Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Three; Guilt Tripping The next day, Chris was sitting at his desk, trying to focus on the paperwork in front of him, but his mind kept drifting back to everything that had happened recently. The tension with Eleanor, the investigation into Miller, and now the uneasy peace they were trying to maintain at home, it was all starting to wear on him. But just as he managed to find a sliver of focus, the door to his office burst open.He looked up, startled, to see Joyce, Miller's wife, storming in. Her face was flushed with anger, and her eyes were red, either from crying or from the rage that seemed to radiate off her. Chris immediately knew this wasn't going to be a pleasant encounter."Chris!" Joyce shouted, slamming the door behind her. "How could you do this to Miller? He's your cousin, your blood!"Chris sighed and set his pen down. "Joyce, I know you're upset, but this isn't something I can control. The authorities investigated and found evidence ag
Chapter One hundred and Twenty Five; Miller in cell From MTD, Joyce did not go home directly, she went there to meet her husband directly.Joyce walked through the heavy metal doors of the prison, her heart pounding with every step. The place smelled of damp concrete and despair, the echoes of distant voices bouncing off the walls. She was here to visit her husband, Miller, who had been locked away for the crimes he had committed. She never imagined she'd see him in a place like this—a man who once had everything but now reduced to a mere number in the prison system.She was led to the visitor's area, where a thick pane of glass separated the inmates from their visitors. The guard gestured for her to sit and wait, and after a few tense minutes, Miller was brought in. He looked disheveled, his usual clean-cut appearance replaced by a shadow of stubble and dark circles under his eyes. His once confident stride was now a shuffle, and the bitterness etched on his face was palpable.
Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Eight. Jack and Brown’s Joyce was very angry, her heart still heavy from the confrontation with Miller. She felt utterly drained, both physically and emotionally. The house felt colder than usual, the silence almost deafening. She was about to collapse on the couch when she heard a sharp knock on the door. The sound was jarring, like a demand rather than a request. With a sigh, she dragged herself to the door, not in the mood for any more surprises.When she opened the door, she was greeted by a sight that instantly set her on edge. Standing before her was a tall, imposing man, dressed in all black, with an air of menace that seemed to radiate from him. Behind him were several equally intimidating men, their expressions cold and unreadable. The man in front, with his sharp features and piercing eyes, seemed to be the leader of the group."Good evening," the man said, his voice smooth but laced with something sinister. "I'm looking for Chris Brown. I
Chapter One Hundred and twenty Seven; Brown’s would be wiped out As Jack Stone and his men walked away from the Brown residence, a tense silence hung in the air. The confrontation had not gone as Jack had planned, and he was seething with anger. The rejection, the insults, and the defiance he had faced were enough to make his blood boil. But just as they reached the gate, the sound of loud voices carried through the air, drifting from the Brown household."You see how they strutted in here like they owned the place?" a voice said, dripping with disdain. "Chris is better off without those thugs in his life. If they ever come back, they’ll get more than just a verbal thrashing.""And did you see the look on that leader's face?" another voice chimed in. “I bet he's used to everyone cowering before him. Well, not here. The Browns won’t be intimidated by anyone, especially not by the likes of him."The words were like gasoline poured on a fire. Jack stopped in his tracks, his fists cle
Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Eighty; Surprise Call Chris was seated at his desk, fully immersed in the tasks before him. The day had been busy, filled with back-to-back meetings, reports to review, and deadlines to meet. Despite the chaos, he had planned to stay late and tackle the remaining workload. His dedication to his job was well-known, and he rarely left anything unfinished.Just as he was about to dive into another report, his phone buzzed on the desk, the screen lighting up with an incoming call. Seeing the name "Stephany" flashing across the screen, Chris felt a warm smile spread across his face. It wasn’t often that she called him during the workday, and he couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement as he answered."Hey, sweetheart," Chris greeted, his tone light and affectionate. "How's your day going?""Chris, I’m feeling great today," Stephany’s voice came through the line, filled with a sense of joy that immediately caught his attention. "I was thinking… how
Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Eighty; Surprise Call Chris was seated at his desk, fully immersed in the tasks before him. The day had been busy, filled with back-to-back meetings, reports to review, and deadlines to meet. Despite the chaos, he had planned to stay late and tackle the remaining workload. His dedication to his job was well-known, and he rarely left anything unfinished.Just as he was about to dive into another report, his phone buzzed on the desk, the screen lighting up with an incoming call. Seeing the name "Stephany" flashing across the screen, Chris felt a warm smile spread across his face. It wasn’t often that she called him during the workday, and he couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement as he answered."Hey, sweetheart," Chris greeted, his tone light and affectionate. "How's your day going?""Chris, I’m feeling great today," Stephany’s voice came through the line, filled with a sense of joy that immediately caught his attention. "I was thinking… how
Chapter One Hundred and twenty Seven; Brown’s would be wiped out As Jack Stone and his men walked away from the Brown residence, a tense silence hung in the air. The confrontation had not gone as Jack had planned, and he was seething with anger. The rejection, the insults, and the defiance he had faced were enough to make his blood boil. But just as they reached the gate, the sound of loud voices carried through the air, drifting from the Brown household. "You see how they strutted in here like they owned the place?" a voice said, dripping with disdain. "Chris is better off without those thugs in his life. If they ever come back, they’ll get more than just a verbal thrashing." "And did you see the look on that leader's face?" another voice chimed in. “I bet he's used to everyone cowering before him. Well, not here. The Browns won’t be intimidated by anyone, especially not by the likes of him." The words were like gasoline poured on a fire. Jack stopped in his tracks, his fi
Chapter One hundred and thirty; Famous designer As Chris, Stephany, and Sandra walked away from the boutique, the whispers of the onlookers grew louder. Those who had witnessed the scene couldn’t believe what had just happened. The man who had confidently paid for the expensive dresses and then returned them must have been putting on a show. It wasn’t long before someone recognized him as the Preston family’s son-in-law, and the rumors began to spread.“He’s just using his wife’s family money,” one woman muttered, her voice dripping with disdain. “I bet he returned the clothes because he knew he couldn’t afford them on his own.”“Exactly,” another man chimed in. “Probably maxed out the card or something. These types always try to act rich, but they’re really just living off their in-laws.”The crowd nodded in agreement, pacifying themselves with the idea that Chris was nothing more than a pretender, riding on the coattails of the Preston family’s wealth. To them, he was just anot