge on people like you. I know you are wondering how it ever happened. Well, the universe has a way of rewarding the kind with its own kindness, and this is mine, my own family.Vickie’s mouth fell open, and she stood perplexed and shocked at the turn of events. Who would have known that Maxwell, of all people, would be a Wilmore? Who would have thought that Maxwell’s life would turn around for good? She never, for one day, thought about it in that light, and Maxwell never revealed his identity to her until now that it’s late.“Why did you lie to me, Max?” She began to cry. ”You lied to me,” she said, wimping and crying in pain. Just when she had hoped that things were turning around for her for good, the tides turned in the opposite direction.“Mr. Richard Wilmore? That’s your grandson?” The governor asked in shock.Grandpa nodded his head slo
Maxwell never really cared about what happened to Vickie. He knows she doesn’t like him and would want him dead at some point. Good thing his grandpa was on time to save him from the wrath of that angry-looking governor. The car drove through the bustling city and pulled up at the front garage of Grandpa Wilmore’s compound. The men all stepped into the house, and the moment Mirabella saw Maxwell, she ran to him with her arms open. “What were you doing out there, though? You should be very careful when walking around the city. It's not safe anymore.” Mirabella scolded him like she would her own child. "Yes, mommy, but I only went to that neighborhood to see my grandparents—I mean, the ones that raised me. I had a feeling something bad was going to happen, but then I ignored it and decided to come back home. That was when the governor and his men ambushed me. But thank God Grandpa and Uncle Zander showed up just on time to rescue me’. He told her. By now, Grandpa had gone upstairs to r
“Max, you should be ready to take responsibility soon,” Grandpa told him. Maxwell was sitting idle in the sitting room when Grandpa walked in.I know nothing about running the business, and you know that, grandpa. Maybe you would teach me some of these things,” Maxwell said. Grandpa looked at him with glee in his eyes. He knows how badly Maxwell wants to learn about the organization. He is sure that with Zander, Maxwell, and Mirabella at the top tier of affairs, his company's legacy would spread across borders even without advertisements. Maxwell looked at him. "Well, I guess I would have to learn a few things from Mirabella; she seems to know everything about the company and family all together,” Maxwell stated as he crossed his legs on each other. Grandpa's old eyes rested on his legs for a while.“From the day you were born, I knew that you would be great. Just like your father.” Grandpa said.Now Maxwell remembers how he led a team to avenge the deaths of his parents in a strange
Maxwell seemed very fulfilled after he had done what he had in mind. Mr. Amos can sort himself out with whatever family issues he has if it's as easy as it seems. He is one of the sole reasons Maxwell couldn't finish school. And now that it's payback time, it's time for Maxwell to have the last laugh. He deliberately bought the school under his grandpa's name, and now that the school is under his family name, he could easily take out any staff who seemed to cause issues, just like Mr. Amos had done. To Maxwell, the man doesn't deserve a second chance.“I guess I have to go to Athena." Maxwell informed Mirabella. “Do you think it's safe to go there now?” “I won't be going to her house. I could invite her to a restaurant, and there we could talk about a few things. I think I kind of miss the whole vibe of staying with her''. Maxwell confessed. Mirabella gave him a skeptical look and smiled.“You miss her, right? I knew that day would come. A day you would grow to love her like you sh
Maxwell smiled at her and rubbed her face gently with his hand. He looked a bit better than he had been at the Fairmont house. The effort he made to look as simple as he is. He checked himself out when she gave him the compliments, but he still cannot forget that one of his plans is to make Athena more comfortable and successful than she had ever been before he met her. She still believes that Sabastian Bash is the reason she is still in business with Wilmore's, but maybe she will find out soon enough the caliber of man she has been sitting with all these months.“You want more of that?” “No, it's enough. I've got a handful of them. Thank you”. She answered with a shy smirk playing around the corner of her lips. Her phone began to beep and vibrate in her small leather bag. She looked towards it and dipped her hand into it. “Its grandma”. She told him and answered the call politely and as calmly as she could. “What did she say to you? You look gloomy and sad after that call." Maxwe
Athena couldn't hold back her anger after the meeting. She hurriedly went back to meet her mom. Veronica was sitting on the porch getting her manicure done when Athena pulled up in front of the house. Her face darkened, like she had witnessed a royal rumble match.“Hi mom”. She greeted her as if she appreciated her mother. Keys dangling. She looked down at the technician for a while and then back to her mom.“What's with the grumpy look? Did you have a fight at Grandma's again?”."Technically, that's the only place I can't go to without returning with some sort of anger." She spoke and pulled the seat next to her. ”.“How did it go, though? Are there any solutions yet?” Veronica asked with sincerity in her tone. “Nothing of the sort was preferred, and to make things worse, Grandma has asked me to handle it myself. Where on earth does she want me to begin? The Hamiltons are the high and mighty of the city; only the Wilmore's can defeat them." Athena said it with frustration in her ey
“Mom”. Athena got into her mother's room and found her sitting on the sofa. Her eyes were fixed on her favorite opera show on the TV screen. Athena gave it a quick look and focused her attention back on her mother.“You didn't give me the address, or is that supposed to be a surprise too?" Athena asked as she stood in front of her mother, who was busy with the show, without giving Athena a glance. “Victoria Restaurant and Lounge, 7 p.m.”. Veronica said it without blinking. Athena looked at her for a while. She knows her mother isn't in a good mood to speak at the moment, so she quietly works away from her room.She searched her closet and thought about what to wear, but then she realized she wasn't going to meet Sabastian for anything that had to do with romance. It was strictly business, plus she has a little apology to make. She pulled up black leather pants and a gray top and slid herself into them. She strapped her jacket over her back and picked up her bag after arranging her ha