At sunrise the following day, Kelvin had arrived at the hospital. He suspended work for the day, because his mind was occupied with different thoughts, and he couldn't focus on anything. He sat beside her sick bed, staring at her intensely with a guilty countenance. Her face was bruised, with a fractured left hand. Seeing that she was still in a coma, he kissed her forehead and stood up to leave.The door went open, and Gregory entered the room hastily. He froze on seeing her condition. "Hi son," he greeted Kelvin, patting his back."Hi Dad, you came?" Kelvin muttered, his voice low and tired. "Yeah, I came as fast as I could. How did this happen, Kelvin?" Gregory asked curiously, and Kelvin sighed. His gaze fixated on Cara. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you. I've been saying it for a long time, but no one is taking it seriously." Kelvin said, staring at his father with anger in his eyes… "What do you mean? Talk to me son," Gregory said. "Whoever that driver was Dad, he was
2 weeks had passed, and Cara was yet to wake up from Coma. Her situation had not changed, except that her physical injuries were improving. Uncle Theo and General Orlando's friendship had fallen apart again.The general accused the Woodlucks of conspiring to kill his daughter, and no amount of plea from the family could make him think otherwise. The police on the other hand had been doing their best to catch the driver who knocked her into Coma. But it was just as if the crime never existed, and the culprit had vanished into thin air. After spending 2 weeks away from the company, Kelvin finally decided to resume. The day was young and promising, Kelvin drove out of his mansion with his security guards. He had decided to keep close security, in case someone was coming for his family. As they got to the company, all eyes fell on him as he alighted from the car. The employees stared at him admiringly and began to mumble, but he didn't care to look at anybody. He sauntered towards hi
On the cold winter night, Kelvin had gone out with Jake and Tommy, the new friends he made in Vancouzer. They sat comfortably in a bar, but Kelvin couldn't focus. His mind was somewhere else.Jake noticed his quietness and realized that he wasn't having fun, and that was the main reason for coming to the bar in the first place. Jake signaled Tommy, who was carried away by the sight of a beautiful young lady beside him. "What's up, bro?" Jake asked, but Kelvin kept mute. "You need to start putting yourself together. Besides, Cara is alive and will be well soon," Jake continued, and Kelvin sighed and pressed his hand on his forehead."It's not that bro. Look, I know Cara and will be fine. What I don't know is what she'll do when she gets better. Besides, the son of a bitch that did this to her is still out there in the open. How do I know that it wasn't an attempt on her life?" Kelvin said worriedly, and Jake nodded his head slowly. He was beginning to see things from Kelvin's view.
Becca sat on the balcony, the sun was at its peak in the sky. Her eyes fixated on the wide air, like she was staring at something in particular, her eyes were dark and her anger was visible on her face.It had been over two weeks since she came to Kelvin's, and Gregory didn't seem to feel disturbed by the situation. She had hoped he'd come to pick her up when he began to feel lonely at home. But her plans weren't working.She took a few sips from her glass of whiskey, and her phone rang. She stared at the phone, it was her brother Theophilus. He ignored the call like it wasn't important, her rage was growing, and she needed someone to direct it to.She picked up her phone and started searching through her contacts, looking for the right person to call and divert her attention from Gregory's behavior. She paused when she saw a number with Mariana written on it. She gasped, and her heart began to beat. She then realized that since she was in Vancouzer, it was only right to visit Marian
Two months had passed, and Pamela and Frank's relationship was getting hotter with every passing day. They had gone on a holiday trip to the Philippines, without Kelvin's approval.Kelvin's stand hadn't changed when it came to Frank. He saw Frank to be an evil in sheep's clothing, and he and Pamela often disagreed on that. On a Saturday morning, Pamela stepped out of the hotel where they had lodged. She felt like she wasn't known in the Philippines, so she decided to take a walk on the streets.She plodded down the hill with her headphones on. There was a festival holding down the road, Children played noisily under the rise of the sunlight. A beautiful ambiance filled the atmosphere. When she got to the scene of the festival, she paused and stared at her left, a man playing a guitar with a beautiful song on his lips. She smiled and darted her eyes to her left. She caught a glimpse of Frank towards the far end of the scene, so she rushed to meet him.When she got there, he was gone
It was past 10 p.m. when Kelvin dropped at the airport in Boston. A Lamborghini AVENTADOR SVJ was lying in wait to drive him home. When he got to the driver, he instructed him to take him to the hospital first. He couldn't wait to see Cara. As they got to the hospital, he was welcomed by the familiar faces of the nurses on duty."Hi, Mr. Woodluck," a cacophony of voices rang out across the hall. Kelvin pointed towards the nurses and said "Call me Kelvin, and not by my last name," and continued walking. He wore a vibrant mood as he sauntered towards Cara's ward hastily. He wiped his face with his palms and began to wonder the right words to say to her.He got to the door and exhaled deeply before pushing it wide open. Unfortunately, the room was without a living soul. He darted his eyes around, but nothing. After checking the bathroom, he found out that she wasn't inside. He furrowed his brow in confusion, where could she be? Immediately, a nurse walked inside with a file in her h
