Ever been in a situation where you think your problems are over and you could live your best life but boom, life digs out an old enemy to grow you off. That was Zade's situation now. Elsa and him went to the florist store to pick up some flowers for Adera. It was at the same time Pamela entered the store, heavily pregnant. Anyone would have assumed that the pregnancy would calm her a bit but the woman literally flew into his arms. “Zade! It's been ages!!” She exclaimed, throwing her arms around him.Elsa stood aside, watching the display. “I heard your family buried a fake body. I was going to come to visit you all but I haven't been in town for quite sometime.”Zade pulled Elsa to himself.“Allow me to introduce my wife, Elsa. Elsa this is Pamela, Pamela this is Elsa.”“No title attached to my name?” She teased. “that's so sad. I thought we used to be close buddies.”“It was nice to meet you again, Rose. If you'd excuse me, my wife and I have more important things to handle,” Zade
Elizabeth just finished her lunch break. She was informed about the new intern who was joining them. Whatever she was expecting wasn't the man she saw in there. From behind she could tell he was leaning and well-built. The muscles were there as evidence. His hair was curly sand-coloured locks. She wondered why she shut the door and he didn't even bother to look back to check who it was. She walked in front of him and literally lost her breath when a set of emerald orbs flickered to her. He got up to, eager to greet her.“Good afternoon, ma'am,” he greeted with a bow then looked up immediately. “You're late. You were supposed to be here yesterday,” she stated, trying to ignore the fact that he was staring at her lips. There was no lust in his eyes so she let it slide. “I apologize for that, ma'am. I know it doesn't make a good first impression but I couldn't make it yesterday.” He bowed. “Stop bowing. What is your name and how old are you?” Elizabeth asked, searching her desk fo
customer walked into the shop while Helen was trying to balance the cash register. When he leaned on her desk, the familiar cologne forced her to look up. Her jaw dropped when she saw the last person she expected to see. “Did you miss your way?” She asked coldly. “That is not a very nice way to address your husband,” Tyrone said smugly. Helen didn't smile. “What do you want? I'm sure you're not here to buy coffee,” she almost gritted. Who would believe that a day that was going so well just needed her arrogant abusive ex to ruin it? She couldn't even calm him and his ex because they weren't legally separated. However, she was going to make sure they did as soon as she was done serving her punishment. “I just wanted to talk to you,” he said.“We're open for coffee, not therapy sessions. If you can't hire a therapist then do well to go to church and talk to a priest. They are always willing to listen to you. I don't have the time for this.” She returned to what she was doing. Ty
When the police parked in front of the Delamonte mansion, the residents wondered what could have gone wrong this time. Until of course, Elizabeth stepped out of the car with Helen. Zade walked over to them, about to question them when he saw Helen's face.“Goodness! What happened to your face?” He asked her. “Your beast of a brother did this to me. I was in the coffee shop attending to customers when he suddenly came in. He started talking about taking him back and I told him squarely that I wanted a divorce. The next thing he did was hit me,” she answered. “You mean Tyrone hit you?” Zade's voice deepened with rage. Even while on her punishment, he dared to seek her out and hit her.“She called me earlier this morning when she could have done so the minute the bastard laid a finger on you. Look at her face, he punched her like, he was facing a punching bag!” Elizabeth said angrily. Zade led the officers into the mansion and showed them to Tyrone's room. Zachary remained in his stu
Zade noticed Elsa’s mood when she returned from the mall. Something must have happened at the mall.“Why are you pissed?” He asked her.“What makes you think I'm pissed?” Elsa returned the question. “Your chopped carrots are flying all over.”Elsa dropped the knife off the chopping board. “Well since you asked, I saw your ex in the mall. today and she wouldn't shut up about how much you pampered her in high school.”Zade was tempted to laugh but he knew Elsa wouldn't appreciate it. “She said all this to you at the mall?” He asked. “Yes. She said you cooked for her, wouldn't let her come near the kitchen, and all that nonsense. I didn't even care about it, you know, but why didn't she feel the need to share all that information? I know the man I married. He loves cooking. I don't need her to lecture me,” Elsa stated.“Jealousy looks good on you,” Zade said and she glared at him. “Of all the things I said, the only thing you could think about was jealousy? I just told you that your
Tyrone’s fists clenched to the bars as his inmates beat him up. When they said jail, he expected a private cell, not one filled with ruffians and street rats. As someone who had problems with authority, he became their daily punching bag. Whether he was in the wrong or not, they always found a way to attack humans and the officers were not in the least concerned about his well-being.He tried several times to reach his grandfather but the man was unavailable for some reason. It felt like he was in prison already. “Get his rich ass off the bars,” one said and they tried to peel him off. Tyrone refused to let go. His artificial hands were working well for him now. Everything went from bad to worse when more people joined and pulled him off. They beat him up thoroughly before the alarm went off and the officers rushed in. Everyone took their positions, leaving Tyrone groaning on the floor. He couldn't help but wonder if this was what Helen felt every time he hit her. The officers pu
Zion arrived in the office the next day. He was later than usual but he hoped his boss would pardon him and not question him about it. It didn't go the way he planned because Elizabeth was already running late for a meeting but she had to wait for him to arrive. “You're late! Again!” She stated.“I'm sorry, boss,” he apologized meekly as always.“You should stop apologizing and actually start doing something about it. Every day you come in late with your usual apology and today, even later. Do you even take this internship seriously?” She scolded him.His jaw tightened. The emerald eyes pierced through hers with a burning sensation. Was he angry? “You're angry at me for scolding you? You have guts I tell you!” She was about to release her own rage now. She already lost fifteen minutes of an important meeting waiting for him to arrive and he was furious at her. The audacity!“I already said I'm sorry,” he gritted. Elizabeth glared at him before walking out of the office. He followe
“Nothing happened, I swear to you. The footage is fake. Nothing in it is real, I swear,” Pamela tried explaining to the furious man.“I don't want to hear anything from you! I work hard every day! I try my best to give you everything you want even though it costs me an arm and a leg and this is how you repay me? By chasing your ex?!” He yelled at her.“Calm down, Thomas. You're yelling. The neighbors are going to hear you,” she said hushly but the man was too angry to care. “I don't care who is fucking listening. You're all over TV for goodness sake and you're worried about the neighbours? The whole world knows you're a fucking whore!” Pamela staggered back. She never expected those words from him. She didn't even expect him to judge her even if everyone else did. He was always the calm and rational one. He was the forgiving one. So why was he making a big deal out of this? It was her role to be dramatic not his. “You just called me a whore, Tom,” her voice trembled. “Are you goi