Brielle's heart broke when she saw Alex in the cell. "I know that you were wrongly accused." She began and he shrugged. Now this wasn't the time that he would show his masculinity and not admit to being as afraid as she was. She didn't know how long this case was going to span and she didn't want to give birth without seeing him. Various threatening images filled her mind as she stared at him but all in all, she would not want that to happen."You look tired. Have they been stressing you out? I could call a lawyer to help out with this case. I am... I was perplexed when my mother dropped this bombshell. this doesn't even make any sense. I mean, it's obvious that you're innocent of the crime, right? I don't feel like..." She sighed and broke down as tears leaked from her eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm not supposed to be crying this hard but why wouldn't I? We all know that this is an agenda." She wiped her tears away angrily and opened her eyes before running a hand over them. "I'm sorry for
Martins rested his hand against the desk that Alex formerly occupied. This was not good for business. He was trying as hard as he could to debunk the rumor that the young master was in jail but he was having a hard time doing that. This was almost as if he was jumping from fire into Hades. His phone rang and he already had an inkling as to who might be calling. When he stared at the face of the screen he sighed. It was Brielle. She had been worried sick and was pleading with him to make sure that her husband didn't stay so long in prison.She didn't understand that it wasn't that easy to stop news that had spread across borders. There was only one person who could pardon Alex and withdraw the case but he was in a coma and that was not all, Brock had managed to vote his mother out of the board so this was a proper mess. "Hello, ma'am." "Call me Brielle," Brielle answered. She was feeling very stressed and he didn't reach out to her anymore making her feel worried. "What is the lates
Liam and Brock sipped from their glasses of wine as they shared laughter when they watched the news. "your brother must be in a great dilemma. He's finished, it's over for him." Brock commented as the news ended. Liam shrugged, "He should save himself with his brains after all, that's what people do when they are stuck in unpleasant situations, isn't it?" Brock shook his head at the conniving Liam. He was also scared of him. "You don't feel any remorse seeing your brother in that state and his image tarnished?" Liam shrugged carelessly" I don't care about him. I told him that he shouldn't dare me and he did. Moreover, " he took another sip while glaring at Brock, "weren't you the one who suggested the idea? Why the sudden change in attitude? Are you suddenly feeling remorseful?"Brock grinned, neither affirming nor denying. "You don't strike me as someone who would repent. You would burn in hell till there's no more fire, so you
I will not be happy if I discover that you don't possess all the characteristics that I want in a woman." Brock told his lady interest who was a bit tired of entertaining this stranger who had been yapping about his achievement since they began the date. It was annoying and at the same time pissing her the hell off This was a legit reason for her to turn him down but what would she do? She had to collect her share of the money that he had gotten through ill means. "I see that you don't care about whatever people say and I don't know if I find that refreshing or a bit scary," Elena responded.Brock stared at the lady before him. She was the epitome of beauty and he was gunning to make her his wife not for any other purpose except the fact that she looked very good, and looked like she could manage a business and a home at the same time. She was good for his public image. He broke into a small smile. "I know that you're probably bored of me. Isn't that right?"She shrugged because sh
Brielle watched the news with a sad face. A lot was going on that she didn't have the time or energy to debunk. Despite being invited to various interviews, she managed to avoid it. There was no need for her to wail about what she could just move away from. She didn't want to chase clout either because from what she had seen, it was obvious that there was something greater here at play. Thus, requiring her to be very careful. "I am tired of how these people try to paint a bad image of you. It certainly doesn't make any sense. I mean, he's not the first neither would he be the last fellow to undergo such accusations. Why are they amplifying it?" Nikki muttered close to her friend.Brielle refused to say a word because she knew that it might be a trap, there was no way in hell that an insider wasn't involved. It was just so much, that she thought about how to evade everyone since they were all potential suspects. "I guess we don't have any control over the media. They can do whateve
Brielle decided to go out of her house after staying holed up in there for the greatest part of the week. She was beginning to get sick and decided that the best way to cope was to make sure that she was out of the place as soon as possible, she didn't want to die of depression.She headed toward the nearest cafe and walked in, the aroma of doughnuts hitting her right in the face as she tried to enjoy the change in scenery. Thankfully, the paparazzi had found someone else to deal with and they no longer followed her with cameras about. "What would you like to order ma'am?" A waiter asked her and she looked up only to find out that it was Dylan, her former schoolmate. This was very lovely. She would never have imagined that he was the one. This was lovely."Oh my goodness. I didn't know that you were the one standing right there. It's been a long time. How have you been? I'm sure you're killing it in the game." She replied enthusiastically Dylan who would have felt a bit weird seeing
Liam and Brock sat at a round table waiting for their third party to arrive. "When is he going to arrive? He can't keep acting like a damn princess, when he's not." Liam snapped before chugging down his drink. Brock placed an arm on Liam's glass. "You're going to be inebriated before Sean arrives. That man is a lot and I don't know why I remain friends with him." "I don't know why too but anyway, I can't afford to waste my time." Liam snapped. He had a high threshold of alcohol so he wasn't scared that anything could happen to him. Brock sighed and tried to reach his number again but it was switched off. Now he was getting pissed. Was Sean playing with them? "Where the hell are you man?" He muttered.Sean appeared through the doorway with a small smile on his face. He wanted them to drink enough so that they wouldn't be coherent enough to have that conversation with him. He could weave in a lot of things yet they wouldn't be aware. "If it isn't the man of the hour. Why are you j
The wait for him to be moved from the former cell to the new one was taking too long and Alex began to smell something fishy but unknown to them he was wiser so he had begun to make friends with fellow inmates. "Are you okay, you look stressed?" Mark inquired from Alex when he saw him leaning against the railing of the cell."Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking about stuff..." Alex replied tactfully, not wanting to be referred to as the wailing inmate. There was a clear difference between him and the rest of them but he was trying so hard to make sure that he was out of this cell but these officers were ready to frustrate him "What do you intend to do right now to change the situation of things? You can't continue acting this way. I have a friend who can help you if you want." Mark offered."Yeah...I would want that but not to sound rude, why haven't you been released?" "Because I am a criminal. It's very hard for me to receive a pardon except from the President. I've accepted my fate I