It was a new day in Vancouzer, and the sun was shining brightly from the sky. Christmas music was playing in every home, with Christmas trees hung in every house and office.The anticipation of Christmas festivities hung in the air, creating a beautiful ambiance across the city. Kelvin had just ordered some Christmas trees to be delivered to his house in Vancouzer, he stood in the sitting room, looking across the house and finding the perfect decoration for it. His doorbell rang, and he knew it had to be a family member. That was the only way his security wouldn't disturb him with uninvited guests. He sighed and walked to the door.He pushed the door open, and Pamela's beautiful eyes were staring back at him. She was the last person he was expecting to see. Just a few days ago, she told him what he never expected to hear from anyone, not to talk of her. His face went cold, as he looked at her without uttering a word. She sighed, knowing she had to forget her pride and apologize."W
Kelvin fixated his gaze on her, as she stared at him anxiously. One part of him wanted to keep the secret of his parent's quarrel, but it was too late. He had already opened up to Pamela.He sighed and stared at her again, she hadn't shifted her attention for a bit."What are you not telling me? What's going on? Can I help?" She questioned theoretically, and Kelvin scoffed. A faint smile spread across his face, revealing a tender gaze.He ran his finger on her hair and pulled her closer to his chest. He kissed her hair, and patted her back carefully."You're already helping sis, you just don't know it," he whispered in her ears, and she felt relaxed. She smiled happily, it had been a while since she had such a moment with Kelvin. They remained still, and silence filled the air. ***Back in General Orlando's residence in Boston, Cara was lying in her bed, her face covered with sadness, seeing that Kelvin hadn't checked on her. She looked healthy, but she wasn't strong enough like norm
Early on Monday morning, Mark Muller had been arrested at the airport while trying to flee the country. It was just a day before the final court hearing, and the handwriting on the wall was becoming clearer. That Tuesday morning, Kelvin and Pamela left the house for the court judgment. Kelvin pulled up at the court with his Lamborghini Aventador, while Pamela followed shortly with a fleet of luxury cars as her convoy. All press and media personnel chased after her as she alighted from the car.“Good morning miss, what do you have to say to the public about your recent disappearance? Were you kidnapped and held captive against your will?" Their desperate voices rang out in unison. Different questions kept popping up, but with the presence of the security men, she was able to find her way into the courthouse peacefully. The hearing began shortly, and after the hearing, the judge called for silence across the room. It was time for judgment to be served.Sitting at the front row, Kel
As expected, Kelvin had filed a case against Mark Muller and General Orlando, accusing them of plotting every single attack on his family, including the disappearance of Katherine and Pamela.The city was boiling with the big news, every lip had the story on them, whispering to whoever cared to listen. General Orlando being a prolific person in the country, his involvement in the case took the government by surprise. Many rubbished the news until today, the day of the hearing. After the court case, every piece of evidence presented by Kelvin seemed to tally with his claim, but due to the caliber of people involved, the judge had postponed the judgment by two weeks. Kelvin got home that sunny afternoon, his face was beaming with a smile. He felt victorious at the end, even if the damage done couldn't be undone. As he entered the house, he went straight to his room and collapsed on the bed, his face fixated on the ceiling. He gasped softly, and a thought crossed his mind. He stood
Two weeks had passed since the rescue of Pamela and Katherine, and their whereabouts remained a secret between Kelvin and his hired gun. Pamela and Katherine had settled in Bucham, a distant city from Cintria. Kelvin kept them under the guidance of Tyler, his long-time friend. For old-time's sake, Tyler had taken Pamela and Katherine in just as Kelvin instructed, and he kept their location a secret to himself. One morning, Pamela woke up with a moody face. She couldn't sleep all through the night, the urge to return to Cintria was growing on her, but she knew she had to obey Kelvin's instructions. She couldn't make things complicated for him. She sauntered towards the door, and just as she tried to pull the door open, someone pushed open from the outside, and the door struck her on the forehead. She grunted angrily in pain, as she raised her face with a furious glare, she saw Tyler staring down at her confusedly.She furrowed her brow, staring back at him. “Am I disturbing?" He a
