It was raining in Boston that night as Kelvin plodded towards the house. His face was dull, he tried to get his mind off what had happened in Katherine's residence earlier, but he couldn't get it off his mind. As he entered the house, there was a loud chattering from the large sitting room. He raised his brow, wondering whose voice he was hearing. It was a familiar voice. As he got closer, a low smile etched beside his lip as he realized that it was the voice of Mr. Lancelot.Mr. Lancelot was a family friend, it had been a while since he visited, and Kelvin couldn't help but wonder if all was well. Pamela's marriage to Frank was just a few days away, so it's only right that they got a more friendly visit from the family's friends. As he walked into the house, his gaze met directly with Mrs. Clarke, Lancelot’s wife. Her charming smile hadn't changed, despite all the years that had passed by. Every eye turned towards Kelvin, as he walked gently into the room with a vibrant ambiance.
“Yes, that's what I thought. Who can blame you though? We've all had a taste of our hatred, pain, dislike. I'm not sure about anything right now, the only thing I know for sure is that I must preserve this family's legacy." Kelvin said, leaving Becca speechless. Her eyes darted around and settled on his face. Their eyes met, and Kelvin shook his head. No matter how strong he tried to be, she could sense his hidden pain. A deep sigh escaped her lips as she stared at him. “Do you want to talk about it? Sometimes I find myself in situations where I have to talk to someone. Too bad, most of the time I have none to talk to. This past few months was not what I expected it to be, you know," she said, and Kelvin nodded his head in agreement. “I take it that Mariana's return isn't good news. I can understand that. Sometimes I think we keep too many secrets from the people we care about, and it adds to our pain and frustration.” He said, and she narrowe
“So, tell me. What was that about? You sounded very angry on the call, and I got scared. You also warned me never to advise you on anything again. Are you serious about that?"Pamela inquired, and Kelvin massaged his forehead, a direct evidence of his frustration. “Pamela please, ignore whatever I said on that call earlier. That wasn't me talking.”"Seriously? You still haven't told me what happened that resulted in that unfortunate call.” She protested, and he exhaled. His eyes squinted as if searching for clarity. He had lost track of his thoughts, and hence, he couldn't put into words the incident at Katherine's residence. A sudden silence took charge of the call until Pamela broke the awkward moment by clearing her throat.“It is a long story. Don't worry, I'm good now. At first, I was enraged, and that resulted in my actions during the call. But I met my Mom, she has given me the perfect advice I never knew I needed.”
Early in the morning the following day, Kelvin drove to the Fubris Company without his regular security men. He always loved the comfort of driving alone. It was a new week, and business would go on a roll.As he settled in the office, Miriam, an ebony lady in her mid-20s entered the office. Her blue eyes glowed as the rays of the sun passed over them, and she opened a smile revealing her perfect set of sparkling white teeth. Her hourglass body shape was a perfect match for her height as she walked into the office majestically, feeling on top of the world. Kelvin paused, his eyes shone with admiration as he looked at her clearly in awe of her beauty.“Who might you be? You look like a goddess of the sun. Might I know your name and your intentions in my office?” He said, staring at her. His admiration was written all over his face, a combination of awe and lust.“I'm Miriam, boss. I'm surprised that you don't know of me, sir. I was employed here a
That Saturday morning, the sun cascaded down upon the earth, its beautiful light radiating on the skin of the people as they went about their daily lives. It was finally the day of the wedding. Before the Courthouse, several flashy cars packed at the corner, as many wealthy and influential people in all of Turphey gathered to witness the first legal marriage of a Woodluck heir. Outside the courthouse, by the left side of the building, Kelvin was standing in the midst of Rolo and Declan, his two good friends who had traveled from England to witness the wedding of his beautiful sister, Pamela. Of all the beautiful looks and smiles on everyone's faces, Kelvin's anxious and furious gaze changed the settings of the lining. His brow furrowed deeply, and his eyes narrowed into fiery slits as he glared at the entrance door of the courthouse, looking to see no one in particular. He couldn't believe that after all his warnings, Pamela went ahe
At the Woodluck mansion, the compound was booming with different luxury cars with wealthy and Influential personnel patrolling in and out of the house. Top politicians and businessmen in Turphey were trooping in and out of the house. The anticipation of the evening banquet and other entertaining activities hung out in the air. As Kelvin and his two friends entered the house, they were greeted by the presence of servants who offered them drinks to chill for the moment. They went directly to the garden outside the house. While they sat comfortably, Kelvin caught a glance of Frank walking back into the house after answering a phone call outside. He had a beaming smile on him, and Kelvin scoffed angrily, Kelvin wondered who he could be talking to at that time. Seeing that Frank was alone, he knew that it was a perfect time to have a chat with him without Pamela interfering as usual. He gulped down the remaining of his wine and smashed the glass on the table.“I'll be right back, guys.
“What the hell is wrong with you, Kelvin? I'm your mother. Don't you dare raise your voice at me,” Becca said to him. He clenched his fist looking in the other direction. His rage was growing slowly, even though she had no idea about his reason for sudden rage. “Fine, his name is Mark, and his surname should be Muller. His father died a long time ago, honestly, I had no idea where he was and how he managed to grow into who he is now. He told me that he has a company in Vancouzer, is that how you knew him?” Kelvin shook his head lightly, ignoring her questions. He wiped his lips and turned towards her direction."What did he ask about? You don't know who that is, Mom. Everything you think you know about him is lies.”"He came back to Boston with a fake identity, but surely you don't want to talk about that right now. All you have to do is trust me. I know him better than you do, and I didn't invite him, of course, no one did.”
It was raining heavily in Boston when Becca alighted from the car. She walked into the house, her face was a mask of anguish, and her eyes, red and swollen from crying, spoke volumes about her grief.As she sauntered into the house, Gregory was sitting on the sofa when she entered. He left his seat and rushed to her.“Where are you coming from? And why did you have the men drive while the rain was falling? You could've stayed and taken as long as you wanted.”. He said, and she shot daggers from her eyes."And why should I listen to you? You seem to have forgotten that you don't get to tell me what to do. At least not anymore.” He furrowed his brow and raised his hands signaling his surrender. She sighed and buried her gaze on the floor, knowing that her anger was becoming evident. "We should talk." She said, and he gestured her to a seat. As they took their seats together, Gregory knew from the looks on her face that whatever