The next morning, the sun was shining brightly, its rays casting a great warmth and washing off the coldness from the previous night. Kelvin had returned to Boston, and with him was Frank who was still in a coma. The Woodluck mansion experienced a great silence that morning, as the family gathered for a meeting after seeing the level of injury inflicted on Frank. The fear and tension were evident on their faces, including Kelvin's. Pamela's whereabouts were becoming clearer with each passing day. “What could've happened that day? And why would Frank order the security men to stay back and not follow? What could have happened to my daughter?” Theophilus asked theoretically. His voice echoed his great pain and agony. There was a short silence, as nobody had an answer to his question. Kelvin's gaze fixed on the floor, as he battled with every possibility.“Maybe Kelvin was right after all. Maybe Frank was a danger to my daughter, and I failed to see it. This is my fault. I failed as
“This Is bad.”"I find it hard to believe that Carlos Santiago had a son. If you're right, then there is a problem.”Kelvin raised his brow and nodded his head slowly. “So what? Are you gonna tell me what I asked to know? Or are you going to keep pretending not to know a thing?"Becca sighed deeply, the information was a big blow to her, and she wondered what could happen now that Mark was back.“It's a long story, Kelvin. it's not something you would understand in such a short time.”"Well, let's begin already then. You're my Mom, we have all the time we need.” He said. She sighed and shifted her gaze to the other end of the garden, her shoulders slumped as she sighed, a sign of her internal struggle and indecision. “Your grandfather was not responsible for the death of Carlos Santiago. At least, that's what I know." She said, and Kelvin widened his eyes in surprise. His eyes squinted, as he struggled to understand what she meant.“Yes, there was a meeting led by your grandfather.
That same morning, Katherine sat on the bed inside her room. Her eyes buried on the bed as fear coursed through her for what she had done. Her lips quivered as her heart crossed the incident from the previous night at Nancy's house party. She gasped shakily with a downcast gaze, “how could she have done such a thing," she wondered without voicing out her thoughts. “Are you in? Look child, we can talk about whatever is stressing you. Can you please open the door now?" Mariana called out to her from outside the room, but Katherine closed both her ears with her palms. Tears gathered in her eyes as her shoulders slumped, a clear sign of her guilt. “Go away, Mom. Please." She cried out. Hearing her voice, Mariana was shocked and perplexed by the paleness in her voice. She gasped softly and became more concerned to find out her problem. **Flashback**The previous night, Katherine had prepared for the party as she had promised Nancy back in the office. She wore a red leather gown,
“Katherine please, let me help with whatever it is that you're going through."! Mariana screamed from outside the room, but Katherine ignored her cries. Her eyes had gone red due to excessive crying.How would she explain what happened last night? She had fled from the scene after killing Nancy, but it couldn't go away. It's only a matter of time before they discover her dead body.There was no helping it. Surely the investigation will lead the police to her doorstep soon enough, and the guilt of murder hung heavy on her shoulders. “Katherine honey, please open up," Mariana called again, but there was no response still. She grew tired of standing and left the place for the time being. As she left, Katherine heard her footsteps fading away, she walked to the door and opened up to ensure that she had gone.A heavy breakdown took place, as she battled with the guilt in her heart. She stared at the clock hanging beside her bed. It was past 9 am already, and she hadn't taken her bath for
Two days later, Gregory and Mariana's relationship became known to both families. He had phoned her to announce his arrival, but he couldn't reach her phone.He drove down to her house in Boston, and when he got there, the house was quiet even though the door was unlocked. Entering the house, a fantastic smell of barbecue sauce was coming from the kitchen.He walked down the kitchen, but there was no one. Surely she had just finished making something. The aroma of her food smells across the kitchen down to the sitting room.“Mariana," he called, but there was no response. He asked to the room impatiently. As he opened the door, she jumped on him with a joyful scream, a clear sign of her happiness.“Hey," he smiled back at her and kissed her lips.He took her to the bed, and they collapsed on the bed. “What are you up to? I noticed you prepared something delicious. Please can we eat already? I'm famished." He said, and she chuckled. "We need to talk," she said to him. He sighed worri
On a sunny afternoon, Kelvin visited Vancouzer to check out things in the company. Nancy's murder was no longer news, and an Investigation was going on. As he entered his office, everything seemed new. There have been some changes for the past few weeks he has been off work. As he settled down, a knock came calling, and Katherine entered the office.She stood over the desk, hands crossed with a downcast gaze.“Hey,” he greeted, and she raised her face. A faint smile etched over her lips, spoke volumes about her inner grief.“What is the matter? You don't look good." He asked, his face filled with curiosity. She sighed and raised her face. Tears gathered in her eyes, as she stared at him wallowing in self-pity. How could she tell him what she had done? “He already hates her, she'll only be finalizing his hatred for her if he should find out.” she thought.He narrowed his eyes around her face as if he could read her thoughts. It was obvious that she was troubled. Seeing her situation,
“Hello?" “Hello, please tell me you have something for me. Your long silence saddens me. You should know that Mark just left my office, and I don't like it when he bluffs directly to my face.”“He has all the cards, and I need you to help me with something, just anything that I can hold onto. Please tell me you have something for me.” Kelvin spoke to the caller on the phone. It was Amara, after agreeing to spy for Kelvin, she had gone missing in action for weeks. “You should know better not to give me random calls. You underestimate Mark, don't you? What if he is having this call tracked?” "What the fuck? Do I look like I care? I don't give a shit, all I ask is that you provide me something I can hold onto else, all these would be lost before it begins." Kelvin yelled at her. His growing rage was evident in his voice as he spoke. “Are you kidding? I get it that you want to save your family's legacy, well what about my safety? Do you care about that? Or you're just a random selfis
“It was never my intention." “It happened while you were gone. She came to my office to talk. At first, I wondered why because we're not close. I noticed she might be trying to build a friendship, so I gave her listening ears.”Kelvin readjusted his feet, his gaze fixated on her face. His interest was clearly in her words, and he couldn't wait to understand what had happened. “Ok, so how did that result in you killing her?" She let out a deep sigh with a downcast gaze that expressed her grief.“She came and started asking questions about Pamela's whereabouts and how you intended to find your Kidnapped sister. She wanted to know the procedures you intend to work with. She claimed that I was close to you and for that reason, I can help."“I felt her questions were suspicious, so I started questioning her, that was when she invited me to her birthday party. At first, I was reluctant to go, but I realized that I could get close to her and find out if she was up to anything suspicious."