Julius let out a sudden sigh. It was obvious to him that the whole group of participants in that Twitter space had attempted to get him to talk. Nevertheless, though he was concerned about all they were discussing about him and the names they were calling him, he forced himself to only sink his phone sadly into his pocket and hold his bicycle handle.As he got on his bicycle, even though in his sad state, he exclaimed, "Olivia, you did not only leave me with a broken heart, but you made everyone on campus think I'm a fool," hence rolling the pedal forward.Suddenly, he saw three entourages of cars parked at a little distance in front of him. These were a Bentley, a Navigator SUV, and a Hummer SUV. Hence, stepping out of one of the cars was a man in a black suit and inner white. On his eyes were obvious spectacles that shone in the faint darkness and street light that dawned on him. In the same way, his black leather shoes shone like black diamonds.At the driver's seat of each car, th
The hotel room was super nice, with shiny wooden furniture and comfy leather chairs. Big windows showed off a cool view of the city, and a fancy light hung from the ceiling. In this way, Julius's dad sat at a big desk surrounded by cool art, making the whole place feel really fancy. As his father was seated, Julius also took his seat in the comfy leather chairs adjacent to his father’s desk. Right beside him was a coffee pot, and he poured himself a cup. “Been a while since I had a nice cup of coffee, dad,” Julius voiced at once. “Well, poverty training is meant to be rigorous. When I had mine, I wished every day that the training would be over and I could get back to my normal lifestyle,” his dad smiled; hence, he rose slowly from the table after picking up a document from his desk. “Son, it's time to get at it now. You are now a man, and definitely, you must start to run part of the family’s business." His father handed the document in his hand to him immediately and grabbed a sea
Walking his father to the ground floor of the hotel and having bowed to him and watched him get into his luxurious car parked outside of his hotel, his father left for their family airport, where he'd be gone out of the country for good.In this moment, Julius felt more anew, and right there, he believed in himself more. With this strength, he walked out of the hotel and stared at his name boldly imprinted on the hotel wall in 3D, and of course, boldly seen on each glassy door and on the marble floor even from outside where he was.“Sabbath Luxuria.”“Yes, sir, it's your name, and it's very beautiful on the walls and on the floors,” Julius heard suddenly from behind him, and when he looked back,“Mr. Turner. I thought you left with Dad."“Yes, I did, sir.” Mr. Turner bowed immediately and, hence, raised his head in about two seconds.“So, why are you here?” Julius asked immediately.“Sir, the grand master insisted that he wants me by your side to protect you from any danger.”“Oh, I s
“I can afford everything,” Julius answered almost immediately, his voice low and resonating with such confidence that Olivia had never seen before.However, if this meant that they agreed with him, it was a lie. “You? Do you mean you, Julius, can afford everything?” Olivia smirked loudly behind her mother, where she was, and she wasn't the only one with an audible smirk.“Perhaps he meant that after he stole from Fortuna Elite Bank, the one you said you saw him before, he would be able to afford everything,” Olivia’s grandmother voiced from behind Patricia, and hence, they all burst into loud laughter once again.“Let's just leave this dummy and go on in. God! Pfft!” Olivia’s younger brother rolled his eyes like a girl and scoffed upon hearing what his grandmother said.“You know, it's a good thing that you all are a family. Patricia, Cynthia, Mildred, Olivia, and even you, Ethan. A bunch of poor opportunists who think of themselves as privileged,” Julius voiced suddenly.“Pfft! And y
Patricia, Cynthia, Mildred, and Ethan, though unable to hear what happened at the reservation desk, observed Olivia's demonstration and sensed that there was a problem. Patricia focused her gaze on Julius, witnessing a bold smirk on his face. If she had any comments, she kept them to herself, only expressing her disapproval with a disdainful look from head to toe.Likewise, if Julius didn't catch Patricia's gesture, it was a lie. He only smirked even more and spoke to Mr. Turner.“Take her out of there and tell the valet to bring their car. They should be gone before they embarrass themselves even more.”“Yes, sir,” Mr. Turner said, walking through the entrance door toward the reservation desk.“I will handle it from here, Miss Daniella,” said Mr. Turner. He glanced at security personnel positioned strategically on the right corner.“You jerk, you think you can throw me out of here in front of that moron?” Olivia snapped, witnessing Mr. Turner instructing security personnel who were n
The next morning unfolded slowly, like a snail on a journey to a distant destination, taking its time as if reluctant to face the day ahead.Similarly, Julius was reluctant to rise from bed. It had been a long while since he had such a comfortable bed to sleep on, and he had slept perfectly soundly, like a newborn baby."Rise and shine, sir." Mr. Turner drew the curtain, and his previously darkened room was filled with the gaze of the sunrise, abruptly interrupting his sleep."What are you doing here?" Julius immediately opened his sleepy eyes. As he saw that the sunrise targeted his face like a group of snipers over a rooftop, he covered his face with his palm."What the heck, Mr. Turner?" he exclaimed once again."I sincerely apologize, sir, for interrupting your sleep, but do remember that I am not only your personal guard. I am also your assistant. And right now, you need to be ready for the tutor.""What tutor?" Julius asked, his face expressing total confusion about what Mr. Tur
