Nick pulled up and looked at Maribel. "Are you alright?"Maribel nodded once, with a smile. "I'm fine. Let's do this."Nick nodded once, got out of the car, rounded it, and opened the door for Maribel.They stepped inside the house.Maribel hesitated as she regarded the man in the living room for a moment. She smiled softly. "Good day, Max."Max turned around to look at Maribel. There was a flicker of emotion on his face. It looked as though he was surprised but the feeling vanished the moment it appeared."Clara," he called softly.Max smiled instead. "What are you doing here, Clara?"Maribel smiled softly. "I don't think that should be the next question. Or am I not allowed into my father's house anytime you want?""Of course, you are. Just that your father isn't around at this moment."Maribel nodded once. "Then, I will wait for him," she looked at Nick. "You can make yourself at home. Let's wait for my father to return."Nick bowed slightly."I don't think you should be here actua
Maribel got up just as the maid walked out. She walked out of the room.It was getting late into the night. So, everywhere was quiet. However, there was no information from Max about her father.It was as if Morris didn't want to see her, as always.She tiptoed into the living room and made a cross towards the other wing, the place where the maid said Morris's room was.Soft footsteps were coming towards her. She pulled back, just as one of the security guards walked past her.She waited for a few minutes before she walked out from where she was. There was a big door ahead of her.She hesitated. What if there was a lock in the room? How was she supposed to enter?She moved closer and opened the door.She released a relieved sigh at the fact that there wasn't any lock. She entered with ease."Yes, she's here," a deep, yet familiar voice said suddenly. "I've been trying your number for a while now but it wasn't available."The door creaked open and Maribel hurried into one corner so fas
Clara glanced back. “Max isn’t coming after us. Are you sure he really wanted to poison me?”“Would I say something I didn’t see? Trust me, Max really wanted to kill you. What I'm skeptical about is Morris's involvement. Would Max try such a thing against you without receiving an order from Morris?”Clara released a sigh. “I don’t believe my father can do that, Nick. Besides, Max doesn’t like me. He could always try shit with me because he thinks he could get away with it.”Nick sighed, bothered. No matter what he said, Clara would not believe him. Clara has always looked up to Morris all her life. In fact, she had done things she didn’t want because she merely wanted to please Morris. So, it would be very difficult to change her mind against him.Clara’s phone rang suddenly. She regarded the phone for a moment. “It's my dad!” she announced and picked it up. “Hello, father.”“You came over to my house?”“Yes, father,” Clara released a sigh. “I called you severally but you didn’t pick
Derek darted at his wristwatch. "We are ten minutes earlier. Are the men at the agreed location?"Benson nodded once. "They are. They are only waiting for your order. But are you sure this isn't a trap?"Derek looked at him. "What do you think it can be a trap?""Well," Benson shrugged slightly. "I can't trust this Nick or whatever his name is. Besides, why should we trust Clara? All because you want to see what Morris looks like?"Well, Derek didn't tell him about Clara, just yet because he didn't know how he was going to take it."Clara and I had a deal and I'm sure she's not going to betray me.""But_," he started but was pulled to a stop when a car suddenly approached them.Thomas got out of the car and moved closer to Derek. "There's truly a condo that belongs to Morris," he announced.Derek felt agitated. "Is he around?""Not yet. But Clara and Nick are around."Benson released a sigh. "Boss_"Derek looked at him. "Am I still the Peter Pan?"Benson hesitated but slowly nodded. "
Shock kept him motionless and speechless for a moment.He was too late.Maribel was on the floor, vomiting blood while Nick was beside her, in tears. "I told you not to come," Nick muttered in anguish as he held Maribel in his arms."Clara!" Derek yelled uncontrollably and raced closer to her. "Clara!"He zoomed off for a few minutes as he beheld Maribel. The pain in her eyes or the tears that seemed to be coming out non-stop.Derek looked at Nick. "What the fuck happened? Where's Morris?"Nick opened his mouth to talk but the words were suddenly stuck in his throat. "Gone, he's gone. He poisoned her."Derek's heart almost stopped beating. "What! Poisoned?""Yes, and he left a few minutes ago. You should have seen his car. He made the security guards stay outside until Clara was dead," Nick explained.Derek remembered the car that zoomed past him earlier. Without thinking much, he scooped her into his arms and looked at Nick. "Open the damn door!" He was literally screaming.Nick co
One of Morris' men was pointing a gun at Nick from one side. Derek saw this and pushed Nick down with himself.Fear gripped Nick. "What's happening?" "I told you we wouldn't die, didn't I?"Nick's eyes went wide with shock. "The men came for you?""Take cover if you don't want to die and stop asking questions. We will talk later after all this is all over," he assured.Derek watched Nick move behind a car before he looked at what Morris' men were up to.Benson and the men were in the car shooting. They drove right in the middle of Morris' men and Derek.Morris' car pulled out of the garage immediately. The men that were siding with Derek were many and he wasn't with half of his men.Within minutes of exchanging bullets, some of Morris' men received shots as well as three of Derek's men.Soon enough, they all pulled out of the garage.Benson hurried out to the car, towards Derek. "Are you alright, boss?"Nick stepped out from where he was hiding. "Boss?" He repeated as if tasting the
Maribel awoke suddenly with a sense of doom.She coughed once, then twice before she opened her eyes and stared around her.The first person she saw was Nick."Nick?" She called softly.Nick got up and moved closer. A smile spread across his face as he watched Clara. "How do you feel now?"Maribel didn't answer immediately. She wondered where she was and why she was there. And then, it all came back to her."Morris_," she called softly. Her face was etched soberly. "He poisoned me. My father poisoned me," she sobbed quietly."It's ok," Nick consoled, took her hand in his, and massaged softly. "It's ok. You are ok now."Maribel continued to cry. Nick watched her for a moment. "There is actually more to know, Clara. Like the fact that Morris isn't your father and you shouldn't cry for him like this."Maribel hesitated, as shock took over her. "What?"Nick nodded once. "We've found your real father."Maribel sucked in a breath, surprised. "What?"Nick chuckled. "Exactly! And it's a twi
For a moment, Maribel couldn't talk. She was too shocked to speak.She huffed and looked away as she tried to look for the right words to qualify what was on her mind. "This is not possible! It can't be!" She protested softly. "There's no way Miller would be my father. There's no way I will be your sister. It's not possible! Is this a lie? Is this supposed to be a prank?" She yelled."We are saying the truth, Annabelle.""Don't call me that!" Maribel yelled. "Im_not Annabelle," she sobbed softly, her voice failing her. "I'm Clara," she whispered. Sophia released a sigh, perturbed. "We know that you are still confused. But I want you to understand this," she sighed. "Morris has done a lot to damage your family. You need to come back home, you really need to," she uttered.Maribel couldn't talk. She didn't even know what to say. A lot of feelings were mixed inside her in some sort of crazy confusion."You should remember me, Annabelle. We played together two days before you were taken