“Assholes!" Kelvin cursed as he sauntered into the house. He went directly to the bar and poured himself a glass of whiskey.“Fucking assholes," he cursed again. He was panting heavily, after a long day at the police department, he had failed to convince the police that Mark Muller was behind the sudden death of Frank. Given the situation, it became obvious that Mark must be monitoring his movement, somehow, he managed to find out whatever he did or discussed with anyone. “Maybe he knows about Juliana already, or maybe he doesn't." Kelvin thought. He paced around the sitting room, thinking of the next move now that Frank was dead. His phone rang, and he glanced at the screen. It was a call from Dead Target. He sighed and dropped the glass of whiskey on the table gently. “What?" He said abruptly as he picked up the call. “I believe you have a mission for me. Let me hear it."Kelvin exhaled and left his seat with a little worry all over his face. “I was going to call you, but some
Flying back and forth from Vancouzer to Boston was a hectic journey, but was it worth it? Kelvin sat comfortably in his jet, it was past 11 pm, as he flew back to Vancouzer. He had returned to Boston just as Juliana instructed in her texts, and the outcome wasn't all that he had expected. “Boss we're going down, please fasten your seatbelt,” the pilot announced, and Kelvin sighed. He did as instructed, and in less than a minute, they were on the runway. Kelvin gasped, peeping through the window. His mind drifted back to the moment in Boston, Juliana's palms caressing his chest, and building his urge till he couldn't hold back anymore.Flashes from the mind-blowing sex with Juliana came crawling back into his memory, and he let out a low smile. He took off his seatbelt and sauntered down the jet. His security team was already waiting at the airport with a fleet of cars to take him home. As they drove into his compound, he alighted from the car and darted his eyes around. “Where is
It was a new day as the struggle in the Woodluck household continued. Kelvin had been to several meetings, but all proved abortive in helping his Mom. The situation behind Uncle Theo's arrest turned out to be a big disadvantage for his course, and there was no one to turn to for help. He left the bed and started making his Early morning push-ups when he heard his phone ring. He abruptly walked over to the bed and noticed it was a call from Fubris Company in Vancouzer. “What the hell?" He said and picked up the phone. It was just 7:30 am, while would he be getting such a call he thought, so he picked up the call.“This is Kelvin, what's the matter?" He asked curiously, and a dull female voice greeted from the phone, “Good morning, boss."“We have a problem," the lady said and Kelvin furrowed his brow. “Mind going straight to the point? I have too many scheduled for today."“Sir a government agency just came into the company and ordered a total lockdown of the company, and every staf
On a Monday morning, Kelvin woke up late, it was a new day to face the troubles in the family. He grunted, struggling to leave the bed, but he clearly was too tired and needed more sleep. He glanced at his side clock, past 8 already. He jumped off the bed, today was the day when he got to represent his Uncle at the Silverwood Associates. He knew he couldn't mess things up by showing up late, so he rushed into the bathroom. In the blink of an eye, he was done and was dressing himself as fast as he could. A knock came on the door, and he paused. “Come on in," he screamed, and the door opened gently. An old woman walked into the room, wearing white and a kitchen apron on her.“Good morning sir, your coffee is ready as usual. Would you like me to make something else for you before you leave the house?” She asked, and Kelvin sighed. "Naah! Don't worry, Carolina, I don't have any time to eat. The coffee will do just fine,” he said to her and she took a bow before walking out. After dre
“What does the cunny lady have for me this time? I trust that you bring good news? Spit it, I've got no time to waste.” Mark's husky voice said over the phone. Mariana swallowed nervously, her eyes darted around the room as she thought of the best way to say what she had in mind. Mark was someone she knew to be impatient and arrogant, his temper issues were something to be concerned about. She exhaled, darting her eyes around the room.“What is it? I don't have all day." He roared, and she flinched. She swallowed hard and pouted slowly."Uhm… there is a problem," she said. Sitting on his sofa inside his sitting room, he raised his brow, showing his concern for what she had to say. " Spit it out,” he commanded, and she swallowed.Fear engulfed her, thinking about what he would do when she told him the situation."It's Gregory. It happened just like you said. He is deviating from the plan, I think he is going to the police or press, I can't tell which exactly.” "Hmm!” He mumbled in s
Katherine had her gaze steadied on the road as she drove downtown. A few minutes ago, she had a serious argument with her Mom, and it didn't end well. Her eyes were filled with sadness, as she stared at the road ahead of her. She had confronted her Mom about her involvement with Mark, but it didn't go so well. Due to her state of confusion, she packed her clothes and drove out of the house unsure of where she was going. It was past 10 pm when she drove into a hotel downtown. She decided to spend the night there, and then by morning, she would worry about getting herself another house. “Good evening, Ma'am," the hotel attendant greeted with a smile on her face, and Katherine blinked twice. She was not in a happy mood, hence her awkward expression. “How many I help ma'am??" The young lady on glasses said, and Katherine sighed. “I need a room for the night," Katherine announced, and she smiled. “Ok ma'am, hold on. Would you prefer a regular room or a VIP room?” After a short consid