Julius said nothing, and Mr. Turner said nothing; the only thing that prolonged the silence between them as Mr. Reynold and his girls made their exit was the prolonged silence. Hence, suddenly, Mr. Turner, having been swung into surprise by the way Mr. Reynold delivered his job, fluttered his eyes and said, “I will be right outside, sir.” He cleared his throat and thus left Julius alone in the room, where he still wore his surprise like a garment. Finally ready, Julius stepped out of his private, luxurious room in a perfectly fine, body-fitting black suit and dark shades that looked so cute on him. For the first time in a long time, his hair was perfectly styled to the back, and he looked so handsome, like a model ready to be photographed, with his pictures sent to various magazines. His shoes were polished to a dark shine, just like a black diamond, shining with elegance and worth. On his wrist was an iced stone wristwatch, and by merely looking at it from a distance, even the blin
Inside the lecture theater, the lecturer was standing a few inches away from his projector, and he was also pointing at his projection to guide his explanation of the particular topic he was lecturing about.It was at this moment that Julius opened the door suddenly, and everyone in the lecture theater turned to look at him, including Olivia and Alexander, who were obviously sitting together.In this instance, each student, including the lecturer, was shocked to see how Julius looked anew and different. With each stare at him, Julius could see that their eyes told a new story about him.Silence prevailed at this moment; the only thing that made a sound was Olivia’s heart, beating faster as if in trepidation. Once Julius peered at her, he could see regret dancing in her eyes, as even Alexander was not as cute as Julius in this different form. None of the students in the class matched his handsomeness, and no guy in the school could stand his cuteness."Ju ... Julius,” her shivered voic
“Thank you, Ms. Benedicta, for the opportunity to speak in this interview session about the recent happenings in our society. And yes, a prenup is a short prenuptial agreement. This is a legal contract entered into by a couple before they get married. It outlines the division of assets and financial responsibilities in the event of divorce or separation. This is the case with Rebecca, according to her agreement in the prenup; she won’t get anything from the assets after divorce.“Now, regarding whether she is right to be happy as her husband has been sentenced to life imprisonment, I want us to understand that, first of all, it is a person’s right to be happy. A person who is not happy deserves to be happy. However, the cause of being happy can vary. To some, money makes them happy; to others, their husbands or wives make them happy; and to other people, the aroma of food and the sound of sexual talks make them happy.In the case of Rebecca, I can relate to her when she says she was ha
Answering that question, the screen boldly showed reporter Alfred, who then said, “Our dear viewers, you have heard from Rebecca herself. She has filed for divorce with Mr. Thornton, and she is the happiest that justice has been served. Right now, we will be transitioning to the studio, where Ms. Benedicta will take over this discussion. But before that, don’t go anywhere.”As reporter Alfred said this on TV and smiled, the screen transitioned into a commercial break. A renowned soccer player was seen on TV kicking his ball and finally kicking it hard into the sky. Suddenly, the ball speedily changed into the Pepsi logo, and then a bottle of Pepsi was shown on the screen.After the commercial, the TV transitioned back into the studio, where a woman was shown wearing a short-length suit. Her hair was somewhat red and very short. She held a pen and a notepad and smiled boldly into the camera.Beside her were five men in different colored suits. One wore blue, another black, another grey
The news of this soon spread across every blog, every news station, and on social media, with the caption, “Mr. Richard Thornton, the same man who set out to compete with Master Julius Sabbath's luxurious hotel, has been sentenced to a lengthy prison term.” As for this, the news broadcasters have it on their TV screens, like:“Hello, dear viewers, We are back again to give you the latest news in real-time. As always, you are our priority, and we make sure to keep you updated.Just a few minutes ago, Mr. Thornton, who wanted to compete with Master Julius Sabbath of the great Sabbath family, was sentenced to a lengthy prison term. We heard this from the judge himself when he pronounced the sentence in court.Among the testifiers in court who shared their experiences with Mr. Thornton were his neighbor, Master Julius Sabbath himself, his two daughters, his wife, his ex-wife, and three of his employees.While they shared their experiences with the court, each of their testimonies aligned
The courtroom was tense with anticipation as Master Julius Sabbath stepped down from the stand. The judge, his face a mask of solemn contemplation, turned to address the room. The weight of the testimonies and evidence presented against Mr. Thornton hung heavy in the air."Mr. Thornton, please rise," the judge commanded. Thornton stood, his face pale, his eyes darting around the room as if seeking an escape from the walls closing in around him.The judge began, "After hearing the testimonies of multiple witnesses and reviewing the substantial evidence presented, this court must now deliberate on the charges brought against you. The accusations are grave and numerous, encompassing wage theft, domestic violence, sexual harassment, and corruption."He turned to the jury, ensuring their attention. "First, let us address the charge of wage theft. We have heard from multiple witnesses, including former employees, who testified to your consistent failure to pay wages on time. These delays an
As Michael Harrison left the stand, the judge turned to the bailiff. "Please call Master Julius Sabbath to the stand."Julius walked to the stand, was sworn in, and took a seat, facing the courtroom with a calm yet determined expression."Please introduce yourself to the court," the judge prompted."My name is Master Julius Sabbath," he began. "I am the heir of the great Sabbath Family who was once in poverty training when I met Mr. Thornton."The judge nodded. "Master Sabbath, can you tell us about your experiences with Mr. Thornton?"Julius took a deep breath and began. "When I first met Mr. Thornton, I was still struggling to make a name for myself and was undergoing training to improve my skills. Mr. Thornton hired me despite my circumstances, which I appreciated at the time."He paused, his expression growing more serious. "However, it soon became clear that Mr. Thornton had a very abrasive personality. He was always verbally abusive to his employees, especially the male ones who
A young girl, slightly nervous but determined, approached the witness stand. She was sworn in, and after taking a deep breath, she began her testimony."Please introduce yourself to the court," the judge prompted gently."My name is Emily Thornton," she said, her voice soft but clear. "I'm 12 years old, and I'm Rebecca's first daughter."The judge nodded. "Emily, can you tell us about your experiences with Mr. Thornton?"Emily took another deep breath, gathering her thoughts. "Mr. Thornton is my dad. At first, he seemed nice, but it didn't take long before he started changing. He would get really angry at my mom for little things. He would yell at her a lot, calling her names and saying really mean things."Her voice wavered slightly, but she pressed on. "One time, I heard them fighting, and I went to see what was happening. I saw him push my mom against the wall and hit her. She was crying and begging him to stop, but he wouldn't. I was really scared, and I didn't know what to do."E
As the court resumed after the recess, the judge called for order. The courtroom immediately quieted, and the judge addressed the court.“Thank you for your patience,” the judge said. “We will now call Mrs. Laura Thornton to the stand.”Laura Thornton, a composed woman in her late forties, walked to the witness stand. She was sworn in and took her seat, glancing briefly at her ex-husband before looking resolutely ahead.“Please introduce yourself to the court,” the judge prompted.“My name is Laura Thornton,” she began, her voice steady. “I was married to Mr. Thornton for three years. We have no children together.”The judge nodded. “Mrs. Thornton, please tell the court why you divorced Mr. Thornton.”Laura took a deep breath, her gaze unwavering. “I divorced Mr. Thornton because of domestic violence. For years, I endured physical and emotional abuse. Contrary to what Mr. Thornton has told everyone, that I extorted him and sex-starved him, the reality is that I lived in constant fear
---Emily, at this instance, took a deep breath, her eyes hardening as she looked at Mr. Thornton, and continued talking. “I worked for Mr. Thornton for two years. Like many others, I was drawn in by the promise of fair wages. But those wages were never paid on time. Sometimes they weren't paid at all. When we confronted him, he would dismiss our concerns, make excuses, and even threaten us with termination if we kept asking.”Her voice grew more intense. “But it wasn’t just the financial exploitation. Mr. Thornton created a hostile work environment through his constant verbal abuse. He would belittle us, call us names, and make us feel worthless. He thrived on our fear and desperation.”She paused, her expression growing darker. “And there was something even more sinister. Mr. Thornton sexually harassed me and other female employees. One day, while I was working late, he came up behind me and tried to touch my breast. I pushed him away and told him to stop, but he just laughed it off
In the early hours of the morning, this was the day every citizen had waited for, both young and old, men and women. The courtroom was filled with an air of anticipation and a sense of justice long overdue. The seats were packed with spectators, some standing in the aisles, craning their necks to catch a glimpse of the proceedings.In the same manner, reporters jostled for space, their cameras clicking and flashes popping, eager to capture every moment of this high-profile trial.Reporters were both inside and outside the court. On this day, “Today is the day we have all waited for, the day Mr. Thornton stands trial for his fate, whether he will be sentenced to prison or become a free man. Do not forget that Mr. Thornton has been charged with wage theft and domestic violence against his wife, Rebecca. Will he be able to secure his freedom? We can only wait and see,” reporter Jasmine said on TV while she smiled, and the TV screen transitioned to the court proceedings.As the TV screen